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[musesinked]

@myhappyxending continued from x

Emma’s body felt as though it was vibrating from the anger that was boiling inside of her. She had let down her barriers, allowed Regina in. Something, she hadn’t done in such a long time. “You can’t even look at me, can you?!” Talking to Regina’s back, was infuriating her even more. Each second she waited for a response, felt more like dragged out minutes.

The kiss they had shared, was unexpected but god it was more perfect than Emma could ever have imagined it to be. The butterflies that had erupted in her stomach, the feeling of pure happiness that had came with it. It had given her a high, one she had never experienced before.

As Regina now turned to face her, the anger that had been taking over, turned to hurt. The look on the brunettes face was heart aching, dark orbs speaking unspoken words. Silently she stood, unable to form a word as Regina slowly took a step closer towards her. Shakily Emma reached for the hand now offered to her, the warmth of the others touch made her heart sink. “I’m scared too.” Her words coming out as a soft whisper. Regina’s hand still in her own, she took steps to close the remaining gap between them. “I’ve wanted this for so long. To feel your touch, your lips on mine.. Regina I want this.”

[angelicxlly]

𝒞𝑜𝓃𝓉. — { @heredis-sanguinis }

{ ⟡ } ——— The endearment in the sweet nickname & how softly he had kissed her lips would deem her entirely silent. It was the tenderness of his hold & concerns, it was the sweetness & care poured upon her broken, powerless, form. The words calling upon her beauty, albeit if at first she had jested to lighten the mood & perhaps bait a compliment or two to feed her ego, had now moved her heart upon the sincerity in his voice. —& with every brush of his thumbs, it would be as if calling forth crimson & life to her otherwise sickly visage… & it wasn’t caused by no magic more than the one bonding their beating hearts together through centuries. The audacity~

“You truly look at me with Cupid’s Arrow painfully piercing through you, don’t you, Mon Amour?” Her tired voice would joke, yet find delight in the comforting & intimate gestures.

She had to consciously refrain herself from following more into his caresses & let go an undignified capricious plea out of her when his hands would move away from her face, yet immediately soothed by the contact remaining across on her arms. Albeit it made her flinch at the wounds & marks, as the poison in her body would reject any attempt to heal the damaged flesh, instead taking & drinking more & more as a greedy creature…

After all, her own nature perhaps would even play against his attempts, making it a little more difficult as an unexpected counter attack, especially when on normal occasions in the past, when petricide wasn’t in the equations, her silhouette would follow through his own instruction & ministrations, guiding it back into health with no single delay…

Perhaps, simply this occasion was trickier: A Mortal Body would form out of flesh by itself first, & blessed with sorcery afterwards; siphoning sorcery out of it would not diminish the body’s capability nor alter its stability…. But, a Nymph was Wild Magic on her own first, given a vessel of flesh by Nature itself afterwards & held together at its own seams by fine threads of golden power. It was less stable to heal on its very own without power flowing freely… & the petricide would make it far harder to resew the lose strings that would never deny him at other times.

Yet Emilia couldn’t help but appreciate her beloved’s attempts, noticing how his eyes would change shades to deep crimson, provoking a little pitiful & ashamed smile. “It's fine…” It wasn’t, but she would whisper regardless, almost melancholic, saccharine & condescending. A hand reaching up to touch his cheek ever-so gently. “… There’s no need for you to force it, Vovachka, I wouldn’t wish you to fall due exhaustion, & have us both bed-ridden.”

In contrast, however, the following mentions made her almost unladylike snort along her low chuckles. “Your sweet puppies are amazing guardians, & their hard-work is ever appreciated.” Fortunately for them, as she was lacking her magic meant no sudden bowties, top hats or waistcoats on the Drakehounds for once. Simply nodding at the expectations of his servitude fluttering around her upon calling was, more disliked in the reminder of her weakness even if it was an act of care. Centuries accustomed to be self-sufficient to be almost bed-ridden was going to need customary adjustment—

Her eyes suddenly opened in genuine wonder, albeit the glow of molten-gold was subdued to a darker hue, there was a hint of ever-vivacious attitude swirling underneath. Humming in contemplation, & her tone becoming a bit playful “You are still awfully assertive lately, that almost sounded as when I wasn’t allowed into the royal gardens’ fully by myself without a chaperon…. & a sweet Prince may offer himself to guide me, even if there would always be someone lurking regardless.” In her mind, the memory was clear & bright as if it had been yesterday, it was went their little attempts of secrecy written upon paper strips had started, or when she had picked upon the oddities of fan language from the aristocrats to convey messages to him too.

“But do not fret, dearest Dragon, I won’t stray too far from your Castle’s tower—,… I doubt for now I would be able to give a couple of steps even if I wanted to, before August or Carmine would alert you on something being wrong, or your dedicated servitude noticing the stumbling Matron on the halls... or you feeling it by yourself in that regard.” Her fingers would carefully move inside the collar of her silk dress to take out & look upon a heart-shaped pendant. Crimson blood flowing through clear crystal, silver wrapping around it as veins, one could almost swear it was about to beat ever-so softly—...

" —Is that how you knew I was hurt & needed help? Your Gifts?" She wondered as sinking a little more into the comforting pillows, trying to deny the way her body was aching. Tensed muscle, tired bones, heavy as a doll without strings. It was ridiculous, yet she stubbornly attempted to not show too much of it & pretend it wasn’t noticeable if keeping a caring eye. Despite being a deceiver & illusionist to many, a master of masking her true reactions & intentions to others, Vladimir had always come to be the one she didn’t feel the need to pretend or hide… … defeated, she had come to that conclusion long ago: he would know either way what lay beneath, wouldn’t he?

[violet-rapier]

@cosmolumine

Layer would simply nod at Pixel as the elevator they were in continued to make its way downward- until it finally stopped and the door opened. “Bing: Floor E1- training room” an intercom announced.

Layer walked out, paused and looked over her shoulder. “We’re here, this is the training room. Is this what you were looking for?”

Here, she thought. The young reploid would be able to show her abilities. But- what exactly where they?

[hasan-demir]

Hasan X Azra contd.

@yavuz-azra​ “To our lack of notoriety then. May it keep us breathing another year.” She jests, and takes a sip of the wine. A teasing smile plays at the corner of her lips… “In any case, its better than making some of these categories. It is quite cruel to announce it right before the party….though, if its any consolation darling, I did vote for you.”

--

“I wonder for which award, but it’s moot now, so I’ll assume the best off you.  To staying alive another year!“

Hasan raised his drink again.

“So how are you and Aviv getting along, he’s one of the less scary Russians at least, so that seems like a good thing?”

He let the question hang before asking something else switching back to the topic of awards.

“I assume the depression or elation of awards is part of the fun and for most encourages the drinks to flow.  I don’t mind I enjoy not being sober, makes the whole thing a lot less tiring.“ He gave her a soft smile it was easy to forget she was aligned somewhat against him in situations like these.

[utcpias]

          ♡.    scout    &    parrish

                              ♡.       “you’d be surprised at just how busy i am and how rarely i’m alone to cry in peace...” @blccmngs​

[lethalties]

“    i    don’t    think    i’ve    ever    seen    you    finish    so    hard    —    i    think    you’re    gonna    need    more    than    fifteen    minutes    for    round    two.    ” / @ardentluv

[incandescentia]

[ cú, for h.sr killian ] Once all the monsters were defeated, Cú Chulainn swung his spear once to clean the blood off it, his posture finally relaxing. A wide grin adorned his features when he turned to glance at his ally in the fight, thrilled to see that they were uninjured as well. He forgot to count how many enemies he took down, but he’ll make sure to count so they can compare and decide who ‘wins’ next time. “You were able to keep up with me! I can’t remember the last time that happened,” the young man laughed, excitement as clear as water in his ruby-like eyes. In a way, it made sense. Determination and the path of the Hunt aren’t the only things that make a Galaxy Ranger, after all.

The pair of warriors were in no state to enter a bar or restaurant, but Cú still said: “Let me buy you something to drink once we return to the city. I bet you’ve as many interesting stories to share as I.” It was the first time he crossed paths with another Galaxy Ranger, so could anyone blame him for getting excited?

“Really? …It wasn’t all that difficult for me.”

The former knight replied at his comrade’s remarks with cool detachment as remnants of levin sparks crackle over the tip of his weapon. It was an aftereffect of the fatal hit directed at one of the monsters who attempted to maul him from close distance. Fortunately, his well-trained reflexes allowed him to counter the movement almost effortlessly — blast of lightning-aspected mana cartridge fired from the gunblade shocked && burned ‘til its corpse blackened. Likewise, he was lost enough in the thrill of the battle to count how many enemies that he had personally defeated. Being somewhat distracted over splats of a monster’s blood that he had caught on his newly acquired expensive leather boots may had factored into it too — as he simply stomped with enough force over his victim's poor body to pulverize it to death, but sullied his brand new shoes with blood in return.

Similarly his now disordered appearance made him in no state to properly enter any bars for a celebratory drink, yet the blue-haired youth who fought alongside him was cordial enough to make an offer; one that he couldn’t find any reason to refuse. “Hm. I don’t mind.” In a rather fascinating twist of fate, this man was also one of the many Galaxy Rangers spread across the cosmos. How curious.

Sitting the blunt edge of his gunblade across his shoulder, he made his steps forward first to head back over the nearest settlement area. Looking back briefly, he gestured towards the youth with a flick of his head to follow his lead. “Come along then if you wish to keep up with my pace, or do you rather wish to race me to the town?” With his ever-enduring stamina still robust enough to perform a consistent sprint, he'd accept any speed endurance challenge with his own knightly pride at stake.

@caemthe

[seekingfancytuna]

i am closing this account, if you want to stay in touch... add me on discord

( midobaby )

[fallen-regentarc]

shared desires ask reply continued from xxx

                                    davina   could   see   the   hunger   in   his   eyes      ,      the   way   that   he   looked   at   her   throughout   the   night   with   such   an   intensity      &      desire      .      like   he   was   fighting   every   urge   within   him   to   disregard   the   formalities   of   bring   in   public      &      take   her   right   there      .      somehow   they   made   it   home      ,      door   closed      &      she's   not   expecting   him   to   pounce   so   quickly      ,      but   his   hands   are   easily   on   her   and   he's   taking   what   he   wants      .      what   she   wants   for   him   to   take      .

                              the   witch   is   lifted   with   ease      &      placed   on   the   counter      ,      eyes   already   dilated   ,   thighs   spread   as   he   apologizes   for   not   making   it   to   their   room   before   he   has   his   way   with   her      .      she's   reaching   forward   to   help   him   with   his   belt   only   to   see   he's   already   released   from   the   restraints   of   his   trousers      &      she's   bracing   herself      .      one   hand   is   pressed   on   the   surface   behind   her   as   the   other   is   holding   onto   his   shoulder      ,      unable   to   stop   the   gasp      &      moan   of   pleasure   as   he   thrusts   in   her      .

                                 hips   move   at   a   desperate   pace      ,      feeling   how   much   he   craved   her      ,      his   deep   his   desire   went   to   feel   all   of   her   that   night      &      she   shares   the   same   sentiment      .      her   lips      &      teeth   work   whatever   exposed   skin   she   should   reach   once   she   rips   open   his   dress   shirt      ,      hands   exploring   the   warmth   of   him      ,      inviting   more   of   him   with   each   moan   that   falls   from   her   lips      .      the   brunette   has   been   waiting   for   this   all   night      ,      the   desire   to   feel   him   inside   of   her      ,      the   desperation   that   crashes   through   her         ---      it   all   helps   push   her      ,      urging   her   closer   to   her   climax   that   she   feels   slowly   building   up      ,      hungry   for   that   feeling   that   only   he   could   give   her      .

@noblyobliges

[nanaslutt]

let me hold you

ʚ cont: fem reader, oral (f!r), dirty talk, pussydrunk gojo, jerking off, cream pie, cock warming, soft gojo, fluffy after sex stuff ^.^

MINORS AND AGELESS BLOGS DNI

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Gojo groaned as he pulled your ass apart with one of his large hands, shaking his head against your cunt as he ate you out like a man starved. "Ffffuck-" You groaned, your toes curled and your eyes rolled back in your head at the feeling of Satoru burring his tongue inside your hole. His hot breath tickled your cunt when he huffed out a short laugh at your reaction, always amused by how easy it was to make you feel good. 

Your body writhed and twitched on top of his desk as you reached behind you with one hand and pressed his head harder against your cunt, your fingers threading through his soft, fluffy hair. Satoru groaned, the squelching noises getting louder from behind you as Satoru increased the pace he was jerking himself off, his hand sloppily stroking his wet length with no rhythm. "Pussy's clenching around my tongue so hard-" Satoru giggled drunkenly, his voice muffled as he spoke so close to your cunt.

"Don't h-hah, don't talk while you-" Your words were cut off when Gojo wrapped his lips around your clit and sucked hard, his soft lips immediately wrapping around the hard bud as his tongue bat at it rapidly, making you see stars behind your eyelids as they rolled back in your head. "Oh, my fucking g-godd-" You groaned, your voice getting louder than you meant it to when he started rolling his tongue around it, making the knot in your stomach tighten with the need for release. 

"Satoru- baby right there- k-keep doing that-" You whined, your face scrunching in blissful pleasure as Satoru ate you out like a man starved. He was eating it so messily, drool and your juices dripped down his chin and fell onto his hand that was stroking himself off, only making the slick sounds even wetter. "Mhmm-mmmm." Satoru moaned against your cunt, his eyebrows furrowed and slightly open, looking unfocused and blurry from his own arousal.

"Oh fuck- fuck that feels so good Satoru- you're d-doing so good," You whined, your inner thighs shaking as you were pushed closer and closer to the edge by Gojo's tongue. Gojo's face burned at the praise, you could feel him smile happily against your cunt as he opened his mouth for a second along the length of your cunt to drink up your juices before he went back to sucking on your clit. 

Gojo felt his balls ache as he stroked himself off, feeling his high grow closer and closer the longer he tasted you on his tongue. Satoru was jerking himself off so fast, not worried about cumming before you or trying to hold himself back, he felt so good, and he bounced back quick. Your fingers curled against his scalp harder as you jaw opened in a small O when you felt your orgasm start to creep up on you.

Gojo groaned at the harsh treatment of his hair, his eyes rolling back in his head at the feeling. "I-I'm gonna cum- S-satoru I'm gonna cum-" You cried, completely forgetting about being quiet. The only person who should still be at the school was Ijichi, but you were hoping his office was far enough away to where he wouldn't hear what the two of you were up to. "Cum, please, give it to me-" Gojo groaned against your pussy, his voice only edging your orgasm on quicker as his words vibrated your cunt. 

Gojo shook his head rapidly back and forth, humming and groaning against you as his cock ached for you to cum. He felt totally blissful and fucked out just from eating you out, he could feel his skin vibrating with excitement just waiting for you to cum. "Fuck- fuck-" Your toes curled in your shoes and your moans went quiet right as your orgasm peaked. 

Your body jerked and spasmed as you came around nothing, your hole pulsing and squeezing, dripping juices down your cunt and against Satoru's lips. Gojo popped off your cunt with a moan and quickly stood to his feet, still jerking himself off quickly and sloppily. You snapped your legs shut and crossed your legs at the feeling of him no longer sucking your clit as you continued to cum.

Faster than you were able to understand what happened, Satoru rammed his cock inside you and gripped your waist hard enough to bruise as his chest collapsed against yours. You let out a scream from the unexpected penetration, undoubtedly loud enough for your poor coworker to hear. Gojo ramming his cock inside you prolonged your orgasm, giving you a whole other wave of pleasure as you clenched rhythmically around him. 

Gojo sunk his teeth into your clothed shoulder and bit down hard as his cock kicked inside your walls, his hot cum spilling out from his cock and into your cunt. His balls clenched as he released his seed deep inside you, feeling completely at ease as his whole body felt warm from being inside your hot, soft cunt. Satoru released one of his hands on your waist and reached it up to grab your face and tilt it to the side.

You hummed and whined into Satoru's mouth as he kissed you sloppily, moaning and gasping against your lips, making a mess of saliva on your chin. Gojo's hips weakly thrust inside you as he made sure your pussy milked all of his cum, even as his cock went soft he continued to just push his hips against your ass even while already being balls deep. 

Satoru broke the kiss and kept the hold he had on your chin as he dropped his head into the crook of your neck, panting like a dog. You let your head dangle off the front of his desk as you relished in the warm feeling of his solid body pressed firmly against your own. "It's so soft inside you...don't wanna pull out ever," Satoru whined, his voice coming out weak and childish as his hot breath tickled your skin.

You bent your elbow back and let your hand find his hair, running your fingers softly along his scalp, making him moan softly in pleasure and gratefulness for the soft touch. He rubbed his head into your hand like a cat, wanting more and more of your touch. "Y'think Ijichi will drive us home? Don't wanna move..." Gojo asked. It was true, he did seem extremely worn out. After all, he was basically pressing all 190 pounds of himself on your body. 

"Let's not involve him in this. I'll drive." You said, ruffling his hair. "Okayy," Satoru moaned sleepily, showing no signs of moving or pulling out as he relished in your soft body under him. "Carry me to the car?" He asked childishly, making you scoff and shaky your head, ruffling his head a little harder to keep him awake. "If you pull out I'll try my best, but you did a serious number on my legs." You replied, feeling how shaky your legs were.

"I'm not that heavy, you got it. I'm putting my trust in you so don't drop me or I'll be upset." Gojo said, groaning as he begrudgingly pulled himself up and slowly slid his cock out of you with a whine. The man tucked his still-sopping wet cock into his boxers and grabbed your hips to pull you up. Satoru always got so clingy when he was tired, it was adorable. 

You were barely able to reach down far enough to pull up your panties to stop Gojo's seed that wanted to slide out of you the second you stood. Gojo wrapped his arms around your body and rested his head on your shoulder, his breathing now evened out. 

"You smell good..." He said quietly, his tongue poking out to lick the side of your neck. You giggled and tapped his hand playfully that was wrapped around your torso, signaling him to let you go. "Off, big baby. Gonna take you home." You said, letting him rock you side to side as he groaned at your words, saying something about just sleeping at the school in a spare room for the night. You eventually dragged him to the car after enough convincing. 

[cheezburgrluvr]

Heard twitter is charging an ass truck more than people are willing to pay just to run a bot now which is sad but the idea that I’ll be able to gaze upon a ace court bot free reply chain at some point in the near future is like the one positive from that

[pengujoon]

FLUSHED WITH FEVER

cont. geto suguru x reader, fluff. suguru is really clingy when he’s sick, he’s so hot he’s burning up, living together!au, intentional lowercase, really wholesome

a/n. suguru brainrot is really hitting strong huh

you woke up to a warm, sunny morning, and for a moment, everything felt perfect. but as you stirred in bed, you felt a familiar presence around you, but something was off.

suguru was nestled close to you, and his skin felt like it was on fire, radiating an intense heat. his cheeks were flushed with fever, and he clung to you as if your touch could cool the burning sensation that consumed him.

“suguru,” you said softly, reaching out to touch his forehead. it was burning up, and he groaned softly in response. his arms were wrapped around you, holding you close, but he seemed almost desperate for relief.

you gently shifted so that you were facing him, cradling his flushed face in your hands. “suguru, you’re burning up,” you murmured, worry filling your voice.

he nuzzled against your hand, seeking comfort. “i know,” he replied, his voice shaky. “i couldn’t sleep, and i needed to be close to you.”

you couldn’t help but feel your heartache for him. “i’m here, suguru. let’s get you cooled down.”

carefully, you disentangled yourself from his grip, leaving the bed to retrieve a damp, cool washcloth. you placed it on his forehead, and he sighed in relief. you could see the agony in his eyes, but he held onto you as if your presence alone could chase away the fever.

you climbed back into bed beside him, and he immediately snuggled against your side, his body seeking the comfort of your touch. you ran your fingers through his hair, trying to bring him some relief from the heat.

“let’s get you some porridge. it’ll help you feel better.”

with a gentle smile, you disentangled yourself from his grip, promising to return. you went to the kitchen to prepare a bowl of his favourite porridge, hoping it would help ease his fever. the scent of the simmering porridge filled the kitchen, comforting and inviting.

after a short while, you returned to his room with the warm bowl of porridge in hand. you found him still curled up under the blankets, looking miserable, but the moment he saw you, his eyes lit up at the sight.

“i’ve made some of your favorite porridge,” you said, holding it out to him. “it’s ready whenever you want.”

suguru’s gratitude shone in his feverish eyes as he accepted the bowl. “you’re the best,” he whispered, his voice full of appreciation.

you sat down on the edge of the bed and helped him sit up. but as you did, he couldn’t resist nuzzling into you, his head resting on your shoulder. he ate a few spoonfuls but seemed more interested in being close to you. his arms wrapped around your waist, and he snuggled against your side.

“thank you,” he mumbled between nuzzles. “you’re always so good to me.”

you smiled, running your fingers through his hair. “of course, suguru. i’ll take care of you until you’re better.”

once he finished, you set the empty bowl aside and turned to face him. his feverish gaze met yours, and in that moment, you knew you needed to offer more than just comfort food.

you moved closer, your hand gently finding its way to the back of suguru’s head, fingers threading through his hair. you felt the heat radiating from him, but you didn’t mind. in this quiet, intimate moment, you leaned in, and your foreheads met. your touch was soft, and your eyes locked with his, offering a silent reassurance that you’d be there for him.

suguru closed his eyes, his hand resting on your cheek, and he whispered, “thank you for taking care of me.”

your heart swelled with affection, and you continued to run your fingers through his hair, giving him the comfort he craved. in this close, loving moment, you knew that your presence was the best medicine for him.

nanami in today's episode... mappa is never beating the gay for nanami allegations

[tadfool]

thinkin about Astarion mending Wyll's clothes for him but also embroidering something on them when he does. I imagine with all the fighting and traveling Wyll ends up with rips and holes in his clothes pretty often and eventually Astarion gets sick of watching him walk around in tattered clothes (most people likely wouldn't even notice but of course Astarion isn't most people). the first couple times he does it he just mends the damages and gives it back, but maybe one time Wyll ends up with a particularly large rip in his shirt and Astarion decides to take the opportunity to cover the damage with a small bit of embroidery to tidy up the repair. Wyll thanks him for repairing his shirt (again) but then he notices the embroidery and pauses for a moment in both surprise and marvel. "did you do this?" he says, carefully running his thumb over the delicate stitches, he knew it was a bit of a stupid question but he couldn't seem to think of anything else to say. (cont. under the cut bc this got kinda long)

"it was a pretty nasty rip, even with my skillful hands," Astarion flashes Wyll a suggestive grin to emphasize his innuendo but Wyll is still to busy admiring the embroidery in his hands, "I wasn't able to make the repair look presentable on its own, but a bit of embroidery does well enough to cover it up"

"it's beautiful." Wyll breathes.

"yes, well, you're welcome." Astarion retorts, his voice thick with snark to hide how much Wyll's earnest praise flustered him.

Wyll chuckles and thanks him again before they part ways.

the next time Astarion repairs some of Wyll's clothes when he returns the item Wyll once again notices a small patch of embroidery but this time it's somewhere totally unrelated to the damaged area. it's lovely, and he spends a moment admiring it before giving Astarion a questioning look. "there was a stain, I couldn't wash it out so I just covered it up. you're welcome, by the way." Astarion defends, and it's almost believable. it might have been more believable if it didn't keep happening.

every time Wyll hands over a damaged piece of clothing to be repaired, it's returned to him with some new embroidery adorning it. it starts off subtle but after some time he has a collage of embroidery along his left pant leg, starting at his hip and extending further down towards his knee with every repair. the collar and both shoulders of his shirt are adorned with delicate designs in colourful thread. he also, notably, becomes a bit more careful in battle, not wanting to damage Astarion's embroidery.

once, an opponent manages to graze his shoulder with their blade, the cut isn't deep but it slices through his shirt. and through the embroidery. as soon as he glaces over and catches sight of the torn thread, he's furious. he dispatches the enemy quickly and rather ungracefully. when he hands the shirt over to Astarion to be repaired he's positively dejected. "swiped at my shoulder, I didn't manage to deflect it in time, cut straight through the embroidery..."

Astarion clicks his tongue, assessing the damage, "no respect for craftsmanship these days..."

when he returns the shirt most of the old design has been picked out and replaced with a new one. a simpler design, Wyll notes, likely easier to repair if it were to get damaged again. he admires it with the same appreciation as the first. "is your shoulder alright, by the way?" Astarion asks rather suddenly.

"hm? oh, yes, barely grazed it. nothing a bandage and a night or two's rest won't fix."

"good." the silence that follows is almost palpable. so many unspoken words, concern, affection, hanging in the space between them. "well. do try to be more careful." Astarion finally says, then hastily adds "at this rate I'm going to run out of thread before I get a chance to get more."

Wyll smiles softly at him. (so softly it makes Astarion's chest ache) "of course." (the idea that Astarion cares about his safety makes Wyll's chest ache as well)

[hcrpyiia]

They have different views, for she still has something to hold on to. That hope to see her family again hasn't diminished yet and the fire inside is ever stronger. Maybe somehow, some way, she can share that flame with him in another way.

She thinks about it and slowly she nods, "I understand." There are no other paths to take. Those are sealed and blocked off, vanished.

"Then, you will not walk that path alone." Knowing him, he'll try to deny that of her. It wouldn't make sense for her who still believed the kindness in humanity to join hand in hand with someone who sought to eradicate them all, but here she is. She looks up at him, waiting.

"Regardless of which path one walks, it's never right to walk it alone."

AND THIS IS WHAT DIVIDES THEM; she preaches a kindness he no longer has to give, for there is nothing left. it has long since burnt away, and now it rests in ashes, amongst the thousands upon thousands of dead omnic souls. he promised them justice, and he will see it through, even if it means forsaking what remains of his own soul to get there.

as she stands, his hand drifts away from her grasp, and he turns to face her. holding his staff aside, ramattra inclines his head thoughtfully--- he isn't entirely sure why he continues to entertain this line of conversation. perhaps it would bring him some semblance of comfort, to have someone understand...

... the way his friends once did.

❝ ... YUMINE, ❞ he beseeches her gently, meeting her gaze at last.

❝ I HAVE ALREADY FORGED MY OWN PATH--- THERE ARE NO OTHERS. ❞ he has exhausted them all, and now there is but one left.

[st4rfckerz]

October 9th - Hierophilia

Confessionals (priest!anakin)

word count: 0.9k

warnings: mdni 18+, dddne, religious themes, oral (male receiving), exhibitionism (?)

a/n: guys pretend i didn’t post this a day late 🧍‍♀️

You found yourself in the confessional, as Anakin had instructed at the start of church. The small room was dimly lit, the darkness providing a sense of privacy and anonymity. As you nervously waited, the sound of footsteps echoed in the empty building, followed by the gentle creak of the confessional door as Anakin joined you.

The moment Anakin stepped into the confessional, he closed the door behind him, sealing the two of you off from the world. Without a word, he pulled you into his lap, his hands gripping your waist as he claimed your lips in a ravenous kiss. You let out a soft moan, your body melting into his as you wrapped your arms around his neck.

Anakin's hands roamed your body, his touch both possessive and tender. He deepened the kiss, his tongue exploring your mouth, leaving you breathless and desperate for more.

“I've been thinking about you all week,” he murmured against your lips, his voice a low growl. “I can't get enough of you.”

You shivered at his words, your heart pounding in your chest. You knew that what you were doing was wrong, that it went against everything you believed in but the desire that coursed through your veins was too powerful to resist. Anakin pulled back from the kiss, his breath coming in ragged gasps.

“We have to be quick,” he murmured, his voice thick with desire. “We can't risk being caught here.” You nodded, your heart racing. The thrill of being caught only heightened the intensity of the moment. “Just need to feel you again.”

You nodded, understanding the urgency in his voice. Without a word, you slid off his lap, your knees hitting the hard floor. Anakin's breath hitched as you began to unzip his pants, his bulge becoming apparent as it strained against the fabric. With gentle hands, you pulled his pants and underwear down, freeing his hardened cock.

You didn't hesitate, wrapping your lips around him, your tongue swirling around the head. The taste and feel of him sent shivers down your spine, the sinful act only fueling your desire. Anakin let out a guttural moan, his hands threading through your hair, guiding your movements. “That's it, take all of it.”

Anakin's hands gently guided your head, controlling the depth and speed of your movements. The back of his head hit the confessional wall with a soft thud, the force of his moans shaking the small space.

Just as you were getting into a rhythm, the creak of the confessional door on the other side of the partition startled you both. The voice that followed was unfamiliar, the person on the other side beginning the introductory prayer. You froze, your heart pounding as you remained on your knees, your lips wrapped around Anakin. The person on the other side began to recount their sins, their voice shaky and uncertain. Anakin gestures for you to stay quiet and continues to guide your movements. His lips formed the words of a response, his voice firm and reassuring.

“Go on, my child. Tell me what's been weighing on your heart.” Anakin responds to the oblivious church goer.

The person on the other side of the partition began their confession, their voice filled with remorse and guilt. “Father, I've been struggling with impure thoughts. I can't seem to control them, and it's been eating away at me.” Anakin listened intently, his voice calm and soothing as he offered words of guidance and comfort.

“It's natural to have such thoughts, my child. The important thing is to resist acting on them. Remember, you are a child of God, and He is always there to help you.” The entire time, he maintained his composure, his actions those of a man of God, not the sinner he was in that moment.

You could feel Anakin's leg tense beneath you, his body language betraying his own struggle to maintain composure. But despite the risk, he continued to guide the person on the other side, his voice never wavering.

The person on the other side began to ramble, their confession turning into a stream of consciousness filled with guilt and fear. “Father, I've been so weak. I've stolen from my friends. I've lied to my parents. I'm afraid I'm going to hell.” Anakin listened patiently, his voice still gentle as he responded. As the person on the other side continued to ramble on, you could see Anakin roll his eyes in frustration.

You notice Anakin's composure begin to falter. He shifted slightly, his hips slightly bucking up into your mouth, his breath coming in shorter gasps. His voice, which had been steady and reassuring, now held a slight tremor as he struggled to maintain his focus. You redoubled your efforts, your tongue swirling around Anakin's cock, The confession on the other side continued, its words lost in the haze of your desire.

“Y-yes, my child.” he stammered, his words coming out in a rush. “You must seek forgiveness. And... and remember, God's love is unconditional. He will forgive you if you truly repent.”

Finally, the person on the other side finished their confession, their footsteps echoing as they left the church. Anakin let out a shaky breath, his hands trembling as they released their grip on the partition.

“That was too close.” you whispered, your voice shaking.

“We'll have to find another place to…meet.”

Anakin pulled you to your feet, his hand cupping the back of your neck as he leaned in to kiss you, the urgency gone, replaced by a tender, possessive claim.

Anakin led you out of the confessional, his hand firmly gripping yours. He guided you through the empty church, back to his office, a space that offered more privacy than the small, vulnerable confessionals.

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prof!price cont. read this before continuing.

warning(s): pet names, fingering, oral (f receiving), praise, age gap MDNI

wc: 1783

He places a small kiss to your temple before pulling his face away from yours, a sadistic smirk spread across his lips. Your eyes meet his once more, face now stained red. A small pit has formed in your stomach, either of embarrassment for arousal, maybe both. You open your mouth to speak but nothing but a shaky breath escapes past your lips.

“What? Too shy to speak, doll?” His smirk widens, a wicked look in his eyes. You do your best to swallow with a dry throat, you wet your lips as you take in everything that’s happened thus far.

"I could take you right here," His eyes stay glued to yours as he brings your hands up to his mouth, pressing a delicate kiss to each palm. "I could rip those jeans off of you, dip my fingers into you and feel how wet I can make you with just a look." Price hands leave yours to grasp at your waist, gripping not too harshly but firm enough to keep you still.

He dips his face down into your neck, peppering light kisses along the vein that runs along it, your eyes fluttering shut at the gentle feeling. He presses his pelvis into you, his hard cock flush against your clothed stomach. The action elicits a soft moan to slip, your hands eventually finding their way to his hair.

"Professor.." You gasp out, his kisses becoming more heated along the length of your neck, lightly sucking along the way. Every nerve in your body lights up, aware of your professor's body against yours.

“Please,” He mutters against your flush skin. “Call me John, sweetheart.” 

John. John. John. Your heart yearns to let the name slip from your lips, but your mouth won’t let it.

You finally bring your hands up to his shoulders, skimming the broad surface underneath your touch. You wrap your arms around his neck and allow yourself to finally give into the man before you. John’s mouth makes its way up your jawline before capturing your mouth with his. He groans into your mouth, the taste of you overwhelming his senses.

He tastes of cigar smoke and bitter coffee. His lips are plush, soft caresses compared to the harshness of his calloused hands. You thread your fingers in his short locks at the nape of his neck, pressing your body further into him. The kiss is firm, rushed but not harsh. John doesn’t want to hurt his pretty little doll, he wants to show her a gentleness fit for a queen.

John’s hands move to your ass, gripping at your clothed flesh before moving to your thighs. He only breaks the kiss to lift you up and you instinctively wrap your legs around his waist. Your lips meet once again, almost like magnets. Your teeth capture his bottom lip, nibbling.

“Christ, I don’t know how much longer I can hold out, Doll.” John sighs as you bring your attack to his neck, sucking in a harsh breath through his nose and your tongue drags against the stubbly area.

“Take what’s yours, John.” Your voice vibrates against his throat, earning another groan from the older man holding you up. As if a switch flipped, he rushed to his desk and laid you on your back, not caring about what gets knocked over and broken in the process. His hands move to your chest, kneading your breasts through your shirt.

“No bra? You naughty little minx.” He grins and winks before taking each side of your blouse, ripping it off of you. Buttons fly and a sharp gasp leaves your mouth at the sudden action and the crisp A/C colliding with your bare nipples. You could feel how painfully hard he is through his slacks as he leans down to capture a nipple in his mouth. His beard tickles your chest as he sucks and swirls his tongue around the sensitive area, a whimper leaving your lips. You buck your hips into his, desperate for any sort of friction at this point. 

“Ah ah, pretty girl. I want to savor you.” John pulls away from your nipple, a small ‘pop’ sounding around you. You whine at the loss of contact and you find yourself almost pawing at this face to come back. He chuckles and dips down to the valley between your tits, kissing a wet trail to the hem of your jeans. John unbuttoned the tight clothing, pulling them down by the belt loops. He leans up only for a moment to admire your light pink, lacy thongs adorning your bottom half.

“Seems like you’d planned for this to happen.” He comments, the fire in his eyes and chest burning like a jet engine. “As lovely as these look on you, they’ve got to go, sweetheart.” Rather than tearing the thin fabric to bits like he did with your blouse, he chooses to slide them down your legs.

He didn’t even give himself a chance to take both items before putting you in a crunch-like position and finally getting a taste of what he needed. He spread your lips and immediately began suckling at your swollen clit. You hand flew to his hair, gripping the soft, short curls into your fist and let out a strangled gasp. John nipped at the sensitive bud with his teeth before running his tongue up your dripping slit, stopping to delve into your contracting opening and tasting your nectar.

“John, oh my God!” You did your best to silence yourself as your cries echoed through the open and empty area of his classroom. He replaced his tongue with two fingers from his free hand, prodding your entrance with the thick digits. He pushed into you, cursing at how slick your walls are and slowly pulled them out before pushing them back in once more.

You don’t mind the burn your body was brandishing from the position he has you in, anything to have the professor you’d had a crush on for the majority of the semester at your mercy. You could feel his fingers push against your sweet spot while his gentle attack on your clit progressed. Every hair stood on end as goosebumps rose to your skin, indicating your inevitable release. Your hand gripped his hair harder, a groan escaping John’s lips and vibrated against you. You whine as you could feel the tightness pool in your lower belly, every action and sound he made pushing you closer to your climax.

“John, I’m close.” You breathe out, your eyes rolling back as he adds a third finger into you, the pleasurable stretch inching you closer. His tongue stopped its assault on your rosey bud, but his fingers never stopped. John stood from the position below you, his intense, deep blue eyes meeting you half-lidded ones.

“I want to watch you fall apart, my pretty little doll.” John’s gruff voice sent shivers down your spine and straight to your nerves. You begun to shake as John leaned down to press a delicate kiss to your forehead, quickening the pace of his fingers fucking you. You whine and whimper, eventually turning into louder moans. He leans away from your forehead, his eyes burning holes into yours.

Your eyes threaten to snap shut as you near your end, wanting to savor the immense pleasure you’re in. “Don’t you dare close your eyes. I want you to look at me as you come.” John’s voice once again rattled your insides, you begrudgingly listening to his dominant words. The intensity in his eyes never let up as you finally slip over the edge.

The profound orgasm ripped through you, every nerve buzzing from the sweet release. Tears prick the corners of your eyes and you hand reach for his shoulders, your nails digging into his flesh. You cry out, strings of unintelligible words slip from your lips and settle into John’s satisfied ears. Your whole body shakes, near convulsions as John slows his fingers until eventually pulling out of you completely. 

“Made quite the mess of you, ay, sweet baby.” John grins once again, bringing his three soaked fingers to your mouth. He taps lightly on the reddened flesh, coaxing you to open up. You wrap your fingers around the thick, meaty digits, tasting your own saltiness covering them. You swirl your tongue around them before he pulls them out. John leans down and presses his lips to yours again. This kiss is sloppier this time, the both of you spent from the escapades. 

John gently pulls your panties and jeans back up your legs, pressing small kisses to your heated skin along the way. You begin to finally regain your strength to lean up on your elbows, your face flush and vision a bit hazy.

“You are quite the sight for sore eyes, sweet girl.” John takes your hands in his and kisses the back of them, locking eyes with you again. You feel like your face can’t get anymore red, the comment making you shy once more even after everything that just played out. You eyes dropped down to the strain in his pants, his cock nearly throbbing from the lack of attention. You reach out, wanting to help him out after everything.

“Not today, love, you can return the favor another time.” He shakes his head and kisses your temple. You’d definitely have to return a huge favor for him. You find your strength to stand once more, holding your arm against your chest. 

“Well, now this is the tricky part considering you tore my top to shreds.” You giggle, casting a gaze to the pathetic excuse for a blouse on the floor. John chuckles and walks over to his backpack, unzipping it and pulling out a sweatshirt of his. You thank him and toss the soft material over your head, his smell strong within each stitch.

“How’s about we go out to dinner one of these nights? I don’t want this to just be a quickie, I want to get to know you more.” John brings his hand up and pushes a strand of your hair behind your ebay before caressing your soft cheek, the pad of his rough thumb running over your cheekbone. You smile up at him and nod, bringing your bottom lip between your teeth.

“I’d like that very much, John.” His eyes brighten more at your acceptance, bringing you in for a tight, affectionate hug. It’s been a crazy day, everything you’d ever dreamed of coming to fruition and then some. As you stand in the middle of your favorite professor’s room, enveloped in his burly frame, you think to yourself about all the ways you can repay him.