#vien answers

[radio-writes]

Going on anon bc this is a bit messed up but can you write Alastor x reader where Alastor uses sex as a form of torture?

Fuck your God and His Righteous Hand(s)

Synopsis: Hasn't Alastor always been such generous partner? Hasn't He always provided for you? Given you everything and anything you ever wanted? Except for your freedom of course.

The night you decide to run away from his graciousness, you find out just how generous he could be.

Warnings: noncon, forced relationship, mentions of blood, mentions of murder, physical harm to reader, degradation, smut, over stimulation, tentacles are used (I probably missed a lot, let me know)

Tags: Alastor x fem!reader; dead dove do not eat

MDNI

Your heart beat loudly against your chest, your breath ragged and heavy. Branches and twigs snapped and broke and fell all around you as you ran.

Not that you could hear any of it over the overwhelming sound of static flooding your ears. 

As if the dark wasn't terrifying enough, you had to stumble through the woods with tears blurring your vision too. Arm stretched in front of you, swatting away vines in your path as you desperately tried to get away.

You had to get away.

You couldn't get away.

You could almost feel the ground shake beneath your feet. You could almost feel his breath that skimmed the back of your head. There was no use in running, but run you did anyway.

You kept running even when you felt his clawed fingers grab at your shirt; the fabric tearing easily.

You kept running even when you could hear his voice right by your ear. "I think it's in your best interest not to anger me any more, darling."

You couldn't keep running when a heavy, velvety tentacle wrapped around your ankle; your breath knocked out of you as you tumbled onto the forest floor.

Your hand outstretched, palm reaching into the darkness. It was a terrifying, unknown, and threatening darkness—but to you it still meant freedom.

That was the last clear thing you saw before you landed flat on your stomach, the weight of your failed escape weighing you down more than the dark shadow around your leg. 

He was laughing.

He was out of breath, panting almost as heavily as you were, but he was laughing.

You heard the crunch of leaves and twigs as he approached your collapsed form. No longer rushing, no longer frantic. He seemed to take his time as he walked towards you, now that he's sure you couldn't get away.

Still, the tentacle holding you down tightened—a warning not to try anything again.

Not that you could. The moment of rest allowed to you as you laid on the ground, made the pain and exhaustion of your body much too apparent for your liking. Your legs felt like led, the numerous scratches from who-knows-where all sung in a harmony of stinging pain.

Even when you knew you couldn't run anymore, your mind frantically whirled through ideas. You tried to think of something, anything, to keep away from the Radio Demon.

At least until his shoes finally came into your view; the red accents bright against the inky darkness. They stopped right by your head, and suddenly it felt too dangerous to even think.

You found the dirt and mud of the forest floor much more appealing than having to look Alastor in the eye, so you kept your head down. Your head shrunk into the ground as the man looked down on you.

"I must admit, I hadn't expected you to run." Alastor said, still a hint of laughter in his tone. Had you looked up then, you would have seen just how much of a mess you've made of the demon. His hand pushed his red hair back from his forehead, sweat trickled down the side of his neck. 

But it wasn't his unusual state of exhaustion that would have been shocking if you looked at him right now. No, what would have been surprising—what would have been unnerving— was the wild, desperate look in his glowing red eyes.

While you were scared, desperate to get away.

He was terrified, desperate to get you back.

The view of your small figure as you weaved through trees, dipping in and out of his sight had filled him with such cold, heavy dread.

Almost as much as the sight of your hand nearly meeting that of another demon's.

"Oh! But you're so filled of the unexpected today, aren't you, darling?" You could hear the spite in his tone, but you didn't dare raise your head.

You felt him step closer.

"I mean, I hadn't expected you to try to sell your soul to another demon, either." You cringed, lifting your arms over your ears as the static warped his voice terribly.

You felt a heavy weight on the back of your head. It rested there briefly, before it shoved you down further into the dirt. Your face pressed down into the mud, but you didn't dare fight back. You didn't dare move. The most reaction you allowed yourself was a small whimper of fear.

The sound fueled Alastor's rage, already barely kept under the surface of his smile. His eye twitched in annoyance. Why were you shaking? Why were you afraid? 

Shouldn't you be kissing the foot on your head right now? Shouldn't you be thanking him for saving you from making a terrible mistake? A soul as unique as yours would have been wasted on a demon like that. 

This ungrateful behavior, this attempt to leave him, just wouldn't do.

His foot left the back of your head, but it allowed no relief. The black tentacle wrapped around your leg swiftly yanked you up.

Your eyes widened in shock and your hands dug into the ground in an attempt to stay there. But it isn't a surprise that your flimsy resistance was easily broken through. The world soon turned into a dizzying blur of colors as you were lifted into the air. The trees floated from above and the sky was a muddy mess of leaves and roots, your arms hung limply above your head. The blood that now rushed to your head didn't help you in making much sense of what was happening.

But none of that mattered when your eyes finally met Alastor's.

As you were held up by your leg, upside down in the air, Alastor's usual wide smile looked like a snarling frown. His narrowed eyes did nothing to help the fear that quickly ate its way through you.

It was silent for a moment. Tension so thick in the air that you found it so terribly difficult to breathe.

But when he finally spoke, you thought to yourself how you actually preferred the suspenseful quiet.

"Have I not been the perfect partner?" Alastor asked. The static over his voice now eerily back to the usual amount. His tone was cheery, light, like this was just another early morning chit chat over breakfast between the two of you.

You couldn't bring yourself to speak.

The black appendage holding you up tightened, your skin already beginning to bruise. Although, it seemed that was the only indicator of Alastor's true mood, as the demon remained composed in front of you.

"Have I not given you everything you wanted?" He asked as he brought you closer to him.

When you didn't respond he brought his clawed hand up to your face. 

You flinched, feeling his cold skin against yours, fearing that he'd tear right through your flesh. 

But his touch was gentle. His fingers softly brushed away the mud and grime from your cheek. 

"I've bought you everything you liked. I've protected you. Fed you." His voice was so soft, soothing. Like an old radio show you would have listened to while you drifted off to a restful slumber. 

"I've even fucked you through your pathetic little heats." His claws dug into your skin. Blood gushed down your face, the scarlet liquid stung your eye even as you clenched it closed. 

"I've spared useless, disgusting sinners on your request. I've played nice for you. I've given you everything." His hand shifted from your cheek to your neck, his grip tight, threatening.

The static over his voice once again horrid as it deafened you. His eyes, now drowned in black, narrowed into a glare at your form.

Your hands flew to your throat, pulling at Alastor's fingers. "Please, I'm sorry, Al!" You begged as you struggled. Your body flailed and squirmed as he held you above him, looking almost like a fish torn from the sea, desperate to breathe.

"Oh you're sorry?" Alastor's head titled to one side as he watched you. "That absolutely changes everything then!" He said cheerily, mockingly.

The tentacle holding you up loosened out of nowhere, sending you down into the mud for a second time that night.

You managed to keep yourself up by your arms as you greedily heaved in air back into your lungs. Your head still spun from the rush of blood, and you felt like you were about to vomit out whatever flesh Alastor made you eat earlier that day.

You felt something at your chin—Alastor's microphone it seemed—and it tilted your face towards him. Your teary eyes met his cheerful ones, and your chest tightened. It's been a long time since you've even stepped outside, but you now felt more trapped than you ever have before.

He bent down, lowering his face closer to yours as he smiled down at you. 

"Since it seems like I've neglected my dear darling partner for so long that they've decided to seek attention elsewhere, I think it's best to spend some nice quality time together. Don't you think that'd be nice, sweetheart?" Alastor's voice held no threats. Promises. Only promises.

You shook your head no before he even finished talking. A desperate shaking hand reached up to him. "No, please. Al. Anywhere but the radio tower again. Please."

"Don't worry, doll. This time will a bit different." He assured.

You moved quickly, hurriedly, scrambling to your knees ready to beg at his feet. But before you could even part your lips to start, Alastor had both of you melted into shadows.

You re-materialize in the one place that haunted your dreams. The one place in Hell that truly, actually, did feel like hell to you.

Your blood felt frozen as you remained on the floor. Eyes wide in fear as you stared at the control panel.

Alastor turned his back to you, humming cheerfully, nonchalantly, as he made his way towards the main seat. "There's no need to look so alarmed," He said, you could almost hear the way his eyes rolled at your stupid expression. "We won't be having any special guests for this broadcast."

You finally tore your eyes away from the contraptions. Your gaze landing on Alastor's wide back as he slowly removed his coat. "You...you won't be torturing some poor soul?" You asked confused—and admittedly a little hopeful.

You couldn't count the horrible days he had made you sit and watch and listen as he took his sweet time tearing souls apart. How he joyously broadcasted the tortured screams for his Hell's entertainment.

Alastor's grin widened, stretched just a tad bit too far, before he turned his head to look back at you.

"Oh," Heavy static morphed his voice once more. "I didn't say that."

You didn't have time to react before his tentacles sprouted from his back, his inner shirt ripping to make way for them. They grabbed at your limbs, slithering around to get a tight hold as they pulled you to him.

A scream ripped from your throat at the sheer suddenness of it, and it made Alastor's heart leap in his chest. Oh how he loved those adorable reactions of yours.

"That is delightful! But do save your voice, dear. I do have to start us off first," He said gleefully as he turned around to fiddle with the controls.

You heart sunk. Eyes wide as the realization hit you. He wasn't going to force you to listen to someone being tortured. 

"Alastor, wait—"

"Why hello, you wayward sinners! Hope everyone's having a wonderfully hellish time right now, because boy do I have quite the treat to make your evenings even better!" Alastor spoke into the mic, his eyes gone black as he held your gaze. "Yes, indeed, this one is going to be very special." 

"Al, please—" You bit your lip, cutting off whatever pleas you were going to throw at him.

One of his tentacles pressed against your clothed mound as the others held you in the air. It quickly worked its way under your bottoms, ripping through it easily and exposing you to Alastor's lazy gaze. 

"Don't, please. I'm so sorry, Al. I won't do it again, I promise, please." You whispered, not wanting all of Hell to hear how you begged for mercy.

"What's that, darling? I'm afraid you'll have to be a little louder for our lovely, horrid, listeners." Alastor mocked, just as the tentacle between your legs started to slide between your folds. Another made quick work of your already torn shirt.

You grit your teeth and clenched your eyes closed. Stubbornly, you refused to make a single sound from Alastor's ministrations.

But you know how this ends.

You're hardly the first soul he had broken during a broadcast.

You, of all people, knew that well.

Another one of his appendages slithered its way to your core. It teased at the entrance, pushing, testing your hole.

"I hope everyone has a lovely time!" You hear Alastor speak to his listeners, just as a scream ripped through your lips.

You weren't nearly wet enough to take him. Your walls resisted, but not enough for his strength. The black shadow pushed its way deep into you, others coiled at your legs to spread them apart. One remained by your clit, lazily flicking along. 

"I'm sorry! I'm sorry! I'm sorry!" You cried as Alastor fucked his tentacle deep into you. The harsh thrusts sending your ample chest bouncing.

Alastor didn't respond, he rarely ever does to his victims. He preferred to let the song of their anguish play uninterrupted. But he did find himself paying more attention than he usually did to the way your body reacted to him.

His gaze locked at the way his black shadow disappeared into your slick hole. How it came back to light drenched in your juices, only to push back in harsher. How your little pussy stretched wide around his tentacle to accommodate its size.

His eyes traveled further up, watching as he wrapped one tentacle around your breast and squeezed. A lovely horrified sound coming from your lips from his actions.

He watched as you sobbed, attention fully on him. Only on him. And he couldn't deny the rather unfamiliar heat the pooled in his stomach at that fact.

The tentacle at your clit moved faster, pressing down just the slightest bit more at that little bud. You tried your damndest to silence the screams from your throat, but as your mouth fell open, you could only do so much.

The coil in your gut snapped easily. Alastor tightening his hold on you as he kept your spasming form in the air for his entertainment.

Your juices flowed down his dark appendages as it kept up the pace. Tears forming in your eyes as they gave you no reprieve, no time recover.

You fight against his hold, aching to close your thighs and catch your breath but the dark shadows merely pulled them apart wider. You pulled at you arms, wanting to push away the damned things from your core but you were merely held back the same way.

"Wait, please, stop." You were barely able to form a coherent sentence. The tentacle inside you opting to curl just the right amount to hit that soft, perfect spot inside you with every thrust. That spot that Alastor knew drove you wild when he fucks you through your heat, after a lot of begging on your end, at least.

You clenched down on it, that being the only thing you could think of that you could still do to slow this down. It unsurprisingly did nothing but make you feel more of each drag and pull against your walls.

Another orgasm is stolen from you as a tentacle began to grind itself up and down your sloppy slit, drenching itself in your slick as it attempted to join the one already fucking you. Your screams broadcasted for all of Pride Ring to hear.

It doesn't stop. He doesn't stop. His dark shadows held you still, fucking into your cervix without mercy, playing with your clit, your breasts. Pulling yet another sloppy orgasm from you.

"No more," You heaved. Alastor's assault seeing no end near. "I can't. Al, please." You begged.

You craned your neck over to look back at the demon. You find his gaze no longer on you or your body, but on the papers in front of him. His script. 

He was idly jotting down notes, chin rested on the palm of his hand and a lazy smile on his face. He almost looked bored, but the twitch of his ear as you called out his name showed you he was still paying you some attention. 

"Alastor, please," You tried again. "I am sorry. I won't do it again. I won't leave you again." You sobbed.

The tentacle inside you pulled out to your brief relief, only for it to slam harshly, deeper back into you. It's pace at breakneck speed that even with the tight hold around your limbs, your body was moved with every push and pull. 

"Oh, I'm sure you won't, darling." He finally replies to your pleas, although he didn't even glance your way. He continued correcting his notes, your sweet begging made for a wonderfully sweet background song. "Because why would you ever leave someone as generous as me?"

He ripped orgasm after orgasm from you. Your release dripped and drenched the floor of his radio tower. You begged til your throat was raw for some reprieve, for some forgiveness. But Alastor went about his way around the studio. Fixing this and that. Barely paid you any mind.

It was only when you've stopped pulling against his hold. When your legs had gone slack in the air, and your screams faded into whimpers did Alastor finally approach the control panel again.

"Wasn't that just darling! A wonderful performance, if I do say so myself," He laughed into his microphone. "I'm sure you lewd folks enjoyed yourself as much as our star of the night here, so make sure to keep an ear out for my next broadcast!"

His eyes finally land on your exhausted body. Your chest heaved with every labored breath as Alastor's tentacles finally slowly pulled out of you. A wet shlop of your juices dripping out as it did. 

He slowly lowered you onto the ruined floor, and your dazed eyes locked with his.

"There will definitely be more of where that came from." He said, less of his usual cheer. His tone lower. Threatening—no, promising.

You didn't move—you couldn't move—from the floor. You simply watched as Alastor shut down his broadcast and took his time straightening out and cleaning up his work station. He was humming cheerfully, seeming to be in a much better mood than when the night had begun.

When he was finally satisfied, you watched as he walked to where you were, stopping by your feet as he smiled down at you.

"Well, you've definitely seen better days." A laugh track followed his mockery. 

"I'm sorry." You heaved out. You hoped this was the end of it. You hoped he would just throw you back and lock you in his room again. Anything but stay in this wretched radio tower. "I'm yours. I won't try to run anymore."

Alastor chuckled at your response, moving to rest his cane against the wall before he reached up to his neck. He slowly loosened his bowtie and unbuttoned his shirt. "Oh I know you know that." He said waving off your words as if they didn't matter.

He lowered himself over you, his towering figure blocking out what little light you had. "But I'm afraid I need a bit of a reminder about who you belong to." 

His hand made quick work of his trousers, pulling his hardened cock free.

His claws were at your waist and they pulled your limp body closer to him. Not that you offered any resistance.

"You can do one more for me can't you darling?" He wasn't really asking.

You can't. But you nod your head anyway.

He pushed into you easily. Your previous releases coated him and allowed a slicker entry. 

Your back arched despite exhaustion, and Alastor drank in your pained expression. "There's a good girl. Always ready to ruin herself for her lover." You heard him say. "Don't worry, I won't make this long."

But of course that was a lie. He pulled back so slowly, revering in the way your drenched walls felt around him; how they clenched around his cock like how he saw them do around his tentacle. Then he thrusted himself back harshly into your sloppy hole, forcing what little sound you could still make out from your lips.

He fucked into you, slowly, deeply, maddeningly. Making sure you both felt each and every drag of his heavy cock.

He wasn't one to crave sex as much as most of hell, but when it was with you—his precious partner, he had to admit he didn't hate the sensations all too much. And if it meant reminding you who was in control, if it meant making you owe him, making you dependent on him, making you crave him, then it was all the more enjoyable to see you fucked out and speared on his dick.

One of his hands made its way to the back of your neck, pulling you up into his lap. He fucked up into you as your head lolled to the side, struggling to keep your body upright.

Alastor drank in your expression. Your glazed over eyes, the tear stains that smeared through the mud and blood along your cheeks, the drool dripping from your split lips. Yes, this is what you deserved for even daring to leave him. This is what you needed to be reminded on just how good a partner he is.

He wrapped a tentacle around your hips, keeping you steady as he pounded his cock into you. His free hand now moved between you, to your clit.

Your hips spasmed as he drew quick circles on the bud, but you fought the instinct to squirm away. You wouldn't leave him. 

You can't leave him.

You know that now.

Alastor's grin widened when he noticed your actions. "There's a good girl." He purred again, leaning down to your neck to lick up your skin.

"Let me feel you cum on my cock now, darling. Let me feel how much you want me to fill you up." He whispered, his sweet voice right by your ear as he pressed down harder on your clit.

You whined, tears pouring from your eyes once more as he tore yet another orgasm from your weakened body.

Your fluids drenched his dick, soiling his pants as you came around him. Alastor all but tore your skin as he gripped you tight. His own pace finally picked up.

You felt him twitch inside you, before the hot feeling of his seed soothed your battered cunt. 

"Tell me, would that scum have let you cum like this?" Alastor whispered in your ear. He held you tightly, his head still at the crook of your neck.

"No," You responded weakly. You felt him twitch inside you again.

You tried your hardest not to think back to the poor sinner, ripped limb from limb in a blink of an eye. Their body likely still stomped down into the mud of the forest floor.

"Would any other wretched soul be able to give you what I give you?" Alastor asked again. He playfully nipped at your ear.

"No," You responded again.

"So who do you think can treat you, treasure you, best, my dear?" He pulled back, his smug smile loomed over you as he held your chin for you to keep his gaze.

"You, Alastor. Only you can treat me this good." The words were bitter in your mouth

You hadn't sold him your soul. And he would never ask for it.

But you were his and his alone, nonetheless.

"And don't you ever forget it." He mused, pushing you back down to the floor as he began to fuck himself inside of you again. His previous release slowly pushed out with every slow thrust.

"Be still for me, darling," He whispered sweetly. "Let me have my fill of you for now." 

I don't usually write smut but this request sent me haywire. Hope I didn't disappoint, anon! I loved your demented request ♪

[past-the-comfortzone]

I really really love your art! Would you please draw more of Killua and Gon! They look so cute in your style ❤️

My first ask!!! Thank for being so sweet it made my day ❁

I tried to make them extra cute for you sweet anon

[vonlipvig]

amo cuando llegan los viernes y mi dash se llena de tus blorbos corporativos teniendo crisis de identidad. genuinamente me la paso re bien

FELIZ VIERNES DE BLORBOS CORPORATIVOS TENIENDO CRISIS DE IDENTIDAD

[apocalympdicks]

'stem major this stem major that'

WELL IM ABOUT TO STEM OFF THE LEDGE

[roslynwrites]

HELLO I'M THE BIGGEST FAN OF YOUR ZUTARA FIC AFTER KATARA'S DIVORCE I THINK WE SHOULD HAVE MORE ZUTARA FANFICS IN THE MIDDLE AGES

Yes!! They would both be so pretty with grey hairs😍

Also idk I think more fiction about older people in general would be so wonderful. Both for older people to see themselves and so young people know 25 is NOT old actually, stop feeling so old! I want forty/fifty year olds rediscovering themselves! I want smut scenes that require careful hip maneuvers!!

[kibu-me]

Scusa, sei dell'Italia?

Ciao! Non, sono spagnola ma parlo italiano! Ho fatto l'Erasmus in Italia alcuni anni fa

[hide-in-imagination]

Solo para que sepas, he estado todo el día pensando en el nuevo capítulo y hasta ahora no sé si estoy emocionada por la actualización y asustada porque todo se va a ir a la mrd y no sé cuanto tiempo va a pasar hasta volver al fluff.... AAHHHHUHASJDMNOBJKME

skdjfnsk ambas emociones son válidas😂 Al menos la espera ya casi termina.

[prontaentrega]

nunca me deja de causar lo mucho que coraline y la serie de good omens hizo por la imagen de neil gaiman para que lo vean como el tío copado y wholesome y no como al resto de los ingleses de vertigo

si se hubiera quedado como uno de los viejos raros de vertigo me caería mejor porque habia como una honestidad en la forma que escribía microagresiones. era el equivalente a un viejo diciéndote yo re banco a los maricones 👍 pero ahora anda en la de I Support The LGBTQI+ Community se nota que se aprendio las palabritas correctas que tiene que decir para que no lo cancelen

[oscar-piastri]

Le photoshoot de Matthieu Jalibert dans Gala?!!!!??!

déjà je me suis pas encore remise du photoshoot le slip français mais LA???? La vache j’ai pas les mots, putain c’est fort. Y a deux photos elle me rendent:

[moon7jay]

Pent up pt.2 (l.hs, p.js, s.jy)

Read pt. 1 here

Warnings: cum eating, smut, cheating, member x member (just bros helping each other out yk?), exhibitionism, mild violence, just pure filth, not proofread

Wc: 3.6k

a/n : reblogs, likes and feedbacks are appreciated!

"Pretty little body just made to be fucked yeah?"

Heeseung whispered, running his fingers through your hairs, dick hard and leaking but he didn't want to get overstimulated just yet. The night was long and he knew he was going to be in your pussy again by the end of it.

His palm cupped your tit and he squeezed it harshly, making you whine, body so exhausted you couldn't even squirm properly. Your droopy eyes met his from where was sitting beside your head, touching you all over, just feeling you for pleasure, basking in sensory gratification.

"Make me and my brothers feel good, yeah? Pleasure our dicks with that tight little cunt" He groaned, his breathing starting to get heavy, feeling arousal coursing through his viens just at the thought of what was to come.

His words registered briefly in your tired brain. His brothers? But sunghoon just had sex with you. Were there more? And if so, how many? Would you be able to take that many dicks? Your thighs squeezed at the thought, pussy already aching with their previous assault.

"fucking hell" an unkown voice pulled you out of your fatigued state. You jolted up in your naked glory, suddenly feeling very exposed and conscious in front of another stranger staring you down. You were looking around frantically for something to cover yourself up with but as you were about to reach for the duvet, it was snatched away.

"Don't tell me you're getting shy on me now sweetheart" Heeseung mocked you. His eyes shining in amusement upon seeing how you were trying your best to hide yourself even with just your body. Legs closed and hands on your chest, a failed attempt at hiding yourself from the lust filled eyes directed at you. You averted your shame filled gaze from heeseung's and your eyes travelled to the new man who was watching your body like a hawk. His gaze so intense it made a shiver run down your spine.

"like what you see man?" Heeseung asked and jake walked closer to you without answering him. He was feeling hungry. He had been feeling hungry for a woman's flesh for a while now. And seeing you sitting there? Naked and ready for the taking?? He was throbbing in his jeans. His palms itched with a carnal urge to grope your body.

"My dick likes it more"

Jake climbed onto the bed, crawling till he was in front of your cowering body, hands reaching out to pull your hands away from your chest, mouth watering when you let your hands fall with little resistance.

"fuck yeah" He cursed and grabbed your right breast harshly, squeezing it so tight it made you arch into his touch, a sharp cry of pain leaving your lips.

"That's like a good girl, let him play with you however he likes" Heeseung praised you from where he was sitting manspread on the couch again, rubbing himself from over his sweats. Jake's mouth captured yours messily, teeth clashing and tongues melding with little to no patience evident in his movements as he pushed you to lay down on your back. He was even more desperate than heeseung in his approach to handling your body. You were already squirming underneath him, small hisses of pain being whimpered into his mouth because of the way he was groping your sensitive flesh.

Your hands came up to push at his shoulders slightly but he groaned into your mouth in frustration and pressed himself closer, his palms squeezing your tummy and travelling down to grope your hips. Too much, he was overwhelming you.

You breathed in a mouthful of air, panting harshly when he was pulling away all of a sudden and hurriedly unbuttoning his jeans. His lust filled eyes met yours and you shivered upon feeling the intensity of his desire.

Your eyes travelled down to watch him pull his leaking cock out, his tip an angry red. He hissed and tugged on his dick a few times, the scene so hot it had your thighs squeezing together in arousal.

"looks like I'm late to the party" another voice made you look towards the door and Lord. This man was big with his arms out on display. Just like sunghoon. His eyes were glinting with intrest as he watched you and jake on the bed.

"Just in time man" Heeseung commented from the couch and patted the space beside him for Jay to join. You couldn't focus on them for long because jake was tugging you up roughly by your hairs, rubbing his cock all over your lips while you whimpered, staring up at him with big doe eyes.

"Need you to choke on it" Jake grunted and without waiting for another second, he was forcing his dick into your mouth. A chocked noise escaped your throat as he lodged himself deep in a rough thrust, his head thrown back, groaning in pleasure. You held onto his thighs, nails digging in when he started to thrust in your throat in earnest, his movements rough, the force and constant assault in your mouth making tears spring to your eyes. He held your head like a fleshlight, fucking into it with abandon.

"Deeper, fucking take it deeper" he groaned from above you and meshed your nose against his pubic hairs, a deep sigh of pleasure reverberating in his chest upon feeling your tight throat, the gagging sounds making him throb in your mouth like crazy.

"Let her breathe jake, you're gonna kill her before I get to fuck that cunt" Jay joked from the couch and heeseung groaned, too focused on the sight of you gagging on Jake's dick, his hand squeezing his painfully hard cock.

"Don't you have a girlfriend waiting at home bro?, I thought you just wanted to watch" Jake panted, finally letting up his hold on you and letting you breathe. You panted, your eyes filled with tears and saliva mixed with cum dripping from your mouth. You were a sight to behold.

"She's the woman I'm going to marry but she doesn't satisfy my dick" Jay groaned, half in frustration and half at how turned on he was, watching Jake pull your mouth back on his cock.

Gagging and choking sounds filled the room again, Jake's thrusts increasing in speed, his hold tight at both sides of your head, moving in and out, in and out, setting a rhythm of fucking into your throat so deep that he could feel himself cumming

"f-fuck fuck" Jake groaned, thrusting one last time and his hips stilled, lodging his dick deep inside your throat, his eyes rolling back in pleasure as his body convulsed, filling your mouth with his cum.

You weren't ready for so much cum but tried to swallow everything, choking and coughing as his taste made your stomach churn.

You couldn't even breathe properly before Jake was manhandling your body around, forcing you on your hands and knees, your head facing the two men sitting on the couch while he grinded his still hard dick against your ass.

"you're right, you need to keep these whores around to stick your dick in once in a while. One woman to keep your heart full and the other to keep your balls empty" Heeseung grunted and your watery eyes met his, your mouth falling open in a filthy moan when you felt Jake pushing himself inside your pussy from behind

"fuck this" Heeseung groaned and slipped his hands inside his sweats to pull his dick out, jerking it off furiously, still maintaining eye contact with you.

"So fucking tight-god fuck yes -pussy feels so fucking good" Jake groaned from behind you, his grip tightening on your hips and he started to thrust in, making soft moans to fall from your mouth, eyes focused on the way heeseung was fisting his cock.

"Shit man that's so hot" Jay hurriedly pulled his own sweats down his legs, his dick slapping his stomach, making you glance over at him. His leaking and girthy length making your mouth water.

"Yeah baby watch them jerking off, you like when men jerk off to you?" Jake growled in your ear, his hot breaths falling on your neck, his hips snapping into yours harshly, leaving you a babbling mess. Your eyes were glued to the sight of jay's thick cock and the way he tugged on it, teasing his slit and hissing in pleasure

"God she's fucking clenching, fucking slut" Jake pulled your body up from your hairs, a pained cry left your lips and your back arched touching his chest while he pistoned his dick in and out of your fuck hole.

"fuck her faster" Heeseung moaned and Jake's pace increased.

"God yeah, yeah baby" Jake whimpered into your ear, his hands slipping forward to squeeze your boobs, making you moan louder, your eyes threatening to roll back in extreme pleasure.

"This is better than any porn I've ever jacked off to" Jay panted, his dick throbbing in his palms while he tugged on it, up and down, up and down. Your eyes met his and he groaned, his tongue hanging out of his mouth while he gooned.

"ughh fuck you're gonna make me cum" Jake increased his pace, the delicious clench of your cunt making his head spin in pleasure.

You both moaned at his increase in pace and your eyes rolled back,closing in pleasure, unable to hold back your own orgasm at the feeling of his hips drilling into your cervix repeatedly.

"fuck fuck holy shit gonna-mhmmn" He filled you full with his hot load, panting near your ear, the back of your head resting on his shoulder, both of you trying to come down from your highs.

You yelped when you felt another cock pressing into your clit, your back still pressed to Jake's chest, eyes meeting heeseung's as he pulled your body closer to him, rubbing his cock head against your bundle of nerves

"pull out man, I can't fucking wait" he panted and you moaned at the feeling of Jake pulling out from inside you, your hands coming up to hold onto heeseung's shoulders for support, thighs shaking. At this point your mind was blurry with sensations.

Heeseung's hot breaths fell on your face, your eyes staring into his sex crazed ones as he pushed you down on your back when Jake moved from behind you.

"God you drive me fucking insane" He groaned and thrust into your pussy in one go, a pained scream escaped your mouth and he moaned in pleasure. Already feeling himself close to cumming with how much he had edged himself on the couch.

His hips started thrusting, in and out, in and out, his mind focused on using your body to cum and satisfy his lust.

"is it tight?" a choked voice asked and you glanced at the side to look at Jay through your teary gaze, he was jerking his cock furiously, his hips lifting off the couch, indicating how close he was.

"So fucking tight" Heeseung groaned, taking your earlobe into his mouth as he fastened the pace of his hips. His dick was feeling so good, he wanted to spend all night in your pussy.

"Wet and warm?" Another pained groan, jay's head falling back as he imagined how your cunt would feel around his throbbing cock, his other hand moved on its own to squeeze his balls, increasing his pleasure.

"so wet, so fucking warm" Heeseung panted and rutted into your cunt like his life depended on it. In a sense it did.

"fuck-oh God fuck yeah- jay's hips jerked. Once. Twice. Three times before he was spilling his load all over his palms and thighs. The sight so erotic it had your own body convulsing, your eyes rolled back in pleasure and you came undone on heeseung's cock with a pornographic moan, your nails digging into his shoulders, your back arching to increase the depth of his dick in you. Heeseung whimpered and moaned, his head swimming in ecstasy, the squelching sounds from your meeting sexes making the knot in his stomach snap, his fuck cream filling you to the brim.

"oooh fuck yeah baby milk that fucking dick" He whined, face buried in the crook of your neck while he used your pussy to get off.

Tears were streaming down your face, vision so blurry that you could no longer see the other two men in the room, your body and cunt overwhelmed and overstimulated. Too much, everything was too much. Heeseung's hips stilled eventually and he sighed in satisfaction, holding your sweaty body close to calm himself down. Thanking his lucky stars for having found you in a stranded hotel room. All alone. His hand would have never given him this much pleasure.

He pulled his body up and his dick plopped out of you with a pop, warm cum spilling down your thighs, leaking from your hole

"fucking nasty" heeseung chuckled and climbed off of you. Your eyes were shut in exhaustion, unable to feel your legs, body spread out on the bed, like an invitation for anyone to come and stick their dick in you.

At least that's what it looked like to Jay. His hands parted your thighs apart and his tongue penetrated your cunt, slurping all the mixed cum from inside of you, making you moan and sob in overstimulation, your fingers fisting the sheets for support.

Jay groaned at the nasty taste and heaved himself up to hover over your body, his one hand squeezed your cheeks to open your mouth and he attached his mouth to yours, sharing the messy mixture of cum with you.

You moaned into his mouth, pussy starting to drip again, just the thoughts of sex and dick taking over your mind. You needed to get fucked hard. Again and again. You needed dick lodged deep inside of you. Hard and fast.

Jay's hands parted your thighs and he settled his bare dick against your opening. He groaned into your mouth, still sharing cum, rough movements of his tongue making saliva drip down from the junction of your mouths. Your hips pushed upwards, needing and needing.

"Yeah you need that dick? need it to quench that thirst don't you?" Jay mocked, his own dick leaking loads of precum in anticipation of your pussy. You nodded with wobbly lips and he couldn't hold himself back, a curse falling from his lips and he took his dick in his palm, parting your pussy lips and pushing himself inside, a loud groan leaving his lips "fuck yeah baby, give it to me"

Your back arched and you moaned in pleasure, your mouth falling open in a gasp upon feeling his girth. He was the biggest you had taken that night and it fucking hurt. Hurt so much that you started to squirm, your tiny hands pushing against his chest to push him away.

Jay groaned and chuckled upon feeling your efforts, his lust blown eyes stared into your teary ones and he bit his lower lip, forcing his length inside your tight gummy walls, pulling his hips all the way out and thrusting back in, smirking when a pained gasp fell from your lips. He thrusted again. And again. His own eyes threatening to roll back in pleasure, the tightness and warmth of your pussy making him crazy in lust.

"cmon baby fuck back on me" Jay slapped your tits, making a sob rip from your throat. That hurt.

He rolled his hips into yours and slapped your chest again, squeezing your flesh painfully, wanting to see you sob in pain.

You tried to cover your chest with your hands, sobbing and shaking your head "p-please" you whimpered in pain.

"Yeah?" He asked, his tone mocking and eyes dark, rolling your hips into yours again and again, forcing your hands off your chest even when you thrashed around "no please-please it hurts" you sobbed but your cries fell on deaf ears.

He held your hands above your head, his hold tight on your wrists while he slapped your tits again and again with his other palm, his hips snapping faster against yours the more your skin turned a painful red.

"Hurts yeah? That's what my girlfriend says. fucking bitch-he pelted a harsh thrust and clenched his jaw in pleasure and anger coursing through his veins-what fun is sex if doesn't fucking hurt?"

Your sobs of pain were driving him crazy, squeezing your flesh harshly as he rutted into your womb, skin slapping sounds filled up the room, drowning out everything else.

If you weren't basking in overwhelming feelings of pain and pleasure, you would have noticed the slick sounds coming from across the room, wet palms sliding against dicks and low moans leaving red bitten lips as heeseung and jake jacked off like some sex drunk freaks. Heeseung could no longer feel his legs, but the delicious slide of his palm against his balls and dick was driving him delirious.

Jake was panting like a dog, pained groans leaving his plump lips as he rutted into his fist, the sight of yours and jay's grinding bodies too hot for him to hold back.

"Man you wanna help me out?" jake gasped, his palm not doing enough to make him reach completion. His words caught heeseung off gaurd, but his lust ridden brain was not in the headspace to think rationally, his eyes travelling down to watch Jake's hips rutting into his palm.

"H-how" he groaned, not stopping his movements on his dick, it felt too good to stop.

"Just-fuck just jerk us off together, I saw it in a video before, it looked like it feels really good" jake explained, his cock throbbing, dark eyes running over heeseung's heaving form. Mind clouded with the single thought of cumming, it didn't matter that this was heeseung, his best friend.

Heeseung's dick twitched in interest at the proposal and even though he was sceptical, one look at the heated sex scene on the bed was enough to have him scrambling to his knees. He and jake both standing on their knees, facing each other as heeseung wrapped Jake's and his dick in one palm, both of them groaning in sick pleasure. Flesh against flesh felt good no matter whose it was.

"No homo" Heeseung groaned and jake nodded, his eyes rolling back upon feeling heeseung's ministrations, his palm starting to jerk both of them off, dick sliding against dick, slick and wet.

"No homo" He gasped and rutted his hips into heeseung's touch.

A loud moan made both of them to turn their heads towards the bed. your body was folded into half while Jay panted like an animal on top of you. His carnal instincts taking over as he slapped your body around, turning your flesh red and blue, bruises were already showing up on your skin.

You were full on sobbing now, trying to run away from the assault and the merciless dick moving in and out of you.

"Cunt so tight baby, making me feel so good" He groaned into your mouth, capturing your lips in a messy kiss, hips snapping harshly into yours. Deeper, harder, faster.

He parted your thighs and went in further, a hiss leaving his lips at the delicious clench, world fading into mind numbing pleasure.

"yeah yeah yeah baby, scream for me, tell me to stop" he whimpered, teeth gritting when you fucked back on him. Your hips thrusting upwards. He slapped your cheek when your eyes started closing, a pained whimper falling from your lips.

"eyes on me" he grunted and grinded his groin against yours, the junction of your meeting sexes wet and messy.

He grabbed both of your boobs and dug his nails into the sensitive flesh, using your chest as leverage to fuck into your cunt, dragging his dick back and forth against your gummy walls

"p-please stop t's too m-much" you cried, your free hands now slapping against his shoulders, trying to push him away. His hot breaths of exertion fell on your face and he bit your lower lip harshly, making you scream, his hips never stopping or slowing down.

"Squeeze me, ugh fuck yeah, make me cum in this fucking pussy" He groaned in pleasure, your pain only pushing him closer to the edge. His eyes glanced at the side briefly and the sight made him cum, a pornographic moan falling from his lips and he rutted furiously into your cunt, eyes focused on the couch, fingers digging painfully into your flesh.

You whimpered and followed his gaze, your own eyes rolling back at the sight of heeseung and jake rubbing their dicks against each other. Jake's head rested on heeseung's shoulder while heeseung's head was thrown back in pleasure, gasps and moans falling from thier mouths as heeseung's palm jerked them off together desperately. His hips stuttered and so did Jake's

"oh god-god I'm so-"

"fuck me too, mhmmfuck-" and the knots in their stomachs snapped, spilling their loads all over each other's dicks. The sight was enough to have you squirting, liquids squelching while you babbled in pleasure, hips jerking as Jay groaned above you

"yeah you fucking liked that didn't you" he moaned and started thrusting in you again, chasing another high. He would never admit it but the sight of his best friends pleasuring each other was enough to have him hard again in seconds. This was something he would think about later. For now tho, he needed your pussy to get off

"mmnhmfuck yeah baby take this fucking dick"

Sweaty bodies rubbed against one another and he could already feel his high close. Just right there, right there-

You sobbed in overstimulation, your vision fading in and out of consciousness. Body jerking up and down with jay's harsh thrusts. His balls tightened, fingers digging into your flesh as he thrust a few more times before unloading all his cum in your womb. He rutted ruthlessly to empty his balls inside and then he was pulling out of you, lying at your side in exhaustion.

The sound of a phone ringing snapped the three boys out of their post orgasmic bliss and jake cursed, picking up the phone from the couch and glancing at jay

"Man it's your girlfriend"

The panicked shuffling was all you heard before passing out. Your body buzzing with overwhelming sensations, remotely aware that you were supposed to report back to the hotel manager after cleaning the rooms. But that could wait.

[cllightning81]

Family Friend [PG10]

Summary : You and Pierre had been dating for a while but the last thing you expected was to see a picture of you kissing on social media. Except that's not how your brother's found out it was him.

Pairing : Pierre Gasly x Leclerc!Reader

Warnings: Google Translate French

When you woke up that morning, the last thing you expected to see was a billion text messages from only three people. Charles, Arthur, and Lorenzo. Reading through the texts, they were all variations of

You looked down with Pierre’s arm tightly wrapped around your waist. You opened the Twitter well now X app to see millions of pictures of yourself kissing a guy -Pierre- explaining all the texts from your brothers. Your face dropped as you shook Pierre awake 

‘When were you going to tell us?’

‘Who is that?’

‘What the hell Y/N’ 

“Amour? Qu’est-ce qui ne va pas?” (Love? What’s wrong?) He asked, voice deep and full of sleep

“We’ve been caught. There’s pictures of us kissing. My brother’s have already seen it” You panicked as he pulled you closer now more awake. 

“Chérie. Take a deep breath.” (Darling) You copied his breathing. Your head placed against his chest, his heartbeat against your ear resting right above his heart, relaxing you more. 

“I guess. I miss your blonde hair” You changed the subject as you always did when you panicked. 

“Now let’s see this picture?” He muttered, taking your phone and looking at it

“Okay. So it’s just a picture of you kissing someone. It’s also a very old picture Chérie” He rubbed your arm gently with his hand

“You’re changing the subject. This could be anyone in this picture, so let’s continue with our plans of a day on the boat. There’s gonna be other people there, so let’s get ready for that” You nodded, kissing his jaw. 

An hour later, you were following Pierre onto Charles’ boat after not answering any of your brother’s texts. Lando thankfully followed behind you so it didn’t look too suspicious. Not that he knew that you were using him to hide your panic. 

“Look who finally showed up” Charles rolled his eyes, and you dropped your head 

“It’s an old picture. I promise. I was like nineteen in those pictures. Like four years ago” you sighed, sitting down next to Pierre. It's more like you had been hiding your relationship for four years. It was perfect. You got to quarantine together and just pretend it was because Pierre’s house offer had fallen through. Well, it had, but he definitely could have got another. 

“Qu'est ce qui ne vas pas chez toi?” (What is wrong with you?) Arthur asked Charles, pushing him aside and wrapping his arms around you from behind. Being just a year younger than Arthur, you had always been close. He was more interested in who it was to annoy you about it than Charles, who wanted to kill whoever it was. Lorenzo just wanted to be nosey and know all the details. A little longer, you were talking about stories of your childhood with the Leclerc brothers. Pierre had left to go to the bathroom and then get the next round of drinks. 

“Y/N started a fight once, and it got a little too violent” Arthur laughed, and you shook your head 

“I did not start the fight. I joined in on the fight and got violently attacked” you replied, rolling his eyes 

“Violently attacked?” Lando asked, and you nodded

“Enzo pushed Cha. Who fell into me, and I went through the glass table. Maman was not happy. I broke her glass table but was even less amused when she realised I was bleeding” You looked at Arthur, who was sitting on the other side of you. 

“It’s a nice scar now. One for the history books” Arthur laughed 

“What scar?” Pierre asked, handing you a glass of wine as he took his seat back next to you, his hand instinctively going to your thigh, which was hidden by the table you were sitting at. 

“The one from going through the table when the boys were fighting”  

“The one on your right ribs?” He asked, and you nodded. He paused only now, just realising what had left his mouth. Shit. 

“Que viens-tu de dire?” (What did you just say?) Charles asked, standing up and rounding the side of the table

“I didn’t” He shrugged, and you rolled your eyes 

“It’s not exactly hidden, is it?” You asked with a shrug

“I’m sure Lando even knew it was there” you added, and Lando shook his head 

“Of course you didn’t” This really wasn’t how you wanted your relationship to come out. Your leg bouncing under the table. Arthur took your hand, giving it a squeeze, knowing exactly how this was about to go. Arthur had definitely pieced it together today, and he didn’t care. 

“C'est bon. Il s'en remettra” He whispered in your ear as Charles continued to go off on Pierre for getting with his little sister. You stood up, pushing Charles back 

“Shut up! Charles. You’re not my keeper. No wonder I spent the last twenty-three years hiding all of my relationships. Including this one. Pierre looks after me, Charles. More than you ever had during your travelling. It’s all I’m the best with you. Arthur’s never been good enough, I’ve never been good enough. So stop it, will you?” You shook your head walking inside the boat, Pierre, following behind you. His arms wrapped around your waist as your hands rested against the counter. Your head fell back onto his chest as you tried to hold back your tears. His head resting on your shoulder. 

“Amour. Je t'aime et je t'aimerais toujours” (Love. I love you and always will) He kissed your neck softly as his thumbs gently rubbed against your hips. 

[radio-writes]

https://m.youtube.com/watch?v=x2aB3ZE1InE&pp=ygUbbXkgZ29vZGJ5ZSBlcGljIHRoZSBtdXNpY2Fs

This is how I hope reader and Alastor's divorce would be like. Give me a grand musical number of reader having ENOUGH and leaving his sorry ass please please please

This way, you won't disappoint me.

This way, you won't waste my time.

This way, I'll close the door.

Consider this as my goodbye.

That's just like you.

Why should I be surprised?

Selfish and prideful and vain.

I'll remind you.

I saw you as a friend.

But now we're done.

This way, you get what you wanted.

This way, you can save your time.

This way, you close the door.

And have your damn goodbye.

You're not looking for a partner!

You're not looking for a friend!

I mistook you for a savior!

What a waste of effort spent!

At least I know what I'm fighting for,

While you're fighting to be loved.

Since you claim you're so much better,

Why's your life spent all alone?

You're alone.

One day, you'll hear what I'm saying.

One day, you might understand.

One day, but not today

For after all, you're

Just a man.

This day, you sever your own head!

This day, you cut the line!

This day, you lost it all!

Consider this as my goodbye!

[bettymylove]

CAN U WRITE SOME MATTHEO RIDDLE SMUT?! I GOT AN IDEA!! The (fem) reader obsessed with mattheos abs arms viens hands- anyways- they’re making out in her dorm and she starts dry humping him and eventually c0ckw@arming Mattheo for litteraly hours on end and her skirt covers them up but they’re hanging out with their friends the whole time-

hey loveyy<3 hope you like it!!

Dormitory Activities

pairing: mattheo riddle x reader

content: read the ask

warnings: smut, 18+ minors dni

she couldn't help it, the way his hands flipped the page of the book or when they tightened around his quill and you lost it when he ran it through his hair.

your homework was long forgotten, after all that you could only think about mattheo and him alone.

you decided to act on it and picked up his textbooks and placed them down with your own.

he only raised a eyebrow in question and you replied by pushing him so that he was sitting against the headboard.

"I want you" you said straddling his lap leaning down to kiss him.he kissed you back and you could melt in his lips and way he held the back of your head.

"why do we always end up making out?" he said with a chuckle. you didn't answer way too busy straddling him slightly moving back and forth so that his clothed dick can make contact with your cunt over and over.

"god, matty I'm gonna come" you were full on humping him now and he was watching the scene with just a hint of amusement on his face.

"but don't you want me inside of you"he said and you replied by unzipping his pants and taking off your panties leaving the skirt on. you sink down to him whining at his size.

"don't move stay like this,pretty"and you obliged, sitting there for what you were sure were a few hours.

"and that's when I told him- you and mattheo both looked up at the unwelcomed source of sound and found your friends. "look at it will you, mr. and mrs. riddle all cuddled up" theo said with a chuckle.

right, cuddling is what you were doing.

"don't you dare move, princess" you could only nod in response. you liked the thrill of getting caught you couldn't help clenching around him.

he carefully picked you up and dragged you out of the dorm to a random corridor.

"you just couldn't wait, could you baby?"he said kissing your neck.

[vonlipvig]

acabo de terminar el octavo episodio d severance (me voy a ir a dormir pq son las 12:30) pero man what the fuck. what the fuck QUE ESTA PASANDO TENGO MIEDO

a ver, cuál era el ep 8. AH. waffle party. si, shit's getting WEIRD. encima ya sabés lo de ms. casey AAAAAAAAAAA.

bueno, preparate para el ep 9, uno de los mejores episodios de televisión de estos tiempos, IT'S THAT SERIOUS.

[81pastrys]

The Mafia’s Princess

Part 2 / 16

Summary— Her abrupt exit doesn’t cut it for her ex so he calls her nonstop until she answers.

Warnings— stab wounds/scars; mentions of being naked (f); angst

A/N— the translations are after the French 🙂‍↕️ respectful Charles all the damn way.

Series list

Dividers @bernardsbendystraws

“Have you found a new princess yet?” I throw back, hoping to change the subject. As if it couldn’t get worse, more familiar faces walk up. “God save me,” I mumble, looking to the ceiling.

“Princess?” Pierre and Esteban say in sync, noticing me. The Frenchmen share a glance and start laughing. I got up and walked off before they could tell me to sit down again. I leave the VIP area, and my guards follow. I go out the back and get in my car, speeding off. My phone rings, and I ignore it.

The entire way home, my phone rings nonstop, and I get tired of it. “Quoi?!” (What?!) I exclaim to the Monegasque.

“Princesse, calme-toi, je voulais savoir comment se passaient les affaires.” (Princess, calm down. I wanted to know how business went) I roll my eyes and take a turn slightly too fast. Luckily, I saved it and sighed into the phone. I pull into my private garage and get out of my car.

“Pourquoi t'en soucierais-tu ?” (Why would you care?) I walk to the elevator and enter my penthouse. We fight and argue on the phone before I pull the plug. “Viens déjà, putain!” (Come over already, fuck!) He ends the call.

I freshen up, wrapping a towel around my body. I walk to my bedroom and pick out clothes for the night when my elevator dings. Not many people know my code, let alone invite themselves up.

“Charles, c’est quoi ce bordel?” (What the fuck?) I say, tilting my head as he lets himself into my room. He walks closer to me without a word, one hand in his pocket and the other raised to caress my cheek. It was irresistible not to lean into his warm touch. “Why are you here?” I ask.

“You told me to come.” He responded softly. He retracts his hand and places it in the other pocket. He always respected my body, even when we were dating. “I don’t have a new girlfriend, by the way.” He reassured me. “No one can replace the original princess, you know that.”

My eyes gloss over in hope, but I quickly shake my head. We don’t work together. It’s terrible for the business; if I get roped into his sport, I’ll be in the media and can’t blow my cover like that. “It never works.” My voice cracked as I spoke. The emotions I feel for this man are exclusive.

“No need for emotions, my princess.” He soothed me. I shake my head and start getting dressed. He turns away, annoyed I never gave a warning.

“You don’t have to turn away my prince.” I tease, smirking at the back of his suit. The respect he has for me is insanity. I pull an oversized tee over my head and put on panties to sleep in. “I’m dressed.” I sigh as I dry my hair with the towel.

“Mon amour, your thighs.” He mentioned, panicked at the stab wounds that polka dotted my thighs. They were healing nicely, after all. I sit on my nearly made bed and take out the healing cream to tend to the now scars. “Who did this?” He was enraged someone would hurt me.

“Business deal gone sour.” I lie, concentrating on my leg to apply the ice cold cream. “I’ve been arrested 6 times, Cha,” I whisper, not looking up to see his facial expression.

“Your father is okay with this?” He asked with genuine concern for my well-being otherwise. If I tell him he doesn’t know, which is the truth, he’ll go ballistic. Although if I lie, he’ll also know. I look up, and my face says it all. “Absolument Pas!” (Absolutely not!) He yelled. He took his phone out and dialed my father.

They talked for hours before coming to a decision. My father got an answer on why my car got impounded- a lousy business deal, and why my bodyguards dropped thousands randomly- to bail me out of a prison cell. I sighed as Charles returned to my room. He has no suit jacket anymore, just his long sleeve, off-white button-up, and trousers with a belt that has been unbuckled.

“Pack your bags, princess.” He demanded. I looked at him in confusion, and he took it into his own hands, grabbed my suitcases, and threw clothes in it.

“Stop! Stop! What are you doing?!” I exclaim. I got off the bed a bit too quickly and wince at the pain that radiated through my legs. He turned to me and grabbed me quickly to sit me back down. His hand brushed my side, lifting my shirt from below my chest.

“Princess.” He said softly, running his hand over a fully healed scar that cut through my tattoo. “You’re coming with me now, so please pack your things.” He returned to my suitcase and fixed the clothes, folding the clothes to create space for more to fit.

This one is short I’m sorry, the next one has smut though! (and it’s longer)

[roslynwrites]

hi!!! did you abandon the zutara fanfic that takes place after katara's divorce?

Hi! Oh my god an ask about my cottagecore middle-aged Zutara?! 🤩

I love you

And nope, that is not abandoned! In fact I opened the doc for that one last night and (though you should take everything I say with a grain of salt right now) I think that may be the one that updates first when I pull the lead out of my ass? I started it because I was feeling summer vibes (and wanted to practice descriptive imagery); and here we are again, in summer, and it's low stakes and sweet and seems like what I need right now. Also I feel the desperate need to play a part in adding more middle-aged or geriatric Zutara into the universe.

Also also! Just for your future reference or anyone else reading this, something should be considered abandoned only when I write 'abandoned' in the summary of the fic. Otherwise, assume it isn't :)