#ohhhh this took so long to build

[quotidianish]

Redecorating my survival world for new years

[simphornies]

Breathtaking [Vox x Secretary! Reader] part 2 (NSFW)

A/N: This honestly took a little bit longer than I expected. Apologies!

Warnings: cunninglingus, creampie, implied bondage

Word count: 3.5k (3,500)

!MINORS DNI!

You've hit a year with VoxTek working as Vox's personal secretary. Though, you're confident your role in the company will change considering you are now his current romantic interest. You form a bond with the other Vees over time. With the exclusion of Vox, Velvette and Valentino brief you on Vox's little secrets he'd most definitely not want you to find out about yet.

With a lot of convincing and a tad bit of peer pressure from Valentino, you sneak into Vox's bedroom at night while he stayed up working against your advices. You cuddle up into his pillow, his scent lingering. You knew it was going to be a while until he walks in. You scroll through your phone, given to you courtesy of Vox, watching anything he starred in today.

It wasn't long for you to fall asleep, phone in hand. You had dozed off to the sound of his voice.

"Fucking hell..." Vox stretched his arms, "I'm not going to hear the end of it from Y/N tomorrow." He mumbled to himself. It was way too late for him to finally go to sleep. He was up and with a quick clip of Alastor roaming around the streets a little bit too close to his building, he went into a fit of rage. He had to reboot himself. Twice.

It was so late that the usual servants opening his door weren't even there anymore. He opens his door, aimlessly scrolling on his phone. When he looks up he sees you sleeping on his bed. Cuddled up on his pillow. You. On his pillow. Vox paused. Dead in his tracks. His grasp on the doorknob slips past his fingertips. He might have to reboot himself again.

Who knows how long he stood there in disbelief. He ended up locking the door behind him when he finally came to his senses. So nobody walks in. Specifically Valentino.

He sat beside your sleeping figure. The weight of him sitting down stirred you awake. You rub your eyes, adjusting to the light emitting from him. He looks down at you, capturing this very moment in his mind forever. There you laid, in his bed, wearing a nightgown that was almost see-through. So close to being see-through that you laying there innocently was such a tease to him and the fact that all you had to was exist rendered him speechless.

"Vox?" You spoke, voice in a hushed tone. "It's late...I told you." You groaned, choosing sleep over lecturing him. "Mmmm. Ne'ermind...Lay down. Go to sleep." You pat on the empty space next to you.

He lays down on his back where you patting, leaving an awkward gap between both of you. A disappointed huff escaped your lips. You scoot closer, laying your head on his chest. "G'night." And just like that you were fast asleep, soft snores coming from you. He soon dozed off, his arm wrapping around you.

The next day came and the two of you were now spooning. He hugged you tight, the warmth radiating from you giving him a new sense of comfort. He could get used to this.

You lean back into him more, enjoying the attention you received. "Mornin' Vox." You yawned, stretching out your limbs. You pushed back into him, wanting to be even closer than you already were.

"Why don't I just move you into my room." He says in a rare soft tone, "I'd want to wake up to you everyday."

"Vox?"

He hummed in response, you turn your head to face him. His eyes were still shut. "Yes, dear?"

"Morning wood." You calmly state, feeling the bump behind your ass.

Vox had barely the energy to fully comprehend the situation, though he did start to grind against your body. You move his arms off of you, turning to face him now, "Vox~" You purred, "Wake up. Let me help you."

He finally opens his eyes after a big stretch and yawn, "Hmm?" He groggily asked, "What--Oh! Ohhhh! Oh fuck." The realization hit him making him laugh nervously, "Yeah. I'm sorry. I promised myself to hold back on that but you're just so warm and-"

You laid next to him and in his eyes it was the most seductive post ever. "Let me repeat myself, sir~" You purred, "Do you need assistance?"

With no hesitation he throws himself on top of you, "You are just," He plants a kiss on your cheek, "Absolutely." Another kiss on the other side, "Stunning." He crashes his lips on yours, his tongue slipping out of his screen. He couldn't stay still. His hands roamed all over your body, you feel how gentle he's being with his claws. The feeling of them lightly grazing your skin sent shiver throughout your entire body.

He pulls himself off of you, trailing his tongue down to your neck and collarbone. His wandering hands had lifted your nightgown, allowing him access to everything underneath. He pulled your underwear down, revealing the wet dripping mess you created.

"You're ready, huh?" He grins up at you, his tongue licking your slits. You squirm with pleasure, muffling your moans into his pillow.

"Ah ah ah~" He threw the pillow away from your reach, "I want to hear it all, babe. Since you wanna be so bold and all." He quickly goes back to licking your wetness, his tongue slowly starting to enter you.

"V-Vox!" You moan out, unashamed. "If—Oh fuck—" You were gasping for air, his tongue ravaging your insides as you dug your nails into the mattress beneath you. "If only you'd—Ah—Noticed my advances sooner."

You managed to lock his head in place with your thighs, the sudden dominance shocking him into freezing. "You would've been had this all night, sir."

You let him go from your thighs, "Now ravage me the you do with your eyes."

And just like that he goes wild, devouring you, relishing in your taste. You feel a knot forming in your stomach as quickly as he noticed it. He didn't slow down. Even after releasing on his tongue, he continued to feast on you with his tongue, his fingers.

He pulls himself off of you, "You're not done yet, Y/N." You look up breathlessly as he towered over you. His pants off and you see his cock, dripping with pre-cum. You couldn't help but fulfill your hunger now, taking him into your mouth eagerly.

He throws his head back, hand resting atop your head. He groans in pleasure, bucking his hips into you as you suck him with hunger. "Someone's ravenous~" He teased, his voice having that effect you've always craved to hear over and over. You look up at him, lust in your eyes almost pleading him to finally take you.

He pulls you off and grins at you with the smile that's won you over since you've ever laid eyes on him, "Let's get the main point, shall we?" He positions himself, teasing your clit with his tip. "Beg, dear." He whispers in your ear.

You flip on your stomach, head down with your ass up. "Please Vox," You whine, "Fuck me silly and record it for yourself."

He sparks with joy, entering you. Your tightness catching him off guard. He was in absolute bliss and with the way your walls held his cock well, he almost didn't want to pull out. "I could keep my cock in you like this..." He licks your neck, "...all fucking day."

You were a mess, drooling the moment you felt him go inside of you. "F-fuck..." You whispered, "Vox please."

His slow paces didn't last, he went straight to pounding you into his mattress, your nails audibly ripping his sheets. "You're going—Ah—" You managed to say, "I'm not going to be able to live without this."

He chuckles, "I wasn't planning on leaving you a day without it the moment I entered you." He sped up, hips slamming into yours. You felt his sparks every time he hit the entrance of your womb, sending light electric jolts of pleasure all over your body.

You became a screaming mess, repeating his name over and over as if he were to forget. He pulled out of you for a brief moment, causing a whine to escape your lips quickly replaced with a moan. He had flipped you on your back, he's now staring down at you, watching your face drowned in pleasure.

"How about I mark you mine, huh?" You feel his tongue ravaging your chest, filling you with overstimulation. "Fucking hell I'm going to mark you."

"Mark me, Vox!" You scream, "Fuck I'm gonna—"

The knot came back, faster and hotter this time. The way you two made ravenous love to each other could improve the Sin of Lust himself.

He rubbed against your g-spot, driving you wilder. "Ri-right there! Fuck Vox I can't—" You were interrupted yet again with him making out with you. His dick grew bigger inside of you, indicating he was close to his climax just as you were.

"Inside, Vox" You whispered into between kisses, "All of it, as deep as you can."

You didn't have to tell him twice, he grabbed your hips with one hand, the other rubbing your clit truly sending you over the edge. Your walls tighten around him, squeezing every single drop into your womb.

He stayed inside you for a while after you both came, making sure every little bit stays inside. Your limbs were weak as you laid in his bed helplessly.

The sight of you got him rearing to go again. To which you happily obliged.

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Your personal endeavors lasted for hours, to which the other Vees pieced together fairly quick. After losing count of how many times you two indulged in each others' bodies like ravenous beasts, he prepared a bath for you. Making sure you got the best damn aftercare of your life.

"You need to sit back and enjoy the show, baby." He purred into Vox's ear.

Turns out you had cancelled his entire day so he had nothing to worry about. You two were basically official but he had yet to pop the question for you wanted to be his and his forever in hell.

"Vox, love." You speak softly, humming, "You have to let me go out eventually."

He hasn't necessarily let go of you since you got dressed from your bath. He had been stuck in and on you all day. Not that you necessarily minded. "I have to pick up some weapons for us for the extermination later on, you really are going to have to let me go."

After multiple "10 more minutes" requests, you were freed from the grasp of your almost boyfriend. You needed to check on the production of tools from Carmilla Carmine. On your stroll there, a familiar voice catches you dead in your tracks. Behind you stood Alastor, the radio demon, evident with his eerie shadow.

You kept walking, hoping his business wasn't with you. But it was. He teleported in front of you and smiled. You hated his smile, you weren't able to read the emotion behind it.

"Why hello dear! The name's Alastor!" He grabbed your hand and shook it against your will, "It's a pleasure to be meeting you, quite the pleasure!" His hands were cold and the way he touched you gave you goosebumps.

"It's wonderful to be finally meeting you! Why I've heard much about you! You're Vox's new plaything." His voice distorting into radio static along with his eyes changing. You were shaking but you weren't about to back down. "Too bad you'd already given him your soul. I could have offered you more."

"I didn't make a fucking deal with him. He loves me. Something you wouldn't be able to understand." You hissed making the radio demon laugh.

"Well how about we make a deal." He reaches his hand out to you, "I can provide you with so much power, enough for you to be a worthy overlord next to your poor choice of a demon lover. And in return, your soul."

You start to take a couple of steps back, "I..." You stutter, absolutely petrified. His antlers were peeking from the top of his head. "I don't need to be an overlord next to him. I'm fine like this."

Your statement received static laughter. "Haha! You foolish little doll." His grin was menacing now, taking a step forward each time you took one back. "You would become an easy target. Just like you are now. And I would absolutely love to kill you if it means I get to ruin that picture box nonsense's eternity in hell."

Your heart was pounding in your chest. You shut your eyes, terrified to do anything. You knew you can't win against the radio demon. He made a point. Your powers were nothing in comparison to the demons Vox had to deal with. Maybe...making a deal with him would be a smart idea.

Zap! You heard an electric box crack. Your eyes dart up to the sound and you see that the other boxes exploded soon after. You see a car absolutely speed down the road and in a blink of an eye, you were getting yanked into the moving car and into Vox's arms.

"That motherfucker—He didn't hurt you, did he? I'll fucking kill him!" Vox was seething, glitching all over the place. You held his hand and he seemed to calm down a bit. You put a hand on his chest, his heart was pounding faster than yours.

"Vox, I'm fine. He just wanted to scare me into making a deal with him."

"A deal?!" He looked at you with terrified eyes, something you've never seen him wear on his face once. "You didn't...right?"

You shook your head, "Of course not. I would never make a deal. With anybody."

Vox takes you to his room immediately as soon as you both arrive home, "I moved your things into mine. We'll share this space now." He sighs, "The moment I saw you in that situation I just...I panicked. I'm sorry I couldn't get there sooner."

"Vox...I'm fine. I can manage." You gave him an empathetic look, "I didn't get hurt because you were there just in time."

"But...He was right you know." He said with a hint of annoyance in his tone. "Without a deal between us, your powers...as amazing as they are! Don't get me wrong but...I deal with overlords here. Demon overlords." He holds your hand in his, you feel him shaking slightly. "If...If you make a deal with me."

"No." You said a little too fast, "I don't make deals. I work for what I have. I don't take shortcuts. I can't."

"Not for your soul! I just want you to have the powers I do. It's for your protection." He begged.

"But it won't work that way! I cannot give my soul away like that. I can protect myself just fine!" You pull your hands away from him. The thought of you actually being weaker than Vox despite the control you have over him due to your mutual love angered you. You didn't want to be weak. But he was right. Only a deal between you two would strengthen you tremendously.

"Y/N—" He protested, "Why won't you let me do this for you." His voice distorted. You snap back, "Vox, sir. Why don't you listen to me when I say I don't want my soul on the line for powers. It's how I lost my damn parents."

He froze. You froze. You said too much. "Y/N I—"

"Nothing! Nothing. Don't fucking worry about me, okay Vox? I just. I can't." Your head drops, your chest tight with pain.

He sighs, taking your hand once more. "Y/N...Please hear me out." He was met with silence so he continued. "Make a deal with me. For your soul I'll share you my powers..." He lifts your chin with his finger, "And I'll share you my soul."

This caught you off guard. A soul for a soul? You've never heard of such a thing. Would that be really possible? He was willing to give his soul away to you, "Vox..."

He smiles sweetly, "You already own my heart. You own my entire life. I am in love with you, Y/N. Fucking hell, I will cut electricity off in this entire city just for you." He gave you a quick kiss on your forehead before stepping back, letting go of you.

"Do we have a deal?" He reached his hand out, glowing with sparks flying from it. You look at him, "Your soul...are you sure? For mine?" He nods with confidence. You take his hand and sparks fly the moment you shook it. It felt like a strong gust of wind and force pushing into you.

And in that instance, you feel electricity course through your veins. Your eye starts to morph to be more like his. You look at him and his eye was spiraling. By the look of his face, yours did too. You blink and shake it off.

"The deal is done. I now own your soul and you own mine." Vox hugs you, "I love you, Y/N. I don't ever want you to be in danger. I will give up everything for you."

You hug him back tighter, "I love you too, Vox." This had been the first time you've said this to him. He was ecstatic. You feel him lift you and spin you a bit in excitement. =

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Ever since your run-in with Alastor, you had never left the building without too many guards and Vox by your side. If he was busy, Valentino would be with you. You two were already friends but the constant shopping together just brought you two closer.

"You know, I never thanked you for pressuring me into sleeping in Vox's bed while he stayed up." You laugh, elbowing the moth demon.

"You're absolutely welcome," He pinched your cheek lovingly, "And was it a fun night?" He teased though you were used to it when it comes to him.

"It actually happened in the morning and it was bliss." You sigh happily, "I felt like I was getting bred the way he was pounding me. Asmodeus would've been proud of us."

You both share a laugh together before exiting the limo and out to the shopping district. You were bored and wanted to see what random thing you can buy and Valentino wanted to scout new hires.

Valentino drags you into his lingerie store, "Oh Y/N~" He grinned, "You just have to wear this for him."

"Valentino those are ropes." You say, a little too blankly. He stared back at you with a look of 'Are you serious?' plastered on his face.

"Precisely. Let's put you in this and leave you in his room." He pulls out a photo on his phone of his last rope play porn shoot with one of his employees. "See? Oh this sill drive him mad. Vox loves being in control."

You think about it, not too long honestly, but you did think about it. You ended up purchasing it and whatever else Val told you to get. And maybe you went a little overboard getting almost every cute thing you saw.

As soon as you get home, you were being followed by two employees whose hands were full of your bags. Vox greeted you with a spinning hug. "How was it? I see you got a lot of things. What'd you get?" He was like an excited puppy for you.

You smile at him with a mischievous look in your eye as you gestured to a shopping bag from Valentino's lingerie brand(that you got an amazing 100% off deal from), "Oh just you wait, sir." You state before pivoting on your heel, walking away. He tried to chase after you but was quickly stopped by Valentino. "Wh-Val! Get the fuck out of my way what does she mean by that."

The moth demon chuckled down at him, "Oh she has a surprise for you that'll definitely keep you both all night." Before he could protest and argue he gets a message on his phone from you.

'Be a good boy and wait 30 minutes before coming in.'

Followed by a photo of you stripping. On his bed. He just adored you being on his bed at any given point in time.

"Now stay here," Val pats his shoulder before walking in the same direction you went, "She asked me to tie her up the way you like it for you before you get there."

...

"WHAT."

Safe to say it was a long, loud, powerful night that surprisingly didn't cut power in the city. And you were grateful for the soundproof walls he had in his room. And Vox had everything on camera.

[bunnypeew]

Delusions - Vox x Gn!reader

okay okay so I have found a cool prompt to write so I'm gonna write it for Vox cuz I've been in love with him recently and I also haven't written anything for Vox yet ahahha just so you know I'm sucker for doll Velvette so she is seen as one here

They started this job at the Voxtek enterprise building a couple of months ago, they were really down on their luck but we were also really good with tech in general and, since it hadn't been that long since they got in hell, they were looking for everything that guaranteed them some sort of protections from the exorcists but from the hell citizens in general.

Now, it wasn't like them to make friends with their boss, hell not even in their life had they ever done that, they always had kinda creepy bosses all their life so it was easy not to befriend them. But with the Vees it was different, well at least with Vox and Velvette, they had always found Valentino a bit creepy with the kink stuff and everything but the other two had been somehow nice to them for the past few months, they both weren't the best at showing kindness, it was actually kind of a struggle but they somehow did it only with them.

Now they were really naive so they couldn't really tell that Vox was mostly being nice cuz he was starting to fall for them, he wouldn't admit it to himself or to anyone really but he was. Velvette had caught wind of that and started flirting on purpose with Y/n to the point where Vox would short-circuit often from how mad he was, today was one of those days.

''so Y/n, what are you planning to do tonight?,,

Velvette says, a smirk on her face while looking at Vox scolding one of his employees, now Y/n was a bit concentrated on their work so they weren’t really listening going “huh” like two times before catching what she said, this made them blush a bit

“oh, em, nothing really, working probably, why?,,

they say putting down their clipboard and looking at the doll like demon

“oh I don’t know maybe you’d want to hang out or something get away from work for a bit,,

they giggle at the offer she made but shakes their head and takes their clipboard and leaves.

as they leave they bump into someone walking towards them, that someone being Vox himself, he catches them last minute with a hand on their back, then looks them in the eyes before helping them back up.

“you gotta be more careful newbie,,

they fix their posture and looks at him while laughing

“can’t believe you still call me a newbie even tho i’ve been working here for months,,

he smirks and chuckles moving his hand to stroke the side of their cheek to some non-existent dust, they unconsciously lean into his touch and blush. This made Vox almost short-circuit again for the thousandth time but instead, he took a deep breath and looked them in the eyes for a rather long time

''em, mister Vox are you alright?,,

they say a little bit concerned, reaching for the side of his screen to see if he was over-heating or something, but as soon as he saw the hand come near him he backed away and coughed out loud

''do not worry dear I am fine, now get back to work please,,

they heeded and picked up their clipboard and ran to whatever their job was. Vox now that they were gone dropped his happy and calm facade for a more concerned and stressed look, he then goes and bumps into Velvette

''what the fuck Vox look where you're going and what is it with the face- ohhhh, I get it. Bumped into Y/n have you? mhhh?,,

she says mockingly, laughing and looking at him getting mad

''listen here you little shit, I am not in the mood for your bullshit,,

''wow come on, what happened now,,

he slaps his screen and sighs

''I happened, I'm such a shit flirter I SWEAR TO GOD- T-T-THIS IS SO STUPID-D-D-D,,

he was starting to short-circuit again.

''Vox chill out for fuck sake,,

a little bit of smoke was coming out off the top of his screen while he was glitching again, he did manage to calm down after a few seconds, took a deep breath and facepalmed himself whining

''you're in love aren't you,,

his head springs up and looks directly at Velvette with a hated filled stare

''I think you're delusional,,

''and I think you are in denial,,

she says with an all-knowing expression on her face, hands on her hips striking a pose

he just grunts and stomps the floor a couple of times before taking a deep breath, fixing his tie and walking away to find Y/n

they were doing some shipment paperwork for the carmine parts that were supposed to come, they stopped when they saw Vox come into the room

''oh hey sir, do you need something,,

they say smiling and putting the paperwork down. Vox comes closer and pushes them towards a wall to then pin them.

their face was completely red and they had a confused look on their face, their arms pressed to their chest, eyes looking directly in his.

''s-sir what are you-,,

''stop calling me sir okay? just call me Vox, understood?,,

They nod sheepishly and look sideways shyly only for Vox to pull up his hand and turn their head back to his. He then leans in and kisses them on the lips. this transmits electricity all throughout their body making their hair fizzle up a little. They kiss him back tho, putting a hand on the side of his screen and the other one on his chest

Electricity was literally in the air around them. They stop the kiss, a sparkle leaving both their lips before they look each other in the eyes again. They both hear a snap of a camera, making them turn around to see Velvette taking a picture of them while yelling yoink and running away

''VELV-E-ETTE-E-E-E,,

I LOVED WRITING THIS LITERALLY LOVED ITTTTTTT I LOVE VOX SO MUCH RN EHEHEHE ANYWAY HOPE YOU ENJOYED THEONESHOT <3

[fatuismooches]

Ohhhh vulnurable Dottore 😶 What if this is a moment when he realises he can't heal us? He's trying and trying and trying, using all accessible methods (smt questionable and anti-sciense) but n o t h i n g works, there is no way to make us feeling better. And a new reality breaks him down, this is his breaking point.

But you're a sweet, lovely soul, you understand everything and never blame him for failures. When he's crying all you can do is holding and kissing him.

(uhhh finally I'm brave enough to reveal myself haha 😬 I was that anon with several Pantalone's hcs about him speaking French and a reader changing their ring to simple one 🙈)

The crashes that came from Dottore's private lab were so loud it probably echoed throughout the entirety of the whole research building. And it wasn't the sound of an experiment gone wrong exploding, or something fell down by accident, or perhaps some screaming, no. It sounded like something was being forcefully destroyed, on purpose too at least with how much crashing and banging there was. And you just had a horrible feeling about it.

You were right.

You didn't even bother knocking on the door, instead just shoving it open before you called out his name, although you cut yourself off when you saw the state his lab was in. It was a dreadful mess. There wasn't one thing that hadn't faced his frightening strength. The desk and bookshelves had tumbled to the ground, the chairs had been snapped in half... somehow, but considering his power that shouldn't be surprising. Even the operating tables were damaged, glass on the floor from the breaking of his tools and capsules. On the floor, you could read all of the documents scattered around, at least the ones that weren't torn to shreds. The books from the toppled bookshelf? All dedicated journals to your condition over the years. The photos on the floor? Pictures of your body, internally and externally. The random bottles on the floor? Prototype medicines that didn't work with your body. And all at the center of it was your husband. Dottore. Or rather Zandik, as you called him when it was just the two of you. His back was turned to you as he didn't seem to acknowledge the mess around him or even you. You slowly walked towards him, your heart already hurting as you were pretty sure you knew what this was all about.

"Zandik, look at me, please." Dottore's fingers twitched at your words, but then he balled them up, not able to bring himself to face you. You had no choice but to walk in front of him instead. "Zandik, I-" you paused abruptly when you saw his face. Zandik was crying.

He was like a statue. He didn't move. He didn't speak. He didn't sob. He merely looked at you, tears gliding down his cheeks completely unmoving and expressionless. You were speechless. In all your centuries of being with Dottore, you had never seen him cry. You've seen him genuinely happy, genuinely mad, genuinely sad - but never any tears, not even remotely. But here he was crying in front of you anyway... because of you.

The state his office was in was surely no state for you to comfort him, not with the chairs and desks toppled and in shambles... so you silently took his balled hand in yours and peeled away his fingers, allowing you to hold his hand. You led him to his own room (which was connected to his own lab, you know he can't be separated from his research) and he followed you, this time not putting up a fight. You two sat down on his bed and you immediately pulled him against your chest, holding him. Dottore remained unmoving for a bit, until he reciprocated and wrapped his arms around you carefully, as if you would disappear at any second. It was a very silent moment, as neither of you said anything for a long time. And well... it was kind of a learning experience for you too. You couldn't do much besides this but... you hoped it helped. But you needed to say something too...

"Zandik," you murmured, pulling him away from your chest which was only damp now, it seemed like he stopped crying a while ago. Though he still had that empty expression on his face. You reached to take off his mask but his arm quickly grabbed yours before you could even touch it. Ah, of course, he didn't want you to see him. He didn't even want you to know about this in the first place, probably. But that simply wouldn't do. "Zandik," you repeated again, "let me see you. Please," your fingers glossed over his cheek tenderly. "It's only me here, you know," the metal of your wedding ring felt cold against his skin, "And I'm not going to give up or leave, love." You hoped the look in your eyes read - it's okay to be vulnerable, Zandik. Please just be you when you're with me. The Harbinger gritted his teeth and held your waiting arm a little harder, as your other one came to cup his cheek. It wasn't easy to break him down, but eventually, he reluctantly let you go.

You took the mask off and set it to the side, focusing on your lover's expression. His eyes always told so much. And this time, they looked very, very tired. Though even still, his gaze was cast off to the side. But, this time you wouldn't force him. Dottore still acted high and mighty even in his lesser moments. He didn't like being seen like this. He was supposed to be the Doctor, the one who controls the game and has all the power. Not a vulnerable boy who was the opposite, who could have anything in the world except this one thing - your cure.

"It's alright," you whispered, kissing his forehead. "I'm alright." You kissed the corners of his eyes this time, a tiny bit red from crying. "Okay?" This time you went for his lips, and although he took a few seconds to reciprocate, he slowly kissed you back. As if he would never be able to kiss you again, neither of you let go. "There's no need to worry, I'm here," you combed your fingers through his hair. "I know that no matter what happens, I'll be next to you. I love you." Dottore didn't respond nor did he look at you. But he heard it. And he crept his hand under your shirt as he placed his fingers above your heart, counting the beats. His way of reassuring himself you were still alive. And for now, that was enough.

A part of you wanted to apologize. Apologize for putting this burden on him. If only you... were not you. If you could be someone else, then Dottore wouldn't have to invest so much into you. You know he loves and adores you how you are but- you know it's not the time to go down into those thoughts. Instead, all you need to do right now is comfort your beloved. Make him know that you see him. You love him. You accept him. You believe in him. And that regardless of all the failures he may endure, nothing would ever make you love him any less.

...

UM HI HELLO. Thank for this idea omggg i went through all stages of pain 😭 AND YOU WROTE THOSE OTHER HCS TOO?? Gosh you have such *chef's kiss* amazing ideas I LOVE THEM !!

[kingschclar]

I didn’t like the way the whole fic came out so I tried making a somewhat thirst the the horny got out of hand so 1k+ words

Cw: pretty ooc Leona, smut (obvi-), gn reader

Context in a short fic ig:

Leona Kingscholar. The house warden of savanaclaw . To you, he was more specifically The Ultimate Thorn in Your Side. Your time together had morphed into a strange relationship, consisting of: eating meals together, napping together, sitting next to each other in class, and so on. Everyone that surrounded the two of you would have assumed you were dating.

Were you? Maybe.

It wasn’t really a concern for either of you to put a label on your dynamic. Leona had taken to calling you certain pet names that you weren’t necessarily fond of. Names that insinuated a lower status than himself; that you were below him. Herbivore , underling, servant, and pawn, to name a few. Your response was generally the same; a gritting of the teeth and roll of the eyes.

It didn’t take long for the relationship to become physical. Spending so much time with one another, becoming (maybe a little too) comfortable around another...it was, maybe arguably, inevitable. Even though Leona was substantially smaller and lighter than yourself, that didn’t stop him from demanding your attention and submission. You, despite the acid that would build in your gut, allowed him to indulge in touching your body. It didn’t help that he seemed to know where to touch in just the right places.

Today would be different, you decided. You smirked at him from across the table, stirring a spoon in your coffee. “What’s that stupid look for?” the house warden scoffed, cracking open a soda.

“You’re always up for a new game, aren’t you ‘ona?”

He eyed you as he tilted the can to his lips, taking a long sip. “I’m listening.”

Keeping the playful grin on your lips, you tapped the spoon on the rim of your cup before placing it down. You blew on the hot drink before taking a small drink to test the temperature. “I guess it’d be more of a bet, really…”

“Oh?” his eyes sparkled with intrigue.

“I bet I could make you beg by the end of the day,” you calmly took another drink.

Leona’s snickers turned into a full blown laugh, “Me? Beg?”

“Mhm, that’ right,” you didn’t falter.

“Beg for what, exactly?” he leaned back in his chair.

“Anything. Does it really matter? What do you say?”

Leona thrummed his fingers on the table, thinking for only a moment. “What do I get if I win?”

“Bragging rights.”

“And you?”

“Bragging rights.”

“Hahahaha...it’s a bet!” he held out his hand. You took a hold of it and gave a single, firm shake.

(Part I hated but basically it was going to Leona’s dorm him pinning you down against his door then you switching the positions)

Actual fic (thirst?) here<><><><>

“Ohhhh, I see how it is…” he snickered. “You think this is gonna work, herbivore?” You didn’t reply, but angled yourself over his cock, but remained still. “I can just jerk off later, this isn’t gonna break me,” he rolled his eyes. “You’re gonna have to try harder than tha-” You cut him off but sinking your hips down, slowly pushing the full length of his cock inside. You tilted your head back, letting out a breathy moan. “Fuck...what about the bet…”

“I’m not worried about that now,” you started to ride his cock slowly.

Leona gripped onto your hips immediately, throwing his head back. “Heh, I knew you couldn’t resist me…”

He started to smack himself up into you, timing with your bounces down. You keened out at the feeling of him pushing deeper and deeper inside. “Fuck yeah, ride my cock...just like that…” he groaned out with a wide, proud grin. “Your king is the only one who gets...to fuck you like this...your all mine...fuck…” he bit his lip, his own words turning him on more.

“Ah, I’m getting close, ‘Ona…” you whined, almost over dramatically.

“Fuck, m-me, too…” he hissed. “More, more, more…” he seethed out, fingers curling into your flesh harder. “Fuck, yeah, herbivore, d-don’t stop...don’t st-” his eyes snapped open as he suddenly felt the rush of pleasure that was once overwhelming him come to a complete halt. “H-hey!” You had raised yourself off his cock, leveraging yourself against his shoulders. You stared down at him with malicious eyes and a knowing smile.

“Y-you said you weren’t worried about the bet anymore!”

Leona knew exactly where this was going.

“Yeah…” you laughed, “I lied.”

Sneering, Leona looked away, “Whatever, it’s not a big deal. I’ll just jerk off later. Go ahead and get off-” You slammed your hips back down, forcing his cock deep inside you again. “Fuck!” he cried out in shock. Taking no time to build up the pace, you went straight to a merciless rhythm.

You kept a careful eye on his face and small frame, making sure not to go too far. Craning his head back, he let out a few groans and whines of pleasure. “F-Fuck!” he shouted out again. “Yeah, yeah…” You raised your hips up again, making him gasp. Smirking, you sat down on his legs.

“You’re being a r-real bitch, you know that?” he shook out.

“Oh? Am I?” you asked innocently. Using your pointer, you gently toyed with the end of his cock, making him shiver. You hummed softly, taking your finger off and pulling a string of precum with it.

“Is there anything you’d like to say?”

“No fuckin’ way,” he spat.

You shrugged, “Alright.”

“Like I said, I can jerk off later, this isn’t enough to make…” he watched you as you raised yourself over his cock again. You leaned forward, bringing your mouth close to his.

“Go on.”

“Me...beg…” he finished.

You bit on his lip before saying, “We’ll see.” You teased the head around your entrance.

“For someone who ‘isn’t feeling a thing’ you’ve started dripping, Kingscholar ” you say mocking him a bit

Pushing it in a little bit. He groaned in response, thrusting his hips up. “Ah, ah, ah,” you pulled up more, refusing to let his cock back in. “If you want, you can go ahead and beg.”

“Are you deaf or just stupid?” Leona tried to bark. “I, Leona Kingscholar, will never beg-” his eyes rolled back as you leaned back and slid him back in to the hilt. You bounced on his cock, again picking up the pace quickly. He thrust up, desperate to chase his release. “Fuck, fuck, fuck!” tears started to prick at the edges of his eyes. You slipped two digits into his mouth, hanging wide open.

His tongue rolled and wrapped around them, causing him to whine out more. “Ahn, ahn, hhhhh,” the horny sounds escaped his lips along with several strands of drool. “G-gonna...gonna…”

Again, he was left hanging on the edge as you raised yourself off of his aching cock. It twitched and throbbed, so close to finally reaching his orgasm to no avail. You could see his revolve was finally starting to crack. “Hm? What did you say, ‘Ona?” you tilted your head.

“G-god damnit,” he choked. “F-fine, fine, please, please I can’t stand it.”

“Oh? Really?” you blinked, surprised.

“Y-yeah, I-I can’t take anymore...c’mon, c’mon…” his body trembled.

“You’re lucky you’re so cute, Leona …” you smirk, slowly sliding back down. He craned his neck back, a low moan dragging out. You bounced on him again, refusing to let up. It only took a few moments until he was throwing his head back and crying out in bliss. You felt his warmth fill you up as his hips slammed up to hit you as deep as possible.

“FUCK! FUCK!” he yelled, holding onto your sides so hard that it would likely bruise. His body went limp, chest heaving for air.

You smirked, but frowned as you noticed the gleam in Leona’s own stare back at you. Still dizzy from his orgasmic high, he snickered, “hahaha...I liiiied…”

“What.”

“I lied, my poor herbivore!” he cackled. “I could have gone muuuuch longer than that!” You squinted your eyes, glaring down at him. “But alas, your king is just too sly! You never stood a chance against my intellect!” Snickering more, you kept your eyes on him in a silent rage. “Alright, I win, you lose! Go ahead and get off so we can get cleaned up.” You remained still on his lap, cock somewhat soft, but buried deep inside. “You really are having hearing problems today, c’mon, get off!” he repeated.

“Ohohohoho, I don’t think I will,” you hissed. “Who said we were done with the bet?” you shifted your hips slowly against him, grinding against his cock.

Leona flinched and jerked, “I-it’s too sensitive, c-c’mon…”

“You can beg me to stop, if you want…” you raised an eyebrow.

It was his turn to narrow his eyes at you, “Th-that’s how you wanna play it? F-fine, I’ll play!”

“If you say so,” you grinned darkly, feeling his cock get harder inside you. Leona’s frame shook underneath you, making you smile wider. He grit his teeth and writhed under you. “Maybe I’ll fuck you so good you’re brain will melt...then it won’t matter if you beg or not…” you pondered aloud.

“Sh-shut up, stop being s-stupid,” he tried to threaten you but they were nothing but empty.

You leaned down and roughly kissed him, shoving your tongue into his mouth. He kissed you back, his breath noticeably shallow. “I th-think I’m gonna cum again…” he winced, as you broke your mouths apart.

“Good,” you leaned back, the wet, slick sounds of your movements filling the air.

“A-aren’t you...aren’t you going...to get off, or-or something?” his eyes went wide in panic.

“Now why would I do that, I’m here to serve you, my king…”

“Fuck, fuck, fuck, I’m cumming, I’m cumming!” his eyes rolled up while his fingers clawed at the bed sheets. He whined as he pumped into you, albeit far less than before. Tears trickled down his eyes, “O-okay, okay...y-you can get off me now…”

“Hm? Say again?” you slowly grinded against him again.

“Oh, G-God,” he panted with his mouth hanging open. Tears started to leak from his eyes. “I-I won’t beg...I w-won’t…”

“Up to you…” you gently bounced on his over stimulated cock. It grew hard again as you used the sopping amount of cum inside of you to keep it slick and lubricated. “I can go aaaaall night ♡…”

“All...n-night?…” he repeated, eyes starting to roll back again.

“Maybe I was right...maybe I’m gonna melt your brain...or your cock…” you whispered in his ear before licking it softly. He writhed and shook from your touch, desperate whines and sounds escaping him. Continuing to ride him, you watched as he silently screamed, hitting his third orgasm.

“M-more, more, more…” his voice croaked, his mind clearly wiped. “F-fuck me more, fuck me more…”

Drunk off the power and hearing the pompous supreme leader underneath you finally begging in the proper manner, you complied. You brought the pace back up, making him cry and keen out in a confusion combination of euphoria and pain. He continued to beg for more, practically turning into a chant as his voice lilted higher and higher. Surprised there was anything left to drain out of him, Kokichi came for the fourth, and (as you deemed it) last time.

Being careful, you lifted yourself off his hips, cum dribbling out of your entrance. You were too distracted by your own goals to hit your own orgasm, but given the circumstances, you were completely fine with that.

Leona gasped for air and shivered from the over stimulation that coursed through his body. You grabbed one of your towels and cleaned him up as gently as you could, still making him whimper as you hit his flaccid cock. “..’Ona?” you spoke gently in his ear. “Do you wanna take a shower with me in a second? Or do you just want to sleep?”

“Hhfffhhh…” the boy slurred. “I...sd’nno…”

“We’ll just do the ladder then,” you murmured and kissed his head. You curled up next to him, stroking his hair. “Also...I win…” you added, voice still low.

“Shhhh...uddub…” he attempted to raise his hand but quickly gave up.

“Sleep it off, Boss,” you chuckled warmly, kissing his cheek. His small chest moved up and down slowly, signaling that, sure enough, the Savanaclaw house warden was out cold.

I need to be jailed

-RA😻💥🔫

OKAY I NEVER FUCKING ANSWERED THIS BUT THIS IS ONE OF THE BEST THINGS IVE READ IN MY LIFE WTF THANK YOU 😨😨 I KEPT REREADING IT FROM THE TIME U SENT IT TILL NOW BC IT WAS SO GOOD..

btw to anyone reading this far, leona’s name is written as kokichi once as a joke

[leomoon65]

Dina doms you (TLOU2)

Summary: Dina is your girlfriend and you two are having sex, pretty simple lol. This is written for AFAB reader. Dina is older than you but you are both of age and while it seems it is written more “aggressively” it is consensual. 18+

A/N: I want to say thank you to everyone who has engaged in my long… but first fic, I thought I’d write a shorter fic, more of a one-shot per se but I’m not an expert on this. Read my pinned post for any suggestions you may have for fic ideas and a general warning. (:

Warning: smut, rough s*x, strap, minor choking, teasing, edging, slight praising, degradation, mommy kink, impact play.

“MMM come on, Dina, please stop teasing me.” you plea with your legs spread on her bed.  Dina’s eight inch clear strap is lazily pressed against your cunt. “aww, does the slut want more?” Dina says as she grabs her strap and rubs the tip against you as you squirm around. “oh fuck Di… OW” you whine as you are smacked lightly by the dark brown-haired girl. “it’s mommy from now on, you understand?” Dina says in an aggressive tone grabbing your chin with her hand to look at her. “mm-- mhm. yes mommy”. you say with automatic submission. god, you’ve been waiting for this moment for weeks but were too nervous to ask. you are distracted with your thought when Dina aggressively rubs her strap through your cunt. “nice and soaking, that’s how I like my little slut” she coos at you as she rubs more. “p-please, Dina, can you put it in? I’ve been such a good slut for you,” you beg, forgetting Dina’s request and causing her to grow more annoyed with your voice. she starts to mock you “pLeAse DiNA cAn yoU— what a whiny slut you are, now shut up and take mommy” She grabs her strap putting it in halfway. “OHHHH FUCK” you scream as you are not used to Dina’s aggressiveness or size. “t—tooo much too much mommy, pls pull out" you whine, secretly loving it and wanting to test Dina’s patience. She smacks your tits semi-hard but not enough to hurt you. “i told you to shut up you brat” she barks as she starts slowly fucking into you. “god I have never been with a slut this tight before,” Dina says as she slightly chuckles. You finally get used to her size as she speeds up into you, making the bed creak each and every time. “mommy— can you please be gentle?” you say innocently wanting to test her patience again. Dina grows annoyed once again as she grabs your pre-soaked panties and shoves them in your mouth. “now, maybe you’ll listen,” Dina says as she thrusts herself all the way in. “MMMMMMM FUCK” you mumble in pleasure as your pussy is stretched out by her each thrust. you absolutely love the feeling of her in you and making you feel so good. While fully in you, Dina comes up and wraps her hand around your neck softly choking you. “yes, baby, you’re doing so well taking mommy like the slut you are” she coos as she sees her strap fill your stummy each and every time. remember to make a huge mess if you want to make mommy happy. she says, looking you sternly but lovingly in the eye. 

Dina thrusts into you more as you moan and whimper with each thrust. “i can’t believe it only took me flirting with you for two months for you to let me fuck you, you know how much of a slut you have to be for that?” Dina teases your past experiences with the older girl. “mmm shut up” you mumble. “do I hear you being a brat again?” Dina says taking your panties out of your mouth and grabbing your jaw aggressively, letting it go to smack you again. “OW, i-im sorry mommy” you say as all the tension and pleasure of Dina’s strap is building up for you. She goes to rub your clit as she can feel you’re close. “you know mommy hates punishing you, but you’re such a brat,” she says as you squirm more than ever feeling the need to cum. “ m- mommmmy can I please cum?” you beg as you feel the familiar knot in your stomach when you and Dina have your fun. “no, no, baby, not yet, mommy loves watching you struggle for pleasure, it gets me off more.” she says smirking. annoyed again, you whine and plea to the older woman so she stops edging you. Dina pulls out, which to you whine, confused of her intentions. she rubs the tip of the strap on your clit which sends you into a state of pleasure and intense tingles. “pl-please please mommy let me cum” you whine as she teases your sensitive clit, you continue to squirm and start to whimper. Dina looks down at you struggling not to cum and smiles in satisfaction. “what a good slut you are for me,” she says she puts herself back in and rubs your clit with her fingers. “why don’t you cum on mommy’s strap my pretty little slut” She rubs more as she senses your orgasm. “O-OHHHHH FUCK” you scream/moan as the knot finally releases in your stomach, cumming all over Dina’s strap. your eyes roll back and your back arches feeling the best orgasm of your life. “good slut” Dina says as she now switches to cooing you. “mommy is so proud of you”. she kisses your stomach as you come down from your high. 

seeing you dazed but satisfied, Dina pulls out for you to whimper one last time. “hey i can’t stay in you forever” she giggles softly as all that dominance goes away turning into a more nurturing tone. She rolls over, giving you a kiss as she sees how sweaty you’ve gotten. “here stay here” she runs to the bathroom, taking her strap off as she grabs some washclothes. she wets one for your head and comes back with the other. you lay in bed thinking about how good Dina has made you feel as she comes back. she pats the sweat dripples dry as she knows you are both to tired for a shower. “you did so good for me baby” she coos as she looks at you in the eyes. moments later, she moves down to your lower half, wiping all the cum off you and your cunt. she comes back to bed opens the covers, and slips to cuddle. “did you enjoy tonight baby?” she asks wanting to make sure she didn’t step over any boundary. “you did amazing, mommy” you giggle as you draw her into a kiss. Dina smiles, kissing you back, which leads to y'all making out. “now, why don’t i show you what I can do for you,” you said getting on top of her. “man we are never going to sleep with your drive,” Dina giggles as you bite her lower lip…

a/n: another thing i wrote at 4am anyways pt 2? :)

-c

[fuckyeahgoodomensfanfic]

Good Omens Fic Rec: Collaborative Activities

In that moment, Aziraphale knew his destiny. He was destined for a day of tiresome bickering with a devastatingly handsome and soul-crushingly insufferable man. If he walked out now, he could convince the young executive assistant in charge of the phones to give him his. She seemed to like him, maybe had the littlest crush on him. Once he had his phone, he would email his resignation to Gabriel and polish his resume on the plane home to the city. “Fell!” Aziraphale did his best to smile, pushed away thoughts of fleeing his godforsaken job for good. A grown man, he was a grown man who could make it through one long weekend of asinine activities. While on a corporate retreat, estranged co-workers Aziraphale and Crowley get teamed up together. They encounter something on their hike, something that brings a buried desire to the surface and transforms it into an unquenchable lust.

Length: 12,776 words

AO3 Rating: Explicit / Spice Level 🔥🔥🔥🔥🔥

Best for: After Dark, Human AU, Mystery

Triggers: None

Read it here, fic by scullyphile

*Minor Spoilers* It's not often that I can write a rec post immediately after reading a fic, but I'm able to now, and more than that, I'm BUZZING to talk about this fic!! This was so good!!

In this human AU, Crowley and Aziraphale are coworkers at an advertising firm with a complicated past. Right off the bat, it's a setting that works perfectly. Aziraphale works on an upper level and Crowley on one of the lower ones, so it parallels perfectly to the canon of Heaven and Hell being different levels of the same office building. Aziraphale hates Crowley for reasons you'll find out, and when he is paired up with him for a company-mandated hike, well, he's not happy. I loved their chemistry, the banter, the stupid puns. Really, everything in the first half of the story kept me super engaged and fulfilled even if it had ended there.

But then we get to the next half of the story. Here is where it went into overdrive for me. It's a much more casual fandom for me, but I've been an X-Files fan since childhood. Usually, the plots of episodes are really hazy for me until I'm actually rewatching them. So, it took me a while to make the connection on the "loosely based on an X-Files episode" tag. Ohhhh, what a genius inspiration!!! This is a sex pollen fic, so expect some uncontrollable sexual urges. But more than that, expect things to not be as they appear. I simply cannot say more, you need to find out for yourself how this plays out.

This is so, so, so much fun. I loved this a lot. My only complaint is that it's not a million words long and it ended. Please, more X-Files inspirations/crossovers. Oh my god, I didn't realize how much I needed that. After dark read that I hope you guys also enjoy!

Read it here, fic by scullyphile

[syrupyyyart]

finally, finally finished the ~definitive~ designs for my main Motley girls :’)

Extensive design notes under the cut (mostly for documentation purposes, but also because i like talking about my ocs lol)

In my last post, I introduced the idea of giving each character multiple colors, rather than being one uniform color throughout the design. The idea is that the characters can earn up to 3 new colors as they age+experience new things.

For each color they earn, they’ll wear a new ‘evolved’ version of their previous outfit.

For comparisons sake, here’s the initial pass I took at trying to give my characters more colors:

(euhg. theyre really really ugly. im honestly embarrassed i ever posted these at all lol)

Fact: it’s actually incredibly difficult to design monochrome outfits for characters without the designs looking extremely unfinished (to me, anyways lol). In an attempt to break up the monotony of the monochrome outfit designs, I found myself over relying on the outline colors to fill in their outfit pieces (cherrys pants, limes turtleneck, etc). This hypothetically works, but it ended up causing a lot of confusion as to how many colors the characters had actually earned, especially when the outline color was vastly different from the intended color. Basically, the tl;dr is that over relying on the outline colors felt like cheating, looked bad, and caused a lot of issues.

All of this explanation is to set up the 2 design rules I gave myself for the New Definitive Designs:

1. Outline colors MUST NOT be over relied on, and should be used as sparingly as possible

2. Nothing is sacred. If it looks bad, throw it out!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

I also decided to shift around their body types slightly, since I realized that practically every character had the same build with a different height (with the exception of Banana). Marshmallow is a bit curvier, Watermelon is slightly more muscular, etc. And, while you cant really tell because of their baggy outfits, Lime is much boxier and Blueberry is lankier and has wider shoulders than the others.

Finally, here’s some specific design notes for each character, how they changed, and why:

Cherry Pit - Cherry may not have had the most drastic changes, but hers were definitely the most important. She’s had the same hairstyle ever since the first time I drew her (back in ....... middle school lol), and as attached as I was to it, it caused a LOT of problems. It gave her an ugly silhouette, the sharp edges kind of ruined her circle motif, etc. So it had to change. I decided to give her a fluffier hair style to incorporate more round edges into her design, and I truly cannot tell you how many hairstyles I cycled through before I landed on that one. It was major development hell. But I think the new style is much much cuter! Due to story reasons, I also decided to give her 2 outfit colors instead of just one, and she seriously looks so much better because of it. Big fan of Cherrys new design lol

Blueberry Cobbler - Ohhhh where to start with this one. Blueberrys design has always been a headache to me. I found it difficult to draw consistently, and even when I got it to look how I wanted, it still didn’t look very good. So, my goal for her redesign was to overhaul her design while keeping the general idea behind it; most importantly, she needed to be Fun To Draw. So, I changed the silhouette of her sweatshirt by giving her a more exaggerated hood, replaced her bulky zipper with the hanging ties (idk what theyre called lol), and Changed Her Ugly Ass Tights into baggier pants. I also crimped her hair to make it more angular. In the context of this universe, cold colors have naturally colder body temperatures, so they have to wear insulated clothing to stay chilly; the overall baggier clothes really just fixed all of my issues with her design honestly. Better for her personality type, prettier silhouette, in-universe reasoning, etc. Scrumptious.

Lime Pie - I decided to swap out her cargo pants for a long skirt, and let her hair down. This was mostly because, with the monochrome outfit she needed to wear, the turtleneck+cargo pants combo just wouldnt work without looking Pretty Bad. It also helps her outfit stand out a bit more, as she’s now the only character in the main cast that is wearing a skirt. She’s meant to be an inversion of the “nerdy girl lets her hair down and puts on a dress and Now She Is Popular” trope, so the idea is that when she earns her 2nd color, she will start wearing her hair up again, and the cargo pants can come back. Maybe.

Marshmallow Fluff - I honestly hit the nail on the head with this one in the initial batch of concepts I did, so I didnt change much lol. The biggest change is that I made her hair light again. This was because shes obviously meant to have a cloud motif, but her sister (who I rarely post about lol) has a thundercloud motif-- basically, I’m just saying that the darker hair is gonna go to her sister instead.

Banana Pudding - Again, she looks almost exactly the same. I just changed the red outline of her original dress to be less contrasting, since I got a lot of people asking if she’d earned two colors or not. Hopefully, its more clear now that she’s only earned one.

Watermelon Sorbet - As much as I liked her original design, many many people told me she looked like a ‘cool yoga instructor’ character. Which, while not terrible, wasn't exactly what I was going for; she’s meant to be more of an ‘edm dancer’ kind of character. So, I decided to change out her pants for bigger legwarmers that I’m hoping make her look a bit more hyper active.

Thats all my notes lol. I have no idea if anyone is gonna read this far, but if you do, thanks :’) I fully realize that making so many notes about this looks silly, considering theyre OCs and not like ..... widely known characters. So Im sure a lot of what Ive said just sounds like gibberish. But its fun to ME!!!!!!!!

I’ve got more character designs to post over the next week or so; namely, the 3 Antagonists (Grape Soda, Orange Custard, and Angel Cake) + the parents (which includes 2 characters Ive never shown before, but Im very excited to share lol). Those posts wont be accompanied with longwinded notes like this one is; Im just the most excited about these designs and wanted to talk about them.

[femalexfuries]

Trust (WandaNat x Little!Fem!OC)

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Tags: Age Regression, Mommy Wanda, Daddy Natasha, Slight Angst, Domestic Fluff

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Summary: Natasha has been on a mission for almost two months and tries to bond with her little one after being away for so long.

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Wanda had been waiting outside, Amelia resting on her hip, and made a big show of excitement upon seeing Clint, Sam, and Natasha arrive back at The Avengers Compound. Despite the enthusiasm, the small brunette remained shy in her mommy’s arms as she was greeted briefly by the two men.

When at last Natasha approached, the little one remained skeptical as the tall redhead embraced her and her caregiver. After several moments of kissing and exchanged “I love you’s” the two adults finally turned their full attention to the timid girl.

“It’s your Daddy!” the witch declared while pointing at the other woman and feigning surprise. “Do you remember seeing Daddy on the phone?”

Wanda did her best to FaceTime with Natasha as much as possible while she was away. Big or little she wanted Amelia to see the woman and know that she was involved despite being gone for so long. However, the current lack of recognition showing in her baby girl’s eyes was something she tried to gently prepare her girlfriend for.

“You know she’s usually very little in her headspace. I’m sure it’s hard to understand where you are and why she can only see your picture on the phone or hear your voice.”

“Can you say hi to Daddy my shy little girl?”

Natasha tried to match her partner’s upbeat tone but faltered when she received nothing more than a confused look before the little one began chewing on her mommy’s hair.

“Just give her some time, Nat. She’s probably just a bit overwhelmed.”

The young Sokovian gave a reassuring smile as she pried a pair of tiny hands from pulling at her auburn hair.

“Let’s get you inside and start to unwind. Okay, my love?”

The redhead gave a quiet sigh and nodded before following her two girls into their home.

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After putting her things down and joining the others in the common room, Natasha tried once again to interact further with her little one. Despite being gently encouraged by both women to go see Daddy, only when Wanda held her hands did she clumsily toddle over.

For several moments the older redhead was able to distract the girl with her watch and shiny rings. When the toddler realized her mommy had moved back across the room, however, she gave a panicked cry.

Natasha took the opportunity to easily scoop her little one up and onto her lap. Peppering her face with kisses only seemed to increase the volume of the cries despite her effort. After several moments, Wanda stood with a huff.

“Miss Amelia that is quite enough,” she said with mock exasperation as she took her daughter back into her arms. “Daddy waited so long to see you!”

The witch took note of her girlfriend’s sheepish expression and felt a pang of guilt at the way things were going.

“Do you want to feed her dinner, darling?” she said after checking the time. “She loves sweet potatoes now and I have a bowl of them mashed for her in the fridge.”

Natasha felt herself nodding confidently despite the internal uncertainty she truly felt. She appreciated the effort Wanda was making to involve her and help build back the relationship she had with their daughter.

Silently, the Russian stood and followed her partner into the kitchen where she watched as their little girl fussed about being locked into her high-chair. The upset lasted only momentarily when the brunette suddenly discovered how fascinating slapping the tray was and began to babble.

“Ma-mama-ma-ma-ma,” she said while watching as her caregiver grabbed the bowl of sweet potatoes and a spoon.

“Here, love.”

Wanda handed the bowl and utensil to her partner and pulled out a chair as Natasha adjusted her own seat in front of the high-chair.

“Ohhhh look at this!” the redhead stated as she brought a spoonful of mash to her baby’s lips.

The little girl happily accepted the food and turned her head to smile brightly at her mommy.

“Is that yummy? Say ‘thank you dada!’”

“Da-da-da-dada,” the little one babbled as she ate another bite of food.

Natasha beamed at hearing the attempts to say her chosen title and felt a hand squeeze her thigh. She turned slightly to see Wanda give her an encouraging smile. After giving a playful wink, she focused her attention back on the toddler in front of her.

“Daddy loves you so much, sweetheart.”

[lilcatdraws]

hey can i pls request ledger joker getting angry and possessive w reader for having a quick and meaningless interaction w one of his goons? thank u

Nobody Messes With My Girl

Ledger!Joker x Fem!Reader

Warnings: Violence, murder, just J things

Summary: One of J’s goons tries to make a move on you, he finds out, and things do not go well

Author’s Note: Hi anon! Oooh I like this idea! Sorry it took me so long to answer. I didn’t forget I promise. I hope I did this right. I’m not the greatest at writing a dark J. Also, I know you didn’t ask for a fem reader but I forgot to mention when I first started writing these that I write with a fem reader in mind. Two of my writings I left as a neutral reader but the rest I updated to fem. Anyways as always, enjoy!

Taglist: @alittlesmartcookie

It was just a meaningless and actually somewhat weird conversation. Creepy men talked to you all the time. It was a sad fact of life. You thought nothing of it. But apparently J did. 

As you opened your apartment door, you walked inside and shut the door behind you. Just as you turned around, J was towering over you and he did not look happy.

“J? Are you okay? What’s wrong?” 

Before you could continue, you were silenced by J’s hand clamped over your mouth and his other hand holding your throat.

“Think you can fool me? I’m not stupid, y/n!” 

By now you were in tears. You pushed him away. 

“What the hell are you talking about?” You shouted.

J rolled his eyes. “Oh don’t play dumb. I have eyes everywhere. I saw you flirting with one of my men.”

“What? Flirting? J, what are you talking about?” 

J just looked at you dumbfounded. Maybe you genuinely didn’t know.

“Earlier today when you went out for some errands, you passed one of my men who was keeping watch over this place. You were talking to him for a long time. I saw it on the security footage.” 

“Ohhhh. That guy. You thought I was flirting? Eww no! If anything he was flirting with me. He started talking first. It really made me uncomfortable. Honest.”  

J relaxed a bit. “Oh. Sorry bunny.” 

He kissed your cheek apologetically but you could still see the fiery anger in his dark eyes. He said nothing else about the encounter and you guessed the matter was over. Boy were you wrong.

The next day

It was late at night and J had not come home yet. You were sitting in the living room doing some online shopping on your computer. You nearly jumped out of your skin when J burst through the door, dragging a bloody and rather distressed looking man behind him. You recognized him as the man from yesterday.

Oh no.

“J! What are you doing?!” You shouted.

“Settle down bunny. I’m just trying to prove a point.” J told you.

You didn’t like how calm he was. One of his henchmen was literally bleeding out on your living room floor. 

“C’mere.” J called you over.

You reluctantly obeyed. J leaned down in the man’s face. 

“Now, listen here, uh, Joey, is it?”

“Y-Yes.” The man stammered.

“Joey, this beautiful woman here is mine. You know that. That’s why you were tasked to guard this place. Yesterday you talked to her rather, uh, flirtatiously and made her very uneasy.”

“I didn’t say two words to her!” Joey shouted.

You could see the sheer terror in his eyes. He knew despite his boss’ calm demeanor he was furious and was most likely going to kill him. J kicked him in his wounded side. The man screamed and clutched the wound.

“Don’t lie to me, Joey. You are well aware that I have eyes everywhere.” J shouted.

“Please J. Please don’t kill me. I’m sorry. It won’t happen again. I swear it.” Joey sobbed.

“Oh I know it won’t. You my friend are going to be made an example of. Nobody messes with my girl and lives.” 

J pulled out a pistol from his pocket. You shut your eyes closed and covered your ears, burying your face into J’s chest. You heard the muffled shot ring out and looked up. The henchman’s dead body was sprawled out on the floor. You prayed no one else in the building heard the noise.

“J! Why?!” You demanded.

“Relax, bunny. It had to be done. I didn’t like him anyway.” 

“Why did you do it here? In front of me! You could’ve done it at the hideout!” 

“I wanted ya to see. I thought he grossed ya out.”

You put a hand to your forehead and sighed. “I did not want to see this. And yeah, he did but you didn’t have to murder him in my living room! Look, you got blood on the couch! What are you even gonna do with the body?” 

Joker laughed. “Calm down, doll. I’ve got that covered and I’ll clean up. I’m gonna bring him back to the hideout and put him on display for everybody to see. Nobody’s gonna mess with you again.” 

You felt sick to your stomach. “That’s…great.”

Just as J had said, he took the body to the hideout and showed it off at his next meeting. The other henchmen got the message. You were completely off limits. They were not to even talk to you. Unless J gave them permission which would probably hardly ever happen. 

This whole ordeal made you realize that you had to be more careful. J was a very jealous man. You would never ever cheat on him but even simple conversations with other men was enough to set him off. You appreciated how protective he was towards you but sometimes it became too much.

Late night murder in your living room was far too extreme.

[dudduk4992]

A beached surfer, part 1

Caleb sighed, looking out onto the beach. It was a perfect day, with not a cloud in the sky, the brilliant yellow sand was teeming with people, talking, sunbaking, playing volleyball, building sandcastles, and splashing in the water. Everywhere he looked, he saw people enjoying the sun.

The hotel next door teamed with tourists, just like it seemed to do every summer when Caleb’s dad sent him here to work at his uncle’s restaurant, “The Seaside Crab”  where Caleb worked during his summers instead of enjoying it like everyone else. It always seemed worse to think about, but when he got there it wasn’t so bad, especially since his uncle actually paid him properly now, and with all the tourism they were reeling in, Caleb could only imagine what his bank account would be looking like. Caleb sighed again,

"Caleb! Stop mucking about and clear some tables!" Caleb heard his big sailor-looking uncle yell from within the confines of the kitchen at the front of the restaurant. Caleb gulped and quickly zoomed around the restaurant, clearing tables one at a time.

As Caleb cleaned up another table, stacking the dishes and wiping at the stains on the table, he resumed his daydreaming position at the large wooden bar, adjacent to a long, tall wall lined with glass windows. As he stared even longer, his eyes stayed in the same position, looking out the window despite hearing the front of the cafe's door jingle.

A shadow shunted his daydreaming; he noticed a tall, blonde, wide figure standing at the bar in his peripheral vision. It took Caleb a moment or two to realise that the stranger was waiting for him. "Could I get an iced tea, two lemons please?" Caleb heard the hunky surfer say in his deep voice. It was none other than the legendary Kanen Ariki. A local legend around Marina Beach. He was the only surfer to catch some huge waves, not to mention his insane popularity. When he wasn’t surfing or partying, he worked as a lifeguard at the beach.

Kanen was Polynesian and only 21, two years older than Caleb- and was fully ripped. Big, buff and covered head to toe in muscle, he had a massive chest with huge, meaty pecs and pink cherry-sized nipples, his thighs and calves enormous, and his abs well defined. His face was wide and handsome with a strong jawline, his eyes bright brown with a cut through his left eyebrow. He had various rings in both ears, as well as a double piercing through his right eyebrow and belly button.

His hair was cut in short curtains and dyed blonde while the roots remained black. The hunk also had some impressive Polynesian tattoos; several bands around his right arm, wrist and leg, as well as some triangles, reaching up to the bottom of his belly button. He wore a blue faded singlet, black board shorts and no shoes.

"I- uh, ohhhh..." Caleb Stuttered, gazing in awe at the surfer, he completely forgot what he was doing as he watched Kanen take a table number and sit down.... right next to where Caleb was cleaning. Was this really happening!? Caleb couldn't believe it!

"Hey man, not to rush you, but my stomach’s telling me it’s time to eat," Kanen said with a laugh, noticing that Caleb was stuck daydreaming for almost ten minutes.

"Oh! sorry!" Caleb yelped. "What can I get you today? we have some specials on, if you’re interested, I can show you what they are..." Caleb trailed off, gazing at the blond hunk's breathtaking abs.

"Uh yeah, I'll just get a club sandwich, extra meat, extra cheese, and double side pickle, please. And two iced teas while you're at it" Kanen says with a wink, his voice filled with that deep swagger many surfers carried.

“Right... right, is there anything else?” Caleb murmured.

“Nope! You’re good to go…” Kanen squinted at Caleb’s name tag. “Caleb.” Kanen looked up with a grin. “Nice to meet you, Caleb.” It took Caleb everything he had not to melt at the surfer hunk’s words.

“That… that should be ready soon sir.” Caleb piped, turning and hurrying over to the counter. As he did, he quickly scribbled the order on a piece of paper. However, what Caleb didn’t realize was that he had scribbled Kanen's order underneath a previous order that had come and gone, a family meal in fact. Caleb blindly handed his uncle the order without noticing and went back to clearing tables and taking more orders, sneaking glancing at Kanen when he could. Ten minutes passed as Caleb continued to work, occasionally glancing up at Kanen while he did.

Caleb eventually began to zone back into his work, prioritizing his tasks, rather than gazing at Kanen. Caleb was in the middle of clearing a recently emptied table when he heard someone approach him from behind. He turned around and found himself staring at Kanen, who stood there with a smile on his face.

"Hey there again." Kanen greeted him. "Sorry to bother you, Caleb- but I was just wondering if you knew when my food would be ready? It’s been nearly fifteen minutes." Kanen said with an innocent smile.

Caleb felt his eyes widen. He hadn't realized how much time had passed since he took Kanen's order. "Oh- uh, lemme go check for you." Caleb said quickly as he rushed off to the counter, where his uncle was busy cooking.

"Hey, Uncle Finn!" Caleb gasped. "A customer asked when his food would be out, he's been waiting for fifteen minutes."

"Well, I sure as hell won't be able to figure out his meal if you don't tell me what it is!" Uncle Finn grunted back as he chopped the head off a fish.

"Uhh... '1 club sandwich, double pickle and extra everything' plus two ice teas... For Kanen Ariki." Caleb said aloud, feeling a little embarrassed by the situation.

Uncle Finn glanced across the orders above his head and frowned. "Son, I dunno what you did wrong but I don't have that order here." He muttered. "I DO have an order for one Kanen Ariki, and it does have that sandwich and those ice teas, but there's more than what you said."

Before Caleb could say a word, his uncle placed a full tray on the bench, and it was indeed not what Kanen had ordered; 2 extra large burgers and sides of chips, a large panini, a regular garden salad, A T-bone steak, 2 plates of fish and chips, A regular lasagna, a basket of garlic bread- and of course, the two ice teas and the club sandwich to top it all off.

"Oh Caleb..." Uncle Finn leaned on the counter and covered his eyes. "How did you mess this up." he looked up with a tired smile. "You truly are one of a kind, lad."

Caleb felt himself grow pale as he realized he had messed up.

"I- I'm so sorry..." Caleb murmured, and the boy felt his face go from pale to beet red.

Uncle Finn chuckled and placed a hand over his shoulder. "Don't worry about it kid. I know you'll do better next time, you always do. Just apologize and tell the guy there was a mixup and give him the things he ordered- bring the rest back to me so I can bin it."

Caleb nodded silently and took the tray of food, turning on one heel and quickly made his way across the restaurant. As he approached Kanen's table, he found Kanen smiling at him, but his smile quickly turned to confusion as Caleb set the tray down on the table.

"Hey bro... I didn't order all of this?" he said, confused.

"No you didn't." Caleb confirmed, avoiding eye contact. "I- uh… there was a mixup in the kitchen... and your order got put down with a previous order- but here."

Caleb picked up the plate with the gigantic club sandwich on top. Uncle Finn had used an entire loaf of bread, sliced through the half, and put all of the fixings inside to create the biggest sandwich both Caleb and Kanen had ever seen in their lives.

"W-woah dude... I said club sandwich, not a surfboard panini!" Kanen practically yelped, grinning from ear to ear. "Guess I'm getting my money's worth!" The tanned surfer laughed, a hand resting on his exposed belly. "Seriously dude... thanks for this... you're awesome!" He said. "But I wanted to ask, what's gonna happen to all of this?"

"Uh, I'll probably have to dump it." Caleb replied. "I can't give it to other customers who ordered the same thing. Health code, you know?"

Kanen looked down at the food with a frown. "You can't throw this all away. There's enough food here for a whole family..." he said, gesturing with his hands at the large amount of food in front of him.

"I know." Caleb felt awful, but he really didn't know what else could be done.

"Here, just leave it with me and I'll eat as much of it as I can." Kanen replied with a shrug.

Caleb blinked. "What?"

"It's either that or the garbage disposal, and I hate it when good food is wasted." Kanen grinned. "So yeah, leave it with me."

"Uh... okay, are you sure?" Caleb murmured, placing it all on the table, including the drinks, before picking the empty tray up.

"Yeah man, no worries, I'll see how much I can polish off. Thanks again!" Kanen smiled.

Caleb nodded and left it at that and hurried back to his uncle to give him the tray. When he got to the counter, Uncle Finn was watching Kanen closely. "So he decided to keep all that food huh? Better than chucking it in the bin I say." Uncle Finn said with a chuckle. "He's got one big ass feed ahead of him!"

"Uhh yeah..." Caleb murmured, still blushing as he glanced back to the surfer boy and his massive meal.

***

Kanen wasn't sure if he would even be able to eat this much food. Here, he had arrived for a simple sandwich, and now he had a family-sized feast on top of that. Kanen worked on his original order first, drilling through the club sandwich at a steady pace. The mix of meat, cheese, pickle and lettuce made an explosion of flavour in his mouth as the young stud savoured every bite of the huge sandwich. He ate slowly, enjoying each and every morsel. As he neared the end of his sandwich, Kanen noted that he felt full, his stomach holding its regular curve after a simple meal like this- but his meal was far from over.

"Wow, that was amazing..." Kanen murmured to himself as he took a long sip from his first iced tea, before sighing and wiping his mouth with a napkin. He already felt kinda stuffed though, he thought looking down at his bulging gut.

But there was no time to waste, the food was there, and it needed to be eaten. After he finished the sandwich, Kanen dug into his burger with gusto. The paddy was juicy and fresh, stuck to a slice of melted cheese and accompanied by fresh crisp lettuce, tangy sauce, onions, bacon and tomato. It tasted incredible as he ate it, savouring every bite. With one burger done, the second followed in no time at all. With both now in his steadily growing belly, the young stud took a moment to finish the rest of his first iced tea, sucking down the sweet peach juice like water after a run.

"*BUARRP!*" Kanen belched and blushed as two customers close by glanced at him, Kanen ran a hand over his developing stomach under his singlet, before working on his two sides of chips, each slice of fried potato cooked to perfection as he drowned them in tomato sauce and tore into them ravenously.

The young surfer felt like he could take on the world, his gut was slowly expanding and so full of good food that it felt like he had swallowed a small soccer ball. He had never eaten this much in one sitting before, but he had to admit that he felt great. His muscles were well-fed, and his mind was clear, he felt good, and he was ready to tackle anything that came his way.

With that thought in mind, Kanen worked on his last side of chips and began eating slowly as he watched the people around him. After a few minutes, Kanen moved on his panini. The crust was crisp and the fillings were warm and delicious. The beef was tender and the cheese gooey, the flavors mixing together perfectly. Even though he already felt overly stuffed, Kanen devoured the panini in only a few bites, pausing to take sips from his second iced tea until both the tea and panini were gone.

Kanen burped again, this time not feeling as embarrassed, largely because of how stuffed the surfer stud felt. His slightly bloated muscle gut had expanded substantially, stretching his singlet even further than before as his underbelly dug into the hem of his boardshorts. Kanen knew he wasn't going to be able to fit into his pants for a while.

Now Kanen sat there, stuffed to bursting, yet content. He stared at the remains of his meal; the salad, Steak, double order of fish and chips, basket of garlic bread, and large lasagna, and wondered if he should just leave it there. But he couldn't bring himself to do it. If he did, then he would feel guilty for wasting such a large amount of food, and besides- something about this whole situation he had ended up in felt... good?

In a way eating all this food made Kanen feel amazing. The very idea of pushing the limits of his stomach, even though he was stuffed to the brim made Kanen's body tingle, and the thought of how big his gut would become made him more excited. Kanen took a deep breath and made his decision, he was going to finish every last piece of this food, and then he was going to enjoy a good long rest.

Eager now, Kanen filled a glass of water and downed it in one gulp before he started with the garden salad and garlic bread; The salad was light and refreshing, while the Garlic bread was hot and gooey and crispy. By the time he was done, the surfer was sweating and moaning, his belly was distended so much that it now jutted off of his body a good few inches. He could feel it stretching his singlet further, his gut pushing against the fabric as it grew. it had even begun to slide up due to the great volume of his gut, revealing a slither of his hairless belly.

Steadily running out of steam, Kanen turned his attention to the large steak. Kanen cut the steak into bite sized pieces and began going to work; the meat was tender and juicy, he found after the first mouthful, the juices running down his chin and dropping onto the singlet straining itself around his enormous gut. The steak was served with a side of fries and salad, both of which the hunk was able to finish off with relative ease. Kanen pulled at his boardshorts, which were unbelievably tight now. Kanen burped again, feeling up his tank of a belly, enjoying the fullness and tightness it caused.

He had no doubt that many of the customers in the restaurant were staring at him, especially the ones who had been here since the start and had seen how much food he had consumed. After finishing off the Steak, Kanen felt his gut throbbing now, his abs and stomach muscles burning tight as his belly begged him to stop eating, and that only made him want to eat more.

Kanen realized that if he was gonna get through the remains of the food, he was gonna need more drinks. By some streak of luck, the waiter boy Caleb passed by to clear a table, although Kanen could see that Caleb was also using this opportunity to stare at the surfer's impressive belly.

"Hey... *URP* Caleb?" Kanen spoke up with a long breath.

Caleb turned right around to face him, his cheeks flushed red. Caleb couldn’t belive how huge he had grown!

"Y-Yeah?" Caleb asked nervously, his eyes darting between Kanen's bulging gut and the huge amount of food that was still piled on the table.

"Do you *HIC* think you could grab me two more of those *BUUARP* iced teas?" Kanen asked, resting his hands on his belly.

"Uh... yeah of course," Caleb replied, his voice shaking as he quickly walked over to the kitchen, returning five minutes later with two bottles of iced tea.

"Thanks," Kanen replied with a shy smile.

"No problem... just let me know if you need anything else," Caleb said,  his face growing redder by the second. "I- need to go clear more tables." Caleb rushed off and Kanen couldn't help but laugh to himself. The poor guy looked so flustered, but he didn't blame him. Kanen could only imagine what a sight his gut must be for everyone else.

The fish and chips were by far the hardest to eat, although the battered Cod and chips were crunchy and tasty, they were both dry, and Kanen found himself gulping down a whole iced tea between the two servings. As he polished off the seafood, Kanen felt his belly grow tighter and tighter, it was beginning to push against his waistband as his gut now took up a good portion of his lap. It seemed like he might have to pull down his board shorts if it continued to get any larger.

Kanen had to stop himself from laughing as he marveled at how big his stomach had gotten, he had never been this big before. "Holy shit..." Kanen muttered, looking down at his stomach, which groaned and growled as it struggled to digest the mass amount of food inside. After another glass of water to wash down his throat, the young surfer made his way to his final course, the lasagna.

As he cut into the lasagna, he was surprised to find that it was still warm; the cheese, mince, sauce and pasta sheets melting as he placed the first forkful into his mouth. Kanen had to stifle back a moan as he ate, the taste was incredible. Even though he felt on the brink of bursting point, Kanen devoured the dish with relish, watching his obscenely huge muscle gut creep forward a bit with each delicious, gooey mouthful.

Part of Kanen knew he had eaten past his limit, and yet somehow he was still pushing on, the engorged stud stuffing himself with every ounce of willpower he had. It felt like an eternity before the plate was empty, his gut bloated and stretched beyond its limits, the weight of his belly pressing on his thighs as he sat there. When he was done, Kanen felt like a new man. His belly was stretched to its maximum capacity, obscenely huge and distended, making him look 9 months pregnant. But Kanen was happy with the blissful fullness that came with eating so much food. The weight of everything he had eaten, the pressure in his gut, the strain of his abs and the heat of digestion made him feel so tired.

"Ahhhhhhh!" Kanen moaned loudly as he threw back his head and let loose another deep, manly belch, the sound echoing throughout the restaurant. He closed his eyes, trying to hold in the next one but failing miserably. "Bwuaaarrrp!" Another loud belch escaped the surfer's lips as he looked at the large stack of empty plates in front of him. Something about it made Kanen feel proud, like he was some sort of gluttonous beast who was being rewarded for his excesses.

And so, Kanen struggled to stand up from his seat, his belly was so heavy and his abs stretched to the absolute limit, his legs felt like jelly as it took the stud a moment to adjust to his newfound weight. His singlet had ridden up so much that it only encompassed half of his overgorged belly. Kanen felt all eyes on him as he swaggered over to the counter slowly, holding his gut in both hands like a newborn as he tried not to burp loudly again.

Up at the counter, Kanen found Caleb waiting; a look of complete awe on his face as he gazed upon the young surfer's huge stomach.

"I believe I... *HIC* have a *BUUARRPP* meal to pay for..." Kanen chuckled, patting his belly proudly.

"Oh my God," Caleb gasped. "I can't believe you ate all that." Caleb began to grin from ear to ear. "That was incredible man... I've never seen someone pack away that much food!"

"Thank you *BWARP* Caleb..." Kanen laughed slowly. "I think I've *HIC* had my fill..." Kanen chuckled, his stomach wobbling slightly as he let out another burp, handing the young waiter his credit card, but Caleb shook his head.

"It’s on the house man." Caleb smiled. "You earned it."

***

Kanen lay sprawled out on the hood of his car as he watched the late afternoon sun dwindle on the horizon, the sky turning orange as the evening approached. The young stud had one arm behind his head, and the other wrapped around his gargantuan gut, releasing satisfied burps as he sighed contently. He felt so full... so fucking full... but so good too. The tightness, the weight, the size of his belly all felt incredible.

Kanen let out a long sigh as he brought his hand from his swollen belly down to hard manhood, stroking himself idly as he basked in the glow of his accomplishment. This had been quite possibly the most fun he'd ever had in his life. Eating so much food had left him completely exhausted and drained, his muscles ached and his mind was fuzzy from all the food he had forced into his system, but despite all that, Kanen wanted to see what other places did with order mix-ups.

This summer was going to be fun with people like Caleb around.

[pentacass]

ohhhh boy this gave me lots of Thoughts and simply giffing it isn't gonna purge them from my system so. time to talk about my sith clown

A lot of Vestra's character is about wearing masks, spinning lies, whatever is needed to build her reputation as a Sith Lord who can't be slowed down, can't be stopped, can't be hurt in a way that means something. Her vanity plays a huge part in this, encouraging rumours and basking in praises/flattery that she weaves into an image of invulnerability.

Darth Avriss is the product of all this, and it turns into a nigh-impossible ideal that Ves has to live up to every day - something she is capable of, of course, but it also hurts her in turn. She is only mortal, despite the immortal's mantle she drapes over her shoulders. What sacrifices must one make to seem as a god?

By the time of the Alliance, Ves is pretty much burning out quickly, hanging by a very short thread. Post-Zakuul, she burns out completely and withdraws from the public eye to recuperate. No expectations, no reputation to live up to, self-inflicted or not. When she returns, she's a little better. Not carrying that baggage but still feeling the ghost of its weight on her shoulders, the gazes from others who only knew her as Darth Avriss.

Lana knows all of this, knows better than to bullshit her with empty reassurances or compliments. But she also knows Ves sometimes pushes all her strengths and achievements onto Avriss; onto the Sith, instead of accepting them as the woman who had become that Sith. Somehow believing herself to be magnificent and wretched as the same time; strong and broken, beautiful and repulsive.

So she makes Ves acknowledge praise for herself. Not Darth Avriss, but herself. Because who is Avriss, if not Vestra becoming who she needed to be to survive, to thrive? Even if Ves doesn't like all she had done as Avriss, the strength needed to be that Sith was herculean. In fact, it took everything she had - and to make it look like nothing, easy as breathing, is only testament to her grace and willpower.

And Lana will hammer that fact into Vestra's skull with a comically oversized mallet until it takes.

(also blahblah, ves needing to let go of perfectionism and stop seeing mistakes and flaws as an indictment of her abilities and self-worth, but mygod this is long enough as it is. holy shit.)

[clarepreed]

Save Her

Story Content and Summary - 7,032 words. A group of guys must save their friend Kendall using S-CPR. Explicit sex, sudden cardiac arrest, agonal breathing, on-site resuscitation, sexual intercourse with a person who cannot consent.

Recommended reading: Experimental and Sexual Healing

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Steven

Does she know I can hear her?

Steven rolled onto his back and rubbed the heels of his hands into his eyes. Through the wall, he could hear Kendall moaning. An obvious kind of moaning, the sort that was making Steven physically uncomfortable.

Didn’t she say she’s supposed to be avoiding exercise until she talks to a cardiologist?

He was pretty sure she’d mentioned having heart palpitations and chest pains, and that she hadn’t been able to run while she waited for her appointment. Their trip was supposedly okay, just nothing rigorous.

Another moan rose from the next room.

Kendall is my friend. My FRIEND.

He was the only one in the group sharing a wall with her; they also shared a bathroom, though he offered to share with one of the other guys. Other than girlfriends, Kendall was the only female member of their group, friends since college. There had originally been more female friends, but they’d all dated within the group and then broken up and left. Kendall had never dated any of them.

Steven himself might have dated her if she’d ever shown interest. But since she hadn’t, and he liked her company, he was her friend. Most of the time, he felt about her the same way he felt about the guys.

Until just now.

“Ah ah ah!” he heard through the wall.

“Jesus,” he muttered. He had a full-on erection now. 

“Steven…”

Wait, what?

No fucking way she said that, dude. You’re delusional. But he was already out of bed, his hard-on tenting his boxers. He cut through the bathroom and stood at the adjoining door, horny and uncertain.

“Ohhhh… Uh huh…”

Everyone’s going to hear her. What is she doing?

“Steven…”

Okay, that’s it.

Steven turned the doorknob and opened the door about an inch. “Kendall?”

“Steven,” she panted in the dark. “I know I shouldn’t have disturbed you…”

“You’re about to disturb the whole building. But, uh… I don’t mind.” He slipped into her room, his eyes searching out the bed.

Kendall clicked on a lamp, and his cock twitched.

“Holy fuck, Kendall…” Steven took several steps toward her. She was completely naked, as gorgeous as he’d expected, her legs spread and her hand between her thighs.

“I’m so horny,” she moaned. “I know this seems like the plot of a porn video, but… I’ve been thinking of you a lot, and you’re so goddamn hot…”

“I’m not awake right now. Right?” He considered pinching himself.

“Come closer and I will make sure you know how awake you are.” She beckoned to him. “Listen. I’m on the pill. I take it on time every day. I don’t have any STIs…”

“Me neither, Kendall, but, um….” He sat beside her on the bed and laid his hand on her thigh. Her skin felt warm and smooth under his hand, and he couldn’t help but stroke it, feeling the muscle beneath the curves. “Are you sure?”

“Steven.” She hadn’t stopped touching herself, her fingertips making rapid circles around her clit and her hips gently undulating. “I can finish myself, but I’d rather you be involved.”

Steven did not have to be told again. He stood long enough to strip off his boxers, then sat down on the bed, leaning down to kiss her. Her lips were full and supple, and kissing her was just like he’d imagined. He pulled back and murmured: “I’ve wanted to do this….”

“I thought you did,” she whispered. She reached out and wrapped her hand around his cock. “Touch me.”

Steven grunted at her touch, then reached for her, his hands covering her breasts. He felt her nipples against his palms, then ran his hands down to her stomach. When he bent and took one of her nipples in his mouth, she moaned loudly, arching her back. He slid one of his hands lower, his fingers finding her slit and running through the wetness there.

His mind whirled. He could think of a million things he wanted to do to her, but she was soaking wet and he was hard as a rock. He slid his middle finger inside of her, grinding the heel of his hand against her clit.

Steven did not know she’d be so expressive, listening as she moaned even louder and watching as her hips bucked against him. She had a neatly trimmed triangle of hair just above her opening, dark like the glossy hair on her head. Kendall bit her lip, spreading her legs wider.

“Kendall…” He added a second finger and pumped them in and out. Her hands stilled on his cock, her own pleasure overwhelming her. Her breasts thrust up as she arched her back.

“Steven,” she gasped. “I want you inside me!”

Steven leaned down to kiss her, capturing her hot mouth with his. He removed his fingers, shifting his body over hers. She guided his cock to her slit and drew up her knees.

When he came up for air, she gasped: “Fuck me, hard!”

If this is a dream, I hope I don’t wake up.

Steven thrust all the way inside of her, and her body went rigid.

“OH!”

“Fuck, Kendall!” She enveloped him, warm and wet and deep. He started pumping in and out, rocking her body with each thrust. Kendall looked up at him with her large, dark eyes and slipped two fingers into her mouth, sucking on them as she met his gaze. Her other hand slipped between them, seeking her clit.

He gripped her legs behind her knees and pushed them back, slamming his hips into her over and over again. Kendall moved her hands to her breasts, then her chest. She drew a ragged, wheezing breath and grimaced in pain. Steven slowed his pace and then stopped.

“Are you okay?” he asked. “Am I hurting you?”

“Don’t stop!” She left one hand on her chest and reached down for her clit with the other. “Don’t you… fucking… stop!”

She sounded short of breath, but after a few more seconds of uncertainty, Steven moved his hips again. He’d thrusted into her several times when she suddenly squeezed her eyes shut and let out a pained grunt.

Steven stopped again. “Seriously, am I hurting you?”

She pressed both hands to her chest and arched her back. As he watched, the color drained from her face.

Steven withdrew and released her legs. They flopped to the bed, then tensed up. He suddenly thought of her cardiology appointment. “Kendall. Kendall, is it your heart?”

Her eyes popped open and stared up at him, huge and disoriented. She took a series of panting breaths, and then her eyes skated away from his face, her gaze settling in the corner of the room. Her hands curled and pulled back from her chest, and she made an odd snoring sound.

“Kendall? Kendall!” Steven patted her face, then reached for one of her hands. She was silent for a long moment, then made another snoring sound.

Shit. His cock softened.

“Kendall? Fuck, we need help in here… I’m going to get Jared, he’ll know what to do!” Their friend Jared was a paramedic and had been helpful in the past. Usually when someone in the group injured themselves doing something stupid. But he would know what to do.

Steven shook Kendall’s arm. She didn’t seem to know he was there anymore, just making the occasional gasp or snore. “I’ll be right back! You’re going to be okay!” Steven let her go, watching as her arm spasmed and then reached clumsily up into the air.

“Fuck!” Climbing off of her, he jumped down from the bed and ran for the door to the hallway. This one was locked, unlike the connecting bathroom door. He fumbled with it for a few seconds, then flipped the lock and jerked the door open. He ran out into the hall, forgetting he was completely naked, and sprinted for Jared’s bedroom.

“JARED!” Steven pounded on the door with his fist, then thought to try the knob. It turned, and he burst into the room and reached for the light switch. “JARED!”

The other man sat up in bed, a hand raking down his face as he squinted in the light from the overhead fixture. “What the—Steven? Dude, you don’t have on any pants.”

“It’s Kendall!”

Jared threw back the covers and swung his legs over the side of the bed. Unlike Steven, he had on pants. “What’s wrong?” He stood, still looking groggy but seeming to understand the unknown situation was serious.

“She’s… she’s not breathing right. And I’m not sure she’s conscious…”

“Where?” Jared pushed past Steven and strode into the hall.

“Her room—”

“What’s going on?” Zeke, one of their other friends, stood in his bedroom doorway. 

He was sharing a room with twin beds with Charles, who called out: “The fuck, guys?”

Steven ignored them, jogging after Jared. Kendall was where he’d left her; naked on the bed, legs spread, eyes staring at nothing. Steven reached over to flip on the overhead light.

“Kendall!” Jared’s voice was loud as he put one knee on the bed next to her. “Can you hear me?”

She made that strange sound again, and one of her arms stiffened and twisted. Jared pressed two of his fingers into her neck. Zeke and Charles crowded in behind Steven.

“What were you doing, Steven?” Charles asked. “Were you two fu—”

“She doesn’t have a pulse!” Jared snapped. “Steven, help me get her on the floor!”

Jared slid his arms beneath Kendall’s shoulders and her right knee, hauling her toward the edge of the bed. Her left leg dragged, and Steven darted forward, helping him lower her to the floor. 

Immediately, Jared leaned over Kendall, clasping his hands together and pressing them between her breasts. Steven crouched at her other side, watching in shock as Jared rolled his shoulders over his hands and pushed hard, forcing Kendall’s breastbone down.

“ZEKE!” Jared bellowed. “Call 9-1-1, NOW! CHARLES, you need to go down to the lobby. They have an AED and an S-CPR kit. I need both NOW!”

“I’ll get my phone!” Zeke exclaimed, disappearing down the hall. After a few seconds of hesitation, Charles ran out in the opposite direction.

Jared was pumping Kendall’s chest, making her ribcage collapsed and recoil at a rapid rate. Her head tipped to the side, eyes staring at Steven’s knees. Every time Jared thrust his hands into her breastbone, her shoulders shrugged and her stomach popped up. Little huffs of air escaped her lips. 

Jared counted under his breath, and Steven heard him say “Thirty!” and then he stopped chest compressions and reached over to tip Kendall’s head back. He pinched her nose and then pressed his mouth to hers, his cheeks bulging. Hers rounded, and then her chest expanded. He did this again in rapid succession before moving back to her chest.

“Hi, uh yeah, I’m at…” Zeke was back in the room, eyes wide and his phone pressed to his ear.

“Next time I hit thirty, Steven,” Jared said, his shoulders bobbing, “you’re going to give her breaths. Fourteen, fifteen, sixteen, seventeen…” 

“Um, sure. Yes!” Steven moved from a crouch to his knees, his hands resting on his thighs. “What’s an S-CPR kit?”

“Oh my God!” The last person staying with them was Alain, known for being able to sleep through almost anything. He walked into the room. “What happened? Why is everyone naked?”

“Everyone’s not naked!” Steven protested.

“Thirty! Make sure her chin is back, her airway has to be open. Close her nose and seal your mouth over hers…” Jared was speaking quickly, watching as Steven complied. “Pinch her nose, and—You’ve got it! Good!”

Her mouth still felt warm, but her lips were slack. He blew into her, surprised by how easily she accepted his breath. Her chest rose.

Jared resumed chest compressions. Kendall’s arms contorted again, raising up off the floor and bumping against Jared’s arms.

“Jared, she’s moving—”

“That happens sometimes! Ten, eleven, twelve, thirteen, fourteen…”

“How can I help?” Alain asked.

“My friend is a paramedic, he said she doesn’t have a pulse. He’s doing CPR now and he sent my other friend for an AED and an S-CPR kit.” Still on the phone, Zeke walked over and sat on the edge of the bed as Steven leaned over to give Kendall more breaths. 

Steven tried not to look at her open eyes as he bent over her. 

“Just hold her head there while I give chest compressions,” Jared said, pressing his fingers into her neck again. “It will be faster! Alain, in two more cycles I will have you take over chest compressions.”

“The guy on the phone wants to confirm that she stopped breathing during or immediately after sexual activity,” Zeke said.

Jared resumed chest compressions.

“Yes,” Steven said, his eyes on Kendall’s bare chest. He’d noticed a red mark there before Jared’s hands covered it. Her breasts were wobbling each time he shoved her sternum down. “Yes, um… I was, er, we were having sex.”

“…ten, eleven, twelve, thirteen…” 

Her nipples were still erect. They were dark, with large areolas. Every time Jared pumped her chest, the soft globes wobbled. Steven felt weird about noticing, then decided it was impossible not to notice.

“…twenty-eight, twenty-nine, thirty! Breathe!”

Steven exhaled forcefully into her.

“Not so hard, you just need her chest to rise.” Jared nodded. “Again!”

The second breath lifted her chest, and then Steven broke the seal and watched it fall.

“One, two, three… there’s room next to Steven, Alain… six, seven, eight, nine, ten…” Each compression made Kendall exhale a short huff of air.

Alain kneeled next to Steven. “Come on, Kendall…”

Her feet rocked gently with each compression. Steven realized she hadn’t moved again. Her arms were limp, her entire body senseless. He held her head in place, but could feel the force of Jared’s compressions trying to make her head wobble.

“Thirty!”

Steven quickly pressed his mouth to hers, his eyes to the side to make sure he breathed for her properly.

“Alain, do exactly as I was doing,” Jared said. “Hands together, shoulders over hands. Push down two inches. I will help you with the pacing.” 

Steven scooted around as Alain started chest compressions, moving next to Jared to give Alain more room. 

“Count with me,” Jared instructed. “One, two, three—Deeper! You’re pumping her blood for her, moving oxygen through her body and into her brain. Come all the way up each time! GOOD!”

Steven was gentle with her as he brushed hair from her face and tipped her head back. “Jared… her eyes are open…”

“I know it looks bad, but try to ignore it, Okay?” Jared reached out to pull Alain’s shoulders forward, then said: “Thirty! Breathe, Steven!”

He thought her skin felt cooler when he covered her mouth with his. Guilt was seeping in now that the initial shock was fading. I knew she wasn’t supposed to have sex. I should have said ‘No’ no matter what…

“He says EMS is on the way and should be downstairs in ten minutes.” Zeke blew out a rush of air. “No, sir, I understand. I will stay on the line. No, no change yet.”

“One, two, three, four…” Alain seemed to have gotten the hang of the maneuver. His face was determined, his eyes on Kendall’s face. “…five, six, seven, eight, nine…”

Jared pressed his fingers into Kendall’s wrist and the crease where Kendall’s thigh met her pelvis. He held them there for about ten seconds, then said. “She’s perfusing. That’s good.”

“…sixteen, seventeen, eighteen…”

The door to the unit slammed, and Steven heard loud footsteps approaching the bedroom. Charles burst into the room, carrying a red case and a small black bag. He was breathing hard as he shoved both toward Jared.

“Front desk… called 9-1-1…too,” he said, staggering back and dropping to the floor by the door. “Fuck… do we know what happened?”

“…twenty-eight, twenty-nine, thirty!”

Steven thumbed her chin, trying to keep her mouth open as he sealed his lips over hers. Breathing into her wasn’t difficult, but he was terrified of doing it wrong and killing her. 

You already killed her with your dick, you piece of shit.

“Zeke, put the operator on speaker phone and push the bed back against the other wall. We need more room.” Jared had unzipped the AED and dumped out the items that came with it: multiple white packets, a small towel, and a set of shears. He shoved the last two to the side. “When I tell you, Zeke, you’re going to take over chest compressions. Charles, come here and open this bag and tell me what’s in it!’

“One, two, three, four…”

“Apply pads and plug in the connector!”

Jared ripped open one packet and dumped out two white pads attached to leads. He worked quickly, ripping the paper backing off one and adhering it to Kendall’s chest, just beneath her right collarbone. He rubbed it with his hand, making sure it adhered. Charles emptied the black bag as Jared applied the second pad beneath Kendall’s left breast and to the side.

“…ten, eleven, twelve…”

“Three Epi-Pens? No, something that looks like an Epi-Pen…” Charles said uncertainly. “A… silicone wang, some condoms… gloves… lube… What the fuck is this?!”

“Plug in the connector!” The robotic AED voice commanded.

Jared plugged in the leads and said: “Back up, don’t touch her, stop compressions!”

Steven lifted his hands and scooted back, as did Alain.

“Sexual CPR,” Zeke said. “I saw it on the news. One of us has to fuck her!”

“WHAT?!” Charles exclaimed, lurching backward.

“No shock advised!”

“FUCK!” Jared snarled. “Charles, hand me one of those pens. Steven, breathe! Zeke, swap in for Alain!”

Steven gave Kendall another pair of breaths, his exhaled air rushing back into his face.

“These aren’t Epi-Pens,” Jared said, glancing at the label to make sure. “It’s a medicine that helps with this kind of CPR. Good job, Zeke. Count out loud!”

Zeke’s big hands dwarfed Kendall’s chest. Steven watched her ribcage as it seemed to flatten. Her stomach rippled and bulged, and after a few seconds he heard a crackling noise.

“Don’t stop chest compressions!” Jared ordered. “Ignore the noises!”

Jared opened the injector case and dumped it into his palm. He threw the cap and the case over his shoulder and then stabbed Kendall in the leg with the injector. As he held it in place, he said. “Steven, are you willing to give her genital stimulation while we resuscitate her?”

“…fifteen, sixteen, seventeen…”

“I…”

“You were doing it just a minute ago, dude!” Charles said, his face red and his voice cracking. “Better you than one of us! I don’t see how this is legal…”

Jared reached down and spread Kendall’s legs. “Skin-on-skin is proven to be more successful, but there’s PPE in this kit…”

Then, to Steven’s surprise, Jared cupped Kendall’s sex. 

“Doesn’t feel like you need lube. I can do it, but it’s better if I help with the rest of this…” Jared ran his fingers up to her clit and started massaging. “I’ve given her the medication. It’s time to start the stimulation part.”

“…twenty-nine, thirty!” Zeke called out.

Alain suddenly shouldered Steven to the side and pinched Kendall’s nose, leaning close to breathe for her. Her chest rose, and Steven stared at the way her neck looked long and vulnerable, and how full her breasts were as they rose and fell. His eyes traveled down her body to her navel, then between her thighs. Jared leaned over her pelvis, the fingers of his left hand rubbing her clit while he slipped two fingers of his right hand inside of her and started pumping in and out of her. Jared was right; Steven could hear how wet she was from the squelching sound his fingers made.

“If you need to get yourself ready, do it now,” Jared said. “We’re trying to get her off. Multiple times if needed. The medicine I gave her and the sexual stimulation increase a certain hormone and may help her heart to beat. If we can get a rhythm, the AED can shock, she has a chance…”

“Oh my God!” Charles moaned. “This is so wrong!”

Pull your shit together, Steven thought. Jared needs to work the AED or do chest compressions. You can do this.

“Why don’t you just wait at the door, Charles,” Jared said, his eyes on Kendall. “Meet the ambulance crew and let them in.” 

“…nineteen, twenty, twenty-one, twenty-two, twenty-three…”

Steven reached for his cock, long since gone limp. He let himself drink in the sight of her. Breasts quaking. Zeke’s hands pumping a relentless rhythm. Her abdomen rippling and popping with each compression. In this new context, the resuscitation was… hot. Jared was working her hard with his fingers, thrusting in and out of her wet slit. Suddenly, he leaned over and replaced his fingers on her clit with his mouth.

“Unh…” An involuntary groan slipped out of Steven’s mouth. He was hardening. Alain was breathing for her again, and the two sets of mouths on her body were incredibly arousing. He stroked himself, trying to think about how wet she’d been when he was fucking her.

“One, two, three, four, five, six, seven…”

“I propped the door open,” Charles said from the doorway. “Just tell me what the hell you need me to do.”

Jared lifted his head, replacing his mouth with his fingers. “Are you willing to stimulate her nipples?”

“Sure!” Charles’ tone was jocular. “Why the fuck not! God dammit, we are all going to jail. Or Hell…”

Steven stood and hurried over to the bed, grabbing one of the pillows. Then he made his way down to Kendall’s feet. “Alright. I’m almost ready.”

He kneeled beside her. Jared sat up and helped lift Kendall’s ass off the floor so that Steven could slip the pillow beneath her. Steven grasped her legs behind her knees, lifting her thighs so that he could kneel close to her opening. He let her thighs rest on top of his, then grasped his dick. 

The scene in front of him was surreal. Zeke kneeled on one side, crushing her chest over and over again, making Kendall’s body jerk with each compression. Alain crouched close by her head, holding her airway open. Charles kneeled at her other side and reached around Zeke’s hands to pinch and roll her nipples. Jared reached in again, opening her wide. Her legs were spread, vulva and clit glistening with saliva and her own wetness.

Steven scooted forward several more inches and then guided himself inside of her.

He couldn’t tell a temperature difference down here. She enveloped him, warm and wet, and he stifled a moan. Jared moved his hand over to the side, feeling her pulse. Remembering his mission, Steven found her clit with his thumb, rubbing circles around the swelling nub.

“Steven, the AED will need to analyze soon and you’ll have to pull out. If it says ‘no shock advised,’ resume sexual stimulation immediately, okay? If it says anything but that, I will tell you what to do. Charles, you’ll do chest compressions next. Alain, you can stay on breaths and Zeke, you’ll be on her breasts.”

Almost as soon as Jared stopped speaking, the AED piped up. “Analyzing rhythm, do not touch patient! Analyzing rhythm, do not touch patient!”

Steven pulled out, an act requiring more discipline than he could have guessed that he had. He felt strange; turned on, worried, ashamed. “Please, Kendall,” he murmured. “Please don’t die. I can’t take it. Not after this…”

“No shock advised.”

Kendall

Kendall came into awareness suddenly, wrenched from the thoughtless dark. She was disoriented, paralyzed.

“Come on, we have to switch compressors fast!” Jared’s voice broke through her haze.

She registered her surroundings and sensations. She was staring bleary-eyed up at Alain. He leaned over and kissed her forehead, then her cheeks, then her lips.

WHAT?!

Her chest suddenly hurt, sharp and burning. It was being forcefully and repeatedly compressed, forcing air out of her lungs with a quiet huffing sound. Her heart seemed to be lifeless, beating only because someone was forcing her sternum down into it at a rapid pace. Her breasts wobbled with each compression, restrained only by the hands stimulating her nipples.

More hands; pinching and tugging on her nipples. Stroking her rippling stomach. Rubbing firm circles around and over her clit.

A hard cock pumping in and out of her. Her hips were propped up on a pillow, legs spread. At that angle, the dick was rubbing against her g-spot.

Charles was counting out loud, corresponding with the hands thrusting between her breasts. “…eighteen, nineteen, twenty…”

“Good idea, Alain. Give her breaths every thirty compressions, but kissing her could be helping.” Jared’s voice, loud and commanding.

Alain’s tongue plunged into her mouth, just as the cock inside of her thrust harder and faster.

“I’m going to go ahead and give her more medication,” Jared said. “Then I’m going to reach underneath and stimulate her anus.”

Oh. I don’t usually do that…

I don’t usually do whatever the fuck this is, either…

The pressure and pain in her chest suddenly stopped. Her heart was still. Alain pinched her nose and covered her mouth with his. She felt his breath rush into her, pushing out her cheeks and then pouring down her windpipe. Her lungs expanded and her chest rose. He broke the life-saving “kiss” and the air left her. Then he was giving her another breath.

A sharp pain in her thigh briefly distracted her, but then the chest compressions resumed.

Chest compressions. Rescue breaths. I’m… Did I die?

Then a fingertip pressed against her anus, and to her surprise, her vaginal muscles pulsated.

“I felt her!” Steven explained. “She just… she gripped me for a second!”

“Come on, Kendall,” Jared urged. “Come back to us! Give me something to work with!”

“Thirty!”

Two more breaths, sating the air hunger she was only just now recognizing. Then Alain kissed her deeply, his hands stroking her face.

“The ambulance is two minutes out!” a voice she didn’t recognize said.

The hand on her clit moved, and then hands were gripping her thighs, pushing her legs wider. The cock slammed into her, roughly massaging her walls.

“I’ll use my other hand,” Jared said, and immediately the friction on her clit resumed. The finger on her anus circled.

“I’m not gonna last,” she heard Steven groan.

“Alain can take over after you,” Jared said.

“I can?” Alain asked, sounding startled.

Jared continued. “After the next analysis, I’ll be on chest compressions, Zeke on breaths, Charles providing additional simulation.”

“…twenty-nine, thirty!”

As they forced breaths down her throat, she could feel that Steven was losing control. He thrust into her erratically. The finger on her anus slipped just inside, moving in and out incrementally. She could feel an orgasm building. She was becoming used to the chest compressions, or pain was becoming more distant. Her mouth, chest, nipples, heart, genitals, and rectum were all stimulated. She’d never felt anything like it. 

She couldn’t move, wanted badly to thrust her hips toward Steven. He gripped her thighs harder. The tension inside of her built and built, rising with each bump of his cock into her sweet spot.

Then she came, in an explosion of sensation and light. She couldn’t move voluntarily, but her muscles pulsated, contracting hard around Steven’s dick.

Steven abruptly pulled out, and she felt warm liquid splatter on her stomach. He let out a loud moan. “God! Fuck! She just came!”

“Analyzing rhythm! Do not touch patient! Analyzing rhythm! Do not touch patient!”

All the hands disappeared at once. 

No longer still, her heart quivered.

“Shock advised! Charging!”

Hands pressed to her sternum, pumping hard and fast. The hands shoved downward eleven times. She heard a harsh tone, and the voice said: “Press the shock button! Do not touch patient! Press the shock button!”

Jared shouted: “Nobody touch her!”

Steven

He scooted back, shaky and a little lightheaded. Jared pressed the flashing orange button on the AED, and Kendall’s torso gave a little jerk.

Jared had already started chest compressions by the time the device said: “Continue CPR for two minutes!”

Zeke slid around to take Alain’s place, who was now kneeling in the spot Steven had left, an uncertain and stunned expression on his face. Charles reached out to hold Kendall’s right breast in place, then leaned over to fasten his lips around her nipple. 

“Alain, what are you waiting for?!” Jared snapped. 

“Steven said she, ah, orgasmed, I didn’t know if…” he trailed off, turning bright red. He had a condom packet in hand, already torn open.

“We don’t stop!” Jared snarled.

“Okay! Shit! Okay….” Alain pulled his shorts down around his thighs, revealing his erect cock and crop of light-colored pubic hair. Then he rolled the condom on. In short order, he had assumed the exact position Steven had been in and was holding himself at her opening.

“…eighteen, nineteen, twenty—Do it!”

Alain grasped her thighs and thrust himself inside of her. Compressions continued, Jared’s professional thrusts forcing her ribcage down over and over again. Steven slid back in next to Kendall and reached for what he knew had to be a very sensitized clit. He rubbed it anyway, massaging her moisture into her skin.

“Her eyes are closed!” Zeke exclaimed.

“Paramedics!” a voice shouted from the living room.

“First bedroom!” Steven called out.

“…thirty!” Jared said. “Charles, you can stop and clear out. Need room for the medics!”

In short order, two male paramedics replaced Charles. One thanked Zeke and told him he could stop, that he would take over her breathing.

“I’m a paramedic,” Jared said, still performing chest compressions. “I can continue to assist. My name is Jared. She’s Kendall. She was having sex when she went into cardiac arrest. Two doses of the corsexamine-epinephrine auto-injector. One shock from the AED. One apparent orgasm.”

“I’m Ha-Joon, and this is Braden. Pause compressions for a pulse check, please.” Ha-Joon crouched next to Kendall, his fingers pressed into her neck. Jared reached for her wrist. Braden had assembled a mask and an oxygen canister and was giving her breaths. Then he sat the mask down and held a curved plastic piece against the side of Kendall’s face.

“No pulse,” Ha-Joon said. “I’m going to take over compressions. Jared, get her on the monitor. Who are the bystanders? One, two, three…”

“Steven and Alain. They understand they cannot touch her while the defibrillator is in use.” Jared reached in around Ha-Joon and peeled off the bystander AED pads, then opened the packaging on a set of larger pads. 

Braden leaned around and clipped a pulse oximeter to Kendall’s finger. Then he picked the mask up, opened her airway, and pressed the mask to her face. When Ha-Joon called out “thirty,” Braden gave her two breaths. Ha-Joon immediately resumed chest compressions.

Steven shifted uncomfortably, his legs protesting their cramped position. He distracted himself by re-focusing on Kendall’s prone form. He couldn’t see her face; Braden still had the mask pressed to it and her head tipped back. Ha-Joon’s gloved hands and the white defibrillator pads covered her skin, but he could still see her breasts shaking with each compression. Her abdomen popped above Steven’s hand on her clit, and when he looked further down, he could see Alain’s cock thrusting in and out of her, his hands pressing her thighs wide. 

An alarm sounded, and Ha-Joon briefly paused compressions. Braden squeezed the bag, making her chest rise. “That’s v-fib, charge to three-sixty. Braden, you’re on compressions and Jared, you’ll bag after the shock.” Ha-Joon had already resumed chest compressions before Jared could move.

“Alain and Steven!” Jared called out. “Don’t touch her! Charging…. charged, everyone clear!”

Ha-Joon raised his hands and Braden disconnected the bag, leaning back. Steven watched as Kendall’s torso gave a little jerk, her limbs flinching. Then everyone moved.

Alain grunted as he thrust himself inside of her, her breasts rocking. Then a new set of gloved hands reached in to press into the bruise forming between her breasts. Ha-Joon dug in a bag and then handed a small device to Steven. 

“It’s a vibrator,” the paramedic said, before reaching back into his kit. 

Steven found the button to turn it on and pressed it a few times, feeling the vibration pattern change and strengthen. Then he reached around and pressed it to Kendall’s clit. Alain let out a muffled curse and took a series of steadying breaths.

He heard Velcro and saw Jared wrapping a blood pressure cuff around her upper arm, while Ha-Joon established an IV in the other. Jared leaned around to look at the pulse oximeter. “Saturation at 93…”

“—fluid bolus, and I’m going to administer one milligram epinephrine. Then I’ll prepare an intracardiac dose of corsexamine,” Ha-Joon said. Steven glanced at Jared, uncertain what most of that meant, but Jared was busy. Steven swallowed hard and concentrated on using the vibrator, moving it in small circles around her clit.

“…twenty-eight, twenty-nine, thirty!”

“Sir, hold this with your other hand.” Ha-Joon handed Steven a saline bag, gesturing for him to hold it high.

Jared gave Kendall two breaths from the mask and then sat the bag down and reached for the stethoscope Ha-Joon handed him. Jared plugged stethoscope earpieces into his ears and pressed the bell into the inside of her elbow as he pumped the bulb. “Eighty over thirty.”

Ha-Joon cracked something small in his hands. “Pause sexual stimulation and compressions.”

Alain stopped moving, his cock still plunged deep inside of Kendall. Steven could hear him breathing hard.

As soon as Braden lifted his hands, Ha-Joon swabbed the area at the base of and just below her sternum and left breast. Then he picked up a syringe and palpated the area with his gloved fingers. Faster than Steven would have expected, he injected Kendall at an angle into what he assumed was her heart. Then he pulled back and said: “Continue compressions and thrusts. We analyze in thirty.”

Kendall

There was a plastic piece in her throat now, and an IV in her arm. The injection into her heart she barely felt after everything else that had happened to her. She felt lightheaded. Her eyes were closed now, so she was relying on touch and sound for information.

Chest compressions resumed, and Alain’s thick cock pumped in and out of her again. Someone was circling her clit with a small vibrator. 

“—oxygen—plummeting!” she heard Jared call out. His voice cut in and out. “—her airway—i-gel—”

“—pause—” 

Chest compressions and thrusts suddenly stopped, though the vibrator kept circling mercilessly. She could feel her own arousal oozing out of her around Alain’s cock.

“PEA—”

Chest compressions resumed, followed by Alain’s thrusts. He was making long and slow movements; the angle rubbing him along the front wall of her vagina. She wished she could meet his thrusts, grind her hips.

“Come on—have—Kendall! Please!” Steven’s voice broke through. She’d never heard any of her friends sound like this. Quiet, desperate. Even Jared, though he was trying to hold it together, she could hear the pain in his voice. 

“Two minutes—analyze—” a stranger’s voice said. She knew he’d identified himself earlier, but she couldn’t keep track of the new voices or their names.

“—six, seven—ten, eleven, twelve—”

A burning sensation in her useless heart distracted her. With each pump of her chest, the burning spread throughout her body, expanding and contracting. Every time hands pressing into her chest stopped, so did the progress of the burning. Oxygen flooded her lungs, and then she felt someone remove the plastic piece in her throat. Chest compressions resumed, and the burning pain made its progress through her veins and arteries. She assumed this was from the injection, wondered if anyone had ever told them that that shit hurt.

I guess it doesn’t matter.

If I don’t die, everything’s going to hurt for a while.

“Pause thrusts—compressions.”

Hands adjusted the tilt of her head, thrust her jaw forward. She felt something lubricated go into her mouth, then push past her epiglottis.

Five-dollar word. She couldn’t even gag.

Quickly, the foreign object met resistance. Her teeth settled on something new protruding between them. They taped the object to her face, and then her lungs swelled with two artificial breaths of oxygen.

“Continue—We’re one—”

Alain changed angle slightly, pulling her legs around his hips. Then he slid back inside of her easily. “I don’t know how—”

“Take this,” Steven said. Her hearing was returning, and she didn’t feel as lightheaded. She seemed to get more air now. One of Alain’s hands left her thighs, and she felt the vibrator press harder, moving up and down beneath and over the hood of her clitoris. Then she felt a finger pressing against her anus again, rubbing a steady circle.

Meanwhile, the chest compressions continued, forcing her heart to pump. The burning sensation had filled her entire body and was fading, letting her arousal build again. “…three, four, five, six, seven, eight, nine, ten! One, two, three, four…” Apparently whatever they’d done had allowed for continuous compressions, while she was given breaths regularly instead of every thirty chest compressions.

“Jared and Braden, you’ll switch after this analysis. Good compressions. How does her sat look?”

“90,” she heard Jared say. His voice sounded tight. 

“That’s much better. Ten seconds.”

“…two, three, four, five, six, seven, eight, nine, ten! One, two, three, four, five, six, seven, eight—”

“Stop compressions, analyzing rhythm… Dammit. No change. Swap out and continue—” Compressions had already resumed, followed by breaths. “Excellent swap. In one minute, I’ll give her epinephrine.”

“She can’t die,” Steven blurted. “Not after what we’ve just done to her… Jesus Christ, she can’t die—”

“Keep it together!” Jared barked. “One, two, three, four, five…”

“You’re doing a good job, Steven, Alain. Just keep going for now, please. We are all doing the best we can,” one paramedic said, his voice calm and steady.

The thrusting, the circling of the finger, and the movement and buzz of the vibrator were all doing their job. Despite the pain, despite her fear and confusion, she was swiftly building up to another orgasm. 

She’d figured out Steven must be the one rubbing and gently pressing on her anus. She pictured them, Steven naked beside her, Alain between her thighs. Jared’s strong hands pumping mercilessly into her chest. Two strange men monitoring her and controlling her breathing. She felt her heart quiver between pumps.

“…five, six, seven, eight, nine, ten.”

Whoosh. Her lungs inflated, then collapsed.

“One, two, three, four, five…”

“Administering one milligram of epinephrine. We analyze in a minute. After, I’m swapping with Jared.”

“…ten, one, two, three, four, five…”

The muscles inside of her tightened. She felt a tingling sensation start in her toes and run up her legs, gathering in her clit and deep inside. She heard Alain let out a semi-stifled moan of pleasure. 

The vibration pattern suddenly changed to a strong, insistent throbbing.

“…five, six, seven, eight, nine, ten…”

Whoosh.

She came hard, unable to move, the sensations concentrated between her thighs. Alain groaned again and gasped: “She’s coming!”

“Good,” one of the strangers said. “That’s good! Don’t stop!”

The vibration on her clit was too much. She couldn’t move away from it, or tell them to stop. Alain increased his pace. Her body released a flood of liquid and the darkness beneath her eyelids flashed white.

“Pause thrust and compressions!” a voice said, sounding like it came from the other end of a tunnel.

Her awareness was rapidly fading. 

“V-fib! Charging!”

The last sensations she had were of hands pumping her chest hard and fast.

Steven

Kendall’s body gave a little flinch, and Ha-Joon immediately bent over her and dug the heel of his hands into her bruises. His shoulders bobbed up and down. 

“One, two, three, four, five…”

“After analysis, Braden, switch with Ha-Joon,” Jared said. “It will be time for more epinephrine then, too.”

Steven studied Jared’s face for a moment. Sweat dripped from his forehead. He looked determined, but as soon as he stopped speaking, his mouth set into a grim line. Then Steven looked at Alain. Outside of porn he’d never watched another man come, but if he had to guess, Alain was finding it difficult to hang on. He had his eyes closed, brow furrowed, nostrils flared. His mouth was open, and his breath came harshly.

“Fuck,” he heard from behind him. He pulsed his finger over Kendall’s anus and made sure he kept the IV bag high as he looked quickly over his shoulder. Zeke stood in the doorway. “Is she dead?”

“I hope not,” Steven said. He turned to look back down at Kendall. The hand closest to him curled open, then closed. Simultaneously, Alain gasped and went rigid, his hips pressed against her. “She just moved! Her hand! Her hand moved!”

“Pulse check!” Ha-Joon called out, reaching for her other wrist. Braden pressed his fingers into her throat and Jared reached down to her groin crease.

“That machine isn’t making that alarm anymore!” Zeke exclaimed. “Charles! Come here!”

“Got a pulse!” Jared shouted. “Sinus rhythm on the monitor!”

“Oh my God,” Steven and Alain said, almost in sync. Steven took a deep breath and let it out with a sigh of relief. The room smelled like sex, sweat, and plastic.

“Miss? Kendall?” Braden asked. “She’s making some respiratory effort.”

Steven leaned forward to look at her face. She looked the same to him, her eyes closed and her features slack. But when he looked up at Jared, the other man nodded.

“We’ve got her back, Steven,” Jared said, his voice hoarse. “And if I have anything to do with it, we’ll keep her, okay?”

Steven nodded. Jared nodded back, swallowing hard.

“Good girl,” Alain murmured, his body still tangled with her lower half, his hand gently stroking her leg. “Good job, everyone. Keep beating your heart, Kendall.”

[m0thergoose]

SPOILERS FOR TOWL EPISODE FOUR PROCEED WTIH CAUTION FOR MY RUNNING COMMENTARY

OOO Michonne looks pissed I can’t wait

‘I can’t believe you did that’ ‘I can’t believe you said that’ - calling him out straight away good girl

OMG THE SCAR HE’S GONNA LOSE HIS MIND

Michonne/Danai is so beautiful

The way they’re looking at each other I’m going to die

Oh Michonne talk about Judith with him yeeeees

Calling him a creative writer, Michonne I’m gonna die

FOR YOUR CHILDREN OH MY GOD

SHE AINT LETTING HIM REST

HIS NAME IS RICK OH MY GOOOOOD

HES ALMOST 8 omg her heart is breaking because she hasn’t seen him in so long and he’s so big now, and Rick has missed so much

OHHHH MICHONNE ‘I don’t like who you are with them’ - me neither girl

‘They won a long time ago’ - oh Rick he is so broken

‘Do you think we can do anything? Because I do’ 🫶

What did they do to you? - oh Michonne man he’s so broken

‘Do you still love me’ awwww her broken wee voice I’m going to die

Omg they can go!!

Omg he said no

What the actual fuck

He is a broken man and Michonne is going to tear into him for this

He calls you the brave man 🥹

I could listen to Michonne talk about their kids all damn day

‘I found you but I didn’t’ 😢😢😢

Michonne call him out hahahahha, Rick is spewing some absolute bullshit

‘You’re lying’ Yaaas Michonne

GOD I love angry Michonne this is 10/10

And now are they gonna cry I can’t handle it

Aww my baby Michonne 😢😢😢

She’s just hoping he’ll open that door

Please open it

I’m losing my mind

Yaaaas go Rick go

Michonne gonna unleash on these walkers

YAAAAS RICK

fight them wooooo

‘I DONT EVEN HAVE A WEAPON COMMANDO’ - SASSY MICHONNE IM DEAD

‘The only time I feel safe is when I’m with you’🥹🥹🥹

‘I’m not the brave man’ - oh Rick

YEAH HIT HIM MICHONNE

‘I don’t know who you are because the man I knew would never talk to me like that’ - my heart is BROKEN

How are we fixing this jeeeesus

God I love seeing them fighting together

‘I had this’ - ‘I had this’ GOD THEY ARE BOTH SO SASSY

oh noooooo Michonne is trapped

Omg rick fucking help her

Omg is he gonna kiss her

Or is he gonna cry

OMG it’s happening guys jesuuuuus this is all the richonners have ever wanted

He’s losing his mind

THE WAY THEY LOOK AT EACH OTHER I CANT COPE

THIS EPISODE IS DESTROYING ME

‘he looks like me’ - ‘so he’s really good looking’ 😂😂

ROUND TWO!!???!! Disturbed by roomba - love that ricky dicky doo da country boi has no idea what a roomba is lmao

‘One bad harvest - something has to burn to bring it back’ - OMG HE’S TALKING ABOUT HIS DAD??

‘You’re still lying to me. You’re lying to yourself’ - damn right keep calling him out Michonne

OMG THE SCAR

SHES GOING TO TELL HIM WOW

DARYL MENTION

‘SHE STOLE JUDITH’ - his faaaace!!

‘I don’t wanna go into how’ 😢😢😢😢

‘But I kept believing’ 🥹🥹🥹

Omg his hand 😢😢😢

‘You’re still trying, I see it’ he is trying Michonne just keep pushing and he’ll make it

‘I’m sorry for what they did to you’ 😢😢😢😢

Michonne laying down the law - ‘Sit, Rick’ 😂😂

She really couldn’t give a fuck if the building collapses around them she is going to make him talk to her

‘They took a year from me’ ‘I don’t know if she’s okay’ 😢😢😢😢

‘It’s hurting me Rick’ 😢 Rick NEVER wants to hurt her he loves her so much this is heartbreaking

OH MY GOD CARL IM BAWLING

‘I CANT LIVE WITHOUT YOU’

OH MY GOD IM GONNA DIE HE CANT FACE LOSING HER ALL OVER AGAIN

THE CARL PHONE 😢😢😢😢😢😢

‘I found you Rick’ 🫶

I love them so much Michonne honestly is the strongest woman alive

Aww he’s in a jumper not his uniform 💖💖💖💖

THE ELEVATOR KISS

GO GO GO

THEM SWITCHING SEATS LMAOOOO

‘WE CAN MAKE THIS WHOLE DAMN WORLD OURS IF WE WANT TO’ 💖💖💖💖💖

God this is beautiful

A happy ending no cliffhanger???? Oooooo

OMG ARE WE GETTING PROPOSAL WEDDING NEXT WEEK

[missmaywemeetagain]

Hi,

for your prompt request.

💻 angst for Austin. There was a short lived rumour he'd perform at the Oscars. I had this in my head for months, that he'd perform the in memoriam section (what Lenny Kravitz did this year). Maybe with the beautiful Elvis rendition of BRIDGE OVER TROUBLED WATER .

Obviously that's a daunting thing, so maybe some praise kink that leads to more at rehearsals? With whoever your comfortable with writing this but if live to read it with Polly Bennett his movement coach.

Xxx

Ohhhh, dearest Nonnie, did you give me a challenge! It took me a minute to try and get into Austin's head because I've never written him before, so thank you for your patience! 💖

I really ended up leaning into that praise kink, and this turned out waaay filthier than I intended, but 'twas where my muse took me lol. The Bridge Over Trouble Water lyrics actually were a bit of an inspiration, so the song appears more figuratively than literally. I hope it's okay that it ended up being so much smut vs. storyline, but it is Austin and Polly! Thank you for your request and I hope you enjoy, When Tears Are In Your Eyes, darlin'! 💋

TW: This is utterly filthy. Minors BE GONE! 18+ only! Really, there is so much SEXXX, but, like, in a sweet, subby Austin way. Panic attacks. Negative self-talk. PRAISE KINK--so much praise kink... Sub space? Not as edited as usual! Hopefully this isn't too much of a mess cuz I'm a little nervous about writing about Austin (and Polly!)...I'm definitely not an Austin expert 👀

When Tears Are in Your Eyes

The first time was a fluke. The panic before he’d had to go out and really perform as Elvis for the first time, for the ’68 Special section, was utterly paralyzing and he’d needed something or someone to break him out of his mind prison, someone telling him he was going to be okay, that he was going to do a great job, that he was good enough. Desperate times had called for desperate measures.

Baz and Olivia and even Catherine had tried help him shake his nerves, but no matter the massive amount of support and encouragement from them all, he was convinced there was no way he could do Elvis justice. That he would fail completely, not only tanking his own career, but also Baz’s, and disappoint millions of Elvis’ fans across the world in the process. To say he’d worked himself into a frenzy was an understatement.

When Polly came in, his amazing and fiery movement coach, he was convinced she wouldn’t be able to stave off this horror building inside him, this pure terror that he was a complete fraud. But they’d worked so many hours together, one on one, that she could sense something in him that he could not. When she’d embraced him and told him he was going to be alright, that everything would be fine, he almost broke into pieces at his friend’s words. He’d sniffled into her blonde hair, his Elvis makeup running, clutching at her like she was a life raft.

And then it had happened. As she whispered words of encouragement into the shell of his ear, praising the commitment he had to the role and how he was already doing Elvis’ legacy proud, he’d felt it. Unfortunately, pressed up against her in that tight black leather suit, it didn’t take long for her to feel it, too.

He was totally mortified, of course, chalking it up to his anxiousness and heightened emotions, and it sent him into another kind of panic because Polly was his colleague and his friend and oh my god, he didn’t want to ruin any of that. Whimpering in her hair, he wanted to pull away and hide even more than he had before, but she just kept breathing praise into his ear. As if he wasn’t rock hard against her.

It hadn’t taken long for his body to go off the rails, his hips rolling into her ever so slightly, the friction of those damn pants coupled with what she was saying arousing him to the point of bursting. But she didn’t flinch or move away, she just kept her arms around him tight and let him grind and whimper into her.

It wasn’t enough. He was a sniveling mess, terrified of going out there and humiliating himself, and now he was insanely aroused, his mind starting to white out, and he needed release but the dry humping just wasn’t enough.

Somehow, she’d known exactly what he needed and for some unknown reason, hadn’t hesitated in the slightest in giving it to him. When she’d popped the button on the pants, unzipping him just enough to reach her tiny hand in, he’d nearly passed out from the way she’d groped his too-sensitive cock through his underwear.

“Doing such a good job for me, Aus, always doing so good for me. Always putting in your all. You’re gonna be perfect,” she’d whispered as she pumped him expertly. His mind went blank, hearing nothing but her praise, and he surrendered quickly. Shuddering violently, he crested and felt the hot spurts of his release coat the inside of his briefs.

“That’s it, let it go, Aus. Cumming so well,” she’d praised him, talking him through his orgasm, then released him with a genuine smile, pressing her forehead to his as he tried to regain his senses.

It wrecked him just enough to break him free of his anxiety. He’d gasped in both refraction and shock and Polly had just patted his cheek sweetly and handed him tissues to clean himself up, like there wasn’t something completely bonkers that happened between them. Like she hadn’t just jerked him off and successfully made him feel like he could go out there now and be Elvis. Like his confidence hadn’t been restored by the magic power of her words and her hand.

Things had happened so intensely and fast after that with filming that he’d barely had time to think on it. When he’d stripped out of the suit and his messed underwear later that night, he’d actually laughed, thinking of the story of how Elvis had orgasmed in his leather suit as well.

How very ‘method’ of me, he’d thought with a chuckle.

He’d also been confused and embarrassed, but Polly acted like nothing strange had occurred at all. No lingering glances or silly winks. No uncomfortable silences or awkward words. Business as usual.

So, he’d moved on. It was a fluke. A moment of weakness.

Except now, backstage during rehearsals for the Oscars, he finds himself in that same completely panicked headspace for the first time since the ’68 Special. His agent had somehow convinced him to agree to singing “Bridge Over Troubled Water” during the “In Memorial” section of the show. But that was months ago, before he was exhausted from all the award shows and press and schmoozing and the traveling across continents, all the while trying not to let his grief for Lisa Marie (and the residual grief it triggered about his mom) consume him.

He is terrified. Stomach churning and palms sweating, he shakes all over, a leftover effect of those pieces of Elvis still lingering within him. Singing in front of people was never something he’d been able to do until Elvis. But even then, he’d been playing a character. It was so much more vulnerable to get out there singing as himself. In front of a room filled with the biggest names in Hollywood, in front of his heroes, and for millions on live television, no less.

No pressure or anything.

Sure, they’d convinced him to sing briefly on SNL, but that was still under the guise of Elvis and it had been only a small part of the farewell for Cecily, the focus being on her, not just him. He’d been nervous, to be sure, but it had been different. Not this. Nothing like this.

Of course, he knows the song in his sleep, it being one of his favorites to listen to while prepping for Elvis. But as much as the critics and the world loved his performance, and as much as he tries to draw upon the superstar’s confidence, he is not Elvis Presley.

His shallow and quick breaths as he waits for his turn to rehearse makes him think that he might pass out if he keeps freaking out at this rate. Forcing himself to breath in through his nose and out through his mouth, part of the dynamic breathwork he’d learned, he manages to keep from ending up on the floor. But his mind is still whirling and his stomach is churning.

You idiot, you’re just gonna go out there and embarrass yourself in front of everyone you admire. What a failure you’ll be, his inner critic berates him. Stupid fucking fool.

He can’t do this. There’s no way in hell.

Austin feels the tears prick in his eyes. Oh, good, now I’m gonna cry, too. Perfect.

It’s then that he feels the small arms encircle his waist and he knows.

He knows it’s her.

He’s not sure how Pol managed to get backstage—the security is insane—but like a miracle, she’s here. “Come on, Aus. You’re going to be okay,” she says quietly.

Gently, she pulls him back, back, back through the wings of the stage, whispering words along the way (“You can do this, hun, and will do it well. I know you will.”) and into an empty dressing room. He follows more than willingly, letting the tears free fall down his cheeks now.

He finds himself in that strange little space again where all he hears and wants and needs is her, her reassurances and praises, and she gives them liberally.

Polly gently pushes him into the room, closing the door and engaging the lock behind her. His brain is overloaded, his body buzzing with anxiety, but her words leave him wanting and he feels his cock twitch in his pants. All rational thought is abandoned, his body beginning to take over, and he doesn’t have the strength to hold himself back.

Austin steps into her, pressing her back against the door, nuzzling his head down into her neck. She lets him, her hands running softly, comfortingly, through his hair, causing a low moan to escape his lips.

“I-I-I need…please…” he begs through hiccupping little sobs.

“I know, shh, I know.”

Then, she proceeds to murmur at him all the ways he is good and talented and true. He can’t help rolling his now-aching cock into her belly, but she does not falter.

The sensations are all too much this time, even more than the first time, and he is running his hand up her bare leg and under her skirt before his mind even registers what he’s trying to do, all the lines he is going to cross. Because he has to do something, something he knows he’s good at, something he knows he won’t fail.

And by the little squeak that turns into a mewl when he reaches the apex between her thighs, the thin cotton covering her warm little sex, he knows he’s right. Slipping his fingers under, he runs them through her already dampening folds and up to circle the sensitive nub at the top.

“T-this o-okay?” he stutters out, needing to know he’s doing right by her.

“Yes, Aus, that’s perfect, oh god,” she moans breathlessly in his ear.

The praise fully short-circuits his brain, sending him into that white space where his career expectations and fears don’t touch him like they did before.

Please, please, please…is all he thinks and he realizes eventually that he’s panting it out loud, ignoring the straining in his pants because he wants to get her off, he needs to please her, and if he does, everything will somehow be okay.

He slides his fingers down through her softness, and finding her wet and ready for him, turns her around to face the door and slides two fingers into her heat, his thumb working circles on her clit. Pumping, his fingers search for that spongy spot, the one he thinks will make her keen and pleased, and when he finds it, he curls his fingertips into it.

“That’s it…just like that,” she pants, then she bucks back, her ample ass giving him some much-needed friction. The sensation is almost too much, causing him to press her into the door, his throbbing erection making him desperate.

“Oh, my good, good boy. Oh god. Oh g-god, Aus, you’re gonna make me cum,” she chokes out and it’s music to his ears, this approval and proof of his goodness. “That’s p-perfect, you’re perfect!”

Her cry couples the fluttering of her walls and the dam breaks, arousal flooding onto his hand. But her release sends his body into overdrive, and he pulls his fingers out of her, leaving her moaning. Frantically, he pulls her soaked panties down her legs and unbuckles his pants, letting them slide down and free his cock.

“Please, I-I-I…can I?” he whimpers at her.

She nods. “Yes, yes!”

He is in shambles. It only takes a second before he’s rubbing his cock between her legs, coating himself in her slick, and they both moan at the sensation.

Going into that white space, the one he only gets to when with her, all he can think is please, please, I need, I need, and it causes him to rush a little. He pushes up into her comforting and plush folds, meeting a little resistance on the way because he’s thick and she’s small but oh god, she’s so tight around him.

Through the hazy fog of his brain, he hears her pretty little gasps as she adjusts to his girth, but when he bottoms out in her wet heat, it feels too good and a fresh panic hits him. This awareness of what he is doing to her—spearing her and splitting her in two—and the thought that he might be doing it wrong or hurting her in some way has him sobbing, “Pol,” as he clutches at her waist.

“It’s okay, you’re perfect, Aus,” she moans, encouraging him. “Now move those hips, just like I taught you.”

Relief and fresh arousal floods over him. He knows this. He can do it in his sleep. Cock twitching inside her, he starts to move, rolling those narrow hips of his smoothly, precisely, just as he’d practiced for hours and hours prepping for Elvis.

Polly lets out a low, pleased groan as he does so, and it fills him with pleasure because he’s pleasing her, he’s doing it right. With each thrust, she coos at him words of praise and he eats them up like he’s starving. The terror and the trepidation are banished into the shadows, consumed by that white space, the space where he is perfect and good and doing everything just right.

He could stay here forever, surrounded by light and warmth and comfort, buried deep in his friend.

His smooth thrusts become pointed because the more she praises his work, the hotter he becomes, like he’s burning up from the inside in the best way possible. She writhes below him, pushing back into him, the sound of his balls slapping her weepy, perfect little cunt sending every ounce of blood straight into his dick.

One hand slams next to hers on the door, using it as leverage to pound into her. Deeper, need to be deeper, oh fuck, oh Jesus. The other grips desperately at her waist, anchoring himself to her so he doesn’t fly too far away into that glorious white space.

Her voice does that, too, her breathless sighs of, “Yes, yes, you’re doing so good, giving me that perfect cock so well, Aus,” are pushing him headlong to the brink.

Reaching around under her skirt, he finds her puffy clit and works it furiously, even in his blinding fog knowing he wants her to come over the edge with him. She keens and he pistons erratically at the sound.

“Fuck, you’re gonna be a good boy and come with me now, right Aus?” she pants, taking him like she was made to do so.

“Mhm,” is all he can manage, biting his lower lip and nodding. Heat floods him, overwhelming his senses as he fucks into her, needing every inch to remind him who he is. He begins to shudder when he feels her walls clench tighter around him.

“Oh, fuck, you’re g-gonna make me cum again, Aus! Oh, YES,” she moans, fluttering around him, and he shatters into little pieces right behind her.

He’s too far gone to pull out, selfishly claiming her and painting her walls white with his seed. Relishing in her warmth, he clings to her in his climax, not realizing the tears of relief streaming down his face.

Every ounce of tension in his body releases. The only sound in the room is their heavy breathing as they recover. She lets him linger inside her, seemingly aware of how far away he’s gone.

Eventually, the white space dims and he comes back into himself, sliding his softening cock out of her. He kisses her softly at the place where her neck meets her shoulder.

“I—Thank you,” he whispers, voice low and gravely, unsure of what to say, unsure of how to make her understand that she managed to banish his self-hating demons away right when he needed her.

She turns around and pulls his head down, pressing her lips to his forehead. “Anything for you, Aus.”

His now-relaxed body fills with warmth at that.

Finding a box of tissues, he grabs a clump, then falls reverently to his knees in front of her with the intent of cleaning her up. He pulls up the hem of her dress, revealing the short thatch of hair at the top of her pussy, worked swollen and red from him.

“You don’t have to do that, Aus,” she breathes. He can sense the blush in her voice, a modesty that was absent when she was trying to help him through his panic.

“Hush.” He taps her legs open and she relents quickly, unable to deny him. Pink and slick and bare to him, he looks up at her from below and adds, “You’re beautiful.”

She flushes pink and bashfully looks away.

His initial task to clean her abandoned, he watches in a kind of awe and pride the way his spent arousal, mixed with her own, leaks from her tight, little hole. He abandons the tissues on the floor. So entranced is he that he can’t stop himself from running his fingers through her folds and the slick.

She gasps from above, which quickly turns into a punctuated sigh when he leans forward and softly kisses her oversensitive nub. Fueled by her reaction and the deliciously musky taste of her on his lips, he flicks his tongue there.

She nearly doubles over, her hands flying into his sandy locks.

His body, still recovering from their sex, hums with pleasure. He laps at her again, and again. He can’t seem to help himself because she just makes him feel so good.

She shudders over him, trying to still his head. “Aus, I can’t,” she whines. This was obviously not part of her plan to calm him.

He smiles against her clit, then pulls back to watch as he uses two long fingers to push his dripping arousal back up into her tight heat.

The sound of her loud moan resonates in the small space as she falls back against the door, eyes closing with pleasure.

He holds there for a moment before he turns his attention back to her puffy, oversexed clit. Licking, sucking, and kissing it, he teases her. He works her into a frenzied, whimpering mess above him.

He pulls away briefly. “Am I doing good?” he asks with a hopeful little smile, still needing her approval. He scissors his fingers, sliding them in and out of her soaking and nearly-wrecked pussy.

All she can seem to do is nod frantically. That thrill of praise runs through him again.

Diving back in, he relishes the taste of her, of them, adding a third digit into her stretched hole. The noises are obscene, the squelching of their combined arousal filling the room as he fucks her relentlessly with his fingers. Her mewling whimpers let him know he’s still satisfying her. He can feel himself hardening again, but it’s an afterthought to her pleasure.

“Cum for me, baby, let me make you cum. Come on now,” he urges her.

Once he curls his fingers into that soft spot inside her and sucks on her nub just so, it doesn’t take long until she goes rigid and comes undone with a panting shudder. Again.

Austin strokes her through her climax then releases her with one last soft kiss to her mound. Then he finally uses those tissues to clean her gently. She shudders with overstimulation.

“You are too good, Austin Butler,” she gasps out.

“Promise?” he says, only half joking as they both put themselves back together.

Polly grabs him by the cheeks and stares directly into his big, blue eyes. “Aus, you are one of the best, most talented men I have ever known. Anything you choose to do, you give it your all. You will do well,” she says seriously. “Now, go out there and kick some ass for me, will you?” She smiles and gives him a kiss on the cheek.

He can’t help but grin from ear to ear, his doubts banished.

And even though he is nervous and emotional the night of the awards, he thinks of that sublime and calm white space where he is always good enough. And when he sings at the show, he gives it his all, knowing that Polly is watching.

[orangeflavoryawp]

20 questions for fic writers

Ohhhh, haven't done one of these in a while. Thanks for the tag @esther-dot <3

How many works do you have on Ao3?

On Ao3? 91 But add to that, older fics on ffnet and other independent sites (oh Rolo Realm, my beloved), I think it's 102.

2. What's your total Ao3 word count?

1,020,258

3. What fandoms do you write for?

Game of Thrones/ASOIAF, Mass Effect, Dragon Age, Naruto, X-Men, Star Trek, Record of Lodoss War, Sailor Moon, Harry Potter and several unpublished ones

4. What are your top 5 fics by kudos?

Almost all Jonsa, lol. - From Instep to Heel - A Violence Done Most Kindly - Wool and Tallow - Shepard Sees the Sky - Hallowed

5. Do you respond to comments? Why or why not?

Always, but it takes me time. I used to be very secluded, still am sometimes, and it took me effort to reply to comments and build relationships and community. I don't want to lose that. It's also important to me that readers understand how meaningful even a single comment is. So yeah, every comment, I try.

6. What is the fic you wrote with the angstiest ending?

Alright, so there's a lot of contenders for this one. I'm not even gonna try to list them off.

7. What's the fic you wrote with the happiest ending?

Probably either Interlocking or What Grows in Winter? I don't write a lot of 'happy' endings, I would say. Mostly I write endings that have either hope or closure, and that can come in a multitude of emotions, but those two fics are probably the most light-hearted of my works so I'm going with that.

8. Do you get hate on fics?

Sure, but honestly, not nearly as much as I expected. I've never really gotten someone trying to get into an argument with me. It's really just those one-line trolls that mass comment on a fic out of nowhere with stuff like 'Die parasite' or whatever.

9. Do you write smut? If so, what kind?

I do! I can actually say that now, lol. It's semi-recent for me, I guess. Considering how long I've been writing, at least. At the moment it's just het smut, but who knows what the future will bring!

10. Do you write crossovers? What's the craziest one you've written?

Nope. Dislike crossovers, actually.

11. Have you ever had a fic stolen?

Not that I'm aware of.

12. Have you ever had a fic translated?

Several, actually.

13. Have you ever co-written a fic before?

No, and I don't plan to. Don't think it would work well.

14. What's your all time favorite ship?

I honestly can't answer this. Like... honestly. But the two couples I've spent the most time actively writing for would be Jon/Sansa (Game of Thrones/ASOIAF) and Storm/Wolverine.(X-Men), so there's that.

15. What's a WIP you want to finish but doubt you ever will?

It'd be between Rocks and Shoals and Sheparding Men, but I'm more hopeful that I'd return to Rocks and Shoals. Both are Mass Effect fic.

16. What are your writing strengths?

Characterization and emotive language.

17. What are your writing weaknesses?

Setting and exposition, for sure. Also, paring down a scene, lol.

18. Thoughts on writing dialogue in another language in fic?

I've thrown in a commonly known phrase or two, but I don't like it being used regularly. There's too much variance on how to show translation in fic, and I find it often breaks the pace of the piece trying to do so, anyway.

19. First fandom you wrote for?

Oh geez, thinking back, probably Xena? Though that was unpublished. First published fandom would be X-Men.

20. Favorite fic you've written?

Damn, that's hard. But I'm probably going to have to go with Reckoned from One Midnight to the Next for the way it changed my writing style going forward. Perhaps the most formative of my pieces. Close runner up would be A Violence Done Most Kindly though, since it's also pretty formative for me in how I tackle plot now, and I'm really proud of the intricacies in that one.

This was pretty fun! Tagging for those interested @theoriginalsuki @jonsaslove @amymel86 @barbex @hawkeykirsah @vorchagirl @razerathane @tlcinbflo @foofyschmoofer @goddesstiera @joufancyhuh @sailorshadzter