#glad i was able to actually finish something

[goremet-chef]

Pretty

kelvin x cicero oneshot cuz its good for my soul :]] ive never really posted writing directly to tumblr SOO sorry if the format is weird but whatevs 1.7k words - fluff, a little spicy at the end but nothing more than kissing

Cicero leaned back against a tree, attempting to calm the fast pace of his breath. Generally, he prefers Kelvin stays at the base when he goes looking for materials and what not, because its safer for him. Kelvin getting hurt is a risk he's not willing to take in the slightest, even if that means putting himself in danger without him. They had a pretty efficient system. One of them could hardly hear a thing, the other could hardly see a thing, so logically they were better when they were together. Despite knowing this, Cicero would order Kelvin to stay back at camp while he went off into the dark woods to forage, alone.

That's how he got into this situation in the first place. He'd never admit just how poor his eyesight really is, but it would speak for itself when he ended up bumping shoulders with a cannibal. He was unfocused, and the cannibal hadn't moved. Sound was the only effective way he'd notice the person in front of him, so it was a recipe for disaster.

Of course they didn't take too kindly to being pushed by an outsider and before he knew it, there was about 5 others ready to attack him. The fight wasn't very long, fighting mutants all the time gives you a better chance against regular people. Unfortunately, a few of them got pretty heavy blows on Cicero, and once they were all dealt with, he needed to rest and recover his strength.

Their base wasn't too far from where he sat behind the tree, and he knew it would do him better to make his way back home. He took one last deep breath, before struggling to stand, and turning in the direction of camp.

When he got back, Kelvin was gathering more sticks for their holders. The sight brought warmth to Cicero's heart. He didn't really ask much of Kelvin once they were all set, and yet he still did whatever he could to help anyways. It was sweet. Kelvin didn't notice him immediately, but Cicero shuffling into his peripheral made him jump, nearly losing his grip on the twigs he had found. At first, he smiled when he realized it was only his partner, but it quickly faded when he saw the blood that covered him, and the cuts on his face.

Carelessly, Kelvin dropped the sticks and quickly made his way over to check Cicero out. Cicero waved him off, moving past their gate and into their base with Kelvin close behind. He was going to put what he had gathered in their proper places, but a hand on his shoulder stopped him from moving any further. Cicero glanced at him curiously, and Kelvin motioned for him to follow, seating him at one of their benches. Cicero huffed indignantly, but he didn't bother to put up a fight.

Kelvin left him for a moment to go grab some of their spare cloth and dunk it in the river. Cicero already knew what was up, turning to face his friend when he came back and sat down next to him. He closed his eyes and let Kelvin wipe the blood off of his face, lips quirking in a smile when the cloth brushed gently against his wounds. Kelvin was always thoughtful like that, it made him feel so... Appreciated, and cared for. A tender hand came to cup his face and he unconsciously leaned into it, snorting when Kelvin's movements halted for a moment. Cicero opened his eyes to look at him, and the eye contact spurred Kelvin to continue cleaning him up. His face was slightly flushed, and he was avoiding his eyes. It was incredibly cute to Cicero, and he couldn't hide his smile any longer.

His change in facial expression caused Kelvin to finally meet his eyes, and he gave Cicero a confused look. Cicero only continued to stare at him with complete adoration, partly hoping Kelvin could feel it without any words needing to be exchanged. It seems he did, because his face only got redder and he averted his eyes once more. Cicero merely relished in the sight further. The way the sun lit up Kelvin's face, his hair... His skin was slightly glistening under the suns beams, slick with sweat from the work he had been doing while Cicero was away. Kelvin's eyes were focused on his face, taking gentle care of the cuts and scrapes there. Cicero couldn't help staring when he looked so damn good.

From Kelvin's perspective, Cicero smiling at him like that made his heart stop for a few moments. Cicero was always wound tight, never letting much emotion slip if he could help it, so for him to be gazing into Kelvin's soul with that look was almost too much for him to handle. He was worried that maybe he wasn't reading him properly, and once the blood had been sufficiently cleaned, he set the cloth on his leg and reached into the pocket of Cicero's tactical vest, pulling out their notepad.

'Do I have something on my face?' He absentmindedly rubbed his cheek a bit while handing the notepad to his friend, in case he did have something there that was seeming to entertain Cicero so much.

Cicero merely chuckled reading the note, which made Kelvin even more nervous for a moment but he shook his head and scribbled a response. He was a bit hesitant to hand the paper back to Kelvin, but he could see Kelvin wasn't understanding and figured there was no harm in being bold with how he felt at the moment. Kelvin's eyes widened when he read the note.

'you're so pretty' Was all it said, and he nearly blew a fuse. His breath had hitched and he glanced at Cicero a few times to see if he really meant it. Cicero only continued to adore him, his reactions, everything about him was so perfect in that moment. Kelvin squirmed a little under his gaze, but a sheepish smile crept its way onto his face, which felt hot to the touch. He could tell by the look in Cicero's eyes that his comment was genuine, and it thrilled him honestly. No one had ever called him pretty before, it made him feel wanted in a way he didn't know he needed until now.

He timidly reached into his pocket and pulled out some aloe vera plant. He still needed to properly treat Cicero's wounds, but he found it hard to look at him at all now. Still, he cupped his face once more, spreading the familiar goo onto the sparse cuts on his partners face, before releasing him and letting out a shaky sigh. Cicero grinned at the response, and feeling brave he decided to stand from where he was, only to seat himself in Kelvin's lap. Kelvin let out a surprised yelp, looking down at him in shock, puffs of his hot breath mingling with Cicero's at the closeness. Despite his nervous expression, his hand slowly settled on his partner's hip, keeping him in place.

Cicero reached up to caress the side of Kelvin's face with his knuckles, feeling the heat in his cheeks. His eyes drifted towards Kelvin's lips and he couldn't help but admire them as well. They looked soft, and inviting, contrasting his own which were scarred and bloody half the time. He couldn't help but wonder how good they'd feel pressed against his, though. When they locked eyes again, Kelvin whimpered a bit, hoping they were thinking the same thing right now. Cicero's eyes darkened in a way that sent a shudder throughout his companions whole body, and Kelvin lifted a hand up to brush through Cicero's curls. He smiled softly at the affection and sighed at the touch, leaning in a bit and glancing between Kelvin's eyes and his lips with a sultry look on his face. Kelvin had done the same, but he still felt a bit timid, always afraid he was misreading the obvious signs he was receiving.

Cicero rolled his eyes, having grown tired of the tension between them and brought his other hand to cup Kelvin's face, pulling him in for a rough and passionate kiss. His lips felt better than Cicero could've possible imagined, the feeling threatened to intoxicate him fully. It was bliss, finally being able to connect with Kelvin this way. He had harbored the most intense feelings for his squadmate for so long, it felt like amazing to finally be pressed against him in a way he only ever dreamed of. Kelvin whined a little at the harshness of their lips locking, but that only fueled Cicero's desire, his hot breath fanning over Kelvin's mouth as he pulled away for a brief moment, only to come back with the same vigor. Kelvin wrapped his arm around Cicero's waist fully, pulling him closer while Cicero swiped his tongue against the other's lips, a silent request. Kelvin quickly obliged, the sensation of their tongues swirling around one another causing him to moan long into their frantic kiss. The sound stole the remaining air out of Cicero's lungs, and he reluctantly pulled back, gasping for breath. Kelvin's shoulders heaved the same, and he looked bewildered, excited and happy all at the same time.

They stared at one another for a moment, before Cicero chuckled at the stunned look on Kelvin's face. Kelvin couldn't help but smile as well, pulling Cicero close to him and nuzzling his face against his neck, trying to come down from his high. They stayed like that for a while, Cicero's hand softly running through Kelvin's hair and keeping him pressed close. It felt damn good, like he was getting something off of his chest that had been weighing him down for a long time. Kelvin felt the same, relieved that his feelings weren't unrequited. Knowing they held the same love for one another made them feel like everything would be okay, for the moment at least.

The kiss that had been shared would be one of many, as they would offer each other a newer, unexplored comfort while facing the demons that lurked in this hellhole. Moments like this made living on the island more like a dream than a nightmare, something neither of them would take for granted.

[biblically-accurate-dca]

@vanweek2024 day 7 - sunrise

tomorrow is another day

[marshmallowgoop]

ShinRan Week 2023: Day 4 | Black Knight and Princess

[galactikburzt]

Wait does anybody have a list of verified artists for PA levels? I left the VG server a long while ago and I have no idea if anything has changed and of top of that I started a level and then realized i forgot to check : (

[quasieli]

[Image description: A digital drawing of my D&D character Saube (she/they), shown from the knees up, set against a light green background with bokeh lighting. Saube is a young, chubby, dark red tiefling with short wavy dark purple hair, gold eyes with no pupils, and a set of inwardly curving horns. She is wearing a long purple dress with mesh chest cutout; a pink, purple, and gold dappled bodice; a thick high-waisted belt; and a long pink, purple, and gold textured skirt with a thin high slit in the side. She is also wearing a faintly glowing heart necklace on a gold chain. One arm is held at their side while the other is lifted up, their hand behind their head. They are looking off to the left with a faint smile on their face. End description.]

So I quickly gave up on drawing velvet, but I did manage to finish this cute lil fashion piece!

[whysamwhy123]

Dear God, I'm actually doing it.

I'm putting Daniel in Situations that he cannot dance his way out of.

I mean, it wasn't much, to be honest. I haven't gotten to the Situation or the dancing yet. But it's a start. And considering how I hadn't written a single word in over a month, I'm pretty damn happy that I got 800 words down today. So I'm gonna take the microscopic W on this one.

[prplpnk]

A short blurb about Duke and a precious Star.

Rated: E

Words: 912

[machidielontheway]

my little friends in orange are back :D

[sleep-escapes-me]

Blood; Callous [Explicit]

• Otohan Thull x Liliana Temult

a tiny bit of smut for everyone's favorite toxic old woman yuri set during C3E49

Word count: 2735

The warm inviting glow of the interior of an unassuming cottage at the end of an empty city street beckons ease within Otohan; a reassuring subtle indicator that the need to relocate hasn’t yet passed. The toe of her boots noisily kick up loose gravel as she approaches the door. Immediately a dullish presence tightens around a thread in her mind and pulls taught. Hostility melts into intrigue before rapidly dispelling when the door opens and shuts behind her. The weeks of sojourn tension slough her shoulders with each heavy step through the soothing ambiance that greets Otohan home. The faint crackle of a fire and lingering aroma of a cooked meal subdue the assiduous itinerant in her chest to sleep. The weeks away have only made her keen to how she will be accepted back.

Even when her back is turned, sharp trained eyes can already assess every minor difference since last they were together. 

A new scorch mark blackened the tails of the coat that hung on the chair next to her. Hands reaching for a dish towel reveal deeper scars at a few joints. One less twist at the end of her signature braid. Weatherbeaten skin, burned and tanned to varying degrees along her arms and legs.

Otohan tries her luck. Starting with a hand at the small of her back. Sliding upwards at the shoulder to twist her so they’re face to face. 

A new freckle on the cheek. A faint pink line of a cut on her chin. 

Purple eyes, outlined by shadowed bruises below dark lashes, still strike cold and piercing as Otohan matches her gaze. She tucks a stray tuft of lilac hair from her brow and rests her hand on the nape of her slender neck. The strong life-beat cadence unique to Liliana thrums under the pads of Otohan's fingers. She can’t help the small smile that lifts the corner of her lips as Liliana’s eyes narrow under her continued scrutiny, waiting for a verbal acknowledgment that may or may not come.

Instead, Otohan reaches for an idle hand. It’s granted without resistance; a good sign. She remembers a time being fascinated with Liliana’s hands—the irrefutable evidence of being chosen. She starts massaging the muscles, caressing the spaces between angry lines of red. The indiscriminate ruddy markings have almost completely overtaken her palm, leaving the remaining skin looking leathery and rough. Otohan sinks her thumbs into the palm and pushes outward in small circles causing Liliana to release a gratifying long-held breath. 

Otohan brushes lightly over a fresh callous where Liliana’s fourth finger and palm meet, already starting to heal over. Careful not to press on it, she frowns at the implication. Liliana’s acute gaze never moves from her face. Otohan feels the other woman’s eager regard burn through her restraint to delve into her mind and seek the greeting she won’t verbalize. It’s a silly game they've played for the last few months. One Otohan takes childish pride in majorly winning.

“The expected attendants are confirmed,” Liliana says impatiently if not petulant, accepting the loss for this round. “There’s a report on your desk.” 

The thought of going back into the fray after weeks of constant travel overseeing numerous Vanguard divisions should have irritated her but with the solstice so close, the very air holds a charged frequency that energizes every breath inhaled. The anticipation is maddening.

Even now Otohan’s hands itch to touch more of the woman in front of her, but maintains her poise. She hums. “I heard. I’ll look it over tomorrow.”

“I’m going back in the morning.” Liliana’s voice is short; a dismissal, tired of the game. She retracts her hand and busies herself in the kitchen ladling stew in a bowl and placing it on the table, leaving Otohan to eat. The food is flavorful and hearty. A well-tended meal Otohan can pretend with mild certainty was made in anticipation of her homecoming. 

Dark eyes track Liliana around the house as she tends to menial errands, noticing the calculated maneuvering to look everywhere but at Otohan. Another game. 

When she's full and satisfied, Otohan lets the chair scrape loudly across the ground as she stands, brushing past Liliana without acknowledgment.

“Will you come to bed?” Liliana asks with thinly veiled suggestion.

“I must be invited to my own bed?” 

Liliana does look at her then, eyebrows raised. She nods. Almost as if she had stumbled across a newfound respect for her. A test. And she’s passed. 

A strong lavender scent wafts off her with the movement. Otohan’s nose chases after it. “Trouble sleeping?” 

The question is unnecessary. She sees it clearly. The sunken droop to her eyes. Her skin in the hollow of her cheeks is a bit paler than normal. But it makes Otohan feel some semblance of vindication that she’s not the only one feeling the effects of this strain of distance between them. Pointing it out is just petty.

Liliana doesn’t answer her. Just huffs in that soft way and takes her hands, guiding Otohan over to their room. Silently removing the dark leather armor and clothing from her body with a practiced familiarity, then undresses herself. A single breath is shared between them when an immediate understanding of the magnitude of what she's tied them to overwhelms the two women.

They’re tangled on the bed in seconds. 

Gone are the days of carefully whispered affirmations and drawn-out sensualities. It’s a tangle of clumsy groping and needy lips trying to reacquaint themselves with each other.

Otohan takes a moment to simply breathe over her long-time lover as the willful shift to more deliberate touches and reckless kisses takes them. She watches Liliana squirm while unfastening under her scrutiny. Otohan can sympathize and smiles a rare smile, letting her eyes leer over the lines of her body before coming back onto her face. The other woman’s skin flushes with arousal as the sparse candlelight paints her in warm pinks and golds. 

Something in the way her eyes narrow—challenging her; the sight overtakes something haphazard and possessive within Otohan. She would not be able to hide anything from her. Not her nakedness, not her secrets, not her designs for her. Liliana was a panoply overflowing with known carnal delights and Otohan would know every inch of her. 

Biting down on her lip, drawing blood, Otohan lowers herself down and etches Liliana’s neck in red rivulets, mimicking the ones that spider across her body.

“You taste like mine,” Otohan mouths on her skin.

It’s violent; kissing and sucking and marking her way down the canvas that riots at her very touch. Liliana tangles her hands along the bed, flailing for something to grab hold of, and finds short strands of gray to coil her fingers around. Tugging Otohan’s hair sharply, bringing her closer to the dusky peak of her nipple to take it between lips and teeth; biting, pulling, teasing, tugging.

Liliana ails for breath as Otohan’s free hand pulls at her neglected nipple, teasing it between rough fingertips before tracing the sides of her body down toward her wet heat, slipping easily between her folds. Otohan slides her fingers in and out of Liliana. Slow, controlled. The way she liked to start. Liliana shivers with each torrid pump of Otohan’s flexed hand, biting her lip to suppress any noise. Locking eyes with the woman who held her at her mercy in defiance; daring her to pleasure her to the point of wanton abandon.

“Brat,” Otohan murmurs hotly against her ear. Adding a second finger, she smirks feeling the bite of Liliana’s nails claw into her back alongside a full-body shudder. There was nothing but the feeling of the woman trembling and twitching underneath her and the determination to make her cry out by her hand. 

Otohan continues to coax at her, stretching and curling her fingers into Liliana’s cunt as silky dampness soaks her hand, staining her skin. Otohan chases after every deliberate thrust with a bruising kiss. 

Liliana’s mind was a decades-reinforced trap. But strained whimpers of ‘Harder’ and ‘More’ are panted hotly in her mind. Otohan can only stubbornly assume that doesn’t count in their silly game so she redoubles her efforts. She stretches her thumb to her unattended clit. The sudden jerk of Liliana’s hips leaves her gasping her name. Otohan kisses against her temple, a show of already claiming her victory.

Liliana tries the word, “Love,” fumbling around the syllable in her passion, inner walls tensing around Otohan’s fingers. “Me,” she finishes, eyes closed and back arching. Otohan answers her with a kiss, swallowing her gifted moans as she becomes more frantic in her pace, feeling the start of Liliana’s orgasm crest.

Bitten whimpers and choked moans that ardently praise Otohan’s entire being guide Liliana’s release. Otohan traces her erratic pants, watching as the light from the hall curves around and embraces the glow of her feverish skin. Liliana’s marks burn a deeper hue of red than the rest of her flushed body. She's beautiful, and Otohan’s heart dares to ever pretend otherwise.

Otohan tilts her head upwards and tastes her deeply again, lips bruising into each other as Liliana recovers. Twitching hands sloppily find purchase on tanned skin, groping and branding her flesh with doled marks. Her touch glides—marveling at how effortlessly she can run her hands across Otohan’s body without any hitch of lightning-like scarring.

A brief respite is all Liliana needs before responding in kind to Otohan’s antics. She nudges and presses her hips to one side cueing Otohan to let them switch positions, which she could easily have accomplished without the query. It sends a fluttering thrill low in her belly when Otohan complies. They both had been waiting for this.

She's upright, shifting her legs so they straddle across Otohan’s hips. Liliana gazes down at her lover through lidded eyes, hands resting just below her breasts, fingers twitching in anticipation. The litany of lightning bolt marks across her entire body pulse faintly in tandem with every heavy exhale expended. Simmering magic held in anticipation, edging to burst, eager for release.

At this angle, Liliana’s hair pools over her shoulder, catching the dimming light around them and still managing to glow brighter. 

“Do it,” Otohan urges harshly, arching her back ever so slightly to pronounce her body to the unyielding specter above her. Bright eyes, erratic with lust and some other less pronounceable emotion. Admiration, perhaps. She shows it to her so rarely as of late that Otohan hardly knew how to recognize it.

Eyes suddenly flash white and an electric shock jolts through Otohan’s body. Stealing breath and fatigue with each accelerated beat of crackling energy. Liliana grinds her hips downward in slow even rounds to add an already throbbing pressure within, until soon enough her movement becomes jagged and choppy, sending Otohan carrening over the edge along with her.

All Otohan can hear is her own breathing, shallow and unwieldy, as her chest rises and falls evenly once Liliana is spent. Body still twitching and buzzing in the aftermath, Otohan sprawled still on her back is reinvigorated, attempting to gently buck her hips upward trying to find purchase from the other woman. Liliana lifts from her hips to persist contributing to any building sensation. 

Ignoring Otohan’s instruction, Liliana takes to her body viciously, leaving dark bruises in her wake while snaking down the other woman’s body. Any protest immediately dies in Otohan’s mouth as Liliana callously spreads her legs to expose her wanting cunt.

Otohan arches in Liliana’s direction as she ravishes and prods her body with her mouth and touch. Long tender strokes of her tongue quickly push her already sensitive body to a rapidly approaching climax. With no chance of a breather Liliana’s pace quickens, running her tongue in firm circles around Otohan’s swollen clit. She comes hard and fast. Liliana’s name the only word on her gasping lips.

Otohan begins to rise, using her elbows as support, once strength and cognition return to her. She pulls Liliana back underneath her, mumbling something softly in response. They kiss, exchanging soft reassurances and sweet admirations. Tongue and teeth and lips slide against each other, reminding the other of a more solemn gentler time. Liliana tilts her head back to open her neck again to Otohan’s attention. Bodies move and shift against each other finding any purchase of friction they can as that insatiable coiling heat builds again.

Liliana slots her thigh against Otohan’s pulsing center of heat. Her muscled abdomen rises to the challenge of setting a fast and desperate rhythm. Wasting no time, sweat begins to slick Otohan’s body for a smoother glide against her lover. Liliana burrows her own fingers in her wet cunt following the pace Otohan sets. Nails grip at Liliana’s waist, holding her in place for a steadier thrust. Liliana gasps at the pain.Otohan can feel her thrumming heartbeat through her buzzing body, eyes hooded in content, mouth parted ever so slightly. 

The heady scent of their lovemaking and subtle note of lavender mix together and falls across their senses, edging them further. Bodies tense and twitch together as one. They come together, a rare and desperate feat, leaving little indication of where one woman’s cries of pleasure started and the other took over. The release leaves their bodies languid and loosely tangled together. Flushed sensitive skin folds together as waves of pleasure continue to ride them.

Liliana’s fingers weakly tug on the ends of Otohan’s hair, in a gesture that halts the need to continue for now. 

The two women are still for a moment, lost in the deathly calm of euphoria where their breathing evens together, chests falling and rising in unison, until they drift.

~~~~~

“—we’ve been toys since the beginning. I wish you could understand. I wish you all could understand.”

Dark bleary eyes open slowly, catching the tail end of a forlorn conversation. It’s dark outside but the now visible leylines in the sky bath the room in a soft ribboned hue of pastels. Liliana sits back on her hands with a tired exhale, unaware of Otohan’s eyes on her. Or maybe completely aware. As her mind was never shuttered from her. 

“Any luck this time?” Otohan dares to ask. She knows it’s an off-limits topic since Otohan returned from Bassuras with a tale that fed silence to Liliana for hours. But she can’t help thinking maybe this time. And she’s feeling bold after their overdue passionate night in each other’s arms.

Liliana only looks at her over her shoulder. Guarded—if not unwelcome. Silence is her answer.

“She only need see what we do.” Otohan runs a hand along her bare back tracing the mesmerizing pattern there. She pushes her luck. “You should have seen her, Lili. Powerful.” She presses a bit harder into her back, dimpling the skin. “An unknowing growing bud waiting to flourish. Ready to coax the sun to her side and swallow it whole. Just like you. Only needing the guidance of—,”

“Stop.” Liliana’s gentle command is amplified by an otherworldly echo. 

Familiar sharp-cut tendrils wrap around Otohan’s mind and force her to obey. It comes so quickly that she is powerless to fight against it. Her mouth snaps shut at the same time her body tightens to an uncomfortable degree. Then just as quickly, it fades. 

She doesn’t let it bother her. In the last few months, there’s been a strange kind of obstacle between them that she isn’t sure how to maneuver around. In time Otohan is sure her patience will bear fruit.

So close to the solstice, it’s unsurprising if they’ve both changed in some fashion. They were finally coming into their long-awaited roles. Otohan was no longer a pawn of war who would devote her whole being to an unanswering god and imagine how it could have gone differently. She was a single point of blind-focused agony that would go on unending until the call from Predathos was answered. She had done what she had to do in the years leading to the solstice, and in doing so she had destroyed what semblance of the world she still held on to with the woman she loved. 

Liliana had her part in this and Otohan had hers. They’d built this operation, in part, together and that was worth more than the daughter Liliana left to seemingly protect. 

Otohan is sure of it.

[autism-corner]

finally working on something thats literally only for me o7

[empresskylo]

can you do something with the cod men when you're mad at them? like how they would react to that?

includes: simon, könig, johnny, price, & alejandro. afab!reader; referred to in feminine terminology. nsfw content! a/n: i got a little carried away with ghost's so his is quite a bit longer than the others. my bad.

Ghost 

♡ he doesn’t like when you’re mad at him, but he also doesn’t let it bother him too much. he’s glad you care enough to actually get mad at him. it’s a weird way of him knowing you care deeply about him. but it only infuriates you more when you’re cursing him out and he’s just standing there smiling at you.

♡ ghost likes to think that sex is the answer to everything with you. and i mean…. i wouldn’t complain.

𝐍𝐒𝐅𝐖 𝐂𝐎𝐍𝐓𝐄𝐍𝐓 𝐁𝐄𝐋𝐎𝐖

♡ you were sitting down on simon’s bed, annoyed and pouting. you had rehearsed what you were going to say to him over and over in your head as you waited, pissed.  the anger inside you skyrocketed the second ghost appeared at his door. he sauntered over to you, clearly seeing the ire spreading over your features. “what’s wrong, pet?” he asked you, his hand reaching out and skimming your chin softly. he tilted your head up with one bent finger so you were looking at him. “you mad at me?” you could hear the playfulness in his tone. god, his voice was so attractive when he spoke lowly like that. you momentarily forgot the entire reason you were sitting here waiting for him.  “I think that’s quite obvious.” you scoffed, shaking your head out of his grip.  “mmm. want to get it out of your system then, yeah?” he asked. you knew he didn’t mean letting you curse him out while he sat there and took the beating. he meant fucking you. you clenched your fists as ghost stroked his fingers through your hair, twirling the end of a strand absentmindedly.  “simon,” you began, ready to chew him out. before you could finish your sentence, simon was hunched over, his hands on his knees, level with you, placing a kiss on your jaw, his hand somehow grabbing your rising wrist without looking as you reached up to push him away. then he kissed your neck, and back up to your jaw. he saw the goosebumps rise on your flesh. he hovered his lips above yours. you could feel them ever so slightly as you spoke. His hand still clutching your wrist in his.  “we can’t just fuck every time we’re mad at each other,” your voice was much less confident now compared to mere moments ago.  ghosts eyes darted between your own, kissing just below your lips then hovering above them again. “sure we can." you gulped as simon pushed you back on his bed. you gave such little resistance that you wanted to scold yourself for being so weak. You saw ghost smile, knowing you were succumbing to him, barely able to even put up a fight. It was so fucking easy for him. You wanted this as much as he did. his hands teased the hem of your shirt as he finally connected your lips together. his tongue entered your mouth as his hands moved south, slowly unbuttoning your pants.  you groaned into the kiss, ghost’s fingers teasing your slit over your underwear. He pulled away and yanked your jeans the rest of the way off.  he left kisses along the inside of your thigh, stopping at your clothed core. he hooked his fingers along the hem of your panties and pulled them down painfully slow. he settled himself back between your legs, his hands sliding up to your waist and yanking you closer to the edge of the bed making you gasp. “m’sorry, pet,” he cooed, his voice laced with lust. you whimpered as he attached his lips to you, and began sucking and licking. your hands gripped the bed sheets as you felt one of his fingers slide inside of you, his mouth working your clit simultaneously. “m’sorry,” he mumbled against you.  you could barely hear him as you let him pump his fingers inside you, his mouth making obscene noises as he devoured you.  right before you were about to come, he paused. you whined as a now shirtless simon hovered above you. He pried the shirt from your body and leaned his head down to place kisses on your neck as he mumbled apologizes. “m’sorry. m’sorry. m’sorry. ” he whispered against your skin. he kissed your nipple then sucked it into his mouth. you groaned when he released it with a pop. “do you forgive me, pet?”  his hands came up to knead your breasts. you tried to clear your head as you spoke but it was hard when simon was sending waves of pleasure through you, making you arch your back into him.  “you don’t even know why i’m mad,” you said breathlessly.  you cried when ghost pulled away from you, a fist on either side of your head holding himself up. he looked you up and down before he spoke. “do you forgive me?” he asked again, ignoring your previous comment. god, why did he have to be so difficult sometimes? 

you sighed, most of your anger washed away the second he started kissing you anyways.  “yes. i forgive you.”  he smiled, “that’s my sweet girl,” he cooed before entering you without warning. you gasped, your hands immediately reaching up to hold on to him, nails digging into his back. “that’s right, pet. show me how angry you are.” he began to ram into you, your nails scratching and clawing at him, drawing blood, your head lulling in pleasure. ghost kissed your collarbone, then up your neck, then your lips. He groaned at the pleasure mixed with the pain from your claw-like fingers on his back. “Jesus. fuck—simon,” you mewled. his hips rocked against yours at a steady pace.  “tell me why you were mad at me.” you noted how he used the past tense and mentally rolled your eyes. “what?! now?” he didn’t slow his movements, giving you a serious look. he always wanted you to soften and forgive him before he even found out what it was you were pissed off about. He had a backwards way of looking at things. you told him through moans and gasps why you were mad. it sounded silly now that he was balls deep inside you. he didn’t stop rutting against you the entire time you talked. he laughed as you struggled to get the words out in coherent sentences, losing your place multiple times as he ground his hips rather harshly. “m’sorry,” he said again, but for an actual reason this time. he placed a soft kiss on your lips. “forgive me?” he asked, his eyes looking between your own, his hands pulling your hips up so he could hit you deeper. you basically screamed “yes! yes, i forgive you.”  simon groaned loudly, your walls fluttering around him, both of you orgasming in sync. he spilled inside you, his seed overflowing as he continued to pump lazily into you, every move making him growl before collapsing on top of your body. he rolled over so you lay on top of him now, his hand stroking your hair as he held you, a large, self-satisfied smile on his face as he looked down at you.

König 

♡ he hates when you’re mad at him. he can read it so easily on your features. it hurts to know he somehow hurt you. “what did i do?” he’d ask the moment he saw your brows furrowed and nose scrunched.

♡ he makes up for it by apologizing and promising to do better. promising to fix whatever it is you’re upset with him about.

♡ and he likes to drown you in sweet gestures. he’ll give you your favorite flowers, make you dinner, swoop in to lift something heavy that you were trying to life on your own, offer to carry you if you look even the slightest bit tired. and that’s not to say he doesn’t do that kind of stuff already, but he goes overboard when he knows you’re mad. he does it to the point that you finally break, usually laughing. 

♡ “i got that,” könig mumbles as he takes the heavy box out of your hands and sets it on the table. you scowl at him but say nothing. he watched you as you tried to grab another box from up high. he beats you to it, “got it,” he says. you turn to stare at him. “i can do this myself,” you mumble like a child. “i know,” he says softly. you roll your eyes.  later that day, he’s already stolen the dirty dishes from your hands and washed them, tied your shoe you when you started to reach down, grabbed a mug from a high cabinet and handed it to you. you were slowly breaking. when you began pulling off your hoodie, hot from all the running around, you felt two large hands slide over yours, stealing the hem from you and pulling it off. you couldn’t contain your giggle. “jesus, könig.” he smiled at you once the material was shed and began folding it in his arms.  he nudged you and you rolled your eyes playfully, letting him wrap his arm around you and kiss the top of your head.

Price 

♡ doesn’t like when you’re mad but also never thinks he’s wrong. however, my guy is smart enough to never admit that. he’s happy to admit to any fault, it’s almost infuriating how much of the blame he’s willing to accept. you even tried tricking him once: pretending to be mad at something you knew he didn’t do. he apologize immediately, pulling you into him and kissing the top of your head. you didn’t have the heart to tell him this was all a trap.

♡ he thinks it’s funny when you’re mad. even though he’ll take the brunt of your anger, he can’t help but chuckle. “what’s so funny?!” you asked in the midst of ripping him a new one. “just like the way your face gets all scrunched up when you’re mad,” he said before booping the top of your nose. “can we focus here, please?!”  “right, sorry, love. back to it then,” he said waving his hand in the air, encouraging you to continue your scolding.

♡ it makes it hard to stay mad at him for long. you always fold. he just accepts his wrongs to easily when it comes to you. “i’m still mad,” you mumble after letting your anger go as price took your words to heart, saying he was sorry, and promising to not hold back secrets from you.“yeah?” he asked a bit cheekily. he sauntered over to where you stood and wrapped his arms around you so your back was pressed to his front. he leaned down and kissed your cheek before talking softly. “and what could i do that would make you less mad?” his hands slid across your abdomen and down to your waistband. your instinctively fell back into his touch making him chuckle in his chest. “let me take care of you then, love.”

Soap

♡ johnny hates when you’re mad at him, especially if he knows its something he did really wrong. He gets so stressed out when he knows he did something to piss you off. And of course, the guys–knowing how much it bothers him–like to tease him about it. 

♡ “uh oh,” gaz snickers. “She looks fucking pissed,” price remarks, crossing his arms, enjoying the panic that is rising on soap’s face. “Good luck, amigo,” alejando pats soap on the back as you approach.

♡ he’s such a soft himbo, i imagine it’s hard to stay mad at him anyways.

♡ soap runs his hand through his hair as he gazes down at you. “Shit, baby. I didn’t think that’d piss you off so much.” you scowl up at him. “I’m sorry, lass.” he dips his head to try and kiss you but you turn your head to the side. Pain fills johnny’s eyes as he sighs. He scratches the back of his neck, hating that you won’t even look at him. He falls to his knees, grabbing your attention. He grabs your hands, “i really am sorry, love,” he pleads.  You look at him with slight panic on your face. “Johnny!” you hiss. “People are looking! Get up! Please!” you plead, trying to pull at his hands to get him to stand.  “No. I deserve this. I have to pay for my sins,” you can hear the teasing tone in his voice. You roll your eyes, subduing a smile.  “You’re such an idiot,” you say laughing, still yanking at his hands. Soap takes that as his moment to stand up and bury his head in your neck before you have the chance to switch back to angry mode. He pulls you into him, kissing your neck and up towards your lips making you giggle with a hand on his chest.

Alejandro

♡ kinda likes it when you’re mad at him??? He likes arguing with you, its fun getting you all riled up. He thinks its hot when you know what you’re talking about and you’re telling him whats what. And he loves the heat that sparks between the two of you were you’re both fuming and yelling at one another.

♡ “You got to be fucking kidding me, Alejandro.” “¿ahora que?” what now? he whined. He spun to face you, raising his brows and crossing his arms as if he had better things to do than put up with this right now. You were fuming with rage as he looked at you so expectantly. If your skin could turn the shade of a cherry tomato, it would have by now. You cussed Alejandro out, your hands raising and moving in the air as you yelled. Alejandro cursed back at you in Spanish, looking down at you with fire in his eyes. Finally, you both took a breath, your faces inches apart from one another having moved into each other’s space the more you argued, both of you having scowls plastered across your faces. You could practically feel the steam pooling out of your ears. “You have never been hotter to me than you are right now, mi amor,” he rasped out, his breath fanning across your lips. “God, you’re so infuriating!” He leaned into you, his hand snaking up and fisting your hair, pulling your head back so you had to look up at him. He gave you a devilish grin, “te encanta, bebe” you love it, baby. You let out a frustrated puff of air before your hands went up and grabbed the lapels of his shirt aggressively, yanking him down with all your strength to crash your lips together. He pushed you back so you slammed up against the wall, biting your bottom lip, drawing blood. You moaned, he grunted. You tore at his shirt and he slid his hand up to rest on your neck, putting just enough pressure to make you wet between your thighs. By the time this was all over, you would both be littered with bruises and scratch marks.

[mostlymarvelsstuff]

Reader receives Wandas nudes accidentally

Word count: 780

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  Today has been a really good day for Wanda. She’d nearly gotten the upper hand on Natasha for the first time while training early this morning, had gotten her favorite take out for lunch, then had been able to dress like an absolute bombshell for an undercover mission that she had finished in record timing. So it's really no surprise that she's still riding that adrenaline high even after her post mission shower. 

   Which is likely why she feels so confident upon seeing her body's reflection in the bathroom mirror. Feeling a little adventurous she decides to forgo her pajamas for now and she struts out into her bedroom. She grabs her phone off the top of her nearby dresser before settling herself on the middle of her bed. She's never done anything like this before, but she's seen enough saucy pictures online to know what to do.

   She takes one of her thighs clenched together and a couple of different angles of her breasts before she decides to take one that has her full body in the shot. She raises the phone up and angles it downward, allowing it to capture an aerial view of her kneeling on her bed. Satisfied with how it turned out she makes sure to save it before opening her messages to reply to you. She had to admit she had a huge soft spot for you, so having you check in on her after missions never failed to warm her heart and make her smile.

  After replying she tosses her phone over onto her pillow before getting up to actually put something on. What she hadn’t realized was that she never closed out of her conversation with you, and somehow this gentle toss had hit enough buttons to send her last nude to you

   In the compound's kitchen you squeeze past Sam in order to grab your container of take out from last night that you wanted to reheat. You had been glad to hear that Wanda's mission had gone well and without any problems whatsoever, and you can’t deny the feeling of giddiness that flows through you as you hear another message come through from her

   You pull out your phone and open the message only to be greeted by the shock of a lifetime. The brunette was absolutely bare in the photo and the sight proves to be enough to cause you to panic. You let out a small squeak of surprise as you simultaneously slam the refrigerator door shut and close your messages. You nervously glance over to find Sam, Tony and Natasha all looking at you already, each with an eyebrow raised in question. You nervously give them a nod in form of greeting before promptly exiting the room and making a beeline for a certain witches room. 

   You honestly had no idea if you were even meant to see what you had, for all you knew this was just another, albeit extreme, way she had chosen to tease you as you were certain she had to know by now of your feelings. There was no way you've been able to keep all your thoughts quiet. Not when Wanda was involved.  But regardless of the whys your body seemed to be moving on autopilot to go and get your desired answer, as well as berate the woman for this extreme

   “Wanda!” you shout as your knuckles tap the wood of her door

   Her door opens quickly to reveal her, only now she's dressed in her fuzzy warm pajamas instead of being naked. Which is a relief to you because you're sure you would have keeled over otherwise. You're quick to speak before she can say anything

   “I was in the kitchen Wans! You can’t just send things like that!”

   Confusion clouds her features “I can’t tell you my mission went well?”

   “Don’t play dumb” you plead, “My problem was with your nude not your endearing message”

   You watch her entire face and neck turn pink as her eyes go wide, and it’s only then that you realize this wasn’t some scheme of hers but an actual accident. Which only amuses you. Seems the universe has given you an opportunity to be the one doing the teasing for once

   “My- my nude?” she asks, barely above a whisper

   “Oh, you didn’t send it purposely.” you say with a faux pout. Her breath catches in her throat as she then watches your eyes drink her in as your tongue darts out to wet your lip, “Thats a shame”

    It’s only after you've started to walk away that Wanda's brain begins to function, and she nearly yells after you, “Wait! Y/n!”

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[rafeandonlyrafe]

aphrodisiac

words: 3.5k

warnings: 18+ only!, smut, stepbro!rafe, stepcest, drugging, noncon/dubcon, DEAD DOVE DO NOT EAT, female receiving oral, fingering, multiple orgasms, unprotected p in v sex, pregnancy, somnophilia, male masturbation, bit of voyeurism?, mention of plan b, reader is 19 (rafe is like 20/21 but its not explicitly said)

“hey, sis.” rafe calls from the bottom of the stairs. you peak your head out of your room, curls swaying as you look at him. “i made you dinner.” “oh, you did!” you squeal, bounding down the stairs to fall into rafe arms, giving him a big hug as he spins you. “you’re the best step brother ever!”

rafe loves your reaction. something as simple as him preparing some food for you has you hugging and thanking him incessantly, a big smile on your face, so appreciated of the little act. 

“no problem, sis. you’ll eat with me right?” rafe asks, having already placed the meal in the dining room, his plate at the head of the table, yours right next to him. he didn’t want to mix up whose was whose, for reasons you didn’t know yet.

“of course.” you nod, letting rafe interlace your fingers together as he leads you towards the dining room. you look at your place already set, another grin coming to your face. rafe made you soup and already got a big glass of water for you.

“thank you so much.” you hug rafe before sitting down, not realizing how much having your body pressed against his is affecting him.

“of course, bunny.” rafe says, leaning over the side of the table to push a strand of your hair behind your ear, not missing the way a blush comes to your cheeks.

you stir the soup before bringing the spoon to your mouth, blowing on it before taking a sip. “oh my gosh, rafey!” you smile at your brother. “this is so good!”

“im glad, honey.” rafe says, patting your thigh under the table before he works on his meal as well, letting out a breath of relief when you couldn’t taste what he had slipped in. “so, tell me about your day.”

“ugh, well i got into a fight with tiffy…” you begin to recount the details as you eat, not noticing that one of rafes hands stays underneath the table, just out of view as he grinds his hand down against his crotch, not able to control his cock when he’s around you, even your sweet little voice just explaining the drama of your day has him rock hard.

you don’t notice as rafes hand starts to jack up and down, his shoulder barely moving, his cock now free from his pants, praying he cums before you finish your soup, glad that you’re guzzling it all down. he wasn’t sure how much to put in, the secret ingredient he added just to yours. he wanted to make sure it took effect, but at the same time didn’t want to make you pass out.

“and then i took a shower.” you shrug. “boring, i didn’t do anything special. just shaved my legs and stuff. i did do a hair mask actually.” you touch over your curls, hoping they look a little shinier than normal.

“looks good.” rafe says, his voice hoarse, like he’s straining, and you make a weird face for a split second, trying to decipher if something is wrong before you shrug it off, immediately returning to recounting your day. “but i did use this new moisturizer all over, and it smells sooo good. like strawberries mixed with vanilla. just delicious.” you let out a small moan when describing the scent, not even realizing that rafe jolts in his seat, cumming into his hand as he bites his lip hard, barely holding back his noises.

“not as good as this soup though, rafey. thank you sooo much.” you reach over, rubbing your hand over his bicep. rafe quickly tucks himself back into his shorts, letting out an awkward cough.

“its no problem, really.” he shrugs. he feels a little guilty. you're so appreciative, and everything he’s doing has ulterior motives, but then you smile at him, and rafes cock pulses in his pants, and the bit of guilt goes out the window.

--

you sway towards the bed, wondering if you are coming down with something, your body warm, skin sweaty. you have already put on a pair of short pajamas, opting to skip the long set you usually like due to how hot you are.

you flop down on top of the covers, fanning yourself. you close your eyes, trying to sleep, but there's so much heat coming from you, especially between your legs.

“ugh!” you let out a groan, tugging your pajama shirt off to leave you in a sports bra, your shorts the next to go. you toss them off the bed and lay back, feeling like you can see your heartbeat through your skin.

you try turning to the side, hoping switching positions would make you fall asleep, but as your eyes close, so do your thighs, clenching them together as you grind back and forth, a delicious amount of pressure on your privates.

you quickly realize what you are doing and flip onto your back, panting heavily. you reach slowly between your legs. you've never masturbated before, but you've heard from your friends and movies what it is, so you cautiously rub a singular finger over top of your underwear when you suddenly press over a part of you that makes your entire body jolt, a moan forcing its way out of your mouth.

you try rubbing harder, focusing on the spot. you aren't even aware of the noises falling from your lips as your hand quickens, gasping out when you realize that your underwear is wet.

you've never felt the weird slickness between your legs before, but it helps your underwear rub easier over your skin, so you ignore it and continue.

before you realize what is happening, a damn breaks and a high spreads throughout your body. you scream out, limbs shaking as you rub yourself, realizing halfway through that this must be an orgasm.

you physically jolt off the bed when you realize that you just screamed out loud. it was only you and rafe in the house, everyone else gone for a weekend trip, but he must have heard you, his room right across the hall from yours, but you have more pressing issues as the orgasm did nothing to calm you down, immediately beginning to rub between your legs again.

you slide your shaky legs off the bed, knowing this isn't normal, the way your body is working. you must be sick, ill. you stumble out of your room and slam your body into rafes door, not caring that you fell into the wood, not when it's so cool and decreasing your temperature.

“sis?” rafe opens the door, and you quite literally fall into his arms.

“some… somethings wrong, rafe.” you pant, hands gripping at his shoulders as he holds you up.

“come in, come in.” rafe says, pulling you further into the room, kicking his door behind you. rafe maneuvers you to the bed, and the second you're sat down on the edge, your thighs are clenched together.

“i-i feel really weird. somethings wrong with my body i don't know, help me please.” you sob, chest rising and falling quickly.

“okay, okay.” rafe says, somehow not seeming surprised about the state you're in. 

rafe places a hand on your shoulder, and you cry out from the touch, feeling like your body is on fire.

“i must have ate something bad or-” you pause mid sentence, realization sinking in. you look to rafe with wide eyes. “what did you do?”

“come on sissy, let me help you out.” rafes thumb sweeps over your skin, forcing a shiver through your body.

“rafe.” you say cautiously, but it turns into a whine when he tugs on the strap of your sports bra.

“it's okay.” rafe says so softly. “im just taking care of you.” rafe brings his other hand to your torso, grabbing the bottom of your bra and pulling it over your head, your arms too weak to do anything but rise up and let him take it off.

you know you should cover your chest, but it feels so good to have your nipples exposed to the cold air as you let out a low moan. rafe pushes your shoulders back, and you fall against the bed without even trying to hold yourself up.

“such gorgeous tits, sis.” rafe leans over your body, hands coming to grip your chest, palms rubbing against your nipples.

“p-please.” you beg. “you're my brother.”

“just your step brother.” rafe bites back. “and i know you'd want me if your mom hadn't married my dad. i just needed to slip a little something into your soup to help you along.”

rafe isn't wrong, of course you find him attractive, but you did everything in your power to set that aside and truly see him as a brother, even if you didn't meet until well into your teens.

“you drugged me?” you squeal, pushing your chest into his hands as he massages his fingers into your plump chest, putting enough pressure to keep you down, not that you’re truly resisting.

“just a little aphrodisiac.” rafe glances down between your legs, your underwear completely soaked. “clearly it worked.” “just… just make me stop feeling like this.” you say quietly, ashamed of what you are asking for.

“yeah?” rafe smirks, immediately starting to move, pulling his shirt off and tossing it away. “gonna fuck you so good, sis.”

“you can’t tell anyone.” you remind rafe, even as your eyes gloss over at seeing his muscles. you sit up suddenly, wrapping your arms around his shoulders as you kiss him. you moan against his mouth, pulling him onto the bed before flipping so you’re on top. you make out with rafe, truly not sure if you’re even doing a good job, you’ve never taken anything this far with a guy before.

you grind your hips down over rafes crotch, feeling how hard he is beneath his sweatpants. whatever rafe put in your soup makes it for too easy for you to cum as you already feel your high building again, especially when rafe raises his hands to play with your nipples, pinching and flicking at them while you buck your hips into his.

you pull away from rafes kiss with a squeal as you cum, your knees pressing together around rafes hips.

“holy shit, that was hot.” rafe smiles up at you, a toothy grin that has butterflies fluttering in your stomach.

“just help me, please.” you beg. rafe nods, flipping you over onto the bed. you shuck your underwear off as he takes off his sweats, frowning when he's still covered by his underwear.

“ive wanted to taste you for so long-” rafe says, shoving your legs open as he lays in between them, his eyes on your soaked cunt.

“rafe, what are you gonna do-ooooh!” you shout as rafe lurches forward, burying his head between your legs. his tongue licks long stripes through your folds, lapping up all of your juices.

“never got head before?” rafe smirks, bringing a finger to your hole, teasing it by simply circling around.

“no, never done anything with a guy before.” you admit shyly.

“aww, baby.” rafe pouts up at you. “i didn’t know you were a virgin. that almost makes me feel bad about this.” rafes feeling doesn’t last long as his tongue is quickly back on your cunt, this time flicking directly over your clit.

you bring your hands to his hair, holding his face into your pussy as you grind your hips. rafe sucks your bud into his mouth the same time his finger plunges into you, forcing out yet another orgasm that has you screaming so loud you’re concerned the neighbors would hear.

“so, so good.” you whine, your clit feeling oversensitive but still filled with need as rafe continues licking and sucking, his finger now thrusting in and out of you.

“can make you feel like this all the time, sis. gonna let me fuck you after tonight right?” rafe asks, barely pulling away from you to speak, feeling the vibrations from his mouth on your pussy.

you don’t answer right away. you feel like you can’t truly give an answer, not when you are so turned on that you feel like you could explode, not as his finger keeps pumping inside of you.

“baby sis?” rafe looks up at you, waiting for an answer. you pull your lip between your teeth, trying to formulate thoughts. “or i can stop right now. if you don’t want to keep fucking me then you don’t need me tonight.”

“no, no, no!” you cry out as rafes finger stops moving. “i’ll keep sleeping with you just-just fucking move! make me cum again!”

rafe sucks your clit into his mouth as he forces another finger in, your walls tight around him but so slick he can move easily. rafe has to press his hips into the mattress as you cum again, giving some relief to his cock.

“fuck, how long until it wears off?” you cry out as your clit pulses.

rafe sits back, wiping his mouth against your thigh to clean his chin. “probably will feel better once i fuck you.” rafe says, in truth he’s not sure.

“fuck me then.” you beg, body squirming against the mattress, sweat leaking from your skin.

rafe nods, pulling his fingers out and kneeling between your legs. he pauses briefly before pulling his underwear off and tossing them away. “i can put a condom on but it probably won’t feel as good.” “just… just buy me a plan b tomorrow, okay? need you to cum in me, i think it’ll help.” you swallow nervously, knowing it’s a mistake, not just letting a guy fuck you raw, but your step brother.

rafe nods, draping his body over yours, knowing you are far too weak for any other position, your limbs jelly from the drugs and the orgasms. rafe reaches down, lining his cock up with your entrance. he pushes in slowly, watching your face contort in pleasure.

once he’s all the way seated inside of you, rafe feels your cunt squeeze around him rapidly, another orgasm being drawn out. you pant heavily, worried this will never end as rafe swings his hips out and then back in.

“is it-is it always this easy to cum?” you ask. they’ve all felt so good so far, but you are beyond overwhelmed.

“you’ve never cum before?” rafe asks, grunting as you raise your hips slightly, letting him sink in even deeper.

“not before tonight.” you admit, glancing down your body to see rafes cock entering you repeatedly, making another orgasm rise to the surface as you reach between your legs, fingers pressing to your clit as you cum hard.

“not always, baby. but i promise i’ll make you feel real good, even when you don’t have any aphrodisiacs.” rafe presses his lips against yours, but it’s not really a kiss, not when you can’t stop panting, your jaw slack and unable to close.

“did you take anything?” you question, realizing how hard rafes cock is, how easily he’s pounding into you.

“no, you are just that sexy, sis. i’ve wanted to get inside you for so long.” rafe grunts, making sure he thrusts as deep as possible every time.

“i-i think i’m gonna cum again!” you warn rafe, rubbing yourself to another orgasm, letting out a squeal as rafe struggles not to cum with you tightening around him, needing to get at least one more out of you before he bursts himself.

“fuck, you’re so tight.” rafe groans.

“cum in me rafe, please. i need your cum.” you whine, back sliding up and down the mattress as he fucks into you.

“yeah?” rafe smirks. “need your brothers cum, huh?” you know his dirty words are meant to tease you, but you can’t help agreeing. “yes, brother, please, please.”

rafe shifts his weight to one elbow, reaching down with his free hand to swat your fingers away from your clit, rubbing himself harshly, trying to get you to cum at the same time, hoping that will satisfy you.

“close.” rafe warns.

you let out a scream, back arching off the mattress as you cum, triggering rafes orgasm as he shoots his load inside of you, filling you up completely, rubbing you gently throughout your high before pulling away. rafes cock softens as he pulls out, flopping on his back onto the bed next to you.

you don’t even give him a second to breath, straddling rafes hips and trying to get his cock back inside of you, but rafe winces as his cum drips out of your cunt. “sis, stop. too sensitive.” he warns.

“i-i still need you though!” you argue. “you drugged me rafe, you have to help!” “here, come sit on my face.” rafe tugs at your hips until you are hovering over his mouth. rafe makes sure to only work his tongue against your clit, not wanting to taste his own cum, even as he feels it falling onto his chin and sliding down his neck.

rafe eats you out through five more orgasms until you can’t kneel above him any longer, flopping to the side.

“fuck me again, please.” you beg as rafe takes the blanket at wipes away his chin and chest.

“i can’t, i’m so fucking tired.” rafe wishes he could get it up, but its late, his body is exhausted, and he can barely keep his eyes open.

“you can’t fall asleep and leave me like this!” you scream at rafe, tears falling down your cheeks.

“shh, here.” rafe reaches his hand out, sticking two fingers inside of your pussy, squelching in your wetness. he fingers you until he can’t move any longer, passing out. you continue to hump yourself on his fingers and rub your clit until the need lessens, the drugs begin to wear off, and you manage to pass out next to rafe just before sunset.

you wake up with a groan, muscles sore as you blink your eyes open, bed still covered in wetness.

“hey sis.” rafe says, sitting on the edge of the bed, phone in hand, now dressed in his underwear.

“rafe.” you growl out. “you drugged me, you piece of shit!”

“hey, you certainly enjoyed yourself.” rafe argues back, locking his phone screen and tossing it away.

“fuck you!” you shout, launching yourself at your brother. rafe expects you to slap him, or scratch him, but not your lips as you press them against his.

“fuck me.” you ask. “i-i want to feel you when not drugged. you owe it to me. please, rafe.”

“oh baby.” rafe coos, not realizing what he just woke up inside of you. “you don’t have to beg me.”

--

“who did this to you?” your mother screams, ward looking just as concerned. “you’re still a teenager!” “i’m an adult!” you argue back.

“you’re nineteen! you still live at home, you have no job, no money! and now you’re pregnant?” 

“when i find who did this to you.” ward pipes up, an angry expression on your face, completing the rest of the sentence without even having to use words.

“just… go to your room while your stepdad and i talk. i don’t want to see your face right now.” your mother shoos you away.

any other time you would cry at her harsh words, and at disappointing your mom and step dad, but you know what is waiting for you in your room.

“they're pissed.” you pout, falling into rafes arms once your door is closed and locked behind you.

“a little bit longer, sissy. and then i’m getting us out of here. i know it sucks, but i need a couple more weeks to get the money, and then we are gone. anywhere in the world you want.” “tell me again.” you sigh, leaning your head against rafes chest, placing a hand on your stomach, your bump haven gotten to big to hide it anymore.

“just you. me. our baby. no one who knows we are step siblings. i steal the money to get us away, and then we make it legit. find jobs. get married. have more babies.”

you smile up at rafe, pressing a kiss to his neck. 

“i…” you whisper, knowing how dangerous of a time this is for you two getting caught. “i want you again.” rafe smiles. “that baby inside of you has you acting like you’re on that aphrodisiac again.”

“shut up.” you groan, rolling your eyes as you fall back into the bed, lifting your dress up to reveal you aren’t wearing any underwear. “we wouldn’t be going through this if you would have just bought me a plan b that next day like you were supposed to.”

“baby-” rafe shucks off his pants and underwear. “you spent all day riding my cock or begging for my mouth, even when the drugs wore off. i didn’t have any time!” “yeah, yeah, yeah.” you roll your eyes. “just get inside of me.”

rafe smiles at you as he lines up with your entrance, sinking in with a quiet groan before leaning forward, feeling your baby bump press against his abs. “i love you, sis.”

“i love you too, brother.”

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[atskiruma]

his attempts at courting you

expl: he finds himself thinking about you more often, wanting to seek you out consistently, and giving you numerous gifts every day to see you smile

a/n: it has come to my attention that the last ff i wrote, (snow day) was not very well depicted for all readers to enjoy, i want to apologize for that and promise that i will get better at trying to make sure everyone is able to read it and enjoy it, my writings are targeted for all | unfortunately, i can not edit it right now seeing as there's a poll going on, but once that poll is finished i will change my wording in the ff

ask me anything masterlist

second person writing no pronouns used

Zhongli often felt himself thinking about you more often while he was working around the parlor. Even seeking out your name in conversations and listening more attentively when someone was speaking about you. It didn't confuse him though, he was aware of his interest in you.

You opened up the warmth in his heart and welcomed him kindly every time you two saw each other. It made him happy to see you happy, and this was evident when flowers were delivered directly to your door one sunny afternoon.

"These are for you," The mail lady said before turning around and walking away to do more deliveries. You didn't even get to ask who they were from before she was gone. Staring down at the bouquet of tiger lilies in front of you, you could only assume that the bright orange and black colors could depict a certain someone's hair color.

It was a nice piece on your kitchen counter and went well with the other decorations spiraling around your house. That was, until the next morning, you were greeted again with another gift. A bright orange vase to compliment the tiger lilies you received the other day. It was funny, why was he going out of his way to send you such nice gifts?

You finally managed to confront him when you saw Childe and Zhongli sitting together on the seats of an outside cafe. Walking over and waving to the both of them. They greeted you back, and small talk was given for only a couple minutes.

"I actually came over here to thank Zhongli," This caught his attention, and he turned to look up at you, "I really loved the flowers you sent and the vase goes really well with them too!" You said while smiling.

He nodded back at you, seemingly collecting himself extremely quickly at the fact you figured out so quick who it was. "I'm glad you liked them," He said.

"I came to give you this in return," You said," "I know it's probably not as extravagant as the ones you gave me, but I like it." Handing over the small gift box, he opened it and smiled softly at the item. It was a small keychain, nothing special, and it was decorated with a lovely orange seem.

That same keychain would be hung up right next to his bedframe, along with variant letters you sent him on the table accompanying it.

Diluc was someone who took courting another person seriously. He found it tradition since his father had spoken so much of it when Diluc was younger. He always wanted to treat the one he loved with respect and be as much of a gentleman as possible.

This was why you were taking a stroll with him through his grapevines on a sunny afternoon. He offered for you to come down to the Winery a couple days ago and you had just gotten around to accepting his offer. His hand rested on your back as he took you through multiple different paths and explained everything. As you strolled, he talked about things concerning the vine, his profits, the seasons they needed to be planted, etc.

You smiled at him, knowing it was something he took dear to his heart, and listened very attentively to what he was saying. In reality, Diluc was really hoping that all he was talking about didn't bore you in any way.

Then, the next couple of hours were spent sitting in his large dining room, eating food made by the cooks in his home. It was nice, and you were very happy that he wanted to spend this much time with you. Diluc even found himself watching you eat here and there, asking you if the food was good or if you needed anything else in the time being.

After everything was over, and the night sky shined over the two of you as you stood outside his doors, he leaned down and pressed a small kiss to your hand. Telling you how much of a pleasure it was to have you here, and how he wished you could stay longer.

Diluc even offered to walk you home, tediously not taking no for an answer, he reached down to take your hand and hold it the whole walk home.

Alhaitham was very closed off when he first met you, he was closed off with anyone in general. He found it strange that you always seemed to be there when he was thinking about you, and when his eyes would try and search a room in the akademiya for you.

He realized that something had to be done about this, so, he did what any other raging nerd would do, and researched about it.

You also found it odd when you'd see him looking at you from across the library, or holding the door open for you whenever you'd walking behind him. Alhaitham always seemed like the guy who only cared about his own, yet he was so evident in helping you out here and there.

Helping you when you'd be confused about a book, rewording your essays to make them better. Alhaitham seemed to want to assist you with almost everything. This was no different than today.

You found yourself back at the library looking down at a long-written parchment on the forest rangers' activities. Trying to figure out how you could make this work in the essay you were conducting on Sumeru's forest.

This was when you heard the chair scrap right next to you, and looked up from where you had originally been focused. Alhaitham took his seat next to you, slightly taking up more space than necessary with his manspreading.

"Do you need help with that? It looks like a longer report than usual for you."

"Longer than usual?" You shot back, "Are you saying that I'm not capable of reading this?" His eyes widened a bit and he instantly tried to retort his original statement. "No, no, I thought- Well- You know you usually read shorter reports in order to get more details. I didn't think you'd take something this large to account."

His confession made you smile, and you leaned in closer, "How'd you know how I like my reports?" At the response with your cheeky grin, a blush formed on his cheeks before he looked away.

"Scholars are supposed to be attentive, it's natural to know a few things you prefer in order to work best with you."

The response he sent back your way caused you to roll your eyes and turn back to what you were originally doing. "To answer your question, no, I do not need help, but thank you for offering."

That didn't seem to make him budge, because he kept sitting there watching you copy down and write words from the book.

"You misspelled climate."

The sound of a book colliding with his head echoed throughout the library.

Ayato enjoyed your company, a lot, so much that he seeks you out anytime he and his sister go down to festivals or strolls through the city. He always wanted to start up a conversation with you, and if anyone else walked by anytime he'd be down there, Ayato would be right next to you listening with a smile at whatever you said.

Ayaka loved you too and found it amusing that her brother was so interested in you. She often found herself trying to spark up conversations with you, asking if her older brother proposed yet in a joking manner.

You laughed it off, Ayato was nice but you were sure he had other rich and important people to concern his love life with. He was just a very nice man to talk with here and there, and you didn't seem to notice that you were one of the few he'd actually seek out.

That was, until, every time he saw you, he came with some form of jewelry or expensive item to give you. Asking you how your day was, what you were doing, and if you wanted to come to spend some time up at the estate with him.

"What about Ayaka?" You said with a tilt of your head in confusion. He smiled back and said, "I'm sure she'd rather stay down here and explore more of the shops.

Ayaka would have loved to come along, but before she could even turn around, the two of you were already heading back up to the estate.

He catered to you, made sure you were comfortable, and even asked if you'd like anything from his personal chefs. It was a bit much to handle, seeing as you weren't used to living so luxurious, but he was very nice about it all and understood.

The catering didn't stop after that day either, more and more people began to wonder why the Kamisato siblings were spending so much more time outside their palace. Ayaka once mentioned that you loved a certain color, and the next day Ayato was handing you a box with that color, and a necklace with the pearl containing that color too.

He even found himself marching over to you when he saw someone speaking to you in a more flirtatious matter. Moving next to you and asking if everything was alright while his hand wrapped around your own.

[cheeseceli]

SKZ arguing over the bill

Pairing: ot8!skz × gn!reader (individually)

Genre: fluff

Request: yes!

Warning: mentions of food, reader never pays lmao. Changbin, Chan, Seungmin's were heavily inspired by "Telling your Stray Kids boyfriend you can’t afford to eat out with them" by @ronnierites . If you don't allow this pls lemme know and I'll delete this post. Not proofread

A/n: that's kinda a new format, hope you guys like it! And this have been on my to do list since forever lol sorry for the wait

Bang Chan

Doesn't want you to feel uncomfortable

But he wants to spoil you so badly

Would let you pay if you were uncomfortable but he wants to make sure you get it he would love to pay for you as well

"You know Chris, I can pay for it."

"I know."

"So?"

"I'd rather do it. But thank you baby."

"But-" you stopped talking once you saw his card swiping. You truly should be used at this point "oh."

"Why do I feel like you're unhappy?"

"It's not that I am not happy, it's just that you always pay."

"It's my pleasure."

"But I don't know, I don't want you to think you're being pressured or something like that."

"Babe, I don't feel like that at all. Don't you worry. You're always doing so much for me, that's just a little 'thank you' of mine."

You gave him a little smile and proceeded to hug him, feeling safe in his warmth.

"I'm so lucky to have you."

"I should be the one saying it."

Lee Know

Bro you don't even spare a chance

He's paying before you even have a chance to take your wallet out of your pocket

I'm surprised you even try tbh

"Should we ask for the bill?"

"Oh, I already paid for it, don't worry."

You looked dumbfounded at him while he was finishing his food. You didn't see him talk to a waiter and you're sure he didn't pay for it before you two had your meal.

"What? When?"

"When we were asking for the dishes. Didn't you see it?"

"No?" you tried to recall the moment with no success "Why would you pay? I feel bad that you pay for everything all the time. I don't feel like reciprocating enough."

His eyes soften and a little smile comes to his lips while he watches you pout. If only you knew how much you did for him.

"Hey, look at me. It's okay. You already reciprocate with everything you do. That's already perfect"

Changbin

He pays with the money, you pay back with kisses

Sorry but that's his boyfriend duty

He is physically incapable of not paying for everything

"Hey baby. I'm off work in 40 minutes. I'll pick you up so we can have lunch, okay?"

You were glad that for once you were on a voice call with him instead of being in a face time like you'd usually do. This way he didn't see the way your smile dropped so quickly.

"Um, I don't think I'll be able to."

"Oh? Why?"

"I'm kinda... broke right now. I haven't received my last payment yet."

"Okay? What does that have to do with anything?"

"I don't want you to be the one who always pays for our things. I should be able to pay sometimes."

"You don't need to. That's my boyfriend duty. You know I don't mind, I actually enjoy it quite a lot."

"Still bothers me though. I'd hate to not contribute at all."

"You can always cuddle with me and shower me with kisses. That will make me happier than anything money can buy."

Hyunjin

Stop he'll be like genuinely so sad if he can't pay

He would let you pay if you were really insistent

But then he'll go like :( and you would let him take the bill out of pity lmao

"Hyunjin, stop looking at me like that."

"But darling, I can pay. You know it doesn't bother me."

"Just this once, let me pay, okay?"

"Okay"

"...Jinnie I really need you to stop that."

"I'm not even doing anything."

"Oh God" you sigh and let your head fall, knowing the man beside you won the argument once more "Fine. You can pay."

He didn't waste a second, swiping his card as fast as possible just so you couldn't have the time to change your mind. After he payed the meal, he took your hand in his and started to walk in the direction of the restaurant's exit with a triumphant (and really sweet) smile.

"I swear I don't get why you like to pay so much."

"My love should be treated as royalty, and that includes me paying for everything you wish for."

Han

Bro is offended

Believes with all his heart that he should be the one paying

Tries to distract you when the time to pay comes

"Were you paying while I was in the restroom?"

"... perhaps."

"Han."

"Baby. You know I like to pay for you."

"But you do that all the time."

"It's my way of showing love! If you ask me, I actually don't think it's enough. It's the least I can do."

He could see in your eyes that you weren't convinced. Unfortunately (for you), he only saw that as an opportunity to spend even more money. Maybe then you would believe him.

"C'mon, lemme show you a little bit of love. You can pay me back with thousands of kisses if that's what's bothering you."

Felix

He loves to pay.

If he could, he would pay for absolutely everything that you could ever want or need.

But if that's something which really bothers you, he will let you pay as well

Tries to do that "the one who invites is the one who pays" thing and fails

"Felix. Don't even dare."

He looked at you confused until he realised you were staring at the credit card in his hand, probably hoping that it could disappear before the waiter came back with the bill.

"C'mon, it's just a small lunch. I can pay for it."

"No. I invited you. I pay."

"Actually, if you think about it, I'm the one who suggested this place."

"Two years ago."

"Still counts."

"Not as an invitation though. I'm the one who asked if you wanted to come here."

Felix sighed, knowing he wouldn't be able to convince you of otherwise. If only he could.

"Okay. Next time it's on me."

Seungmin

LMAO sorry you're 100% not paying

Don't even try

Boyfriend duty pt 2 except he is even more dedicated somehow

"Why did you bring your wallet?"

"I wanted to pay for this one."

"... why?"

"You always pay for everything."

"And I don't plan on stopping so you can take your wallet away."

"Minnie, please. I don't want you to be the one who always end up paying for everything."

"But I want to. I wouldn't mind paying for every single thing for the rest of our lives. So you can't take your money away of my sight because I'm paying."

"For the rest of our lives huh?"

"Don't tease." But you didn't miss how the corners of his lips lifted once he thought you weren't looking anymore.

I.N

Rock, paper, scissors. The winner is the one who pays

It's funny and neither of you can complain about the outcome of it because it's technically fair

Except you always throw scissors first and never noticed it

And Jeongin doesn't have the heart to tell you

"We should change this game."

"No way" he said while giving the money to the cashier whilst trying to hide his grin from you "Not my fault you are horrible at this."

"Seriously though, I think you're cheating. It's impossible for you to win every single time."

"How does one cheat at 'rock, paper, scissors'? Besides, you won yesterday."

"After losing at least 50 times. And I got to pay for some ice cream. It's not the same as paying for a whole meal."

"Get better at this and maybe you get to pay for a whole meal one day. C'mon, we can have some milkshake now. Maybe you'll win this time."

You had a feeling you wouldn't though. He was sure you wouldn't.

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Dividers by @cafekitsune

[suiana]

(yandere! t-rex hybrid x gn! worker reader) (wrote this because i saw this one video where it said t-rexes actually had good eyesight n stuff...) (erm brief violent and murder description)

you thought he couldn't see you.

that's what you were told. they told you that he had poor eyesight, that you wouldn't have to worry about him seeing you.

you saw that he had a mask on. the guards probably put it on to block his nose, so obviously it wasn't that he smelt you. tracks? you and your friend were careful to not leave any obvious ones. noise? surely you two weren't that noisy...

so how on earth did he find you two?!

"haha... oh, your face is so cute."

the hybrid snorts, wiping away the blood on his cheek as he trudges towards you. you take a step back, trying to put distance between you and the volatile hybrid. with shaky breaths, you nervously recall the previous events that had happened for things to have led to this.

you and your friend were tasked to enter the t-rex hyrid's enclosure after hours to look for something that a scientist had previously left inside. a chemical of sorts, one that made the hybrids more aroused and violent.

the guards and higher ups all said that they had tranqualized him and that he wouldn't be awake. they even said that if by any chance he had woken up he would be in poor condition and you two would be able to escape easily.

that was far from the truth.

the second you entered his enclosure, your friend had informed you that he could hear something moving. that should've been your cue to leave but... you were naive and wanted to finish your task. you should've known that there was something going on when the scientists let you two in without any form of protection.

because unfortunately, a few minutes after that, you watched in horror as the hybrid ripped your friend to pieces, mercilessly taking your friend away from you. his screams ring in your ear, forever traumatizing you as his mauled body now lay just a few feet away from you and the hybrid.

which is what brings us to your current predicament.

"you... how did you find us?! they said you were tranqualized and-"

you nervously babble, pointing a shaky finger at the bloodied hybrid who smiles sinisterly at you. you watch as he shrugs, taking long strides as he licks the blood of your friend off his fingers.

"what? never expected me to find you huh?"

he snickers, eyes looking down at you as though you were some sort of ant. you could only let out a soft whimper as you try to back up, only to trip on a rock as the hybrid laughs cruelly.

"oh you really are so cute! look at you! all scared and shaking... do you think i'll kill you?"

the hybrid mocks, smiling at you as his sharp teeth make you dread what he may do to you. shit, those teeth look sharper than knives! it'll be like going through a meat grinder!

"p-please! i only wanted to retrive something that the higher ups told me to do! i thought you had bad eyesight and-"

"me? bad eyesight?"

the hybrid interrupts, pausing in his steps as he raises an eyebrow at you.

"my dear, my eyes are far from being bad. in fact, i think they may be better than yours."

he laughs at you, shaking his head as you feel helplessness fill your mind. what? his eyesight was... good? did the higher ups lie to you?

"that's how i found you two obviously. this damn... muzzle blocks my senses."

he grumbles, poking the mask that restricted his sense of smell. you watch in horror as he suddenly pins you to the ground, a crazed look in his eyes as you say your final prayers. shit... you were definitely going to die here, weren't you?

"i'm so glad those people kept their promise... wanted you for so long."

he mutters, his tail wrapping around your leg as you freeze in place. ah... so this really was a set-up from the very beginning.

"a-are you going to eat me?"

you stammer, looking up at him as tears prick your eyes. shit, so your employers really were sending you and your friend to your deaths, huh? did they run out of food? and promise? was this damned t-rex thirsting over you and your friend? did the higher ups promise to give you as meat if he did something?

you whimper softly, looking at the t-rex as your body shakes fearfully. meanwhile, the hybrid remained quiet for a second, processing your words before deadpanning at you.

"eat you? ah... so they didn't tell you, huh?"

he mumbles, pursing his lips together before snickering again. little did you know that your fate would've been worse than just being offered to the hybrid as a piece of meat.

"why would i eat my future mate?"

"huh?"

oh. so they offered more than just your body to him.

"oh... so you're not going to eat me?"

"well i will eat you, just in a... different way. i'll eat your friend for real though."

you maintain eye contact with him, fear leaving your body momentarily. you blink slowly, staring at him with an exasperated expression before he breaks the silence with his words.

"what? why are you looking at me like that?"

oh wow, maybe because he just admitted to wanting to eat you? sexually? ugh... you can't tell whether this was worser than just being mauled to death like your poor friend over there.

the hybrid notices how your eyes drifted towards your friend before he pouts. his eyebrows furrow slightly, and the corners of his lips point downwards.

"aw, come on! i'll treat you good, promise!"

you stare at him with a dead expression before replying to him in the most deadpan voice you could come up with.

"you literally live in a dinosaur enclosure."

"hey! it's not my fault that those humans took me away and placed me in here! besides... it's pretty comfortable. they give me food and i don't really need to hunt anymore."

he then pouts before sighing dreamily.

"you really are the prettiest... can't believe i had to adore you from afar."

he shakes his head before using one of his hands to caress your cheek. you freeze as you feel his sharp claws touch your skin. shit, were they always this sharp? and what the hell did he mean by adore? did he like you?

"a-adore me? what, are you in love or something-"

"love? yeah... i am in love with you... even if this is the first time we officially talked."

he mutters, hearts in his eyes as he continues to gently touch your face as though you were a delicate statue.

huh... so he loves you? no wonder he isn't eating you... yeah, you remember doing some tasks in his enclosure before this encounter. maybe that's when he fell for you. wait, didn't he also say something about a promise?

"hey the promise-"

"ah, i said i would stop trying to eat them if they gave you to me."

oh.

so the higher ups really traded you and your friend just so this dinosaur guy would stop trying to eat them.

you continue deadpanning at him before groaning. damn it, why did you have to be subjected to the feelings of this stupid hybrid?