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paimon-rambles · 3 years

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Hi! Can I request hcs of Albedo Aether Childe and Kaeya reacting to reader loving hugs and/or cuddles but being too shy to ask for it? Gender neutral. Thank you!

Shy hugs

Characters; Albedo, Aether, Childe, Kaeya

I'm a sucker for cuddles.

Albedo

Albedo doesn't notice it at first. He first assumed that you weren't a very physical person when it comes to affection and he was okay with that. His own need for physical affection wasn't that high either

but it doesn't take long to notice that you had some shy tendencies and he saw the shift in your behavior almost immediately whenever you were looking for a hug but you were too shy to ask for one

The way you hesitate in your words or how you seem like you want to ask him something but your shyness was holding you back

He flat out asks you if something was bothering you, he even presented all the evidence, so nope you can't run from this. You must tell him of the cuddles you wish to have. You sheepishly admit that you really like hugs and cuddling but your shyness prevented you from being able to voice it

" I see, an interesting concept you've rbought to me. Please feel free to explain more"

Albedo is curious by your answer and would probably even take notes on your shyness. It's for research he claims but he's really just intrigued with every aspect of his partner, including their shyness. His uses these little notes to pinpoint whenever his partner wants something but there too shy to voice it

But he lets you know that you don't have to be nervous asking him. Even if he wasn't too high in physical affection, he would still gladly give you a hug

Going forward, he starts to look out for the little signs that you're craving a hug. And once he notices those tiny signals, he gets up from his desk putting aside his research documents, and pulls you into a hug. It's an unspoken thing but something that means a lot to you and Albedo won't lie, he may start to crave your hugs as well

Aether

He's a little shy too, poor baby gets flustered at the easiest of things

Aether really likes cuddles as well, and at some points, he initiates it himself because he's a little touch-starved and craves your touch

But he's also a little worried because he thought you didn't like cuddles that much. Now imagine his surprise when he learns that you actually love cuddles

Though he's probably oblivious to your shyness, he just thinks that you're not that much of a touchy person. And he respects your boundaries. He doesn't bring it up either, Aether doesn't want to come off as rude.

How he found out was all thanks to Paimon. Similar to Albedo, Paimon starts to notice the little things you do when you're craving a hug from Aether. Paimon has also noticed Aether's little shyness when it comes to it as well. Along with his obliviousness- And she points it out to him causally the next day

Aether kinda just goes "oh" and blinks

He tries to boost your confidence, reminding you that you can hug him whenever you like. He's not going to judge you! He really likes to cuddle too

" I promise I won't judge you, I really like hugs too y/n, dont hesitate to ask-!"

Aether finds your shyness to be adorable! After finding out that you like hugs, he started to give you a lot throughout the day. A morning hug before he leaves for a commission hug. Hey, I just picked some berries, wanna hug?

Cuddles and hugs become one of his favorites quickly

Childe

Pls, he probably won't even notice because he likes to cuddle with you all the time whenever he gets the chance. This also benefits you cause you're still getting cuddles

But somehow he still figures out, and man- he is a tease about it AND he is really sweet. In a very teasing voice, he would reassure you that you don't have to be shy about asking. Little words of encouragement slowly break you away from your shyness. But Childe always finds it really adorable too- He'll gladly indulge you with a hug, after all, he likes cuddling too. It's a win

" Ojou-chan, don't be shy~!"

But he'll never admit that your love for cuddles is a blessing for him. He could literally embrace you for hours if granted the opportunity. But he also just likes to be held by you. It is rare to see him vulnerable and he would only have complete trust in you to allow you to see in him such a state. In those moments he just wants a hug :(

He also takes note of little signals that hint you want a hug from him. And when he sees those hints he has a sly playful smirk

" Y/n do you want a hug from me~?" Due to your shyness, you get flustered whenever he calls. you out on it but he still gives you that hug in the end so you can't really argue.

Kaeya

He is a jerk about it

Teasingly like Childe but worse

You ended up telling your boyfriend how much you adore and love cuddling after you failed to muster up the courage to ask for some.

Comments about your shyness all the time whenever you try to tell him that you want a hug.

" You must really like my hugs, don't be shy y/n, I don't bite"

Kaeya just likes to see you flustered

But Kaeya also cares deeply about his lover, after some teasing comments and pools of blushes he'll give you the hug you want. He'll never actually make fun of you or make you seem weak/inferior because of your shyness

He adores it a lot and finds himself smiling whenever you shyly ask for some cuddles. He finds it cute!

Whenever he doesn't see you for long periods of time, except that the first thing he does when his eye lands on you is to pull you into a hug. " Did you miss me y/n?" He asks as he snuggles closer to you

Yes, he can be an ass about it, but in reality, he's sweet and will give you the cuddles you deserve.

#genshin impact #genshin impact imagines #genshin impact x reader #genshin impact headcanons #Albedo x reader #genshin Albedo #genshin albedo x reader #aether x reader #genshin aether #genshin aether x reader #childe x reader #genshin childe #genshin childe x reader #Kaeya x reader #genshin Kaeya #genshin Kaeya x reader

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quietmyfearswith · 4 years

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where our demons hide {dark!tony stark x fem!reader}

where our demons hide {dark!tony stark x fem!reader} part 1

status — ongoing series

warnings — non-con turns into dub-con, oral sex (giving & receiving), name-calling, swearing, porn with a bit of plot, dark!tony stark, unprotected penetrative sex (pls dont do this, use protection!)

word count — 3,205

a/n — so i’m not gonna lie this is a little self-indulgent and this was an idea i somehow had after reading a few fics/drabbles with the same premise. this will be a dark series featuring not only tony stark but also the other male avengers. i’m also considering on making a separate dark series featuring the female avengers with the same concept. also!!! infinity war, civil war, and endgame did not happen (totally not bc everything went downhill from there & i hate it but because it just would be more fitting for the story) and that tony & pepper are not in a relationship in here bc in this house we do not condone cheating. & this is my first ever time writing smut so feedback would be very much appreciated :>

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“Boss lady, you heading out already?” John asked as he knocked on the outside of my office door. Seeing him with his bag strap over his shoulder, it made me turn back my attention briefly to the desk clock I had, my eyes widening in shock as I noticed how it was already a quarter to 9. “Jesus, has it been that long?” I said to him and to myself in disbelief.

John chuckled as he approached my desk and moved some files out of the way and sat down, “Well time sure does fly when you’re working your ass off.” I threw my head back, trying to rub off of the exhaustion off of my eyes, agreeing with him by saying, “As the head of the research department, I don’t think I have time to slack off and mess around.”

As I looked into his eyes, I felt that he was conflicted — that he did want to help me furthermore, but there was also this part of him that wanted nothing but to spend a night out and enjoy himself and afterwards proceed with crashing into his bed. He inched closer to me, “You need to take a break though. Your report is like, 90% done, and that it is extremely well-detailed and comprehensive. I’m sure the mighty heroes of the world will understand if you go home now, rest and enjoy for the weekend, and come back on Monday to finish it up.”

“Do you think that these mighty heroes of the world always have the option to take a break on the weekends and come back to the job on Monday?” I sassed back as I moved my attention from him back to my computer, searching for more essential information for the team’s next mission. John, not taking a hint that I had already wasted time by talking to him, scooted closer and said, “Well for one, your work does not involve travelling suspects and mercenaries. You’re computer ain’t going anywhere, you know?” as he brushed a strand of hair that has fallen from my ponytail as he explained, “I just don’t want you to overwork yourself. I really care about you, Y/N.”

Creating some distance between me and him, I looked at him pointedly and told him, “I get that you may be worried about how I overwork myself, but I’m okay. If it ever gets too much, I will take a break. Now, if you’ll excuse me, I need to finish this research and report so that I can go home and get some rest. Unless you’ll help me in accomplishing this task, then I suggest that you just leave.”

John looked like he was in disbelief, but he quickly masked up what he felt and just walked away from my desk and awkwardly waved as he headed for the door. “What a bitch..” I heard him mumble lowly, not having enough strength to say it directly in my face — for in doing so could get him fired.

Following John’s departure, I was able to work peacefully and productively. Gathering and verifying information, confirm tipped intelligence, compiling these into an extensive and coherent report. As I was re-reading once more the final product of my long hours of labor and hard work, I stretched my arms up, hoping to provide some relief to my aching back.

“Mr. Stark would like to ask if he can swing by your office, Ms. Y/n,” the voice of the A.I. startled me briefly, but it somehow also brought me back to my senses. Wanting to look decent and not like I was mere minutes away from passing out, I quickly removed the hair tie from my ponytail, fixing up my hair as I replied to Friday, “Yeah, he can come up.” As I was done attempting to look presentable, it wasn’t even a minute until I heard the office door open and the man himself, Tony Stark, did walk in — wearing a tight dri fit shirt and sweatpants.

“Good evening Mr. Stark, was there anything I can help you out with?” I watched as he walked around the office, as if he was checking out if everything was in place — as if he had been there before and was making sure that things were the way he once envisioned. He settled down on an office chair, opposite from where I was sitting down.

Putting his chin on his hand as he crossed his legs, he stared at me curiously and intensely as he informed me about his sudden visit, “Was walking around the office wing when Friday informed me that you were the only employee left in the building. So I thought I’d drop by and see as to what was the reason as to why you were still working late and not going about with your weekend plans.”

I let out a sigh I did not know I was holding — probably out of relief that I was not in trouble — before sharing with him the reason, “I was just finishing up the final touches on the researched information for your mission next week.” He looked interested in that and rose to his feet and made his way to where I was sitting. “You mind if I take a look?”

I shook my head no and started to get up from my seat, when he placed his left hand on my shoulder, pulling me down to remain seated. “Stay,” he requested as his right hand operated the mouse in order to inspect the document opened on my computer, “I might have some remarks or questions about what you have researched.”

Beginning to feel a bit of uneasiness, I tried to fill him in about some parts I thought he was confused or curious about — judging by how he spent some time longer on certain pages compared to the others. “You did a good job, Y/N. Without a doubt next week’s mission would have already failed without what you have done.”

Avoiding his look and our close proximity, I shrugged off the compliment by responding, “Um, thank you. But it wasn’t just me, you know? Some other researchers also helped, I merely just organized and arranged it, Mr. Stark.” His hand still on my shoulder moved to turn me so I was facing him, he sat down on my desk and begged to differ, “I don’t think you would have been the overall head of the research department if all you did was compile shit, right?”

Fiddling with my fingers, I halfheartedly agreed with what he said. Looking up, I saw him cross his arms and his face lit up, as if he had remembered something he forgot to mention. “Which reminds me, I do need your help in researching something. Think you can handle it?” I was able to conceal my surprise, what was it he needed help with? And most importantly, why would he tell me about it now? There are procedures if an Avenger needs something to be researched relating to their work. But I could not bring myself to question him, so instead I buried those doubts in the back of my head.

“T-That would depend, I guess? What is it about? And w-when do you need it to be completed?” I couldn’t help but scold myself for coming out as timid and scared. He uncrossed his arms and checked his wrist watch while he answered, “I need it to be completed tonight. Possibly into the morning. It depends.”

My jaw dropped in shock and astonishment. Does he seriously think that a research can be completed in mere hours? But if I had wanted to keep this job, then I had to comply with what he wanted. “I think that it would be a challenge to do so, but yeah. I guess it can be doable. What would the research be about?” I managed to blurt out and started to roll up the sleeves of my white, long-sleeved blouse and preparing to type on the computer.

However, Tony held my hands and placed it in my lap, preventing me from moving towards the computer and looked at me deeply, “It’s gonna be about you, Y/N.” I once again found myself dumbfounded and speechless. Opening my mouth I stammered out, “W-What? Mr. Stark, what do you mean?”

He chuckled as he brushed the strands of hair that had covered a portion of my face. One of his hands stroking my cheek while the other had a firm hold on both my hands situated at my lap, he calmly said, “It’s gonna be about you, baby. I wanna get to know you better. Let’s start with me finding out what it is you’re hiding underneath all these clothes, hm?”

As he guided me onto my feet and pushed me against the office table, his lips grazed my ear and he kissed it lightly and whispered, “I like the way you call me Mr. Stark, makes me feel powerful.” His kisses started to descend, his lips leaving a trail in my neck as his hands started to caress my waist. Snapping out of my frozen state, I somehow managed to speak up and attempt to push him away from me, “Mr. Stark, please don’t do this. Please, stop”

With one hand, he quickly grabbed both of my hands and placed it behind my back. His other hand wrapped around my throat, just where his lips were and hissed out, “Why do you want me to stop, Y/N? Do you not like this, baby?” I shook my head, telling him I did not in fact like where this was going. He scoffed, “I think you do. You like the idea of someone taking you in your office, the place where you spend most of your days in. Can’t imagine you getting laid frequently with how busy you are, baby.”

Tears were slowly streaming down my face, trying to wiggle away from the hero that everyone adored and respected. He pushed his body into mine, causing me to stumble which he used to his advantage by lifting me up and sitting me down on the desk. His legs wrapping around mine, effectively trapping me, he lifted my jaw and looked into me as he smirked and said, “Tell you what, if I search you up down there and find that you aren’t wet, I’ll let you go. Think that’s fair, baby?”

He did not even wait for me to answer as he made quick work of removing my skirt as he knelt down on the floor. After unzipping my skirt and discarding it to the floor, he chuckled upon seeing that I was wearing red, lace panties. “For someone who claims to not want this, you sure as hell came prepared.” His hands were then fondling my thighs as he kissed both my kneecaps and requested, “Open those legs, baby girl.” I shook my head and tried to cover my intimate area with both my hands. This evidently displeased the billionaire as he harshly placed his hands on my knees and threatened me by saying, “Unless you want to walk away jobless, then I suggest that you fucking open your legs.”

Filled with fear and horror, I reluctantly opened my legs and showed him my lower half. He showed his appreciation by chuckling darkly and immediately ripping off my panties. Just as I gasped with what he did with my piece of clothing, he brought one hand to my entrance and scooped some of the juices that my body was involuntarily producing. “Well what do you know, you’re not just wet. You’re soaking wet,” he bragged as he used his other grab my leg and stretched it out sideways, giving him more room to work with. “Time to start our research on you, baby.”

As he slowly inserted two of his thick fingers, I could not hold back the whimper as he ruthlessly moved his finger in and out of me. “Please, Mr. Stark, don’t do this.” I pleaded, hoping that his conscience would slap him and somehow get him to stop. But shortly after saying that, I let out a moan of pleasure as I felt his tongue lick my bundle of nerves.

“Just stop resisting, baby,” With his mouth still attached to my pussy lips, he used his other hand to fondle my thighs — hoping to rub off the tension within me. I threw my head back as he thrusted his fingers hard and sucked hard enough that I forgot my earlier concerns of how I was at first reluctant in giving in to him. I threaded my fingers into his hair, pushing his face closer, urging him to continue with what he was doing. He complied and proceeded to focus his sucking my little nub while he added another finger inside before managing to go at even a faster pace than he previously was.

“Fuck,” I exclaimed, “I’m close.” Right after saying that, Mr. Stark abruptly stopped his actions. I looked at him, and there he was licking off the residual juices off of his fingers.”Can’t have you finishing just on my fingers, baby. Has to happen with me inside you. But before that,” he stood up and pulled down his sweatpants and briefs, “Show me how talented your hands and mouth are first, baby.”

Before I could even process what he said, my body responded to the words that just left his mouth and I was pushing him away in order to make room for me to work and dropped down on my knees. Despite being of average length, I took note of how he had an incredible girth. With one hand fondling his balls, the other swiped the precum that was leaking out and spread it around the tip. He let out a loud groan as I then opened my mouth and captured his length.

“Yes, that’s a good girl, baby,” he complimented me while stroking my hair and later on gathering it all up in order for him to control the pace and speed of how I was sucking him. I glanced up at him just as I started gagging around his cock and fondling the rest that failed to fit in my mouth. “Do I taste good, baby?” he teased me while probably noticing that I was struggling not only to fit his entire length in my mouth, but also to please him.

A gurgled yes was the only reply that I managed to get out and he suddenly pulled out of my mouth and quickly put me back into my feet. He ripped off the blouse that I was wearing and briskly unclasped my bra. I watched him intently as he sat down on the swivel chair where I spent most of my working hours on and called out for me, “As much as I love how you please me with your mouth, it would be a waste to not cum inside you. So come over here and ride me,” he demanded as he patted his thighs.

I slowly began to walk over him and climbed over his legs. His smirk widened upon seeing me slowly get into position to ride him — with one of my hands holding onto his shoulder and the other one holding his cock up, I sank down onto him fully. The action might have taken the superhero back as both his hands flew into grasping on my hips and he threw his head back in pleasure.

Moving in slow, circular motions I found myself moaning and panting loudly, breathing out words of praise that had stroke the ego of the superhero. He brought his hand to my clit and he rubbed me fast enough that got me to stop riding him because of how intense the pleasure was. Mr. Stark’s dissatisfaction with what I did was made evident by him slapping my ass with enough force to push my chest into his and reprimanding me, “Did I fucking tell you to stop? No! So keep riding me, you fucking whore!”

I let out a whimper as he once again slapped my ass cheek and rubbed me even harder and faster. Placing both my hands near his collarbone, I began to ride him even faster and started to feel the release begging to come out. This pleased him as he stopped his assault on my ass and began to twist and pull on my nipples. The simulation proved to be too much for me that my head fell into the side of his neck and I began to trail kisses on there and suddenly let out a loud scream as I had suddenly reached my climax.

“Fucking hell, you’ve become even more tighter,” Mr. Stark sounded like he too was already on the verge of reaching his climax. Both his hands then met my hips once more and he started to bounce myself on his cock, disregarding that I could have been sensitive, hoping to finish inside of me. “I told you that you wanted this. That you needed to be fucked hard. So much for the “I don’t want this bullshit,” huh baby?” He mocked me as he noticed the stray tears that were falling on my cheeks as I felt that the stimulation was too much.

“I bet I can make you cum again. That by the time I release my load deep inside you, you will also be creaming over yourself.” His overconfidence was once again being made evident and determined to make his statement true, he began to wrap his mouth around my nipple and one of his fingers was shoved right into my asshole. It might have been the sudden intrusion on my backside, or the feeling of his warm tongue on my nipple, or the fact that his cock was being rammed in and out of me at a dangerously quick pace, but I found myself squirting all over both of our legs.

“Fuck, baby, that’s a good girl,” he moaned out as I also felt him release his juices inside of me. He stopped his licking, fingering, and maneuvering of my body as he wrapped his arms around me and pulled my head to lay down on his chest. We both took this time in order to calm down and catch our breaths. His one hand was playing with my hair while the other lightly ran up and down my spine.

With his cock planted still deeply in me, he made me look into his eyes as his hard and demanding tone vanished and instead was replaced with a soft voice accompanied with a gentle look in his eyes as he said, “You did very well in accompanying and complying with my research, baby.”

His praise made me smile and I once again placed my head by his shoulder and briefly closed my eyes — still not having fully recovered from our sexual activity — when what he said caused me once again to be speechless and shocked, “Get ready because in a few minutes I’ll once again be conducting research. But I was thinking about conducting it in a different venue.”

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khadij-al-kubra · 6 years

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Persephone & Hades AU...

For your consideration, and bearing in mind that the original myth is not really all that toxic at all and is not a show of Stockholm syndrome...

The “””Kidnapping””” of Persephone:

Logan as Hades-

Bespectacled Ruler of the Underworld

Takes his job very seriously (wears a black and blue necktie with his long silky black robes)

Cold pale skin and intelligent grey eyes with slicked back black hair. Looks scarier and meaner than he actually is. (although he can have a bit of a temper if pushed and will have loud sharp outbursts of “FALSEHOOD!”)

Very logical and methodical in how he rules the underworld and keeps the souls passing through organized. Like he’s got the judgement thing down to a T! But despite his cold demeanor he’s actually very generous and kind at heart. He just recognizes the importance of his work and in remaining just yet impartial

Sucker for dogs, hence why he has a three headed one. He just wishes he had more time to play with Cerberus, but alas ruling the dead alone takes up a lot of ones time.

Has a sweet tooth and often indulges in jams made from the pomegranates that grow in his realm.

Is on decent enough relations with his brothers (Emile as Poseidon and Deceit as Zeus), although he STILL thinks that Deceit cheated in their straw draws, but let it go because he’s actually best suited as the more organized brother for ruling the dead.

Is secretly very lonely. Once in a blue moon he’ll sneak up to the surface for fresh air and sunlight. One day he spots a certain someone in a flower field who takes his breath away. (can you blame him, i mean that smile! )

Patton as Persephone-

Supreme flower child! (flowy sky blue clothes, grass green eyes, sun-kissed freckly skin and wheat colored curls, barefoot, flower crown)

Loves gardening, animals, and helping his father Demeter (Roman) with the changing seasons. Loves Roman to bits....He just wishes he wasn’t so overprotective. Like come ON dad, i’m a grown god, i can look after myself. I don’t run off on my own THAT much!

Is protective and loving towards most all forms of life and tries to see the good in each and every soul, both mortal and god/goddess #momfriendtothemax

Unless given reason to feel otherwise. Then...weeeell at the least he’ll give you a stern talking to but at worst...lets just say you DONT want to get on the bad side of someone who can grow massive and sharp thorn bushes and effect earthquakes when pushed too far. XO

Sometimes gets bored with the same old routine with Roman and wishes to get away and see something new from time to time. Maybe have some quiet time to make his own floral crafts and garden peacefully for fun and not work.

Often sneaks off when Roman is busy and goes wandering along dirt paths, sit under or climb a tree, or frolic in the flowers.

Roman as Demeter -

God of the Harvest, but like, EXTRA in all ways shape or form. (”we can top last years crop no problem, MORE WHEAT STALKS!” “No dad, we can’t, then there’ll be too much in this region and not enough for the next.” “LONGER SUMMER!!” “No! Bad idea dad! That’ll throw the seasons off”)

Often dresses in flowing gold threaded and sunset colored robes, but will change ensemble to match the seasons.

Enjoys watching the goings ons of the mortals, they’re just so entertaining! Especially is fond of traveling thespians and will bless the harvest of wherever they perform in.

Loves his son more than anything and has him help in godly duties because it keeps him close so he can keep an eye on Patton MUST KEEP PRECIOUS BAB SAFE!!!

Stubborn (but will never own up to it)

Virgil as Charon-

In charge of Ferrying souls across the River Styx

Doesn’t mind his job all that much but is #done with soooo many of these complaining, noisy and often rude or entitled souls. (like, NO dude, i don’t care who you were ruler of in the living world. Its two coins for passage like everyone else buddy!)

Really just wants a nap (often tries to hit up Remy a.k.a. Morpheus but he shows up late ALL the time)

Is actually very compassionate and gentle. He tries to ease the fears of souls who he sees are younger or were genuinely good in life or died in unfair ways.

Lives for the dark skull & bones aesthetic

Master of snark

Plays chess with Logan when either of them have some rare down time

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One day Roman and Patton are off doing their nature godly duties, and Roman is nagging his son about the proper way to harvest corn. (”Yes father, i know how to do it. you’ve only told me like a hundred times” “well i just want to make sure to remind you and that you don’t cut yourself on the sickle”)

Patton sneaks off one day to pick flowers since it’ll probably be the last bloom before autumn sets. Suddenly he sees a curious crack in the ground and ambles over to it to take a look. (”what sort of creature could’ve made this deep thing?”) He leans in too far however and pulls an Alice in Wonderland.

Turns out that crack was made by Logan. Apparently he’d become so deeply smitten by Patton that he went to his older brother Deceit/Zeus for advice. (Yes he was a dick and a little shit at times-although took his duties seriously when need be-and tricked many of his lovers into bed, but Emile didn’t have nearly as much love experience as their elder brother & Logan was desperate)

Deceit had actually been pleased when his too serious brother told him that he’d fallen for the spring god. His advice to Logan had been to simply kidnap Patton and either bed him then woo him or woo him and then bed him. Logan, of course, didn’t listen because that was the stupidest idea ever! (”what under earth was i thinking? This is the guy who turned himself into a cygnini in order to copulate with a woman behind his wife’s back.”) Besides, he was too painfully shy and socially awkward to try wooing. (He worked with the dead for crying out loud, not the best circumstances for practicing social skills)

He did however create a crack in the ground so he could sneak peeks at Patton from below the earth and admire him from afar. However, he’d been called back on an emergency and forgot to close one particular crack up before leaving again.

So sufficed to say, he was fairly shocked when he suddenly heard screaming above him one day. He looked up to find one Patton falling towards him and just caught him in his arms in time. (BLUSH CITY ON BOTH PARTS)

Patton thanks Logan but is admittedly miffed at him when he learns Logan was the one who’d made that crack in the ground. “What were you thinking leaving a big hole in the earth like that? Some poor oblivious mortal or animal could’ve fallen into it and gotten hurt!” “Apologies I-it was a foolish oversight on my part. i-I certainly hope you are uninjured?”

After a while Patton forgives him when he sees how truly sorry this (admittedly) scary and stern looking god is. (lest we forget he’s one of the big three) And Logan is honestly just trying not to show how flustered he is. i mean Patton is there in his realm! They both realize the crack is far too high up for Patton to get back out through right away. So Logan offers to have Patton stay in his palace until he can fetch his assistant Virgil/Charon to help Patton back up the next day. IN HIS OWN QUARTERS, OF COURSE! Logan says blushing, trying to be a gentleman. Patton agrees, promising upon Logan’s request to only follow one rule: “You must NOT eat anything”. Strange, but okay. Besides, it’ll be nice getting a break from his father. And it’s just for one night, right? (WRONG!)

Patton ends up having to wait longer than he realized because both Logan and Virgil are super busy with ferrying and judging souls. So he wanders around the Underworld. (of course he is marked with untouchable safety from almost everything as a guest of Logan)

One night however Patton finds himself stumbling upon a sparse garden. He’s surprised that anything is capable of growing down there in the realm of the dead, but even more shocked by the poor state of it. “Really, just look at the se rose bushes. They’re so brittle!” (it’s not Logan’s fault. He’s a busy boi. plus the god of the dead doesn’t exactly have a green thumb) Really the only thing flourishing down there is a single Pomegranate tree. The fruits on it look so red and shiny and juicy and...well...whats the worst that could happen if he eats just a few seeds?

Of course if you know the myth, it means now Patton cant leave. Because, well, greek god realm rules. Sufficed to say, Patton is pretty miffed that Logan hadn’t thought to tell him why he shouldn’t eat the darn fruit in the first place. Logan is greatly frustrated at Patton because a) he didn’t listen, and b) he actually has a point there and he does NOT like being wrong. Still, nothing to be done about it now.

Over time they cool off and apologize to each other. Patton’s still kind of mad though because now he can’t go home at all if he wanted too, but he recognizes that Logan wasn’t forcing him to stay on purpose. So he get’s over it and tries to make the best out of the situation. At least he can finally get away from Roman’s nagging for a while.

* Meanwhile in the living world, a frantic and angry Roman raises hell. “WHERE IS MY BOOOOYYYYY?!?!?!?!?!?!?” (Thebes did not have a good crop that year)

While in the Underworld Patton starts talking to some souls, listening to their stories and offering kind and comforting words. Which as it turns out makes them more at ease and willing to go for judgement as they pass on. Logan’s fondness for Patton grows as he witnesses these acts of compassion and kindness. He also comes to respect Patton when he sees just how fierce he can be in the face of those who’d been cruel or unjust in life. ”I’m sorry, you did what to how many people!? and NOW you’ve got the nerve to demand entrance into Elysium young man!? Logan, hold my flower.” “Fret not Patton. I have your bougainvillea.” (art link for this scene)

Meanwhile Patton cant help but notice that, although he’s stern and serious on the outside, Logan is actually a very gentle god deep down. (he picks up on this from the soft tone of Logan’s voice as he speaks to souls being judged who’d suffered in life, or the way he reassures the more anxious ones with facts and logic about the afterlife that set them at eases “it’s not all punishment and Tartarus you know. Statistically few souls on the grand scale are malign enough to enter there. The Asphodel Meadows are quite pleasant, I assure you.”)

Logan works so hard and tirelessly at his often depressing job, but never acts mean or harsh unless a soul is nasty or rude or was truly evil, and Patton gains an admiration of him for that. (besides, he is actually quite handsome and beautiful in a cold distant way, like the stars and moonlight on a midsummers night) Patton also sees what a softie Logan can be when he’s playing with Cerberus. (”Who’s my excellent tri-headed canine? Who is a good demon dog?”) Patton gushes and of course Cerberus and Patton LOVE each other. Watching Patton play with the big dog becomes Logan’s newest favorite thing. (”By the gods Virgil, it is too precious to process!”)

Sometimes Patton will keep Logan company when there’s a lull in souls. He’ll tell Logan about all the different places he’s seen and what mortals are like when still alive. Logan meanwhile will often go into rants about the fascinating bits of knowledge he’s accumulated over the years from souls who’ve lived full lives. Logan enjoys having someone who enjoys listening to him (not that Virgil isn’t a respectful listener, but Logan sometimes wonders if he only does is because he’s his boss) And Patton really likes being able to share his own opinions and ideas without condescendingly albeit gently being told, (“no, no, my silly sweet boy. This is the right way to do it. Now eat your cereal, you need the fiber sweet pea”) Having picked up some of the mortal’s sense of humor, Patton is very much a fan of word play and LOVES making puns. Logan is...less than amused by them. However, the first time he makes Patton laugh with a clever quip (about Virgil or one of the more disgruntled souls) he swore the whole Underworld actually lit up. He treasures every time he can make that precious god laugh and smile.

Heck, even Virgil warms up to Patton and actually becomes VERY protective of the spring god. Patton sees through to his anxious softie center and enjoys talking to Virgil who is a very good listener. Meanwhile Virgil finds Patton’s sunny disposition refreshing and his warm presence calming. Patton will often keep Virgil company, but can’t always bring himself to follow when he has to ride across the River Styx. The memories and voices coming off the water just make him too sad.

Virgil ends up playing wingman for Logan. He tells Logan how Patton’s been a bit down in the dumps and recommends Logan cheer him up with a present. “That is an excellent idea Virgil, but what? What could possibly be good enough for that sweet honeysuckle?” “Well you’ve spied on him enough times- and don’t try to deny it boss- what does he like?”

Sufficed to say, Patton LOVES his surprise underworld garden that Logan had worker rigorously on creating for him. He knows it couldn’t have been easy. Of course, being the god of the dead, Logan cannot maintain the garden and Patton is more than happy to have free creative reign over it. He giddily catches Logan in a big hug, and is pleased when a blushing Logan returns the heartfelt embrace, pressing a tender kiss to Patton’s forehead. Then he takes a blushing Patton’s hands in his.

”Patton, my honeysuckle, sunshine of my heart...I cannot contain it any longer. For so long you’ve been the object of my affection, but over the course of our time together down here, although the circumstances had been less than idea, my love for you has only deepened. Would you perhaps...although I am not worthy of you...would you consider marrying me, and ruling the Underworld by my side?” By now Patton is blushing like crazy and in tears because, although he’d been mad at Logan for getting him stuck down there at first, he realizes that he’s come to deeply love the dark god too. Logan worries that he’s crossed a line but then Patton beams and looks up at him with tears in his eyes. “Oh Lo-lo, my brilliant beautiful lobelia blossom, I-” BAM!

Cue a properly pissed off Roman crashing down to the Underworld. He’s also got Deceit/Zeus with him by the ear. “AHA! So THIS is where you’ve been keeping my precious boy!” “Deceit, you told him!?” “He got it out of me. Sorry, not Sorry. I may be the ruler of the gods, but Roman is quite -ow- convincing when angry.”

Roman rushes over to Patton and they embrace, because although it was nice having time to himself Patton did miss his beloved father. After Roman fusses over Patton-“Are you alright? Are you hurt? have you been eating properly?” “yes, yes, i’m fine father. I promise!”- Roman unleashes verbal hell on, well, the god of hell. He reprimands Logan for kidnapping his son, but Patton quickly comes to Logan’s defense saying that it wasn’t his fault and the whole thing had been an accident, not a kidnapping. When he hears the whole story Roman does calm down a bit, and is admittedly happy to see Patton so happily in love as well. (he may be a helicopter parent, but the god of the harvest is quite the romantic at heart and loves seeing Patton so happy. Even if he doesn’t think the doom and gloom Logan is good enough for his precious little sunflower)

But upon finding out about the pomegranate sees he practically begs Logan to release him so that Patton can come back to the land of the living with him. (besides, he does still need him to help with the seasons and crops) Logan apologizes, saying it’s impossible and there’s nothing he can do. He just doesn’t have that kind of power. Then all three hear Deceit clear his throat.

“Ahem. God of gods speaking, and if you’re all done blubbering, i may have a solution.” So he tells them that there may be a loophole he can work around. He’ll give Logan his blessing to marry Patton, who will also be allowed to go back upworld with Roman, but on the condition that Patton spends part of the year co-ruling the Underworld. He tells them that for the number of pomegranate seeds that Patton ate, he’ll be obligated to spend a month with Logan. “Well darling, how many seeds did you eat?” They all look at Patton expectantly. Technically Patton only at 3 seeds, but heckitty heck, he really wants more time with Logan than three months. And frankly, he enjoyed the idea of getting some time away from Roman too, bless him but he cannot face so much nagging again!

He lies and says six. Only six seeds. Because it’s not like anyone was there to see him or could know. Weeeell maybe the all seeing god of gods, but Deceit just winks and smirks at Patton, pressing a finger in secrecy to his lips behind Logan and Roman’s backs. So it’s agreed that Patton will spend the summer and spring half of the year in the Living world with Roman and the fall and winter half ruling the Underworld with Logan.

Before he goes back up with Roman though, Patton and Logan are wed. It’s Logan’s first and only time back to Olympus (he forgot how bright and noisy it was up there!) and all the greek gods and goddesses bear witness to their union. Even Virgil is granted a short vacation to be the witness of honor for his two favorite immortals. As it turns out the months apart end up being good for Roman as well as Patton. He gets a lot more work done now that he isn’t constantly fretting (actively anyways) over Patton or keeping him out of trouble or from wandering.

When they consummate their marriage for the first time, hoooboi! Logan’s so bashful but respectful (never having been with any other being before, mortal or immortal) and Patton thinks its adorably sweet. Having been topside, well, lets just say Patton snuck off every now and then when he could to “frolic” with a few naiads and mortals he found sweet or lovely. So he ends up being a thorough teacher to Logan. Turns out they’re quite compatible in more ways than one ;)

Patton ends up being a fantastic co-king of the underworld. Heck, he’s even incorporated the new job into his aesthetic (he always wears a crown of flowers and bird skulls in the Underworld) and, as it turns out, can be even scarier than Logan! Only when some foolish soul makes him mad or gets on his bad side. So none do. And with the souls being more behaved it takes the pressure off of Virgil and Logan a LOT. But for the most part Patton remains a sweet, kind and benevolent co-ruler to the dead souls, and balances out Logan’s stricter judgements quite well. Logan now has a bit more breather time to read and play with Cerberus since he’s not the only one in charge of the whole Underworld anymore. And he and Patton LOVE spending time together in Patton’s dark yet flourishing underworld garden!

Patton is always so happy to go back to the Living world with Roman when winter’s over. Of course he hates leaving Logan and misses him. Logan doesn’t do a very good job of hiding his sadness and tears, but understands. He does get a bit clingy their last nights though. (he becomes a kissy snuggly fiend) Virgil always promises Patton that he’ll take care of Logan while he’s gone. But Patton is a child of the earth and he does tend to miss the sunshine and his father. So he get’s back to work with a newfound exuberance, making the flowers grow, spending time with Roman and frolicking about the world. He always does his best to bring back a new scroll or star map for Logan, who treasures every gift and is slowly building a library for himself.

Sufficed to say, the decades pass by, Logan and Patton attentively fulfill their godly duties, and remain happily and devotedly in love with one another.

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seasinkarnadine · 6 years

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TW: PANIC ATTACK, PTSD

It's a warm afternoon and sunlight streams in through the windows of Castle Brightmoon. It's a rare moment of calm, and Adora is indulging in it by reading a book and sitting with her favorite people in the world. Glimmer and Bow are playing a puzzle game together on a handheld console, occasionally chuckling out loud and gasping soft exclamations to one another. Sometimes another patron of the reading room will give them a glare if they're too loud, but they always apologize and reduce their volume.

Catra is pretending to be asleep on the other end of the bench Adora is sitting on. Her eyes are closed, but whenever Bow or Glimmer make a noise Catra’s ears swivel in their direction. Adora almost reaches out to stroke Catra's calf (which is pressed against Adora's thigh), but pulls her hand back. Things are still a little tense between them.

Event hough Catra's decided to leave the Horde, she also hasn't committed to the Rebellion.

Adora's enjoying Catra's presence and the sun on her back when a sudden pressing heat sweeps across her skin.

“Good girl. That's a very good girl!” There's a woman in a red robe praising a toddler for sharing some of her snack. Perfectly innocent activity. They aren't even being loud.

Adora’s vision starts to tunnel.

“Adora.” Catra's voice is sharp, it cuts through the haze That's settling over her.

“Get on the ground. NOW.”

She does, but it's even more ungrateful than usual. She slips off the edge of the bench and hits the the floor, hard. A distant part of her thinks she's probably bruised her tail bone.

Her frantic heart slows marginally.

“Come here, baby girl.” The woman coos from across the room.

Her heart rate rockets.

Her vision tunnels.

“Adora? Adora? What's happening to her?” The voices sound like they're underwater. She tries to turn to see who's speaking, but she can't.

She feels a hand on her shoulder and it's like a vice. The world is pressing in on her and she can't breathe.

“Don't touch her.” A voice snarls, and the pressure on her shoulder releases.

“Make that woman leave-- now!”

“But wh--”

“Do what I said.” the voice hisses.

Cold sweat beads across her skin, dripping down her forehead. She's shaking and she can't move, she can't breathe, she can barely hear anything over the roar of static.

She is sure she is dying.

She's terrified.

And then Catra is there.

She says something but Adora can't hear her. Her mismatched eyes hold none of their usual fire, are instead unexpectedly gentle. She reaches out and grabs Adora's hand and she takes it for the lifeline that it is and squeezes.

Adora can't hear any words but Catra's tone is soothing.

The pressure eases as suddenly as it arrived.

Adora sucks in air and this time it seems her lungs obey, filling her with much needed oxygen. The blackness in her eyes clear and the sounds of the world come back in a rush.

A sob wracks her chest.

"Hey, Adora." Catra's smile could power a city.

Still shaking like a leaf, Adora reaches out and grabs her, fisting her fingers in Catra's hair and jumpsuit and pulling. They collide. If Catra minds the rough treatment she doesn't say anything.

“You big dummy. You're okay. It's okay.” She soothes, a hand rubbing circles on Adora's back.

“Hey, I got the juice and the snack bar,” Bow says softly. Adora pulls back, hot shame lancing through her.

“Hey, Bow! How--how are you? You have some snacks? It is about time for an afternoon snack--” She tries to get up again but Catra keeps her rooted with a hand on her forearm. Normally Adora could throw her off no problem, but right now she feels like she's gone 10 consecutive rounds in the training arena and then been run over by a tank.

“Sit. Stay.”

Adora opens her mouth to argue--

“Please?”

And Catra never says please, not to anyone, not for anything. Adora shuts her mouth.

Catra glances at Bow, then back to Adora.

“Do you want me to send him away?” She asks.

“Hey, I'm right here--”

“No, no, thank you.” Catra looks at her for a moment longer and Adora holds her gaze, trying to show that she's sure, that she's strong.

Without looking away Catra holds her hand out to Bow, and he gives her the snack bar. Her claws make short work of the wrapping.

“I need you to eat this.” Catra says, holding out a nutrient bar. Tentatively Adora reaches out and takes it. She takes a bite and chews it carefully, eyes locked onto Catra's.

When she's done with that Catra makes her drink the juice. As she's finishing the last of it off, Glimmer reappears.

“I cleared the hallway.” She says, her voice clipped.

“Okay, Adora. I'm going to pick you up now. We're going to your room.”

“What!?” She shouts, drawing the attention of several reading room patrons. Or have they been staring this whole time? She flushes again, and when she next speaks it is in a hissed whisper.

“You are not carrying me. I am fine.”

Catra raises her eyebrows, clearly not buying it, but she backs up regardless.

“Adora, are you sure you--” Glimmer starts.

“Yep! Fine! Just… gotta get to my room.” Take a little nap. maybe a big nap. She is exhausted.

“Do… do you want us to come, too?” Glimmer asks. Adora opens her mouth to say no, but at the looks of undisguised compassion on their faces she exhales instead.

This isn't the Horde. This isn't the Horde. This isn't the Horde. She repeats to herself. It's okay to show weakness. Bow and Glimmer aren't looking to exploit this or judge her.

So she nods yes.

Her traitorous muscles shake fiercely as she pushes herself to her feet.

Bow and Glimmer watch her with concern written on their faces. Catra lounges on the bench, flipping through the book Adora was reading.

She walks out of the reading room, Bow and Glimmer tailing her. A few steps later Catra tosses the book over her shoulder and follows as well.

Adora is about halfway down the empty corridor when she feels her weak legs start to quit on her.

“Catra--” She gasps. Catra sweeps Adora off her feet and into her arms.

“Hey, this isn't what I--”

“Too bad, idiot.”

Suddenly she's grateful the usual guards are gone from the hall.

Catra starts walking. Left with no other choice, Adora buries her face against Catra's chest.

They're silent as they move through the halls.

“Bow, can you get the doors?” Catra asks, her voice makes her chest rumble against Adora's ear.

She hears a door open, and then close behind them. Catra leans over and sets Adora down carefully onto a soft mattress. She notices the curtains are drawn to make the room darker.

Catra curls up at the foot of the bed without another word.

Bow and Glimmer are standing at the side of her bed.

“This is so embarrassing.” She manages at last. She covers her face with one hand.

“Do you want us to leave?” Glimmer asks.

“No, no, its… just… don't look so awkward.” Dont look at me like I'm different. “Sit down, get on the bed, just.. relax, please? I'm okay.”

Bow and Glimmer share a look. Bow shrugs, then takes a seat on the edge of Adora's bed, careful not to touch Catra. Glimmer climbs onto the other side.

“So…” Glimmer starts.

“So.” She inhales deeply, trying to brace herself for this conversation.

“You don't have to tell them, Adora.” Catra has one eye open.

“No, Catra, I do. I want to tell them. This isn't--” like the Horde.

“I… trust them.” Catra stares at her for a moment longer, the softness from before gone. Then she shrugs and closes her eyes once more.

Adora turns back to Glimmer and Bow.

“I won't suffer any long term damage, and they only last for a few minutes at most, but they suck. A lot. I get kinda frozen when they happen, I can't move or talk. They take a lot out of me, too. I don't get them very often, fortunately. Catra's…. the only one who really knows about it.” She inhales shakily, and Glimmer reaches out to put a hand on Adora's knee.

“You can't really touch me when I'm having an attack--” Glimmer withdraws her hand-- “No, no, now is fine. The attack is over. Just don't touch me during, because I already feel like I'm under so much pressure. you can't shake me out of them. I have to ride it out. If you can keep people away from me that helps, too, I… I don't like to make a scene.” She grimaces, wondering how many people in the reading room noticed her gasping like a dying fish.

“And snacks?” Bow asks. “Catra had me get you some snacks.” Adora chuckles.

“Yeah. Snacks, too. Something with sugar and protein.”

Her friends nod in understanding.

“So...what...causes them? Does it have anything to do with that woman Glimmer made leave?” Bow asks after a moment. Adora feels her chest tighten. Red flashes in her mind.

Catra opens her aqua eye again.

“I--I really don't want to talk about it. Please.” Adora says. Her friends, gods bless them, nod in agreement.

“Thanks, guys. I love you.”

“Aww. We love you too!” Bow grins, moving over to embrace Adora and Glimmer at the head of the bed. When her friends release her, Adora says,

“Now, if it's cool, I'm gonna take a nap… Im… haha, I'm really wiped.”

Glimmer's smile is so soft it aches.

“Sure.” She gets off the bed and heads for the door. “Bow?” She calls back to him.

“Coming!” He says, hopping off the bed. “See you at dinner?” he asks over his shoulder.

Adora nods.

“Count on it.”

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the-reactionist · 5 years

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grieving process; ego-self needs etc.

I feel that I am so insecure. People seem to be much more comfortable than I am. I speak, but I am nervous. I talk, but I am very serious when I talk. I have problems taking space and just talk without feeling into people and how they react, and when I do that I feel insecure too, because I don't know what they will think. I try to cope every day. Today I feel anxiety and fear because I lack self confidence and self trust. I don't trust myself to have control. I just want someone else to take over the control. No pressure. It is so comfortable just to follow, until it is not. My daughter is also affected by her parents and she dreams dreams that are about separation, and so I feel guilty, because she does not want to see anything else but what her father says, that we, as a couple, are soo soo close to a treasure. I know her dream is a reflection of her thoughts, her inner thoughts, but it feels uncomfortable to stand on my own side. She feels that it is dark for me to leave and that her father, my husband, provides food and warmth, and she can't understand how I prefer to live by myself, in an ugly and dangerous appartement, where she feels fear, and she want me to go back to her father... Guilttripping me with her dreams. And I always forget what it is like to talk with my husband, until I do, then I remember easily.

for one thing it is good you mentioned her idea of perfect and your desire to live in a shattered world for awhile; when we have some burden within,we need some despair, some sorrow,someformof destruction or distortion of a 'perfect reality' to face our grudges and find a way to make epace with both perfection and our inner resistence to it; when there is some deeply ingrained pain , you feel threatened by joy andhearts and unicorns, you need to sit with your sorrow and destruction for awhile and then go abck to the other world of sfety and joy; shen you ahev cleanes yourseld; we all need these grieving processess when we are letting go of difefrent qspects of ourselves- might be related to our parents or figures from our childhood, might be former lovers or just peopel you adore who ahve somehow disappeared from your life - for example your favourite rockstar who committed suicide, etc. never judge your inner needs for this grieving process; indulge in the sorrow, in breakign down, ecause that is where your strength lies - it is just like excercising a muscle where it breaks during the workout and then it is essentially damaged before you introduce food (protein>amio cids) into the system, so that it regenertes, gaining much more strength and potency han before; so pain actually really makes us stronger; please, surrended to your grieving process; i feel it mgith take you less time to process this pain than one would expect; so what are a few days or weeks you need in comparison to developing diabetes, ro cncer, as a result of supressed emotions; never leve your self behind because of expectations of anyone; you need to see every aspect of you before you can be authentic with your dughter and the people that are most precious to you;even the aspect that wants space for theirselves and needs to feel like an empowered queen before going to do the dishes and laundry again;that's fine, dont judge that; be patient with thee, ebcaause we are all made up of darkness and light; it's abalancing act to live life so whatever :pyou rock <3

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fictionalrat · 7 years

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let it happen | chapter two

pairing: klance

sneak a peek:

“Lance, don’t freak out, but…” Keith adjusts his glasses, “I might have an idea.”

Lance huffs, “Don’t strain yourself.”

Keith scowls, “Shut up and hear me out, asshole.”

“Okay,” Lance leans back on his chair and crosses his arms, “I’ll bite.”

“I think we should…” Keith snaps the rubber band on his wrist, “Uhm, fuck?”

read on ao3

“Lance?” He hears when he clicks the door shut with his foot. He whips his head around to find Keith at the dinner table hugging his right leg to his chest, foot on the chair and knee tucked under his chin. He’s frowning deeply at his laptop screen like it’s offending him in some way, his glasses perched on the edge of his nose. Keith looks so damn adorable Lance’s heart almost leaps out of his chest. Fucked, Lance’s fucked.

“Yep, that’s me,” Lance responds, throwing his keys on the kitchen island and kicking off his shoes.

Keith peers up at him over the rim of his glasses. “Come here for a sec,” he nudges the chair next to him with his bare foot. Lance stares at Keith. Hm, weird. Keith narrows his eyes when he doesn’t move. Oh. Right, moving. Yep, on it. He pads towards his friend.

Lance smiles at Keith, hip-checking the table and reaching his arm forward to adjust the shorter man’s glasses with his knuckles gently, “You need to get these fixed, shorty.”

Keith bats his hand away and scowls, “Sit.”

Lance chuckles but acquiesces, “Seriously, it’s too loose.” As if on cue, Keith’s glasses slide down his nose again. Lance snorts, “Told you.”

Keith socks him on the arm, hard, “Shut up.”

“Ow, so mean!” Lance pouts as he rubs his arm, “What do you want from me, anyway?”

Keith adjusts himself on the chair, tucking his left foot under his right thigh, and turns his laptop towards Lance so he can see his own words staring back at him. “This won’t do,” Keith says seriously as he pushes his glasses back with his middle finger.

Lance drums his fingers on the table. “What?”

“Lance, this isn’t working.”

Lance’s fingers freeze, his brows rising, “What do you mean this isn’t working??”

“I mean…” he deadpans, “I can’t edit this, it’s total bullshit. There’s no hope.”

Lance bristles, “ARE YOU FUCKING KIDDING ME, KEITH????”

Keith snickers, “Maybe a little?”

Lance throws his head back and glares in exasperation at the ceiling, bringing his hands up to cover his face and groaning, “God, please, take me now.” After a moment, he lets his hands fall back on the table. “You know,” he starts, turning his head back so he can glower at Keith properly, “If you weren’t so good at editing and I wasn’t so desperate, I wouldn’t even think of asking you to do this for me, ‘cause you’re a serious fucking prickly pain in my fucking miserable ass.”

Keith smirks and shrugs, “Thanks.”

Lance splutters, “THAT WASN’T A COMPLIMENT.”

Keith doesn’t respond, though, he just stares at Lance in a weird way. A very, very weird way.

Lance touches his face, self-conscious, “Is there something on my-”

“Huh,” Keith blurts out, interrupting Lance.

“Keith?” Lance questions with a frown, worrying for his friend’s sanity.

“Sorry,” Keith blinks at him and blushes.

Lance squints, “Dude, what the fuck.”

“Lance, don’t freak out, but…” Keith adjusts his glasses, “I might have an idea.”

Lance huffs, “Don’t strain yourself.”

Keith scowls, “Shut up and hear me out, asshole.”

“Okay,” Lance leans back on his chair and crosses his arms, “I’ll bite.”

“I think we should…” Keith snaps the rubber band on his wrist, “Uhm, fuck?”

Lance chokes on his own spit and coughs so hard his chair almost topples over.

“Are you okay, Lance?” Keith asks, his voice concerned but amused.

“Fuck?” Lance croaks after some time, slapping his chest and blinking away tears.

“Yeah,” Keith’s mouth twitches. “For research, obviously.”

Lance can only gape at Keith, his chest heaving. Lance’s lungs are burning so, so bad.

“Look, I’ll be straight with you,“ Keith runs his fingers through his FUGLY mullet, “your writing style’s actually pretty decent. You’re eloquent, I’ll give you that. But you suck at writing sex scenes… maybe from lack of experience?” Keith teases, then winces when Lance kicks his shin under the table.

Is this guy for fucking serious? They should fuck? What kind of joke is this?

“No, but seriously.” Keith insists, “Even though the sex scenes are well-written, they lack passion, which is kind of a surprise coming from you. You clearly need some inspiration and I think being actually in character might really help, is all.”

“AND BY THAT YOU MEAN THE TWO OF US FUCKING???”

Keith bites his bottom lip in amusement and nods. He doesn’t tease, which is a first. Lance is thankful but still.

“OH MY GOD!!!!!!!!!!!!!” Lance yells in disbelief, then takes a deep, recomposing breath. “Okay. So uh, let me get this straight… you think we should fuck this one out?”

Keith shrugs again, “I mean, if you want to.”

“Huh.” Lance’s mouth twitches, “That’s crazy but okay.”

“What?”

Lance rolls his eyes and waves him off, “I said fine, Keith. Let’s do this.”

Keith smirks, turning his attention back to his laptop. Lance stares at the side of his face then chuckles. “Gotta say, though,” Lance leers, “I didn’t know you wanted to fuck me this bad, mullet head.”

“SHUT UP!” Keith pushes Lance off his chair.

Lance can’t fucking sleep.

He tries playing dead for a while and when that doesn’t work, he settles upon changing positions back and forth.

He kicks off the sheets in frustration, takes his shirt off, turns to his side, rolls on his stomach, burrows his face into his pillow. Props himself up on his elbows and huffs, lies back down. Flips his pillow over and presses his face to the cool fabric.

It doesn’t work.

He rolls on his back and lets his eyes dart around the room as he taps his chest with his thumbs, chewing on his bottom lip.

Nothing fucking works.

He blinks up at the ceiling and blows a raspberry.

“i think we should… uhm, fuck?” he mimics under his breath.

Fucking Keith.

God, he can’t do this.

He reaches for his phone on his nightstand and brings the device closer to his face, adjusting himself on the bed. He unlocks the phone and almost drops it right on his face in agony because, wow, such brightness. He turns down the brightness on his screen and blinks several times before tapping open his messages with Hunk.

He starts typing furiously.

Lance (2:06 a.m.)

HUNK U UP

HUNK HUNK

HUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUNKKKK

HELP

Hunk (2:08 a.m.)

why hello lance my good buddy how are you?

i’m fine thanks for asking ure so kind

what can i do for you this alarmingly late???

Lance (2:10 a.m.)

I CANR SLEEP HUNK HELP

HEPL ME

IM GONNA DIE

KEITHS A SERIAL KILLER AND HES COMING AFTER ME WITH HIS DICK

KEITHS GONNA KILL ME WITH HIS DICKKKKKKKKK

Hunk (2:13 a.m.)

i think ure overreacting a bit lance

calm down and explain this to me like a normal human being

breathe in

breathe out

Lance (2:14 a.m.)

ICANT HUNK H

WHAT AM I DOING WITH MY LIFEEEEEEEEEEEE

Hunk (2:17 a.m.)

i still need an explanation

please cUT THE DRAMATICS

IM GETTING REAL WORRIED HERE AND YOU KNOW WHAT WORRYING DOES TO MY STOMACH!!!!!!!

ITS NOT PRETTY LANCE SO SPILL

Lance (2:18 a.m.)

EW GROSS

but okay

fucking keith came up with this fucking INSANE idea that we should FUCK

HE SAID WE SHOULD FUCK HUNK cuz my sex scenes were like AWFUL and he thought that was a brilliant idea HE SAID I LACK EXPERIENCE THE ASSHOLE!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! CAN U BELIEVE THE NERVE????? and i went with it cuz i HAVE THE MORAL DUTY to prove him wrong and now im gonna die

okay get this

this is the weirdest part

its not only cuz i gotta prove him wrong but cuz i kinda wanna fuck the bastard for my own self-indulging and impure reasons

Hunk (2:23 a.m.)

lance not even rover thinks thats weird and hes a DOG

Lance (2:24 a.m.)

IMHYPERVENTILATING HERE AND URE MAKING FUN OF ME

URE A TERRIBLE BEST FRIEND

TERRIBLE I TELL U

IM HAVING A CRISIS HERE HUNK!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

OH MY GOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOD

HES SO HOT HUNK HELP ME I CANT DO THIS

IM GONNA DIE

RIP LANCE

Hunk (2:26 a.m.)

lance youre not gonna die

jesus

i thought this was serious

Lance (2:27 a.m.)

GASP

it IS SERIOUS HUNK CANT U SEE IM A DEAD MAN WALKING?????? THIS IS PRETTYFUCKIGN SERIOUs HUNK

at first i thought i could do it but then i started thinking about it and now IM FREAKING THE FUCK OUT HELP HUNK AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA

Hunk (2:29 a.m.)

calm down lance its just keith

its not like he’s gonna make fun of you or anything

Lance (2:30 a.m.)

HUNK???????? DID U HIT UR HEAD OR SOMETHING???? SHOULD I BE WORRIED????? CALL AN AMBULANCE??????? ITS FUCKING KEITH WERE TALKING ABOUT DUDE!!!! MISTER MCMULLET CAPTAIN GRUMPY PANTS!!!!!!!

Hunk (2:33 a.m.)

well i mean not too much???

Lance (2:33 a.m.)

hUNK!!!!!!!

Hunk (2:34 a.m.)

okay you got me

youre never gonna live this down good luck man

it was nice knowing you

Lance (2:35 a.m.)

well thanks

for ABSOLUTELY NOTHING

Hunk (2:35 a.m.)

you know i love you bro

seriously tho

you dont have to worry about this too much

keiths your friend after all isnt he

not to mention hes a cool bean, a real gem

do you trust him?

Lance (2:36 a.m.)

well duh i wouldnt be living with the guy if i didnt

Hunk (2:39 a.m.)

there it is

he knows all about your weird fixations and habits and is still there

thats gotta count for something right???

its not like hes gonna judge for real

hes just gonna tease the hell outta you which is normal behavior for him

and youll tease him right back

so DONT WORRY LANCE GO

BE BRAVE MY CHILD

CONQUER THAT BOOTY!!!!!!!

COMPLETE YOUR QUEST!!!!!!!!!

Lance (2:42 a.m.)

ohmy GOD hunk ure so embarrassing

thanks tho

for real

Hunk (2:42 a.m.)

anytime ;)

Lance (2:43 a.m.)

Lance sighs, turns on his side only to place his phone back on his nightstand, then rolls on his stomach, burying his face deep in his pillow. He closes his eyes and wills himself to fucking sleep.

About thirty minutes later, he’s out.

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Preparing herself for this humiliation. The chastity belt was a pair of very tight shorts (that held the dildo and butt plug in place) locked tight with a belt that we had drilled a whole in to fit a small padlock. I dont remember what she had done. I do recall that she had not been allowed to orgasm or be fucked in days. She did it and if anything she was a stickler for accepting her punishments.

Dont judge, I didnt make much at the time and she was a student. GS is short for Giggling Slut. Cynthia was cooking, nude but for an apron, her make-shift chastity belt, the anklecuffs, and wrist cuffs. Cynthia had gone to the store (with toys in), purchased and then made the food.

It wasn’t a painful punishment. I opened the door and GS looked lovely. The moment the door bell rung I had seen her freeze. All leading to this though, to having Cynthia be painfully horny, painfully longing and forced to serve as waitress and plaything on a date with GS. I had teased here relentlessly though, long heavy petting sessions without release, teasing her pussy with my cock before making her use her mouth.

Cynthia was in the kitchen when my date arrived. A simple summer dress and sandals. We made small talk and sat down at the table. At my request, GS ignored Cynthia and I mostly did the same. The rule for the night was that when she was not occupied, she would be at my feet and that she was to be in slave mode.

Cynthia left and brought us back appetizers. When she brought them, GS asked to look at the "chastity belt" and we shared a number of comments about it, and how frustrating it must be. She did not know exactly what I had planned, though she was a smart woman and would have guessed it would be GS. GS tried to ignore her, but I could see her eyes flicking to Cynthia over and over, especially abby winter tube as cynthia raised her hand up and into my shorts and began to rub my cock.

abby winters galleries abbie winters girls As GS and I chatted, flirted and subtly poked fun at Cynthia’s situation, Cynthia sat at my feet. There were a list of rules such as what she could and couldn’t wear, how she had to behave, etc. One of the rules of slave mode, at any point she could be rubbing my dick, she was to be rubbing my dick.

" I laughed and explained slave mode and the other modes. Cynthia loved rules and regulations. GS said that she would never accept that sort of denial and I laughed as I watched Cynthia blush. In slave mode she had to be nude unless I said otherwise, such as now.

In slave mode she was only to speak when spoken too. "Is she like that every day? In slave mode Cynthia had no opinions, or at least was not allowed to share them. For instance, as a rule, when we were out in public in public mode, she still had to ask for permission to use the bathroom, but was allowed to do so discreetly or in code.

On a few occasions, Cynthia and I indulged her fantasies of my cuckolding her with another woman or forcing her to participate. "Cynthia," I said, "Tell me, is GS (we didn’t really call her that in person), wearing any panties? " Both women turned red but GS didn’t hesitate to spread her legs www.abby winters porn winters.com farther and left the hem of her skirt.

She was to serve me, amuse me and her only recourse otherwise was to safeword. As we sat, Cynthia removed the apron, I had told her it had to abby winters gallery come off when company arrived, came over and asked us for drink orders. Her voice was flat, controlled. Normally, slave mode was something that we only did alone and only when she was feeling particularly submissive or in trouble.

She’s too far and its sort of dark under the table. "How do you get anything done. She resisted me slightly, but knew better. "Is she getting wet," I said, "perhaps at seeing you debase yourself? She made a slight mewling sound. "No sir," Cynthia said. " "Sir," Cynthia said," I’m not sure.

"What about now slave," I said, adding a bit of edge to my voice. I stopped right before Cynthia’s nose pushed into where I though GS’s pussy must be. Then with my foot I slowly pushed her head, face first, under GS’s skirt, stopping her, who smiled widely and spread her legs.

"Yes Master," her voice muffled. "Take a nice deep smell and tell me how she smells," I said. "Master," Cynthia said, "your date is wet, horny, from being with you and seeing how you treat me. " I wasn’t done though. She was turned on by the humiliation more than the female body. I heard her breathe deeply. GS flushed as we talked of the rules and I saw her spreading her legs a bit. With my knee and then my leg I pushed Cynthia’s shoulders towards GS.

"Yes what slave," I said and gave a nudge, seeing her bump. Cynthia was not dumb and new the sort of thing I wanted. " I still wasn’t done. "Slave," I said and Cynthia mewled again. " GS made a surprised noise and a small moan of pleasure.

" I made a disgusted noise. Cynthia was not a lesbian and really only bi when it embarassed her to be so. Cynthia, we have this lovely guest in our home, here to fuck me, for your benefit, so you can learn your lesson. "It smells like pussy, clean pussy. "GS, I really apologize, I haven’t trained her well it seems.

"This is how you treat a guest," I said. GS was grinning like a shark. I began to sweetly kiss her and slid my hand up her skirt, sliding two fingers inside of her wetness and fingering her for a moment. " Cynthia whined and started to speak but I made a slashing silence gesture. A whine in her throat. "She tastes delicious slave," I said, "She tastes like a proper woman who would never find herself crawling on the floor in a fucking chastity belt serving wine to her lovers lover.

"Sir," Cynthia said, "It tastes fine. " Cynthia made the little whine again but dutifully sucked the fluid off my finger. "She tastes delicious master, like a real woman. I showed Cynthia my wet fingers and slowly sucked the fluid iff one of them. I got up and knelt next to GS where Cynthia could have a nice view.

Then I stood and went back to my seat. "Back to my feet slave," I said. " GS grinned and I watched as she slowly began to pinch Cynthias nipples, harder and harder, pulling on them and pulling out small cries of pain from Cynthia. Then she leaned her head in close to Cynthia’s ear and said, "I’m going to fuck him so hard that he won’t have the energy to fuck you for days.

" "Good girl," I said, "Now go present yourself to our guest, on your knees, chest up. " Cynthia did so, kneeling with her breasts out. "GS," I said, "please feel free to take your apology out on her. And all you can say is she tastes fine? Cynthia crawled back to me, took her place with her head against my leg and began to stroke my now rigid cock.

We largely ignored Cynthia. " With that she let go. Cynthia got up to serve us and then took her place cuddling with my leg, sitting on the floor and rubbing my cock. We sat down on the couch and Cynthia served us before again kneeling at my feet, her head pressed into my leg. GS and I covered a number of topics from work to sex to current events.

" I held my hand out, the other finger glistening and said, "Show me you understand. "Slave," GS said, "I want to make sure I’m ready for your master. Dinner went on less dramatically. When I finished, I put my plate on the floor and told her she could eat my scraps.

" I gave Cynthia a nudge and she made her little whine but slid over. As we ate GS made a head motion at Cynthia and I nodded. GS undid my zipper and began to stroke me slowly. Use your tongue to get me wet for him. She was already very wet. I could see and smell what a lie the line was.

With only a moment of hesitation, Cynthia pushed herself in close and began to lick my lovers pussy. " I could tell from her voice though, deep and husky, how aroused she was and soon I couldn’t stand it. GS lifted herself up enough to pull her skirt higher and spread her legs wide. I pushed cynthia away and forced the egg into the chastity belt, over her clit.

I held my hand out to GS. Cynthia rarely ate cock and GS began to lay into her abby winters gallery over it. "Stay put slave," I said and led GS to the bed room. I went to the toy chest and got one of the vibrating eggs. We fell into a 69 on the bed, loudly pausing to narate what was going on. Desert was a bit of ice cream with chocolate sauce.

"You taste so good," I called out. We left the door open, she stripped me as we walked. I made her cum with my mouth and fingers and she screamed at the top of her lungs, staring at the door where we could see Cynthia still kneeling with the dress on her head.

"God Reader, she is terrible at this, you need to have me over for lessons, a few hours a day between my legs and she will be munching rug with the gayest of them. Then I was laying on the bed and pulling a condom on while calling out "I’m going to fuck you without protection. I rolled her onto her back and as I got close, I pulled out, stripped the condom off and finished on her breasts.

" She was straddling me and sliding down calling out "oh god, fill me with your cum and she can lick me clean. "Make me cum before you fuck me," she screamed. " It ruined the lie of bare back sex, but whatever. I pushed Cynthia away and stood. When I had caught my breath, I brought Cynthia in and had her lick the cum off of GS’s tits. When she stood, I pulled the dress off of her and undid her bra, I dropped the dress onto Cynthia’s head and dropped the bra across her shoulder.

I turned it onto a very low setting. I locked her hands behind her back. " Then we just fell into moaning as we fucked. GS moaned happily and said "make her get you hard so we can fuck again, I had licking a dick that tastes like a condom. " "No sir," she said softly. " Cynthia bent and began to suck me. I was younger then, but it still took some time.

I talked with GS about dirty things, sex acts we could force Cynthia to do. "But it wouldn’t take much. "You didn’t cum did you? I knew that the way she was straddling the chair, the egg would be pushing into her clit. "You heard her," I said. I could still hear the egg going so I asked.

GS rubbed herself while I watched. Rubbing, licking, slowly working our way to the fuck. I went back to GS and we were a bit sweeter and less hurried. "Here’s the rule," I said, "You can hump that chair like a dog and heat and you have permission to cum as much as you want.

Cynthia, to her credit, managed to last up to the point where GS and I started fucking. When I was finally hard again, I stood and lifted Cynthia onto her feet and then sat her, spread legged backwards in the chair, facing away from us. I sat in a chair where I had a nice view between GS’s legs and motioned for Cynthia to kneel. I pulled out again and finished on her ass cheek.

As I slid my thumb into GS’s ass and she started panting "finger my ass babe, oh god, deeper" we heard Cynthia cum again. I went to Cynthia and to her protest slid my thumb in her mouth to clean. By the time I had rolled GS into doggy style Cynthia was moaning again.

" Her voice was hopeful and it made me laugh. What she was comfortable being a part of and what limits Cynthia might have. GS and I laid and talked about what else we might do. She managed to fight it after that and GS and I both came. The best way to end orgasm denial is orgasm torture. I undid her hands and sent her to the kitchen to clean.

GS went home later that night and 5 days later I not only let Cynthia cum, I forced her to cum so many times she begged me to stop. We had heard her sliding and moaning, but her loud orgasm didn’t start until I had begun thrusting into GS in the missionary position. Then I led her over to GS and made her lick my cum off the girls butt.

But every orgasm you have is another two days without orgasms and another date I go on with GS. Eventually I got hard again and we had sex, but didn’t torment Cynthia directly, we knew she could hear us.

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