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lesbiankimdahyun · 7 months ago

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G!p Karina hosting a Halloween costume party and choosing you as the winner for best dressed/costume. The prize being that you get to sleep with her.

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FIRST PRIZE: A Halloween Special

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[GP!Karina x F!Reader]

CW: GP, alcohol, brief weed mention

Guest appearances: MAMAMOO’s Moonbyul and Solar

Your job had been cool about you working fully remotely during the height of the pandemic, but now after two years, they finally asked you to relocate. Your boss was able to compensate you for the move to D.C., which helped, but coming from San Francisco, the East coast culture shock was brutal. Starting over in a new city was intimidating, but at least you had your work bestie Karina to hang out with now that the two of you lived in the same city.

Having only seen and interacted with her through Zoom on your laptop about (mostly) work-related things, you were a little nervous that the friendship would fade or ruin your working relationship, but over the summer, you found it had the opposite effect. The more you saw of Karina’s authentic offline self, the more comfortable you felt with her, and being able to make Karina laugh felt like winning the lottery. You were absolutely harboring a crush on her, but you kept hoping maybe it would go away in time, too afraid to let her know about your feelings.

But months later when she invited you to a huge Halloween bash she was hosting, you knew your crush on her wasn’t going away any time soon. Her massive apartment, which she shared with her roommate, a girl named Winter you’d met a couple times, was decorated from the floor to the ceiling for the occasion. Perfectly placed cobwebs, a plethora of real, carved jack-o-lanterns lined the mantle of the living room’s fireplace, and the staircase that led up to their bedrooms had tiny, fake candles on each step, adding a warm glow. Karina had used plenty of LED lights too, leaving sections of the apartment cast in eerie purple and red light. Despite the free flowing alcohol, available weed and other Halloween goodies supplied for the party, it was Karina herself that had your rapt attention.

“You made it!” she said when you arrived, pulling you in for a hug. Her costume was decadent and extravagant, but not so over the top that it limited her range of motion. She’d chosen to go as Glinda the Good Witch. “I like Elphaba better,” she admitted, “but I didn’t want to commit to green skin.” Instead, she’d committed to a Swarovski-jeweled crown, a short, perfectly pink ruffle dress, complete with embroidery work near the bust and tiered tulle to add volume to the skirt. She had a silver, jewel-covered scepter that matched her crown, and wore extra blush to accent all of the pink details. On anyone else, it would’ve looked very cute, but Karina’s lethal beauty and aloof personality made the overall look devastatingly stunning instead.

When she pulled away from you, she eyed you and your costume with interest. “Talk about treasure,” she said. “Should I call you Jack or Jackie Sparrow?”

You felt yourself blush a bit. “Whatever you like,” you said. Karina smirked in response, taking another moment to look at the pieces you’d put together for your Pirates of the Caribbean-inspired outfit. You’d gone to great lengths to gender-bend your take on Jack Sparrow just the way you wanted, and based on Karina’s reaction, it seemed to be paying off. For your look, you’d combined a brown, satin corset top with bronze buckles, a black chiffon tiered waterfall maxi skirt, a black frill tie blouse with flared sleeves, a black lace necklace, brown knee length boots that matched your corset, a few long pearl necklaces to go with the lace necklace, gold hoop earrings, gold rings, and a brown faux leather pirate hat with a single feather on one side.

Karina suddenly reached forward, brushing her hand along your thigh. “What’s this?” she asked curiously. “A black lace garter? Wow, Y/N, you really pull out all the stops, don’t you?” You let out a shy laugh in response. Karina took your hand then. “Come on,” she said, leading you through the crowd. She pulled you into the kitchen, where Winter was busy grabbing more alcohol.

“Win-ter,” Karina sing-songed, “Look who's going to enter my costume contest!” Her roommate turned around and the two of you took a moment to take in each other’s costumes.

“No way,” you said, admiring her black, white and pink futuristic superhero look. “Uravity? From My Hero Academia?” Winter beamed. “ Finally , I’m recognized,” she said, coming over to give you a light hug, careful to avoid bonking you with her headpiece as she hugged you. “Everyone keeps thinking I’m some sort of Barbie Buzz Lightyear,” she said with a quick pout and eye roll. “But wow, look at you!” She took your hand, and you spun for her to show off all sides of your costume. She and Karina exchanged a brief look, and then Winter nodded. “So you're in the contest, huh? I bet you'll win” she said.

“Oh, that’s so sweet,” you said, “But I don’t know even know if I actually want t--”

Karina cut you off. “Trust me,” she said, placing a hand on your shoulder. Her glittery, pink nails stood out against the brown and black colors of your costume. “You want to be in this. My Halloween costume contests always come with prizes, even if you don't win! ”

“Really?” you asked. “Well what does the winner get then?”

Karina grinned. “Y/N, I can’t just tell you what the winner gets,” she said. “Where’s the fun in that? Why not play to win and find out for yourself,” she said. The way she said it was sassy, almost flirtatious. Wait. There's no way Karina would be flirting with me, you thought.

“Hmm…” you said, pretending to mull it over while moving toward the kitchen sink, where the drink supplies were. You grabbed a black plastic cup and looked around for ice, but Karina came over beside you, interrupting your search. “Let me,” she said, gently plucking your cup out of your hands while Winter handed her a bottle of deep purple Empress gin. The gin’s purple color turned pinkish when she added a splash of lime and tonic water to the gin, but it remained largely purple even after ice was added too, letting you know the drink had way more alcohol than mixer in it. You went to take a sip, but Karina stopped you. “Wait,” she said, reaching for a small, plastic packet and ripping it open.

“What's that?” you asked, tipping your cup away.

“Relax,” Karina said, showing you a bit of the light, powdery substance in her palm. She dipped a finger in it and put it up to her lips, licking the substance off. “Edible glitter,” she explained. “See?” She dipped her finger back into the glitter and then held it up near your mouth.

“Try it,” she said, and you found yourself obeying and opening your mouth for her, tongue slightly out. Karina lightly pressed the pad of her finger to your tongue, and a wave of heat rolled over you. If the edible glitter had any taste at all, it was completely overpowered by the salty taste of Karina’s fingertip. Karina’s eyes flicked from your tongue, then up at you. Your cheeks burned at the intimacy.

“So… you'll be in the costume contest, then?” she asked, taking a small step back. You held out your cup for Karina to add some edible glitter to your drink, which she did.

“Oh alright,” you said. “Why not?”

The rest of the party was a blur. Karina insisted on making all of your drinks, leaving you beyond buzzed but feeling extremely sociable. You chatted with a girl dressed as a ‘hot version of Moo Deng’, danced and shouted ‘Yes, chef!’ with a few folks dressed as the cast of The Bear, and drunkenly gushed over a stunning sapphic couple dressed as Statue of Liberty Chappell Roan and Pink Pony Club Chappell Roan. On occasion throughout the night, Karina would steal you away to dance to Rob Zombie or Kim Petras. A few times while you danced, you'd find her suddenly behind you, hand lightly brushing over your waist. Your brain was operating at a hundred miles a minute, but you put it out of your mind so you could focus on meeting a few of Karina and Winter’s other mutual friends: a girl named NingNing who rocked a modern Cruella DeVil costume, and another girl named Giselle who was dressed as a high glam-drag version of HIM from the Powerpuff Girls– sans facial hair.

Just after midnight, Karina gathered everyone for the costume contest in the spacious living room. You joined the other contestants in the center of the room: Statue of Liberty Chappell, hot Moo Deng, and Giselle.

“Before we start,” Karina said, “I should let all of the contestants know that second and third place prizes will be given out here at the party, but first place will need to stick around afterward to claim the grand prize, okay?” The four of you nodded while the rest of the party attendees applauded lightly in anticipation. Fourth place wound up going to ‘hot Moo Deng,’ and Giselle took third.

Karina presented Giselle with a plastic, orange pumpkin bucket intended for trick-or-treating. There was a couple handfuls of candy inside, but in addition to pumpkin-shaped Reese’s Peanut Butter Cups and candy corn, Karina and Winter had filled the buckets with mini bottles of alcohol, edibles, and liquid hydration packets. Then, Karina gave Giselle a celebratory strawberry lemon drop shot, which was, of course, perfectly pink to match her Glinda costume. Everyone clinked their plastic cups together, ready to take a sip of their drinks while Giselle had her shot. Her large claw attachments, though, made her unable to take the tiny shot glass out of Karina’s hand. For a supposedly good witch, Karina seemed extra amused by Giselle's struggle. With her other free hand, Karina held Giselle’s face, her thumb on one of Giselle’s cheeks, the rest of her fingers on the other.

“Aw, does our big bad villain need some help?” she asked mockingly. Giselle feigned annoyance and nodded. Karina whispered something in Giselle’s ear then, and then Giselle rolled her eyes for real before opening her mouth. Everyone cheered as Karina knocked the shot back into Giselle’s mouth. Karina laughed, making a show out of having Giselle open her mouth again to prove she’d swallowed it all.

Your hands started to sweat a bit while you and Statue of Liberty Chappell Roan waited to find out who the winner would be. You honestly had no idea which way the costume contest would go. You knew your costume was pretty good overall, but Statue of Liberty Chappell, whose real name was Moonbyul, had really gone all out, even painting herself the same color as the actual Statue of Liberty. To hype up the crowd, Karina took the partygoers’ temperature by standing behind Moonbyul, holding a hand over the girl’s head.

“Who’s feeling sexy Statue of Liberty Chappell Roan?” she asked, and the crowd responded by applauding as Moonbyul posed, holding up her torch triumphantly. When the clapping died down, she moved behind you, and you knew her hand was hovering somewhere above your pirate hat. “What about our sexy Jackie Sparrow?” she asked, and the crowd erupted in louder applause, including a few wolf whistles from somewhere in the back.

Karina grinned at the partygoers. “I thought so too,” she said matter-of-factly. “It looks like we have a consensus, then. Second place goes to Statue of Liberty Chappell Roan!” There was more applause, and Pink Pony Club Chappell, whose real name was Solar, shrieked in excitement for her girlfriend. Winter presented Moonbyul with her own plastic pumpkin bucket full of the same goodies Giselle had received. Another strawberry lemon drop shot was brought out for Moonbyul. But instead of letting Moonbyul take the shot herself, Karina held onto it.

“Since it’s my party, I want to do things my way, tonight” Karina said. “So open up, Chappell,” she said, grinning mischievously. “Forgive me, Solar,” she said, turning back toward Pink Pony Club Chappell Roan for a moment before coaxing Moonbyul’s mouth open so she could pour the shot down Moonbyul’s throat. “Now for those of you who have been to my parties before, you know the second place winner usually also comes with a kiss from me, but girl…” Karina said, “Keep those green Statue of Liberty lips away from me! She’s alllll yours, Solar,” Karina said with a laugh.

A kiss? ! What kind of costume contest between friends was this? Before you could ruminate on it, Karina was beside you, taking your hand and holding it up proudly. “And now give it up for this year’s costume contest winner!” The crowd roared with drunken cheers. You felt Karina’s hand near your thigh again. “Don’t you all just love this garter? I think it’s my favorite part,” she said, her fingers trailing over the black lace detail. Another strawberry lemon drop shot was handed to Karina, and she turned to face you.

“You know the drill by now, don’t you?” she asked playfully. “Open up, Y/N.” The tart tang of lemon, alcohol, and a bit of sweetness from the strawberry burned while it made its way down your throat. She then leaned in, her lips brushing against your ear while she whispered to you. “You’ll get your prize later, okay?”

The party reverted back to the way it was, but not for long. By the time 1:30 AM rolled around, the party was winding down as some partygoers headed out to make appearances at other parties, while others trickled out to hit the clubs before they closed. You collapsed on the couch, making conversation with the last few party stragglers while they gathered their shoes and costume parts, getting ready to leave.

“Are you gonna be okay t’get home?” You looked up to see Giselle standing above you, swaying lightly, clearly a bit drunk. You sat up and nodded, scooching over so she could sit down and focus the remainder of her energy on ordering an Uber home.

“This was sooo fun,” she said, her words blurring together a bit. She pulled off her costume’s red claw attachments so she could use her hands normally again. Then she turned to you. “Hey, we should go– er, hang out sometime,” she said. You almost missed what she said entirely, distracted by the sleek, black thigh high boots she was wearing and the way her red fishnets popped beneath them. And wait-- is that part latex? How on earth were all of Karina’s close friends this hot, too?

“Hm?” you said, needing a moment to register what she’d just said. “Oh! I’d like that,” you said, smiling. Forgetting about the rideshare app open on her phone, she handed the small rectangle to you. “Put your number in!” she said, bouncing a bit. Her shoulder brushed against yours, sending a tiny, electric jolt through your right arm. You started to feel warm as Giselle rested her chin on your shoulder to watch as you swiped away from the pending rideshare pickup and tapped the phone icon to add your number.

“Can I tell you something?” she asked, sitting back a bit when you were done. You returned her phone to her and nodded. “Karina’s into you,” she blurted. You threw Giselle a quizzical look while your heartbeat raced. “Wh-what?” you asked. “Where’d you get that idea from?”

Giselle just giggled to herself, rummaging through her bag to make sure all of her belongings were still present, then looped her arm through the handle of her Halloween bucket prize. “She does this every year,” she replied. “You’ll see. That glittery scepter of hers isn’t the only disco stick she likes to use.” She stood up, her driver just a minute or two away now. Giselle flipped her long, black hair back and gave you one last look over her shoulder. “She’d fucking kill me if she knew I said this…” she gave you one last onceover. “If you aren’t satisfied with your prize… let me know.”

“Huh?” you said, but Giselle didn’t explain. She was already heading toward the front door, where Karina was hugging NingNing and Winter goodbye. Wait , you thought. Didn’t Winter live here? Why was she leaving? You looked around for any other remaining partygoers, but realized you were about to be alone.

“Sorry to keep you waiting,” Karina said apologetically, coming over to you after everyone was officially gone. You stood and walked with her into the kitchen. “Did you have fun?” she asked. She poured you a glass of water as you nodded. “Your friends are really nice,” you said, taking the cup from her. “Especially Giselle.” Karina’s eyes flashed with an emotion you couldn’t read, but then she recovered and smiled. “Don’t I know it,” she said. “They’re the best.”

With the music at a much softer level and the purple and red LED lights off, the main floor of the apartment was dim and cozy, with the only remaining sources of light coming from the moonlight streaming in through the bay windows, the jack-o-lanterns on the fireplace mantle and the tiny, battery-powered fake flicker candles that stood on the edge of the steps leading upstairs. Your heart was pounding nervously in your chest now, unsure of what to expect. It was the first time you’d ever been alone with Karina in her apartment– normally Winter was there.

“Hey, where’d Winter go?” you asked, trying to keep your voice casual. Karina shrugged a bit, walking back into the living room. “Oh,” she said, glancing back to make sure you followed her out. “She and NingNing decided to hit the club for a bit. I’m sure she’ll be back in a while,” she said. Anxiety quelled in your stomach. Something told you Winter would not be coming back anytime soon.

Karina instructed you to sit back down on the couch. “Are you ready for your prize?” she asked, grinning, and you nodded a little. “You’re not going to like, have a man in a bloody clown costume jump out at me or anything are you?” you asked. Karina laughed. “Y/N! You're so funny right now. Are you nervous ?” she asked teasingly.

“N-no, no,” you said. Of course Karina wouldn’t scare you, you thought. She was more into treats than tricks. Right? Before you could think it through, you found yourself adding, “If it’s anything like Moonbyul’s, I’m sure I’ll like it.”

“Oh?” Karina asked, taking off her crown and shaking out her hair. “Why’s that?”

You bit your tongue lightly as you watched her fingers run through her perfectly sleek, shiny hair. You absolutely could not say anything about her prizes coming with the promise of a kiss. Fuck . “Uh…” you lost your train of thought. “The…”

Karina smirked a little, watching your wheels spin as you tried to come up with a response. “I see,” she said, cutting you off. “Y/N,” she continued, and you looked up at her. “Close your eyes and wait for your prize, okay?” You nodded, glancing down before closing your eyes. For a moment, everything was silent and still, and then you felt added weight on the couch. You caught a whiff of Karina’s perfume, letting you know she was beside you now. And then you felt something– no, not something, some one brush against your lips. Karina was kissing you .

Desire spread through your body instantly. Your first instinct was to lean into it, but your head spun, and you weren’t sure if it was the alcohol or Karina’s dizzying presence. You leaned back for a moment and your eyes fluttered open. Karina’s face was just inches away from yours.

“Is this okay?” she asked you softly, and you nodded. She leaned in and both of your eyes closed again while she kissed you. Her lips were warm and her tongue tasted sweet as it brushed against yours. Before you knew it, she was stripping you of your pirate hat, tossing it aside as she helped you lay down on the couch. Karina hovered above you, pressing herself gently against your corseted abdomen. Your breath hitched a little, making your chest heave as Karina’s hands wandered over your body lightly. Her hair tickled the sides of your face, waterfalling back over her shoulders while the two of you continued to make out. All of your senses were overwhelmed by her– her scent, her taste, and oh god , her touch.

But just a few minutes later, she stopped and sat up. “Are you alright?” you asked, slightly breathless. She nodded and stood, then helped you up. “How would you feel about getting out of these costumes?” she asked, her head cocked to one side.

Before you knew it, Karina was leading you upstairs. You barely had time to recognize that you were in Karina's room. She turned on a bit of soft light placed strategically underneath her bed so it wouldn’t blind either of you. “Do you want the rest of your prize?” she asked you. You nodded. Karina looked you up and down. “Then turn around,” she said. You did so, confused for a moment, but then you felt a tug on your corset. Karina was undoing your costume. She made quick work of the corset and your blouse, leaving you naked from the waist up. You felt her fingertips trail over your shoulders and down your arms, but just as soon as she was touching you, she stopped. You heard the sound of a zipper from behind you, and started to turn around.

“Ah, ah,” Karina said. “Not yet,” she said. You heard the sound of her dress fall to the floor and your heart skipped a beat in anticipation. Karina’s hands returned to your body as she gently slid down your maxi skirt and helped you out of your boots. Her fingers wandered back toward your neck to remove your pearl necklaces, but she left the black, lace collar. “Leave it,” she said when you brought a hand up to touch it. “I like it.” One of her hands gripped your waist while the other toyed with the black garter around your thigh. “Leave this, too…for now,” she murmured. Once the two of you were fully out of your costumes she pressed herself against you from behind. Her hands wandered over the front of your body and then suddenly, you felt it. You let out a small gasp. Karina was hard.

Giselle’s disco stick comment echoed in your ear for a moment. “Y/N?” Karina’s lips were near your ear, her voice soft. “Are you okay?”

You nodded wordlessly, resisting the urge to grind against her. Your mouth watered a little. “C-can I turn around yet?” you asked. Karina answered by physically turning your body to face her. You leaned in to kiss her immediately while also using one hand to reach forward, gingerly taking her cock in your hand. Karina moaned lightly as she kissed you, her hips jutting forward to meet your touch. The second Karina’s lips separated from yours, you dropped to your knees, curious to see what kind of other pretty sounds you could elicit from her. Karina let out a small huff of amusement, watching fixedly as you took her in your mouth.

“Eager, huh?” Karina murmured. Her teasing was short lived though as you bobbed your head on her length. You grew wet quickly, shifting your position a bit to try and relieve the ache between your thighs. Karina ran her hands through your hair, gathering it at the back of your head in a makeshift ponytail to keep it out of your face while you blew her. You quickly realized, though, her true intent was to be able to guide your mouth on her cock, testing to see how much you could handle. When she’d had enough, she pulled you up, only to push you back onto her bed a moment later.

You were immediately hit by a wave of her scent, and then she was on top of you. She backed up a little and then leaned down, using her teeth to slide your garter down your thigh. Soon, it joined the rest of your costume on the floor while moved up and closer to you, kissing her way from your waist to your neck. You shivered a bit at her light touch, your hands weaving through her hair as she went. She used her knees to spread your legs, then pinned one of your wrists down to the bed.

You wanted to hold Karina’s gaze when she finally slid into you, but after the first couple inches, your eyes rolled back and closed. Full . You were absolutely full of Karina. It took her a minute or so to bottom out in you. By the time she did, both of you were breathing heavily. You let out a tiny whimper the moment she started to move, and she consoled you with a few kisses while she slowly, slowly picked up speed.

You felt magnetized to Karina as her body pressed tightly against yours while she fucked into you. Your wetness soon made it easy for her to pump her slick cock into you, and Karina took advantage of that. Her hips slammed into you as she went even faster, burying her head in your neck while your free hand wandered and explored over her body.

You were lost in each other's rhythms and hungry, fervent sounds until suddenly, Karina slowed down significantly. “Shit,” she breathed, “Oh, fuck…” she pulled out quickly. She came on your near-ruined cunt, rope after rope of cum covering you. Watching her cum nearly sent you over the edge, but you knew you’d need more.

The two of you said nothing for a few moments as you caught your breath, trying to wrap your head around the night.

“Karina?” you said.

“Y/N?” she replied in the same tone as you.

“I’m…” you hesitated for a moment, but your aching cunt forced you to continue. “I’m on birth control– I mean, just so you know,” you said, your voice tapering off slightly.

Karina’s eyebrows flew up, but then she grinned. She gently flipped you onto your stomach, rearranging you so your ass was up toward her waist. “Hmm,” she said thoughtfully. “This time,” she said, lining herself up with your slick entrance, “I want you to touch yourself while I fuck you, okay?”

#aespa smut #GP!aespa #GP!Karina #aespa x fem reader #aespa imagines #anonymous #ask #answered

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lavandulawrites · 11 months ago

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Our Little Haven

Yandere Fyodor x reader

MINORS AND AGELESS BLOGS DO NOT INTERACT

Fyodor is my absolute favourite character. He is so interesting and there are endless possibilities with him.

Masterlist

Synopsis: Life with Fyodor is peaceful and absolutely perfect, but something is missing…

Warnings: NSFW, brainwashing, subtle manipulation, reader has small flashbacks, female reader

Word count: 1474

The sun shinned through the white lace curtains. The wind that swept through the opening in the window making the curtains dance. The sun beam on the wooden floor warm to the touch as you stood with bare feet glancing out the window. The grass in the garden tall and green. The wild flowers making the landscape fairytale like.

A lone sparrow landed on the branch by the window. It’s little beak picked on the apple hanging above it. It made eye contact with you and chirped. You could feel your hand reaching towards it.

Longing.

You snapped out of your trance at the sound of the door to kitchen opening. The old door creaked. In stepped the master of the house. A black haired man with boundless purple eyes that quickly found yours. His lips pulled back into a smile. His black eye lashes fluttered, as his eyes crinkled.

“I see you have gotten a new friend” his melodic voice so very pleasant. He nodded towards the little sparrow as it was happily eating away on the apple.

You smiled slightly as you gazed at the little bird. “Yeah… I suppose I have.”

He hummed as he stepped closer. Cold hands wrapped around your waist as his head rested on your shoulder. His nose nuzzled against your neck. His soft raven hair tickled you. “You haven’t eaten anything. Where you waiting for me my dear?” he raised his head and kissed your cheek.

You nodded.

He spun you around and cupped your face and kissed your lips tenderly. “I appreciate you waiting for me love. It makes me happy” his face soft as he kissed you.

The library in the manor was quite and filled to the brim with books. Some were new and some were as ancient as time. The air filled with a homely smell which were soothing. The tall windows overlooking the garden, making the room lit. You could see the little pound and the ducks swimming among the waterlilies.

You let your hand run over the many books as you decided on what to read. Your hand stopped at a leather bound tome. On its spine it read World History. You removed the book from the shelf, its weight downing your hands. You blew off the dust and took a seat on the velvety rococo couch. You opened it carefully and flipped through the pages.

Multiple of the pages were elegantly annotated. Some of the notes were in Russian and some in Latin. The annotations were many and they were sometimes random. As you flipped through the tome your mind wandered to Fyodor.

You knew of his age and the nature of his ability. When he first had told you, you did not believe him. You found it peculiar that he had trusted you with his secret. After you confronted him, he had only laughed and said “One does not hide anything from one’s loved ones, don’t you agree?”.

His answer had stunned you at first, but you had to agree with him.

You often wondered about what he had seen and what he had experienced. He had told you some details about his past, but not enough. You always craved more. You sighed and placed the tome onto the mahogany table. You leans you head back against the back rest. The ceiling was high and your eyes wandered towards the ceiling rose surrounding the chandelier. Fyodor’s tastes were really exquisite.

“I see you have taken an interest in history, my dear” a deep voice woke you up. You blinked confused and your eyes wandered to the tall man who was examining the tome.

You sat up. “I didn’t mean to go thr-”

“It’s okay” he patted your head. “Lovers should not have any secrets. Do you not agree?” he smiled gently.

You swallowed and nodded. “Yeah.. That’s true”

Fyodor glanced out the window, taking in the beautiful view. “Are you not glad you moved her with me? Away from all the noise… and distractions” he hummed. You could see him glancing at you in out of the corner of his eyes.

“It’s really peaceful here” you smiled.

He turned his head to face you. He hummed in agreement, his voice like butter. “This is our safe haven. Our own little heaven” he leaned down and gently stroked your cheek.

You closed your eyes and leaned into his hand. The coldness of his skin welcoming in the summer heat. His other hand intertwined in your soft hair. Your eyes fluttered open and were met with a playful smile.

The black haired man leaned in and gently kissed your lips. His lips softer than velvet and you wanted more. You wrapped your arms around his neck and pressed your lips together in a fierce kiss. He chuckled against your lips before he licked them. His tongue pushed against them, asking for permission. You gladly accepted. His tongue exploring your mouth and you moaned out in pleasure.

He crawled on top of you and deepened the kiss. His lips hungry and it felt like he devoured you. The gentle Fyodor was completely gone and replaced by a man lost to desperation. You gently pulled his hair and he groaned against your lips.

He parted from your lips and kissed his way to your neck. He sucked and licked on the skin causing you to see stars. His hand lifted up your dress and pulled your lace panties down. You had no idea where he had thrown your panties, but you couldn’t care less.

His long fingers quickly found your cunt and prodded your lips apart. His fingers moved with such skill you thought that this was what he was born to do. Your slick quickly soaking his fingers and he grinned at the sight. “God you are so beautiful like this my love” he sighed softly.

He pulled his fingers out of your cunt and liked them clean. You was disappointed by the emptiness only to become completely in awe by the sight of him licking his fingers clean.

He grinned at your reaction and leaned over you again and pulled your dress over your head. Your white lace bra catching his attention. He smirked as he toyed with the bow in the middle of the bra. “I’m glad you like my gifts.”

Fyodor snaked his arms underneath your back and clasped your bra open. The bra fell on the floor as he quickly dived down to capture your lips. As he kissed you his hands quickly pulled down his fly. He separated from your lips and took both his pants and boxers off. His cock hard and made your mouth water. He quickly slipped his shirt over his head.

He lined himself against your entrance and showed himself in without warning. You moaned loudly at the heavenly sensation. His movements fast and his dick hitting just right.

He looked down at you with suck lovingly eyes you felt a tug at your heart. His hair had fallen down from his shoulder and softly framed his face. The sun rays catching his hair making it shin like the feathers of the ravens that resided in your garden. Your gaze fell down to his lips and to the red stains of your lipstick. The colour was deep and beautiful. Images of that very colour filled your mind accompanied with screams of terrors.

Your eyes widened and you blinked furiously to get rid of the images.

Fyodor slowed down his movements. His dark eyebrows furrowed. “Are you alright darling?” his voice filled with worry. His movements had completely stopped.

You swallowed and nodded. “Yeah. Please continue” you smiled up at him.

He nodded and continued trusting into you. You pulled him down into an embrace. The ceiling was filled with various colours from the sunset. Reds, yellows and pinks filled your vision.

The familiar feeling in the bottom of your stomach made you moan. You kissed him deeply as you climaxed. He followed soon after and pulled out and painted your stomach white.

As you both laid together on the couch your mind wandered. You couldn’t stop the many images of what seemed like your past flicker across your eyes. The sound of people laughing soon turned into screams and your vision turned to red. You turned to face the sleeping man besides you. His long lashes shadowed over his high cheekbones. You couldn’t shake off the feeling that he had something to do with your sudden images.

You laid there awake lost in thoughts for what felt like forever. Maybe it was the best not to think about it. It would only cause you distress and as your lover said , it was not good for you. Listen to Fyodor and all will turn well you said to yourself as you drifted asleep.

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navybrat817 · 1 year ago

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Dark and Light

Pairing: Winter Soldier x Female Reader, Bucky Barnes x Female Reader

Summary: You learn the real reason why Hydra wants to keep you.

Word Count: Over 2.65k

Warnings: Threat of dubcon/noncon, minor character death, violence, canon divergent, captivity, brainwashing, slight feels (it's me, okay?), Bucky Barnes (he's a warning, okay?).

A/N: It's been almost 3 years since the last part of Soldat and Sparrow. Are you lovelies still interested? ❤️ Not beta read and written on my phone, so any and all mistakes are my own. Divider by the talented @silkholland . Please follow @navybrat817-sideblog for new fics and notifications. Comments, reblogs, feedback are loved and appreciated!

The cell they kept you in this time was larger than your last. It didn't make it any less uncomfortable. The thick gray walls surrounding you made the room suffocatingly quiet and hollow. You only knew the color thanks to the singular lightbulb in the center of the ceiling, too high for you to try and make a weapon out of the glass. Without windows, you didn't know it was dark or light outside.

There was no escape, but you couldn't give up hope.

It was maddening not knowing the time of day as you played the waiting game on the worn mattress in between meals and sleeping. The screams of your lover played on a morbid loop in your mind and you had to will yourself to not let tears surface. Other than temporary relief for your emotions and aching heart, crying would do you no good. It never did.

What you needed to do was focus.

The man on the bridge.

He triggered something inside of the Winter Soldier. Something Hydra wanted to keep locked away. But what was it?

Bucky. He called him Bucky. He knew him. But how?

Two hard knocks on the door pushed the thought away before it swung open. Narrowing your eyes as Brock walked in, you wondered if he could’ve been a good man in another life and fought for the people who needed it most the way he pretended to. This wasn’t that life though. He chose his side.

The wrong side.

“You know, I don’t get it,” he said, crossing his arms as he stood in the doorway. He didn’t hide the lust from his eyes as he looked you over. “I mean, the Asset does his job well, but it’s like he forgets all about being a soldier when he’s deep in your pussy.”

“What can I say? I guess my pussy’s just that good,” you sneered, not in the mood for his taunts or anything else.

“Is that right? Maybe he should fuck your ass next to get the stick out of it,” he snapped back. “Or are you too stuck up for that?”

Pierce had a range of prostitutes lined up to satisfy his soldiers, but Brock didn’t hide how pissed off he was that you were “given” to the Asset after that fateful training day. He claimed it was special treatment. He dropped the issue almost as quickly as it was brought up, which led you to believe he was either reprimanded or given something to shut him up.

“Is that what bothers you, Rumlow? That I'd rather fuck him than you?” You asked, tilting your head as you regarded him. “And just so we’re clear, I’ll never want you.”

Brock clenched his fists as he took a step forward. “You really are a fucking-”

“Let her be,” a melodic voice ordered behind him, making you stiffen as he moved out of the way.

The doctor, or Doc as most called him, stepped into the room with a kind smile on his face. Unassuming in stature, you knew better from the start than to judge him by appearance. The man was a snake in the grass ready to spread his venom to unsuspecting victims.

“How are you?” He asked.

You kept your eyes on him as he moved closer, doing your best not to show any emotion. The doctor somehow made you more uncomfortable than Rumlow and that said something. “How do you think I'm doing?”

“Hmm. Not well, I'm sure.”

“You guessed correctly,” you said.

You didn’t know why he bothered asking. Maybe he thought he was better than the others because he didn't physically hurt you. If anything, his indifference to the evil around him made it worse. It told you that he either justified or accepted it.

Either way, he disgusted you.

“Don't worry. You'll have the Soldat back soon and I’m sure you'll feel all better,” he assured you.

“You wiped him,” you reminded him, your voice cracking.

His screams echoed in your mind again, your heart aching as you tried to block it out. When pain knocked on the door, it didn't wait for an answer. It broke it down and made itself at home. But in the pain Hydra inflicted, the soldier found solace with you and you found the same with him. The light for each other within the darkness.

While you failed to protect him and couldn't stop what they did to his mind, you had to believe you’d help heal his soul once you had him back.

“We did indeed as we have many times.”

You knocked his hand away as he tried to place it on your shoulder, your stomach turning from his words. “Don't touch me.”

He held his hands up in surrender as he took a step back. “I mean no harm.”

“All of you mean harm,” you whispered.

The Soldat was your only bright spot in this nightmare. Ironic that he thought you were fire, bright and warm. The truth was you burned because of him. He was your eternal fuel that made the flames grow.

“I only want what is best for you,” Doc argued, his eyes void of any emotional depth behind his rimless glasses.

“Liar,” you whispered.

An exasperated sigh left his lips. “Now, now. I really do want what’s best for you. Don't you realize how important you are?”

“I'm not important,” you said. You never were. “Pierce made it clear that I don't have a purpose.”

But if that was the case, why were you still alive?

The doctor's chuckle made your blood run cold. “That's what he wants you to think. You see, the more they cut you down and make you question your worth, the easier it becomes for you to comply. Because by that point you’re so desperate for survival you'll do what is asked of you,” he explained, pushing his glasses up. “Yet you still only comply to an extent. It’s rather fascinating.”

He stared at you like you were a bug under a magnifying glass. And wasn’t that what you were to him? An experiment or something for him to study? “I haven't complied. I won't.”

“Oh, but you have,” Brock chimed in. You almost forgot he was still in the room. “Those missions you completed. The lives you took.”

Bile rose in your throat as images of violence and blood flashed in your mind. They would haunt you for the rest of your days. “No, I didn't want to hurt anyone.”

“Of course, you didn't. It’s as I said: desperation. You did what you had to do to survive,” the false sympathy from Doc grated on your nerves. “Don't let the weight of those souls wear you down. They were meaningless. But you? Oh, you are meant for more.”

He attempted to touch you again, but his hand moved toward your stomach this time instead of your shoulder. “I said don't touch me!” you snapped, scrambling backward to put distance between the two of you. As much as you wanted to hurt him, Brock was still there and could do a lot of damage.

The doctor pressed his lips together before he smirked. “Pierce and Rumlow are right. You have a hold on him. Even with his programming and orders, it all comes back to you,” he said, your body going rigid. Where was he going with this? “And it’s you that we want to carry his child.”

Your stomach churned again, but you weren’t sure if it was more at the thought that he wanted to force a child on you or that he’d try and force your soldier to impregnate you. “Care to repeat that?”

“You’re going to carry his child. You’re going to give birth to the perfect soldier. And you’ll keep doing so,” he said slowly like you were a petulant child, standing tall and proud as your mouth fell open in horror. “You’re the perfect incubator.”

Your stomach sank as you looked between him and Brock, wishing it was a sick joke. “No, I won't.”

“You think you have a choice?” The doctor questioned nonchalantly, like he was asking what you wanted for dinner. “And do you think the Asset needs to remember exactly what you mean to him to fuck you? I guess we'll see if he does. Science versus instinct.”

The room became eerily silent as the doctor gave you his first genuine smile since he walked in. You struggled to get your bearings and process the words. That was why you were still alive. They were going to make you an incubator. Force your soldier to breed you. They would take another choice away from him. And raise your children in captivity.

In Hell on earth.

“Well, that shut the bitch up,” Brock chuckled.

Before you could think, you launched yourself from the bed. The doctor’s eyes widened as you tackled him to the ground, unable to brace himself as you landed the first blow to his face. You straddled his waist, the second hit knocking his glasses away as fury rushed through your veins like a wildfire. He didn’t try to fight you off.

You could’ve cried. Screamed. Anything to keep him from making his twisted plan a reality.

The sound of a gun cocking stopped you from hitting Doc a third time.

“I won’t kill you,” Brock said, your fist frozen in the air as you looked toward him. Your chest heaved as you stared down the barrel of the gun. “But I’ll make it hurt if you don’t get up.”

“Go ahead,” you said through clenched teeth.

The doctor coughed, but held up a hand. “No shooting,” he croaked as you looked at him out of the corner of your eye. “No harming her.”

Brock’s eyes nearly rolled into the back of his head. “She can still lie down and take a cock if-”

None of you could have foreseen the metal hand punching through the wall. Before you could blink, the hand closed around Brock’s shoulder and pulled him through, his cry of pain silenced almost immediately by the sound of a gunshot. The doctor beneath you was long forgotten as you scrambled to your feet just in time to see your soldier step into the room through the hole, his face obscured by his typical mask and goggles.

But you felt his gaze on you as he stood like a dark angel ready to avenge you.

Hope launched into your chest like a shooting star as you smiled. “Soldat,” you whispered.

He came for you. Found you. But the star that filled your heart quickly faded when he didn’t move toward you or say “Sparrow”.

The dread grew stronger when he holstered his gun and took out his signature knife.

Was this the beginning of the end?

The doctor smiled as he wiped the blood from his lap and slowly stood up. “You really think he’s here to save you? Oh, no. He just doesn’t want any competition near his breeding partner,” he taunted as your eyes stung. “Back from your assignment early, Soldat? Good. Now you can complete your mission.”

The Winter Soldier tilted his head before he took a step forward.

You remained rooted to the spot, casting your fear that he’d force himself on you aside. “Bucky,” you said, using the name you heard. His real name. A tear rolled down your cheek when he flinched and tightened his fingers around the handle. “I’m not going to fight you. Or hurt you. Do you know why?”

Another step forward, your heart pounded as you stood as still as a statue. “Why?” He asked, the word clear to you through his mask.

The tears flowed freely as he stopped in front of you and slipped his goggles off, your heart breaking when he dispassionately looked at you. “Because I’m your Sparrow. Remember? My fire burns for you and you only,” you told him and pointed to your chest. You needed him to remember. “We swore we’d be free together. Somehow.”

“Don’t listen to her. Breed her and be done with it,” the doctor ordered.

The soldier’s brows furrowed before his metal hand came up around your neck, not squeezing or bringing you any harm.

But it felt like a warning.

“You won’t hurt me,” you breathed out, placing your hand on his arm as you kept your panic at bay. “They won’t break me. And I won’t leave you,” you promised, echoing his words when he took you the first time. “I’m yours.”

No matter what they forced him to do to you, he would never be to blame.

The doctor had the gall to smack the flesh arm when he made no move to shove you down on the bed or remove your clothes. “Finish your mission. Now.”

“It’s okay,” you mouthed.

Somehow, it would be okay.

“My mission…” the soldier began mechanically, not taking his eyes off you as he plunged the knife into the doctor’s jugular. You weren’t sure you could breathe. “Is to keep my Sparrow safe.”

An intake of air caught your sob as the metal hand fell away, the doctor collapsing as he tried in vain to stop the blood from leaving his body. It was useless. And a kinder death than he deserved.

“Hail,” he gurgled, his fingers stained red. “Hydra.”

“Just shut up and die,” you snapped as your soldier ripped his mask off. “Soldat,” you said, softer, almost crying all over again.

“Sparrow,” he whispered.

There was nothing gentle or sweet in the way pressed his lips to yours, but it was warm and safe as he pulled you against you. Your arms slipped around him as you returned the kiss, your cheeks still wet from crying. For a second there, you thought you’d lost him. For once, fate decided not to be cruel to you.

It brought you back together.

“I’m sorry I couldn't get to you sooner,” he said when he allowed you a moment to breathe, quickly scanning as much of you as he could. “Did they hurt you?”

“No, I’m okay. I just thought…” you trailed off with a shake of your head. “You came back to me.”

But how?

“I’ll always find you, Sparrow,” he said, touching your cheek as your heart swelled. “Steve helped me remember a lot of things. Including you.”

“The man on the bridge? You saw him again?” You asked before an alarm sounded, the blaring force echoing in the room.

“Yes. And his friend is sending reinforcements, so we need to go,” he said over the noise, nudging the doctor’s body with the toe of his boot before he stepped on his glasses.

“Where are we going?” You asked.

Where could you go since you no longer had a home? You had so many questions, but understood that you’d have to wait for answers. Getting out of there in one piece was your priority.

“Somewhere safe,” he answered, fear flickering in his eyes for a moment. “Do you trust me?”

“With my life,” you promised without hesitation. And anything else you had to offer him.

The next kiss was one of gentleness, relief, and thanks. “One thing before we leave.”

“What’s that?” You asked as he took your hand.

Love and determination filled his eyes as he glanced back at you and put a gun in your other hand. “We burn it down.”

You could hardly contain the fire inside you as you smiled. “Together.”

You didn’t know what the reinforcements would do or what would await you once you got out. It didn’t matter. Your soldier found his way back to you and you would follow wherever he went. The two of you would finally leave Hydra behind.

In a pile of rubble and ash.

But you’d find out soon enough that the man on the bridge wouldn't let your soldier go either.

I'll try not to let so much time pass before the next update. Love and thanks for reading! ❤️

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morgue-orchid · 29 days ago

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—JUST A LITTLE MORE—

brahms heelshire x chubby!fem!reader

nsfw

(mentions of 'mummy', sub brahms)

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in due time, your taming of brahms became easier and his obedience far more frequent - it had taken a lot of hard work, but you were pleased you'd finally reached a point where he functioned under you and you could help in providing the life he had so desperately desired to live. a companionship he'd so craved all those years he spent shut away from the world and it's inhabitants. you'd freed him from those shackles and taught him how to live. and he was ever so grateful for you. oh, what he wouldn't do for you, his real life angel.

instead of waking up with this suffocating, heavy feeling of dread and doom, brahms would awake to the sun splitting through the old curtains and glinting against the dusty glass. instead of his heart in his throat, he felt so unfathomably at peace. and it was all thanks to you. that was one thing he was thankful his parents did for him - they hired you. now, of course, you were more than a hire now; you were his everything, without you, he was nothing. and funnily enough, you felt the same way. after all, you'd never had somebody worship the ground you walked on like brahms did. it was mutual.

most days spent together would start the same, but this morning, there was a little hiccough.

the yellow sunlight that peered in through the drapes lay out upon the wrinkled duvet and blankets, softly enveloping the figures who lay beneath. dust particles highlighted drifted around as one figure stirred - brahms. he was laying on his back, arms stiffly at his sides like a soldier. he scowled up at the ceiling, his eyes ever so slightly squinted from the exhaustion and inability to sleep that had plagued him for most of the night. it seemed no matter how hard he tried, how tightly he closed his eyes, how many poems he recited, how long he spent staring at you in your sleep, nothing was working for him. even his usual trick of getting as close to you as physically possible didn't work, only serving to make you grumble in your sleep and halfheartedly shuffle away. his eyes hurt and his head hurt and his palms hurt, little crescent shaped indents left from the tight squeeze of his fists. he was sulking, of course, and spent his time awake glancing frequently over to the grandfather clock on the other side of the room, waiting until it was the routine time to wake you up and smother you in his body weight like a big, hairy blanket. brahms wrinkles his nose a touch, the sound of sparrows and chaffinches outside making for what would be a serene background sound were he not in such a sour mood - exhausted, sleep-deprived brahms wasn't a happy brahms. he couldn't think of any specific reason he couldn't fall asleep; you'd both turned in at relatively the same time, brahms crawling under the sheets with the little kindle e-reader you'd purchased him before popping it onto the bedside table and cozying himself up to you. you were the perfect person to sleep next to, he knew that for a fact. having a considerably higher volume of body fat, you were simply the softest thing brahms had ever had the pleasure of laying his lithe hands on. squishy and gentle and warm. it was like a hot water bottle and a cuddly toy all in one. your plush tummy that he'd cup with one hand and your hip-dips he'd trace patterns over with the other. he genuinely struggled to keep his hands off of you, in both an intimate and a domestic setting. but you welcomed it, frankly. having somebody to appreciate your shape, your curves, gave you this undying sense of peace you didn't think you'd ever be allowed to have. there was never a single moment brahms made you feel bad about how you looked - he was completely obsessed, completely enamored with you. and so, he continued to wait to wake you up.

as tired as he was, brahms knew he must have fallen asleep, at least for a little while, because as the duvet cover fell over his lower body, he could both see and feel the stiffness of his cock as it stood to full attention. he huffed and balled his fists up tighter, slamming them down onto the mattress like a toddler throwing a tantrum. as the bed wobbled, his head zipped over to the side when you mumbled something and began to stretch from under the covers. if brahms had a tail, it would've been wagging wildly as he knelt and turned to face you, his striped pajamas all ruffled from his incessant tossing and turning. as it did most mornings, a piece of sunlight shone over your face and into your eyes, waking you gently. bringing your hands up to your face, you rub your eyes and yawn, rolling onto your back with your eyes still squeezed shut. as was habit, your pajamas were an oversized t-shirt and your underwear, which after a night of deep sleep, were all disheleved, your plush stomach peering over the hem of your underwear and your shirt ruffled. you blinked once, twice, only to find brahms hunched over you, staring down at you with tired, but hopeful eyes as a subconscious smile made it's way onto your face.

"hi there, mister." you sniff, lifting an arm up to weave a hand into his brown curls, scratching his scalp with your fingernails. as usual, he melted and leaned into your touch, his eyes closing and his brow furrowing. when you stopped to stretch again, it was like when a little kid remembers they're supposed to be in a bad mood during a tantrum, and a frown made it's way onto his face as he scooted closer to you, nudging you slightly with a knee. he fiddles with the buttons of his pajama shirt which are mostly undone or in the incorrect buttonholes, waiting impatiently for you to notice his plight and ask him what was the matter. you look back up and notice, biting the inside of your cheek to hold back a smile at his antics.

"what's the matter, little one? you still look so sleepy." you hold one of his cheeks in your hand as you push yourself up and into a sitting position with your back against the headboard of the bed, now level next to him. he pouts and pushes his face into the crook of your neck, whinging and whining about how he couldn't seem to fall asleep. as he cuddled closer to you and you felt that familiar sensation of his dick prodding into you, you couldn't deny that a little pool of warmth made it's way between your legs. you breathed out a gentle laugh which only frustrated brahms further. he was over tired, grumpy, and as per usual, horny. fortunately, you knew just what would help.

"i didn't get any sleep and i kept trying to fall asleep and i did the things you said to do when i can't fall asleep and.. mmphh.." he complained into your neck, not even bothering to completely finish his sentence. his facial hair tickled your warm skin and you feigned a sympathetic 'aww', patting him on the head.

"oh, poor you," you ruffle his hair, urging him to sit up and look at you. "here, come lie down." you pat your thighs, readjusting your back against the headboard and rubbing your eyes one last time.

you fluff your hair as with a whine, brahms complies cozies up into your lap, staring up at you with his usual puppydog eyes, his hands fidgeting with the bottom of his shirt and the hem of his pajama trousers. occasionally, his eyelids flutter as the exhaustion plagues him and your fingers combing through his hair only relaxes him more. you mutter sweet nothings to brahms as he gets more comfortable, your eyes drifting down his body to his naval and happy trail as he continues tugging at his clothes. oh, what a sweet boy he was.

you cradle brahms' head with one of your hands and use the other to trace down his body, starting from his collarbone and making your way down his chest and to his stomach. his breath hitches but it only serves to encourage you as you continue on, weaving a finger down his happy trail and sliding your hand under his pajama bottoms, feeling the wet patch on the fabric on the back of your hand. you can't help but grin, a flush of colour coming to your cheeks as he whimpers and twitches at the slightest touch, feeling your hand rest at the bottom of his erect shaft. brahms pouts and quickly tugs his trousers down, his cock springing out, sensitive and desperate. he bucks his hips, trying to get you to move your hand just a little further..

with a gentle hum, you retract both your hands (much to his dismay), and stretch once more, just to tease him. with the cracking of your knuckles just over your head, you slip your shirt off and over your head in a swift motion, the sunlight from the windows painting your upper body in a pale yellow glow. it glosses over your rolls and your breasts, brahms gazing up at you once again in pure awe and admiration. you look back down at him once more, that smile still lingering on your lips as your hand comes back to cradle his soft curls, gently lifting up your thigh so he could be closer, bringing your chest closer to his face. obediently, without saying a word, he took one of your nipples into his mouth, humming quietly in satisfaction as he did. with a series of quiet "good job"'s and "there you go"'s, your other hand comes to cup his face, your thumb stroking gentle circles on his pale skin. his eyes are shut, giving you view of his long eyelashes as you felt his tongue massage your nipple. your eyes follow one of his hands as it travels down and wraps around his dick, his thumb grazing over his tip and gathering his precum. it was one of your favourite things, watching brahms work himself. with his added lubrication, he started to pump his hand slowly up and down his member, the vibration of his soft moaning on your breasts making you breathe out contently. brahms' free hand came up to paw at your other breast, his long fingers relishing in the softness of your plush flesh. you swallow hard, closing your eyes and keeping yourself quiet so you could continue to listen to his little whimpers and whinges and whines as his lips part from your now tender bud, a string of his saliva keeping him connected for a moment. you dab your finger against yourself, and then swipe it across his lip, before bringing that saliva back into his mouth as he dutifully sucks on your finger, his eyebrows furrowing and his hips twitching up.

"there's my good boy. keep going." your voice is barely above a whisper, but it completely fills brahms' head as a needy moan leaves his mouth, releasing your finger. the speed of which he's stroking his cock increases and he pulls you in with his other hand, keen to give your other breast just as much attention. you let out a quiet, closed mouth giggle at his actions that was made into a sigh of satisfaction as his lips sealed around your other nipple, teeth grazing your sensitive skin - just how you liked it. what a good boy. you release the hand you had on his face and move it down to his thighs, tracing teasing patterns on and around his balls, which made him tense and twitch more and more. his pacing started to become sloppy and his nibbling became harder, his suckling far more desperate. you looked down in utter content as brahms tried to speak with his mouthful, his eyes squeezed shut.

"mum-mummy-" his hand moved faster and faster, sweat beading on his forehead as he continued to use his mouth to work on your now very tender bud. you hush him as his toes curl and his free hand grasps onto the duvet, squeezing with all his might as thick cum erupts from his dick and coats his pale knuckles, dribbling down onto his stomach and his thighs. sliding your hand away from his balls with care - knowing how sensitive he was now - while still gazing down at him, you bring your now cum covered fingertips to your mouth and let brahms' eyes flutter open before you pop them into your mouth one by one, body welcoming that all too familiar, bitter taste. brahms is whimpering and shaking ever so slightly, wiping his dirtied hand onto the sheets on his side of the bed, taking deep, heavy breaths as he calmed down.

"there you are," you purr, watching him struggle to keep his hazel eyes open. "there you are." your adjacent hand returns to scratch his scalp and he leans back into your touch. you slid down cautiously into a laying position, letting him nuzzle up to your chest as he drew little patterns on your skin with a delicate finger, peppering what he could reach with tired, sloppy little kisses. you press your lips to his forehead, closing your eyes once more as brahms gets himself all comfy.

perhaps now he might be able to get some sleep.

#brahms heelshire #brahms heelsire x reader #brahms the boy #brahms x reader #horror #slashers #brahms heelshire x reader #the boy 2016 #smut

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sparrow-ceiling · 4 months ago

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cavemen be like grug they hit the second cave

#sparrow ceiling

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dirty-bosmer · 2 months ago

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Wip Wednesday

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Finally felt motivated to work on my Skyrim fic. It's been a while, and I've miss my horrible little necromancer brat, so here's a snip from upcoming chapter 8 of Slither and Writhe.

After a traumatic start to her journey in Skyrim, Sylawen wakes up in Whiterun:

But an hour or so later, Sylawen was not so much falling asleep as she was floating awake, buoyed in a state of mindless boredom. I knew Danica gave me the weak stuff, she bemoaned and turned over in her cot to stare at the temple ceiling. More intrusive brightness poured in from the high windows, flooding her eyes until she was forced to squint. It must have been midday at least, the light so clean and golden. Buttery almost, like she could spread it on toast. The longer she lay bathed in the sun's rays, the easier it was to welcome the warmth, yet Sylawen found herself reluctant to fully acknowledge the days beauty while feeling like a pile of squashed scrib. Still, she kept her eyes trained on the window, because she’d been staring at the walls for so long that she was beginning to find faces in the wood grains. Her Mother. Rillion. Tazara. Thrynn. Did anyone know where she was? Did anyone care? Hells, she knew no more than what Danica had told her, that she was at the Temple of Kynareth in Whiterun (wherever that was). Dorand would have known, if he were still alive, and in thinking of him and his savage end, the spit in Sylawen’s mouth grew thin. There was so very little that had kept her from meeting the same fate, and even now, starved and beaten and reeling from fever, she could hardly believe she’d brushed so close to death. How did one day in Skyrim end so catastrophically? Eight, I hate this place. As if she needed to remind herself again. She’d told Mother that sending her to Skyrim was a mistake, and for once in maybe all of Sylawen’s life, she was not pleased to be proven correct. A finch or sparrow or some such winged creature darted past the window in a blur. It landed on the eave frames beneath the temple roof, appeared to be building a nest, weaving strands of grass with its beak. Sylawen watched it, given there was nothing else for her to do. Well at least someone likes it here. “Oh, you’re still awake.” Craning her neck, Sylawen found Danica approaching from the back door, wiping the dirt from her hands with a rag. She’d just come in from the garden, and bundles of freshly harvested lavender overflowed the basket on her arm. “Regretfully,” Sylawen replied. “Well, good because someone’s here to see you.” “Not like this, they aren’t.” Danica did not look amused. “It’s one of the Companions who brought you in.” Sylawen still didn’t know what that meant— a Companion— and could only recall fuzzy images of yesterday. A looming giant. A woman with jagged green scars. A man with eyes made of ice. “I-I’m in no state for someone to see me,” she said, raking one hand through her knotted hair and feeling the sudden need to cover her belly. “Tell them I’m not taking any visitors.” “He was asking about you this morning too. You might consider it polite to offer thanks, if they still have manners down in Cyrodiil that is.”

#skyrim fic #slither and writhe #wip wednesday #sonny writes

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salford-blues · 1 year ago

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The origins

A/n: It's been a couple weeks since I last wrote anything. I've been really busy and I'm burnt out :( Also this is my first proper written fic. I've mainly posted SMAU's, so if it's not good... I'm sorry. Would love to hear your critiques etc! Pairing: f1 x driver!reader Summary: The origins of our driver!reader - snippets of her growing up Warnings: butchered german??? Italics are the thoughts!

2008 - 5 years old

GROSSER PREIS SANTANDER VON DEUTSCHLAND 2008

The stands were crowded with energetic fans waiting for their favourite drivers to come out. Roars of laughter between friends and families. Piercing screams of devoted fans. In the middle of it all, a 5-year-old girl wrapped in the arms of her father with her hands over her ears trying to block out the deafening noise.

''It's too loud Papi. When's it home time?'' the girl pouted.

''Not just yet Spatzi (little sparrow). The drivers should be out any minute now.'' her father sighed. The child frowned and buried her head into his shoulder and neck.

Instantaneously, the crowd began to yell. Names were shrieked left, right, and centre. People pushing and shoving trying to get a picture or an autograph with their favourite driver. Luckily, the child and her father had managed to make it to the front without too much effort. They now had a perfect view of the track.

One by one the cars came out of the paddocks and lined up at the starting line.

''Who do you like Papi?'' the girl questioned, intrigued by the cars and their colours.

''I like Williams, do you see the navy blue and white car over there?'' her father pointed towards the middle of the grid.

''Uhhuh,'' she nodded, eyes lighting up at the car.

''That's the one that I really like. Which one do you like Schatz (treasure)?'' he questioned the child.

''Hmmm, I liikkeee... I think I like Williams too! Just like you Papi. I think I like the red car too.'' the girl's eyes shone as she spoke. Excitement now lacing her voice. There was a look of adoration on her father's face. Oh, how he loved his little bundle of joy.

''You can like whoever you want. The red car is a Ferrari.'' her father exclaimed.

''F-Fir-aa-r-ee? Ferrari! Yeah, I like that one too, but that one goes second!'' she said adamantly.

Suddenly, the cars were off, speeding down the track.

There was a glisten in the youngster's eyes. The screaming of the crowd was long forgotten. All she could hear was the vrooming of the cars. Wow, they're really fast. I want to do that.

''I want to be a race car driver when I'm older Papi! I'm gonna go really fast like vrrrrooomm." she held out her hands and acted as if she was driving a car.

2009 - 6 years old

''Alles Gute zum Geburtstag, Spatzi! (Happy Birthday, little sparrow!)''

The young girl stirred in her bed.

''Wakey wakey sleepy head... you don't want to miss out on opening presents do you.''

At that comment, the girl shot up in bed. Her wide eyes glanced up at her father, excitement running through her body.

''Please can I have waffles for breakfast? Can we go see Oma? Can we see Mami? Oooh can we make those doughnuts with the sugar on top for dessert? Plleeaassee?'' she gave her father her best puppy dog eyes.

''Okay, okay. How about we open your presents first and then see where the day takes us? How does that sound?'' her father queried.

A swift nod of the head gave her father all the conformation he needed and with that, he scooped her up into his arms and carried her down into the living room. The room was decorated with brightly coloured banners, balloons stuck to the wall via sellotape and streamers hung from the ceiling. On the living room table, 6 presents stood tall and were screaming to be opened by a certain birthday girl.

Once set down on the ground, the birthday girl ran over to the presents. She picked the first one up, inspecting its size before placing it down and ripping open the wrapping paper. Inside a box of Lego with an image of a Ferrari. The girl giggled with excitement moving on to her next present.

The small child was down to her last two presents. Both were small and sat on the corner of the table. Small hands picked up the thin present that sat on top, tearing open the wrapping paper. A signed driver's card sat inside. Shock spread across the young girl's face. A signed piece by Kimi Raikkonen. This just might be the best present ever!

''Oh wooooow! Danke Papi! This is the best present ever.'' She ran over wrapping her small arms around the man's neck.

''You're very welcome. But how about opening up your last one.'' he smiled at her.

She curiously looked back and took the present into her arms. The present was squishy under her touch. Possibly clothes? Carefully, the wrappers ripped open. A blue and white race suit sat inside.

''Do you like it, Schatz?''

''I love it! I love it! I love it!'' the girl twirled around with the race suit in hand.

2015 - 11 years old

''Hallo Logan!'' The girl ran up to the young lad. ''Do you want to get ice cream after the race? I'll ask Oscar if he wants to come too."

The blonde boy nodded his head and smiled. ''Yeah, I'd like that.''

''Okay, bye Logan.'' The girl waved before heading in the direction of her Aussie friend.

''Hallo Oscar! Do you want to come and get ice cream after the race with me and Logan?''

''Sure. Let me ask my parents.'' He ran off towards his parents.

Alone she stood listening to her surroundings. Loud chatter coming from children and parents. Birds chirping in the trees.

Hearing the latter she skipped towards the trees before noticing a small bird hopping around. Approaching the bird slowly, she scooped the animal into her hands and held it against her chest.

''I will help you little birdie! Papi, Papi look what I found. Can we help it get better?''

''Sure, we'll take it home with us.'' he smiled.

Strolling over were Oscar and Logan.

''What'cha got there N/n?'' Logan asked curiously.

''It's a bird... We're gonna take it home and look after it.'' She exclaimed.

''We are still up for ice cream though aren't we Birdie?'' Oscar peered a the girl.

''Of course we are Osc... birdie?? Why that??''

''Oh y'know... you've got a bird in your hand, so your new nickname is birdie,'' he uttered as if it was obvious.

''Ahh okie.'' A blush spread across her cheeks in embarrassment.

A whilst blew signalling that the race was about to begin.

''Papi, will you take care of it whilst I race?'' She turned back.

''Of course I will Spatzi. Now run along. The quicker you go the quicker you can get ice cream.''

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Ice cream dates just like old times. @oscarpiastri @logansargeant

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oscarpiastri Birdie delete this. This makes it out like we're all dating

> yourusername WAIT... WE ARENT????

>> logansargeant now look what you've done, you've made her cry...

>>> oscarpiastri We're not dating though???

user.1 why is Logan acting like a third wheel??

user.2 are they dating though? or is it two of them and then the third just tags along?

> user.3 I think they're just really weird friends

>> user.2 yhhh checks out

liamlawson30 annnd where was my invite?

> yourusername you weren't invited because you beat me at connect 4

>> user4 lmaaooo. Didn't realise y/n was a sore loser

>>> liamlawson30 you should see her when she plays monopoly

#f1 fanfic #f1 x driver!reader #formula 1 x female reader #f1 x female reader #formula 1 x reader #formula one x reader #f1 imagine

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consistencynevermether · 4 months ago

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Role Reversal (Ais x gn! reader) (touchstarved)

content: gn reader, cannon typical swearing and violence, sfw, 1.5k words

A/N: ok here me out. When Ais caught Mc from falling into the sea spring in the demo? What if we returned the favor 👀. Also, me posting twice in one day??? never happened before. anyways i wanted to try writing ais with this little idea thats been in my mind for a while. hope yall enjoy!

You could feel sweat drip down your chin as your chest heaved. When Ais said he would train you to fight against the best, you had no idea just how hard he was going to beat you to a pulp.

The worst part? He hadn’t even broken a sweat in the 2 hours you had been training. Probably because you hadn’t managed to land a single. Damn. Hit.

You weren’t incompetent. You knew how to fight. But god damn fighting against a monster was a completely different ballgame.

Even if you did manage to get a hit in, you're not sure how much damage it would do. Needless to say, you felt completely outclassed.

“Break time.” Ais deadpanned, looking at your tired form.

“Wait,” you managed to gasp out. “Just one more round.”

Ais simply shrugged and raised his fists in a fighting stance. At least he had the decency to take you seriously when training.

Well sometimes. Mainly he was a smartass about everything

You steadied yourself and charged, intent on trying to sneak through his blind spot and landing a hit that way.

The next thing you knew, you were looking up at the ceiling of the seaspring. Damnit.

Ais let out a light chuckle and gracefully sat down next to your sprawled out form.

“Good attempt sparrow.” He smiled.

“Don’t lie.” You huffed, flipping him off as you sat upright.

“I’m not. You’ve improved. Slightly.”

You turned your head to see a shit eating grin plastered on his face. Bastard.

You gratefully took the waterskin Ais handed to you. In all honesty, you enjoyed training with Ais. It was a nice escape from the crowded streets of Eridia and the noise of the wick. Not to mention you enjoyed your time with Ais. a part of you loved to compete with him, no matter how many times you lost. He was just so insufferable about every win without saying a single word, it made you crave victory all the more.

Though today didn't seem to be the day you would accomplish your win. You knew you were improving because of Ais’s training sessions, but you were still not a match for him. That worried you, in the back of your mind. Just how outclassed you were in this strange new city where danger thrived.

You didn't dwell on these thoughts for long though, because you had your own personal emotional support soulless, princess.

The second you and Ais had stopped sparring, she had hopped over to rest on your legs, looking up at you desperately wanting some pets, which you gladly gave.

You caught Ais looking at you and princess from the corner of your eye.

“What? Jealous she likes me best?” you teased.

Ais raised one eyebrow and let out a low whistle, and princess left your lap to stand beside Ais, awaiting orders.

“Hey! That's not fair.” you exclaimed.

“Seems like I'm still her favorite. Sorry sparrow.” he smirked.

“Well-” you began as you tried to get princesses attention, “she'll always be my favorite and one day she’ll love me most. It's my great plan, you see. The real reason I come out here and spend time with you is all for the love of princess.” you joked.

Ais gave princess a look and stood up, offering you a hand as well. You took it and Ais pulled you to your feet.

“One more round?” you asked.

Admittedly it was probably a better idea to leave now, before the sun set. You knew you were safe in Ais’s territory, but you needed to head home eventually. The last thing you wanted was a repeat of your first night in Eridia. Especially since you knew Mhin wouldn't be there to save your ass this time around.

You were just about to voice this course of action when Ais tossed a bag of some sort of dried meat at you.

“For princess.” he said, then began putting his outer Kimono back on. Looks like you were done training.

You looked down by his feet and saw princess’s tail was wagging at a rapid speed, desperately waiting for you to dispense a treat.

You took a piece of dried meat and tossed it up in the air, and princess snapped it up before it even began to fall. She looked back up at you, begging for just one more.

You heard something that might be a laugh from Ais as he leaned against one of the pillars by the edge of the waters of the seaspring. He seemed to be sipping tea (or potentially alcohol) while watching you throw pieces of meat for princess that she would snap up and then run back to beg for just one more.

What happened next, was a little bit of everyone's fault.

You had thrown a treat up in the air just a little too close to Ais.

Not a big deal usually right? Well unfortunately the universe decided to align perfectly with this one thoughtless toss. Ais hadn't been paying attention, taking exactly this moment to take a deep drink out of his cup. And princess, ecstatic to get a little treat, launched herself at full force towards the treat.

This culminated in a split second where you saw Ais’s balance falter as he was pushed into the seaspring by princess. In the months you had gotten to know him, you had never seen a shocked look on Ais’s face, until just now.

To be clear, Ais was never in any danger. Taking a dip wouldnt have an effect on him the same way it would have on you. And if he wanted too, he could probably catch himself before he fell in. That's probably what would have happened.

But for the first time in your stay here, you reacted faster than Ais. Within half a second you were by his side, and without even thinking you had reached down, wrapped your arm around his waist, and were now holding him over the seaspring.

For a good 15 seconds neither of you moved, both stunned to silence by your actions.

Quite a role reversal from your first meeting with him.

Then you realized what was happening. For the first time ever, you had the upper hand.

Ais watched as realization dawned on your face, followed by the most shit-eating, condescending, sleazy smile your face could possibly make.

He couldn't help but let out a bark of laughter as he wrapped his arms around your neck and smirked up at you.

You then realized he was still dangling over the seaspring, only the edge of one of his boots still on the platform, and you quickly pulled him up.

“Thanks.” he smiled.

“I win.” You returned his smile.

“Is that right?” Ais began to remove his Kimono again. “Let's do one more round.”

One more round turned into about seven, just so Ais could ensure your singular win was long forgotten.

Though, with every loss, you were staying up longer. You weren't any closer to beating him, but you could stay in the fight more. You were starting to be able to predict his moves and actually dodge some of them.

Which of course meant you now had more time to fuck with him.

Hey, if you weren't going to win, might as well make it fun.

On one of the rounds you dodged right and rolled behind him, standing up, you brushed his hair to the side and blew on his neck, causing him to shiver. You cackled as he caught you before you could retreat once again.

“Someones full of mischief today.” Ais stated, his arms still wrapped around you, holding you in place.

“Someone can't stop losing to me.” you singsonged, just to be annoying.

Ais huffed before finally releasing you, clearly amused.

“You'll sleep here tonight, it's too dark out.” he declared.

“Do I at least get a blanket?” you questioned, still riding the high of the day.

“Annoying tricksters don't get blankets.”

“So I’ll get a blanket then, right?”

Ais did not respond, he simply tossed a blanket over his shoulder which you caught with ease.

“Goodnight princess” you cooed.

“Night Ais.” you said as you waved him off while he walked into his room, princess by his side.

“Goodnight sparrow.” he responded before heading off to bed himself.

Maybe tomorrow the two of you would spar more. But for now you settled into the small guest room Ais had made up for you when it was evident you were determined to learn more about the seaspring a few months ago.

If you had stayed awake a little longer, you might have noticed a pair of red eyes lingering at your door, waiting to ensure you were able to sleep. Never intruding on your space, but instead simply watching over you.

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