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YOU JUST HÆARD IT FROM [HIS MOUTH] FOR SURÆ!!!
#cw gore#cw blood#jrwi fanart#jrwi suckening spoilers#jrwi suckening#BEEN VEHEMENTLY SCRIBBLING THIS THING ALL DAY#IM SO FUCKING IN LVOE W THE NEW EPISODE#VIV N VEX ARE LITERALLY EVERYTHING I COULDVE EVER WANTED. I LOVE BLOOD AND MEAT AND BLOOD AND MEAT#THE SCRIBBLE IS KINDA ROUGH SO DONT LOOK AT IT TOO HARD BUT EHEHEHEEEE THE FACE THAT I CREATED UNNERVES ME#AND IM VERY HAPPY ABOUT THAT. I LOVE CREATING SOMETHING AND HAVING IT EVEN SLIGHTLY PHASE ME#I LOVED ALL THE TOOTH RIPPING NOISES IN THIS EPISODE. AHVE U EVER HAD A TOOTH REMOVED?#SHE USED A BLUNT METAL TOOL TO PUNCH IT OUT. IT REMINDED ME OF THE SPLINTERING OF A TREE. THE WAY IT TORE.#SUCH A SPECIFIC SORT OF CRUNCHING AND SPLINTERING AS A MOLAR WAS RRRRIPPPEEDD FROM THE SOCKET. OHH I LOVE IT.#GOING IN FOR A ROOT CANAL NEXT WEEK AND IM VERY EXCITED. ALL THE DENTISTS LOVE ME N ARE SO NICE TO ME#WHAT A GREAT EPISODE. I HOPE THE URGE TO DRAW MORE STRIKES ME LIKE THIS AGAIN. WEEEE!!#I WANNA ANIMATE EMIZEL GETTIN HIS EYE RRIPPED OUT. BUT. IM ALREADY COOKING 3 OTHER VIV N VEX ANIMATIONS#THERES NO WAY THEY WILL ALL BE FINISHED HELP!! HELP MEE!!!! I HAVE TO MANY IDEAS AND NOT ENOUGH HANDS. DO U GUYS REMEMBER HTF?#OR HAPPY TREE FRIENDS. THE CUTE ANIMAL SHOW W ALL THE BLOOD AND GORE AND TERRIBLE TERRIBLE THINGS HAPPENING TO THE CUTE ANIMALS#in elementary school i would show the 'eyes cold lemonade' to other kids and tell em thats how they make pink lemonade.#hope that helps you undertsand. i wish i could make a lil cartoon w just viv n vex doing what they do best#LOST MY TRAIN OF THOUGHT. IM GOING BACK TO MY LAB. DONT EXPECT TO HEAR FROM ME IN A MILLION YEARS
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Become a Hero: Essential First Aid Tips for Kids
By Mr. Fluffernutter, Bunny Helper Extraordinaire Hello, dear friends! Have you ever been on an adventure and someone got a bump, scrape, or splinter? Even the bravest adventurers need a little help sometimes, and thatâs where heroes like you come in to save the day! Alice calls me âthe bravest bunny doctor,â and today, Iâm excited to share my essential tips and tricks on how you can be a trueâĻ
#Alice and Fluffernutter#antiseptic wipes#Band-Aid tips#bonding through first aid#building first aid confidence#bunny first aid#bunny first aid hero#bunny-themed first aid#childrenâs health and safety#childrenâs safety tips#comforting kids during first aid#creative first aid teaching tools#emergency care for kids#family safety blog#family-friendly first aid#first aid advice#first aid education for families#first aid for children#first aid fun for kids#first-aid#Fluffernutter blog#Fluffernutter first aid guide#Fluffernutterâs rescue mission#fun first aid blog#health#helping kids with splinters#how to remove a splinter#how to teach first aid to kids#inspiring kids to be helpers#interactive first aid stories
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How does Splinter go from human to rat in the versions he does that?
in 12 and 87, i believe he was walking down the street or chilling in the sewers and was mutated into a rat the same time the turtles were mutated.
in rise however.. its a longer story
Hamato Yoshi had a fuckton of childhood trauma (which i will not get into because Spoilers) he was raised by his grandfather but rejected the traditions his family tried to force on him. he moved to LA and became action star Lou Jitsu. he had fame, money, his own merch, he was living the high life.
while at the height of his stardom, he meets Big Mama and they fall in love. after dating for a while Lou proposes, at which point Big Mama revels herself to be a spider yokai and kidnaps him. She forces him to fight in her Battle Nexus, a gladiatorial death match run from BM's hotel. for a while (unclear exactly how long) Lou Jitsu was the undefeated champion and was discovered by none other than Baron Draxum
Draxum kidnaps him and uses his dna to mutate the turtles, in the hopes of creating soldiers with Lou's fighting prowess. Some of the Mutagen gets on Lou, hes bitten by a stray rat and mutates. blah blah blah big escape, lab blows up, and the rest is history
#splinter has a lot of angst potential#given how much he loved the spotlight to have it all suddenly stripped away#and not only that but having his very humanity removed as well must have been compleatly devastating
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most stable mutual: if you were a dog, what breed would you be? I'm curious!
đŦ golden retriever
đŦ gotta be a golden retriever
đŦ my friends say I'm a golden retriever
đŦđŦ You are so beautiful like a golden retriever
mutual #2 going through it down three reblog chains: this is an ender pearl
sanguine girlfriend of mutual #2: how do you navigate your partner's echolalia without being rude? I'm looking for advice on this that's ideally backed more in personal experience than traditional therapy speak, but I'd be willing to hear out any side at this point
howling of the wild winter winds:
mutual in law whose most impactful contribution to the world may well be widely remembered by the numbers of the date on which it happened: if I were a dog, what breed would I be? I'm curious
đŦ wolf
đŦ gotta be a wolf
đŦđŦ wolf isn't a dog dipshit
đŦđŦ you are a tar pot
đŦ golden retriefir
well meaning mutual #3 reblogging someone whose url you've been a little curious about: where is beauty in architecture? has it fled the modern world? do we still have the technology for the flying buttress?
musician mutual #8: wait is it bandcamp friday or is everyone releasing their stuff early to fuck with me
mutual in law once removed of mutual #1 who has you blocked for being annoying but you see their posts sometimes: i need that old man reduced to oak splinters or some shit like that. i need him broken in a way that only glue could reconstitute, and never quite the same, but as something wholly new. i need him altered and remade.
musician mutual #5: new album for bandcamp friday!
mutual #2: this is an ender pearl
howling of the wild winter winds:
mutual #2 but accidentally on their gimmick sideblog: this is an ender pearl
howling of the wild winter winds:
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In the early twenty-first century, Magic the Gathering is a popular trading card game. The game has multiple official formats which define which cards are legal to play, to create different experiences. Pioneer is one of the newer formats, which generally allows cards that were created after 2012 to be included, with some bans.
Ancestral Recall is a card from the original 1993 release of Magic the Gathering. It allows a player to draw three cards at instant speed at the cost of "1 mana." "Instant speed" means that you can play it on your opponent's turn. This is contrasted with "Sorcery Speed" which means you can only play it on your own turn. This is generally a powerful option since you could wait for your opponent to take their turn before deciding what to do, and because it doesn't allow your opponent to react. "Mana" is a resource in the game. Generally speaking, more expensive cards are harder to cast and need to be played late in the game. "1 mana" cards are VERY easy to cast and can be used as early as the first turn. Because drawing cards is VERY useful in Magic, and because Ancestral Recall is very very very easy to cast, it is considered one of the most powerful cards in all of Magic's history and is banned in most formats, including Pioneer.
Treasure Cruise is a card from the 2014 release of Magic the Gathering. It allows a player to draw three cards at the cost of 8 mana, but it also has an ability to make it cheaper at the cost of doing some setup, to a minimum of 1 cost. If you build a deck in the right way, it is pretty easy to make Treasure Cruise a 1 mana spell that draws three cards, which makes it often seen as comparable to Ancestral Recall. However, there are a few key differences:
First, it does require setup to use. Even if it is relatively easy, this setup cannot happen on the first turn of the game (except in VERY weird circumstances). Second, using one copy of Treasure Cruise undoes your setup for the next one. Ancestral Recall can draw another Ancestral Recall which can be used immediately, as early as turn 1 or 2. But it will be somewhat later in the game before you have enough setup that you can play multiple Treasure Cruises in a row. Third, while pretty much every single deck can play Ancestral Recall (indeed, it is almost mandatory to play the card whenever it is legal), only some decks can properly setup Treasure Cruise to make best use of it. Finally, Treasure Cruise is NOT at instant speed. You have to commit to playing it on your turn. Even in the best case it is not as strong as Ancestral Recall for that reason alone. Treasure Cruise is a very powerful card, but it is not as ludicrous as Ancestral Recall. It is also LEGAL in Pioneer.
"Splinter Twin" was a powerful and popular combo from the "Modern" format in magic circa the year 2013. Modern as a format which permits most cards that were printed after 2003. The year 2013, where there were about 10 years worth of magic cards, was considered something like the height of the format, and is often compared to the current Pioneer, which also has about 10 years worth of magic cards.
The Splinter Twin combo made use of two cards. The first was the titular "Splinter Twin" a '4 mana' 'sorcery speed' card which permanently gave a creature the ability to make temporary copies of itself once per turn. The second was any creature that could let a creature use their 'once per turn' effect again. With those two cards together, you could make a copy, have the copy refresh the copier, make another copy, have the new copy refresh the copier, and keep going infinitely. This let you do infinite damage as early as turn 4 of the game, assuming your opponent couldn't disrupt you. Waiting until a later turn allowed players to prevent disruption pretty consistently. This combo was banned in 2016 from Modern, because it was very popular at the cost of other decks. Many people felt this banning was a mistake, especially in retrospect as the format only got more powerful. Splinter Twin was never legal in Pioneer.
The asker in the post above is inquiring as to why Treasure Cruise is legal in Pioneer, but Splinter Twin is not. Calling Treasure Cruise "Ancestral Recall" is a provocative effort to hyperbolize the card, and calling "Splinter Twin" a "turn 4 combo that dies to removal" (removal being a term for getting rid of a creature which would disrupt the combo) is an attempt to minimize the power of Splinter Twin and ignore the fact that it was printed before 2012, meaning it is not currently eligible for Pioneer. The implication is that if a card as powerful as Ancestral Recall is legal, than something that is weaker like Splinter Twin should NOT be legal.
Mark Rosewater, an individual who designed a lot of Magic the Gathering, denied the premise that Treasure Cruise is Ancestral Recall, implicitly stating that the probing question was made based on a flawed premise.
In the early twenty-first century, Magic the Gathering players familiar with the Modern format of 2013 (of which many older players would be) would likely know that both Treasure Cruise and Splinter Twin are being mentioned here, despite neither card being mentioned by name. They would understand the description, know about the formats, and know what Ancestral Recall does. They would know who Mark Rosewater is, and likely have an opinion about Splinter Twin (and Treasure Cruise).
People NOT in the space of Magic the Gathering, of which the majority of the early twenty-first century would be categorized (as, while popular, the card game is not universal) would have zero idea as to what is being discussed in this exchange.
Why is ancestral recall fine for pioneer but sorcerery speed infinite damage, turn 4 combo that dies to remove, isn't?
Ancestral Recall is not legal in Pioneer.
#period novel details#I can't say how healthy or unhealthy the format is (modern OR pioneer)#but Splinter Twin was MISERABLE to play against#âdies to removalâ well they counter your interaction#you better have two pieces#or three#because if they were going for it on turn 4 they had a pact of negation#and they usually WEREN'T going for it turn 4#they tempoed and controlled you out and won as SOON as you tapped out#and if you never tapped out they won some other way while you were playing scarred#maybe the format CAN handle it and maybe there are other degenerate things#and maybe Splinter Twin was never as strong or as popular as more egregious things that didn't get banned#but don't pretend it wasn't a tier 1 deck#and don't pretend that it WOULD be an exception to reprint it just to make it Pioneer legal#and it doesn't matter how annoying Phoenix is#Treasure Cruise is NOT Ancestral Recall#it's still VERY strong#but the problem with the Power Nine is that they were so strong AND so easy to cast that they were effectively mandatory includes
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á° ILLUMI WHO FUCKS YOU BEHIND HIS PARENTS BACK .á
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āŧ á āŧ just a little blurb, maybe I could circle back and expand in the future? this is kind of all over the place, but i love illumi and this my first hxh work! āŧ á āŧ
The rhythmic tick of the clock on the wall steals your attention, the murmuring chatter of the other three people in the room muffling as you zone out. Itâs mindless, the way your fingers trace over the dark mark sticking out against the conference table like a neon sign. The rich mahogany is smooth, not a splinter in sight.
Your chair creaks when you shift your weight, eyes rolling in annoyance when your foot tingles with pins and needles, the appendage forcing itself awake.
For how rich they are, youâd think the Zoldycks could afford comfortable seats at the very least.
A much larger hand covers your own, halting your repetitive tracing, and you shift your head to the left to be met with your fatherâs firm gaze, his mouth set in a line. You glance across the table to Silvaâs serious expression, then to Illumiâs blank one.
You lock eyes with the younger Zoldyck and something hot jolts in your belly, a deep ache settling between your legs. You linger a bit too long before returning your focus to your Father, who removes his hand from yours. You clear your throat, the sound loud in the otherwise quiet room.
âYes, father?â
He raises an eyebrow, somewhat amused but hiding it well. âDid you hear anything that was discussed?â
Heat crawls up the back of your neck and into your cheeks, but you manage to keep your features neutral. âNo, Iâm sorry Father.â
âSilva and I have agreed to allow you to work with Illumi on this mission. We feel itâs best to have you both there,â your Father explains, gesturing towards Illumi. You blink twice, spine straightening, and your pride refuses to let you peak at Illumi and gauge his reaction. You know itâs non existent.
You hesitate, then nod. âI understand Father,â you assure. You turn to Silva with your chin raised. âIâll be an asset to this mission. I wonât hinder Illumi.â
The soft rustle of Illumi shifting, like he canât sit still, does not go unnoticed by you.
Silva looks as pleased as heâs capable of and dips his head in acknowledgment. âSee to it that you are. Illumi does not fail, and if this mission falls apart, youâll be the one who is punished.â
âShe will not fail,â your Father interrupts, tone sharp at the edges. âShe is just as capable as Illumi.â
Your Father and Silva stare each other down for a few tense seconds before Silva concedes, nodding once.
âVery well.â
âŖ āŧ âŖ āŧ âŖ
âIllumi, fuck,â you moan, tightening your fingers in his soft hair as your lids flutter. Your breath hitches when he sucks the sensitive skin of your inner knee between his lips, intent on leaving a dark hickey. âYou know youâre gonna get in trouble ifâ oh god!â You squeak. Illumiâs teeth bite down harder in an effort to stop you from continuing your sentence. âIf your Father finds out, Illumi.â You emphasize his name with a pointed yank to his hair.
Said manâs warm tongue suddenly sweeps up the crease between your pussy and thigh, causing your hips jerk in the direction of his mouth, eager for what comes next.
The dingy white walls and scratchy sheets of the motel bed do nothing to curb the warmth thatâs running thick and honeyed in your veins.
Illumi settles fully on his belly, placing his thumbs on either side of your pussy and spreads you apart. He distracted for a split second by how slick heâs gotten you, running his thumb over your pussy before meeting your heavy lidded stare with a bored one. The only evidence of his arousal is the dark pink flush on his cheeks.
And his rock hard cock.
âWhy are you concerned with that now?â He asks, tone somewhat annoyed. âYouâre aware Iâm not bothered by that.â Illumiâs tongue flicks your clit, determined to refocus on the drool worthy sight in front of him. âDonât you want me to eat your pussy?â
You curse, drawing your knees up and let your thighs fall open as wide as they can. âYou know that I do.â
âThen stop whining.â
Illumiâs skilled. Heâs precise and to the point, especially when it involves getting you to cum on his tongue. Then heâs in your face, leaving a few inches to separate you as his hair surrounds you, shielding you both from the outside world. When itâs the two of you, the pressure to be perfect fades to background noise.
One hand plants itself by your head, the other gripping the base of his shaft to steady himself. The slick tip bumps your clit, a brief, bright pleasure sparking in your pelvis, and then he shifts down to press forward and slide home.
Your moan is simultaneous with Illumiâs. His jaw clenches tight, eyes pinching together before flashing back open.
âMove,â you command. The assassin, whoâs never this compliant, drags his hips back halfway and pushes forward smoothly. The glide is so fucking slick, so fucking hot, and you loop your arms around his neck, tugging until his sweaty forehead lands on yours. The steady roll of his hips builds to a quick pace, the filthy smack of skin colliding filling the room.
Illumi wonât last long. Not after a mission like the one youâd had. It went well, but there was a tremendous amount of fighting, and the tense line of his shoulders shows how worked up he is. He starts to whine with every other breath, dark eyes intense and locked with yours.
Illumi grips one of your legs and shifts it until your knee hooks over his elbow, cock striking your g-spot with each pointed thrust. You cry out his name, pulling him as close as you can despite the awkward angle, and he starts to twitch inside you.
âYouâre gorgeous,â he whispers in a rush, breath hitching as he catches your lips in a kiss, all the emotion he struggles to voice shining through. He sucks on your lower lip and itâs over, pussy fluttering and squeezing Illumi until he makes a choked off sound, surging forward until his balls are snug to your ass. He cums with a broken moan, and you swallow the noise like youâre dying of thirst.
Thereâs little fanfare after, just a quiet moment where you hug him tight, prompting him to sneak his hands underneath your back to return the gesture. The embrace is sticky and sweaty, overheated.
Illumi places his forehead on your collarbone, brushes his lips over the swell of your breast and pants as he catches his breath. The knowledge that even someone as cool and collected as Illumi needs a moment to gather himself when heâs with you steadies your thundering heart.
âI couldnât be bothered to care what my Fatherâs opinion is. At least, not when it comes to you.â
âWell, that makes two of us.â
Illumiâs quiet laugh is the best thing youâve heard all night.
#illumi x reader#illumi smut#illumi zoldyck#hxh illumi#hxh zoldyck#hxh x reader#hxh smut#hxh headcanons#illumi headcanons#hxh#hunter x hunter
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When to Replace Little Gear
đ Little Gear is really fun! But also it getâs damaged sometimes, so here is a rough guide of when itâs time to replace some common items:
đ Baby Bottles: Replace the nipple if it has tears or holes, is strongly discolored, is getting gross no matter how much you clean it or starts to smell. Replace the whole bottle if the bottle has cracks or holes, starts to smell or there has been mold growing inside If you use your bottle a lot, youâll probally have to replace the nipple several times a year
đŠĩ Pacifier: You need to replace you paci if the nipple has tears or holes, is discolored, starts to smell or is gross and sticky no matter how much you clean it. You should also replace it if the shield getâs broken or has cracks in it. If you have a decorated paci and decorations fall off, you can continue to use it if itâs otherwise still intact If you use your paci a lot youâll probally have to replace the nipple (or whole paci if the nipple isnât removable) every few months
đ Teethers: Replace your teethers if it has cracks or tears, starts to smell weird or starts getting gross even if you clean it Teethers are more sturdy but especially if you use it frequently, you may want to replace it once or twice a year
đ§Ą Plastic and Silicone Dishware in general: (for example plates, spoons, cups, bottles or lunchboxes) Replace it if it starts to smell, has strong discolorations or cracks or there has been mold growing on it. It will probally need to be replaced after a few months to years
â¤ī¸ Glass, ceramik and metal Dishware: You need to replace these if they crack or splinter or rust Otherwise these will last for decades if not centuries
đ In general make sure to use things as long as safely possible, but always be carefull. Having to replace something because it becomes unsafe or gross to use is not bad, it happens to all of us. If you donât yet want to completly throw out a item, you can give it a good clean, put it into a zip lock bag and store it somewhere until you are ready to throw it away
#I might make a second post focusing more on toys#but there are a lot of kinds of toys and they are often way more repairable so itâs more complicated#agere little#age dreaming#sfw agere#age regression#agedre#agere resources
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you donât own me â- c.sc


â pairing: choi seungcheol x fem!reader â genre: club owner!seungcheol, established relationship â wc: 1.2k â warnings: 18+ MDNI, possessiveness, jealousy, dom!seungcheol, toxic relationship, spit kink, fingering, unprotected sex (that's a no no), multiple orgasms, creampie, name calling (slut), public sex, exhibitionism
Choi Seuncheol was not a possessive man, or so he says, however, the grip on your thigh told you otherwise. The comments he made minutes ago dragged the silence on and you wished that he would drive faster. If he needed space, by God you would make him regret it.
âListenâĻâ Seungcheol started when he was putting the car into park, unfortunately for him you were out of his grasp and out of the car as soon as it stopped moving. He groaned and slumped in his seat. It was going to be one of those nights. Plastering on your favorite smirk, you approached the door with your boyfriend trailing behind you. Â
Your favorite bouncer smiled at you as you pushed past the entrance, you are always on the list so no need to check your ID. He chuckled to himself as you sauntered in, knowing exactly what kind of night you were trying to have. Â
âWhat did you do this time, boss?â he asked, trying not to laugh.
âMingyu just do your jobâ Seungcheol muttered and the taller man held his hands up in surrender, still smiling.
Choi Seungcheol was not a jealous man, but he knew when something belonged to him. Watching you, his girl, from across the bar flirting with some stranger just because he made some off handed comment about needing space. His grip on his glass tightened, almost sending shards splintering across the freshly waxed bar top.Â
You didnât look at him as he approached, pretending to be interested in the one sided conversation this poor guy was trying to have with you. He was nothing to you besides a pawn in the little games Seungcheol and yourself like to play.Â
Seungcheol pushed past the crowd and gripped on to your seat, spinning it towards him. His eyes were wild and you knew you had riled him up. He didnât even give you a chance to smirk before taking hold of your chin,Â
âOpen up,â he commanded, not even looking at you. Confused, you did as you were told. Without breaking eye contact with the guy you were previously talking to, Seungcheol spit into your waiting mouth. âSwallow that for me,â he gives you two slightly stinging pats on your cheek.Â
Choi Seungcheol knows when something belongs to him, and everyone else should too.Â
With that Seungcheol turned and didnât look back at you. He knew he had you in his grasp now, he knows how to play your game and he beats you at it every time. Wordlessly you rose from your chair and followed him into the hallway where the bathrooms were. He turned to face you hearing your footsteps in the quieter secluded area. Â
âYou always ruin my funâ you blurted into his face, he cocked an eyebrow in response,
âOh really?â he smirked, âI found it funâ he moved closer to you, putting one hand on the wall beside your head.Â
âWell..â you avoided his piercing eyes, âI didnâtâĻâ you knew the comment was in no way convincing.Â
âOh really?â he trailed his other hand across your soft skin, getting higher and higher. You feel his calloused fingers drag up the length of your thigh and under your skirt. His fingers reach the apex of your thighs and you know you canât lie anymore, âDoll, youâre so wet,â he shoves his hand on the wall into your hair and briefly massages our clit through your soaked panties. You have to bite your lip to stop a moan from escaping your lips at the sensation. Â
A whine of protest does tumble out of your mouth when Seungcheol removes the hand under your skirt. He pulls you by your hair off the wall and positions you in front of him and pushes you into the menâs bathroom straight ahead. Once the two of you were through the door you caught a glimpse of yourself in the mirror. The visual of yourself being utterly controlled by the man behind you filled your body with heat that rushed straight to your core. Â
Seungcheol pushed you further into the bathroom before letting go of your hair and moving to check the stalls. He all but punched each door open before returning to you.Â
âTurn around,â you did as you were told once more and he wasted no time bending you over the sink in front of you, âTeasing me all night has consequencesâ he rasped, pulling your underwear aside. He almost moaned aloud seeing your glistening cunt on display like this. He easily slipped two fingers in, surprising you. You whined at the feeling of being filled, wishing for more. Seungcheol sets a swift pace, you know he is nervous for someone to interrupt even if he would never admit it. âYou like that?â he watches his fingers disappear and reappear. Â
âYes, oh my Godâ you mewl.Â
âThatâs right, you love my fingers,â he punctuates his sentence by adding a third finger, making you shiver with pleasure, âbut youâre a slut for my cock, isnât that right?â You nod in response, not quite able to form a response. He pulls his fingers almost all the way out of you, âNo you use your words with meâÂ
âY-yes, Iâm your slutâ you choke out. He shoves his fingers into the spot that drives you crazy, coaxing you to the edge. Â
âThatâs what i thought,â you were starting to become overcome with pleasure, âYou can cum now, Dollâ with his permission you let go, white spots overtaking your vision. You cry out from the intensity of the orgasm. Â
You feel Seungcheol pull his fingers out and you hear his belt hit the floor. He pulls his pants down just enough. You hear him spit into his hand and he grunts giving his cock a few pumps. Lining himself up he uses the reminisce of your orgasm as lube. Sliding in easily he gives you a few moments to adjust to the difference between his fingers and his thick cock. Â
He begins thrusting into you, setting yet another bruising pace. Despite the swiftness of his movements you could feel every inch of him each time he pulled out and slammed back into you, you couldnât control the noises coming out of your mouth nor the squelching of your pussy each time. Â
âDollâ he grips your hair in his hand and pulls you up slightly, âLook at you, getting fucked in the bathroom of my club,â he smiles wickedly between thrusts, âLook at yourself getting fucked, donât forget who you belong to.â You look at your own fucked out face and the face behind you twisted with pleasure. You feel a second orgasm creeping up on you. Seungcheol is approaching the edge as well, judging by the fact that his hips are sputtering and he can barely manage to keep quiet anymore. âGonna cumâ he grunts.Â
White hot spurts of him begin to paint your walls white as the coil in your stomach snaps. You take all of it, like the good slut you are. Seungcheolâs hips still, the two of you breathing heavily for a moment. Slowly, he pulls out of you, staring at his seed spilling out of your perfect cunt. He takes a moment to push it back in with his fingers as best he can before sliding your underwear back into place and putting his fingers in your mouth. You clean them off greedily. Â
âHold on to that for me,â he pats your clothed cunt twice, âI will check when we get home later.â Â Â Â
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when you love it pt.3
Summary: Enid brings one of the children over for an extended career day.
Word Count: 5.9k Warnings: Swearing, flashbacks of violence Pairing: Wenclair x Vampire!Reader (part 1) (part 2) (part 3)
If one more miserable soul dared to interrupt the single hour of peace you had somehow managed to thrust into your schedule, you would end up representing yourself in court.
âI think they want to bury you,â Sara said with a pathetically insincere laugh. She dropped yet another box down in the already overcrowded corner of your office.
With a sigh, you set your reading glasses down on the desk and looked up at the young assistant. Far too young, you werenât convinced she was even old enough to meet the strict qualifications your office had set. Not even old enough to have the tired leaden look in her eyes that life brought upon those with the wisdom to know better.
Though, you supposed Wednesday would have qualified for the position at her age. Perhaps you should curb your judgment.
âI beg of you,â you said slowly, âdonât bring anymore until tomorrow.â
âBut thereâs still-â
â-Donât,â you whispered. She met your eyes before nodding once and giving you a closed-mouth smile.
âIâll put them away for today,â she finally said.
You watched closely while she shuffled back out of the door. Her smile was more genuine before she closed the door and you could, once again, fall back into your chair and breathe. Just close your eyes for a moment, forget the disaster of a case that was haunting your every waking moment, and breathe. Deep inhaleâĻ slow exhale.
Much better.
Soft light filtered through the closed curtains on the windows. Pain pierced the dark, leaving an ache in your eyes and a rumble within the very centre of your brain. You quickly placed the sunglasses until they rested comfortably on your nose. Or not, you thought as the glasses slid down slightly. It was, perhaps, time to go home and wash your face.
No, not home. An apartment, nothing more. No, that was a lie as well. It was slowly becoming slightly more home-like. The walls were no longer bare, holding precious pictures of the younglings and their mothers. On the kitchen counter was a rusted whisk your Little Bane had dug up from the park across the street. A black hair tie sat on the bathroom counter next to the hair dye-stained sink.
Your phone vibrated loudly against the wooden desk. Pain pricked the inside of your mouth, radiating from the point of your fangs. The words âBreak Overâ illuminated the screen. Taunting you. Slowly, your jaw opened, pulling your teeth from the fleshy sheath they had created within your cheeks. Your mouth was filled with a throbbing ache that was quickly sated with relief, much like removing a splinter from a wound.
A cold finger swiped over the screen, turning the alarm off. So much for a chance to breathe, you thought. Perhaps you could use the busy work once again. Each moment your eyes were closed was another moment stolen by desire of the past. A useless endeavour if ever you had seen one.
Your phone vibrated on the desk once more. The image that appeared left your lip curling in disgust. Nonetheless, you picked it up and answered the call as you stood up from your desk and walked toward the ever-growing mountain of boxes.
âWhat do you want, Bas?â You asked, annoyance already dripping from your tongue.
âAlways so hostile,â he said with a chuckle. âCanât a brother call just to talk with his sibling?â
âNo.â You pushed a box onto the ground and watched the contents spill out.
âOne day, youâre gonna miss talkinâ with me,â he said. âYouâll be in a bind and think âDamn, I sure do wish Bas was here to help me out.ââ
âWhat do you want, Bastien?â You repeated. Your fingers itched with the wanton desire to hang up.
âHowâs your little rougarou?â A chair creaked on the other end of the line. Asshole. âOr your pretty little witch?â
âYou have two seconds to get to the point,â you said gently. The bones of your spine cracked as you bent to pick up a file.
âThat witchâs blood turned you rancid.â
âGood day, Bas-â
â-Hold on!â Your finger froze over the âend callâ button. Something shifted on the other end of the line; you waited impatiently. âYou heard from Constance lately?â
âWhy would I?â
â'Cause sheâs your sister.â
âI barely talk to you,â you mused. Pages flipped past your fingers. âTry again.â
âShe got one aâthem on her heels.â
You hissed and dropped the file. A small bead of blood engorged itself on the small papercut on your fingertip. The lack of light left the droplet appearing dark and ominous. You needed to get home and have a drink before long.
âOne of what?â You asked. You lifted your finger to your mouth, licking it clean. The small cut healed over quickly.
âDaddyâs friends,â he whispered. âThe mean ones.â
Your head lifted slowly. âMawmaw Laveau?â
âMawmaw would never,â Bas huffed in indignation. âAlthough word on the street is sheâs achinâ to give you a whippinâ.â
âWhat for?â You asked. âI ainât- didnât do anything.â You slammed the pile of paper down on a box. âWhoâd you hear that from anyway?â
âYou remember TJ?â You hummed in the affirmative. âHe heard it from his ole lady, and she heard it when she was gettinâ her hair did.â
âSueâs place?â You sat on a box.
âWhere else?â He replied. âThe ladies always talk way too loud, and one canât help but to listen. They were talkinâ how Mawmawâs been askinâ if youâve been around, say she just wants to talk.â
âMawmaw ainât never wanna just talk,â you mumbled.
âSay sheâd at least let you pick your own switch.â
You sighed. âShe mad as hell.â The box groaned underneath you. âYou sure sheâs lookinâ for me?â
âThatâs what TJâs ole lady said, and she ainât never got gossip wrong.â
âShit,â you whispered. Youâd need to call Mawmaw soon; you were too old to be picking a switch.
Wait.
âWhoâs chasing Constance?â You asked. Feet planted firmly on the ground, you stood up and started digging through files once again. Not that it mattered; you werenât paying attention.
âHmm? Oh, them Hunters are after her.â
âShe better not bring those classless bastards up here,â you said. âI have a reputation.â
âAnd your forbidden loves.â
You were drowning in the blood you had stolen. Your head lolled to the side even as you coughed again, spewing blood into the air like some demented fountain. A werewolf was across the room, hovering over Wednesday even as it transformed back into a person. Back into Enid. Her bare skin was shredded.
âIf she shows up, Iâll turn her away,â you said with a shake of your head.
Bas sighed on the other end. âFamily used to mean somethinâ to you, ya know.â
Your eyes squeezed shut. Basâ words gently bounced off the inside of your skull, moving back and forth like the old DVD logo. No, he wasnât going to guilt you into putting yourself and everyone else in danger. If Constance couldnât keep her head down, that was on her.
âShe would help you out.â
âJesus, Bas, fine,â you groaned. âIf she comes by, Iâll do what I can.â
âKnew you loved us,â he taunted.
âGood bye, Bastien.â
âBye, cher-â
-You ended the call before he finished. A shaky hand placed the phone back on your desk before you returned to looking at the files. That you had pushed onto the floor. Like a petulant child.
âWhy would I do that,â you whispered to yourself in disappointment.
Instead of picking up the papers like the sensible, mature adult that you were, you plopped onto the floor. They were going to remain a mess whether they were in the box or not, so you might as well make yourself comfortable. From the looks of it, you had at least another two weeks of nonstop work ahead of you just to sort what was useful and what wasnât.
The passage of time marched ever forward. With your phone across the desk and all clocks removed - after The Great Skip, as Sara called it so fondly - you kept track by the drinks that appeared by your hand. As the afternoon passed, teas were left in the nicer, law firm-branded mugs. When the sun set, tall glasses of cola were set neatly on the hotel coasters you had stolen and brought back. The moment morning rolled around, steaming coffee in your personal, broken mugs brought you comfort.
You had only gone through six boxes.
Every fibre in your body stiffened when your office door opened. Janice poked her head in, blinking frantically in what you assumed was an attempt to see in the dark room. When unsuccessful, she mumbled a âfor Christâs sakeâ before the overhead light flickered on.
In a disgusting caricature, you hissed and lifted a hand to cover your eyes.
âYou have a call on line two,â she said.
You rubbed your eyes harshly, leaving stars in your vision. âWho is it?â
âA Wednesday Addams?â
Come on, Willa, put it down.
Your mouth watered.
âWant me to push it through?â Janice asked.
Pages flipped past your fingers. Wednesdayâs mug sat dutifully by your knee, nearly empty of the coffee it had held. Black, for her. You were supposed to call her a few days ago. She had made you promise after your Little Bane had finished talking with you over some sort of game they had wanted you to learn for them.
âIâm busy,â you said against the knot in your throat.
Janice looked down at the paper in your hand with a raised brow, but otherwise shrugged. âIâll let her know.â
She slipped out of the door, leaving you alone in the overly bright, oppressive room. Perhaps, with the added threat of Wednesday calling back again - and again, and again, and again - you could work more efficiently. After all, the longer you were at the office, the more likely Wednesday would just show up.
That in itself was terrifying.
You were nearly finished with another seven boxes when the door opened once again. Janice threw it open, allowing it to slam against the wall. Nothing new for your office, you didnât even flinch.
âJust a moment,â you said, pushing the glasses back up your nose as you searched for a particular nameâĻ ah ha, there it was.
âGo home,â Janice said.
âMmm after a while,â you replied.
The file in your hands lifted upward.
âHey,â you griped.
âGo home,â Janice said again.
A woman with more kids than you could count - all boys, bless her soul - and a husband who actually pulled his fair share, Janice was not a woman to be trifled with. The moment her hands rested on her hips, everyone knew they were done for.
Just as you were in that moment.
âIâm not quite done, darling,â you said softly, hoping the gentle words would ease her anger.
It did not.
âGo home now or Iâm changing the locks on you.â
âYou wouldnât.â
âI would.â
âIâm calling your bluff,â you threatened.
You were wrong. In reality, Janice was no match for your strength, you both knew it. However, when she packed your bag and pushed you out the door, what were you supposed to do? Fight her? Absolutely not, you were no fool. The sun was bright and you were tired, and with that, you returned home.
â---
You had just finished drying off from your shower when you heard a knock at the door. Four rapid knocks, a little heavy handed. Deft fingers tied the string on your sweats as your bare feet padded across the living room. Three more knocks.
âIâm coming,â you said just loud enough for whoever was on the other side to hear. For the love of the maker, you hoped it wasnât Consta-
â-Hi,â Enid said with a gentle smile.
All the breath left your lungs. âHello.â
âYou two are disgusting,â Ophelia grumbled, pushing her way into your apartment as if she owned it.
Definitely Wednesdayâs child.
âDonât touch my things,â you called back to her. The Addamsâ child was nothing if not a particularly adept kleptomaniac.
âDonât tell me what I canât touch,â she called back.
You opened your mouth to argue, but promptly shut it. Keep it together, you thought. The child was well aware of what she was doing, and she did it every single time you had the misfortune of crossing her path. She was your mortal enemy, and if she wasnât the eldest of your lost loves, you would have slain her where she stood ages ago.
She was your favourite.
âSorry,â Enid said, âsheâs in a mood.â
âSince when is she not,â you questioned, stepping aside and ushering Enid into the apartment. She, too, knew where to go.
âYouâre out of food,â Ophelia called as you entered the kitchen.
âThen get out of my fridge,â you shot back.
âIâll put it on your card.â
The child grabbed your wallet from the counter and walked into the living room, throwing herself on the couch. You cringed when she lifted her feet, putting her shoes on the furniture. Animal, you thought with a sneer.
âAre you simply here to steal my money and dirty my furniture?â You asked.
âYes-â
â-No,â Enid said quickly. âOphilia had something to ask you.â
âAnd she couldnât have called?â You asked.
âEw,â came from the couch.
âWednesday tried a few times,â Enid said. âYouâĻ never answered.â
Her smile fell slightly and the drop crushed your unbeating heart. Of course. Wednesday wasnât one to call over frivolous matters. If you had been a sensible person, you could have avoided all of this. Including the teenager that was still flipping through your wallet.
You sighed. âWhat is your question?â
Ophelia slammed the wallet shut. âIâm so glad you asked.â She stood up and stalked over to you, much the same way her mother did. âI have decided to become a criminal defence lawyer and, as such, would like to shadow you for a few weeks.â
âWeeks?â You asked.
âWell a day simply wonât cover all the necessary information, and one week is barely scratching the surface,â she explained. âNo, a few weeks is necessary for an optimal learning environment.â
âAnd where do you think you will stay?â You asked.
âHere?â She replied quickly. Sassy. âIf Iâm shadowing you, I need to witness every part of the lifestyle, not just the job.â
âGomez already looked at renting an apartment for us,â Enid chimed in.
âThereâs no need for that.â You gave her the most comforting smile you could manage against the onslaught of thoughts speeding through your mind.
âSo youâre saying yes?â Ophelia asked.
You held your hand up, and silence fell upon the room. Deep breath in. Hold. Slow breath out. One thing at a time. The case you were working would be slow going and rather uninteresting, which would either bore the girl or excite her, you werenât sure. Nonetheless, she would not be meeting actual criminals, which meant it was the perfect time.
Housing. Gomez had always been overly generous. One of the few people you had met that actually spent their obscene wealth instead of hoarding it. If Ophelia were to be staying for a much longer time, you would accept the rented apartment. For a few weeks? She could stay in yours, you had a spare room anyway.
You supposed you would need to stock up on more food so she wouldnât wipe you out with disgusting takeout. And blood. She had the nasty habit of smelling like her motherâĻ
âYou cannot have access to anything confidential,â you said.
âNo gorey secrets?â
âNone.â
âShame, but fair,â she said with a shrug.
âAnd you relinquish control of my wallet.â
You held your hand out toward her and waited. And waited. Enid giggled beside you but quickly hid it behind her hand. Well, attempted; you could still hear her. Butterflies swarmed in your stomach and up through your throat. Thank the maker you couldnât blush.
Ophelia rolled her eyes. âFine, take it.â She slammed the wallet into your outstretched hand.
âThank you.â You slid the wallet into your pocket. âWhen would you like to start?â
âNow,â she said quickly, âIâll go get our stuff from the car!â
Oh. Oh, they had already brought their stuff? You turned slowly and looked at Enid. She couldnât hide her own blush, but you didnât mind. You found it rather attractive to see her face flushed with blood. Delicious even. Fangs pricked at the inside of your lips and you quickly turned your sight elsewhere.
âShe had an entire argument ready in case you said no,â Enid said softly. The floor creaked before you felt her warmth against your arm.
âIâll have her turn it into a closing argument,â you said. âGive her a chance to practice.â
âCareful,â that warmth turned into a soft hand resting on your bicep. âShe is 100% Wednesdayâs daughter. Sheâll have you here for a week.â
âSheâs already holding me hostage in my own apartment,â you teased.
Then you hesitated. Enidâs nails absentmindedly scratched against your skin, just light enough to tickle. You had kept her at (mostly) armâs length for a long while. If you ever snapped, you refused to allow her to be on the other end of it. Not again.
But you missed her touch oh so much.
Small gestures, you could manage that. You lifted your opposite hand and placed it over hers, fingers instantly finding the small scars that littered her skin. Not all of them were from you, which left an uneasy peace within your mind. Just the feel of her hands underneath yours brought joy back into your cold chest.
âWill you be staying?â You asked quietly, your eyes meeting hers.
Until she looked away. âI wasnât sure if you would be comfortable with it.â
You wouldnât. If you hurt her, if you hurt Ophelia, it would kill you. You would walk to the nearest hunter - perhaps the one chasing Constance - and offer yourself. With her being so close, it was almost inevitable something would happen. You couldnât rely on luck to keep them safe. After all, where had luck gotten you before?
But if there was ever one person that could stop your violence, it was her.
âI would love if you stayed,â you said.
The look on Enidâs face was exactly like the one you had seen back in college. When you would bring her one of her sweet treats after a rough day. After offering to draw her a bath when she was tired. On those nights when Wednesday was out studying and you both sat watching the stars, waiting for her to come home.
It broke your heart.
âIâm not staying if you two are going to act like that the whole time.â
Enidâs face reddened. âWould you like some help with your stuff?â
âYes please,â Ophelia said. âIf I donât keep you busy, we might end up with another Addams.â
âTo your room,â you said, pointing in the direction of the guest room. Not like she didnât already know where it was.
âMy room?â She asked, looking you dead in the eyes as she passed. âSeems we get another Addams anyway.â
Enid rushed off, and the warmth of her hand vanished too quickly. Within seconds, you were craving her touch again. It left an unusual tingle on your skin that you couldnât quite describe. Pathetic, really. And yet, surprisingly, you werenât afraid. Not this time.
â---
The change of pace within your miniscule household wasâĻ nice. Enid slept in your room, even though she had argued for a solid 13 minutes over the fact. Yet you had prevailed, insisting on sleeping on the couch because âfamily does not âcouch surfâ.â Ophelia had, of course, taken notes through the entire debate, and you were thoroughly interrogated afterward.
Dinners were shared at home. No more late nights at the office, not when a childâs health was at stake. Not to mention Janice wouldnât have allowed it anyway. Enid was a spectacular cook, Ophelia as well, and they teased you each time you attempted to help. Instead, they relegated you to grocery shopping (though they teased you for that as well).
The two of them worked like a well-oiled machine. While Enid claimed the girl was all Wednesday, you disagreed. You could see it in their humour, or the specific way they fidgeted with their hands. While incorporating a few more blacks than her senior, their fashion sense was identical.
Time at home was something to crave instead of dread. There was joy and laughter within the walls. What once was a dwelling of anguish and blood was nowâĻ bright. For the first time in a long time, you had something to look forward to again. All that was missing was Wednesday.
One step at a time, you reminded yourself each night. Wednesdayâs blood was tempting even after finishing a meal. Bas had suggested what he called âmicro dosing.â Small moments with her, enough to get you used to her scent again until it was nothing more than background noise. You begrudgingly agreed it wasâĻ a wise idea.
Perhaps, with Ophelia smelling just like her, you could get to that point sooner rather than later.
âDonât forget lunch!â Enid said as you ushered Ophelia out the door. The prosecution had delivered another two dozen boxes to your office, and you needed to get a move on.
âThanks,â Ophelia said quickly, grabbing the lunchbox Enid had gotten her. It matched yours.
Enid pressed a kiss to her cheek and rushed her forward. You gave her a small smile and thanked her for the lunch as well. Before you could leave, you felt warm lips on your own cheek. Every nerve in your body short circuited, freezing you in place.
When had you last felt the warmth of her lips?
âItâs just a kiss, letâs go.â
Enid pulled away first. Unlike the small touches she left throughout the day, this left a lingering heat. It radiated from where her lips had been to the rest of her face andâĻ oh. Oh, that was what a blush felt like. You were blushing. She had made you blush.
Oh.
âWeâll go for a walk after work,â Enid said. âNow go, youâll both be late.â
She pushed you - with more force than necessary for a human, but the perfect amount for you both - until you were out the door with Ophelia. Your mind was still a jumble of feelings, no words would form. Nothing but warmth.
âMother would laugh at you,â Ophelia said.Â
She wasnât much better as she grabbed your hand and pulled you with her, leaving a second heat on your skin. It wasâĻ nice to hold her hand. Like she wanted you to be near, desired your presence. Was thatâĻ was that how Wednesday and Enid felt with all their children?
Was this parenthood?
Janice handed you both a mug of coffee on the way to your office. She had taken a liking to Ophelia - who wouldnât? - and made it her goal to keep the girl fed and hydrated with whatever she wished. âDonât spoil her,â you had begged to no avail. It was a fruitless endeavour, you had abandoned it within a day.
No surprise in the least, Ophelia was rather good at digging through documents. You had said she couldnât read anything confidential butâĻ well, it wasnât like your clients were the most upstanding citizens. After all, you simply had to tell the judge once that it was an internship, and she had readily accepted the arrangement.
The routine was rather simple. Together, you had hammered it out within two days. Ophelia would look for anything involving the criteria you had given her, and you would dig deeper to see if it was useful or not. On occasion, she would make the executive decision if it was helpful or not. Her intuition was rather impressive.
Half a dozen boxes had been searched and removed by the time lunch came along. Neither of you would have noticed if Janice hadnât told you she was going to pick something up. She had smirked at your matching lunchboxes before leaving.
You both ate in silence. It was rather nice. It reminded you of the countless hours you spent with Wednesday. Not a single word, just enjoying each otherâs presence as you did your own thing. You shouldnât compare Ophelia to her mother as often but it was the only thing you had.
âYouâre the one who tried to kill my moms.â
You choked on your tea, barely recovering before shooting a look at Ophelia. She wasnât looking at you, just eating like normal. For a moment, you werenât sure she had spoken at all.
She looked up at you. âI know what vampire bites look like.â She shrugged. âAnd claws.â
Her face remained impassive. You couldnât gauge a single thought or emotion. A useful skill for a lawyer, not so much for someone who had somehow pieced together that damning piece of information.
âWhat makes you say that?â You asked.
âThey didnât tell me,â she said quickly. âI pieced it together myself.â
Her icy blue eyes stared into the spot where your soul should have been. The chill sunk deeper into your bones.
The women you loved. They were bleeding out.
âI figured thatâs why you flinch when mom touches you,â she continued. âIt hurts her feelings.â
You killed them both.
âAuntie Yoko says I smell just like mother,â she said, finally setting her sandwich down and forcing you to hold her gaze. âDo you wish to drain me too?â
It only exacerbated the sharp pain in your chest to see just how much you had taken from her. From your girl. Your Wednesday.
âNo,â you said softly. âI would rather be staked.â
The thought of being so near to her forced a shake into your fingers. Your words rang true, whether she believed them or not. If anything were to happen to her by your handâĻ the thought wouldnât even form in your mind. It was unfathomable. Nothing could cause you to lay even just a finger on her. You couldnât.
âGood,â Ophelia said just as softly. She rolled her shoulders back and grabbed her sandwich once again. âBecause mom would totes wreck your shit again.â
The day continued as usual, for everyone else. Work was completed, more boxes were removed, and the weather on the walk home was nice. Ophelia talked of the things she had discovered and you knew you should be proud of her. Her work ethic was admirable, and she was beyond clever.
At home, your girls talked of their days. Endless, animated discussions about the weather, what they had done, the cute little frog they had seen earlier. Like mother like daughter, of course. They just talked and talked and took no notice of you setting your things by the door and walking to your office.
The door closed with an almost inaudible click. Everything was in its place, and you quickly reached for the mini-fridge in the small closet. Inside were three bags of blood. Like an animal, you ripped the top off the first and devoured it, the cool liquid pouring down your throat.
It didnât quench the pain.
You repeated the action with the other two bags, feeling engorged yet unsatisfied. The ache was still present. It was a small miracle you couldnât see yourself in the mirror; you could feel the damp spots on your shirt and the stickiness on your lips. You opened your mouth to speak and felt the liquid spew from your lips, falling down your face in all directions. You fell into your chair, eyes glued to the red dripping from your fingers. Why did it not help?
Knuckles rapped lightly on your door, but you didnât comprehend what it meant. The blood stained your fingers quickly. Even if you scrubbed, it wouldnât come off. It never came off.
A soft hand rested on the spot where your neck connected to your shoulder. You flinched. Their nails scratched lightly against your skin. Fingers pushed past skin and now-exposed muscle. You would recognise the warmth even in the fires of hell.
âSo,â Enid said softly. âOphelia knows.â
âDo you believe I would hurt her?â You asked.
In the mirror, you could see Enid looking down at you. The look in her eyes was different. Pitiful, maybe? Gears turned behind those blue eyes, considering your question. Her answer would dictate the next step. If they were both concerned you would hurt her, you would leave. There was a couch in your office, you could sleep there. It was comfier than the one at your own apartment, you wouldnât complain.
Enidâs other hand rested on the other side of your neck. Your eyes fell shut at the pure comfort from her touch alone. You could die happy with her hands around your neck, if she so wished it. It would be a rather intimate way to go.
You felt helpless as she tilted your head up. When your eyes opened, you were met with her unwavering gaze.
âIf I believed that,â she started slowly, âI wouldnât have let her stay here.â
Her nails scratched the underside of your jaw. She was close enough that you could smell the perfume she sprayed directly behind her ear. A delectable scent that was entirely Enid. Not overly sweet with a hint of citrus. After all these years, she still wore what appeared to be a strawberry lip gloss.
She was too close.
âYou wanted to go on a walk,â you said quickly.
Enid didnât move.
âOphelia wanted to go out,â she said. âSheâll be gone for a while.â
âHow do you know?â
âShe took your wallet.â
You sighed. Of course she had. If she kept it up, your wallet would be kept under lock and key, not even you would be able to use it. That girl was going to rob you blind one day. And by the looks of it, you were going to let her.
âWant to watch a movie with me?â Enid asked.
âAre your parents home?â You asked.
âIt never stopped you before,â she said with a smile that you couldnât help but mirror. âPlease?â
How could you say no to her perfected puppy-dog face?
âIâll change while you get it ready,â you said.
Your undead heart raced in your chest as you both went your separate ways to get ready. The sounds from the TV echoed through the apartment. You stood in front of your dresser, looking at the options, as worried about what to wear as you had been on your first date with her. It left you as giddy as a college kid again.
It took only a moment to put a shirt and shorts on, determined to keep it cozy. You rushed to the bathroom to clean the blood from your face and hands; you needed to be presentable. Thankfully, Enid was wearing the same and already had a spot saved on the couch. A spot directly beside her. Where you would be able to feel her warmth against your thighs.
Deep breath in. Hold. Slow breath out.
âI picked a good one,â she said enthusiastically. âIt suits you.â
You couldnât hold in your laughter as she pressed âplayâ on Legally Blonde.
âThatâs going to be Ophelia one day, just you watch.â
âSheâd never be caught dead in pink,â Enid teased.
The movie started, and Enid placed a bowl of popcorn between the both of you, held in place by one of your thighs and one of hers. Strategic. It put just enough space between the two of you that you could feel yourself relax. You couldnât hurt her over popcorn.
College flashed before your eyes. Watching movies with Enid, which inevitably ended in not watching the movie at all. Her lips on your neck and hands on your hips. Her smooth skin under your carefully controlled teeth. The movie longnce, t forgotten on even the worst of days.
Warm fingers brushed against yours. You blinked once. Out of the corner of your eye, you saw Enidâs fingers brushing against yours in the popcorn bowl. Breath caught in your throat. What should you do? Enid never did anything accidentally.
Fuck it.
With buttery fingers, you flipped your hand and wiggled your fingers between hers. It was messy and childish. Enid instantly squeezed your hand owice, three times. Something the three of you had done in college when words were too much, but a gesture was just enough. Three squeezes for three words. Your chest ached.
You turned to face her. She was already looking at you with those hooded eyes that had always been a weakness for you and Wednesday. Enid would play dumb to get ahead, but it never worked for the both of you. You were painfully aware of the tactics she used. The only difference was you still fell for it.
It couldnât happen. Your eyes searched out every scar she left unhidden. Each bite and clawmark she had received by your hands. You had marred her skin permanently; she would carry you with her until the day she died. It couldnât happen.
She bit her lip.
Fuck it.
The popcorn bowl fell to the ground as you rushed forward to press a kiss to her lips. Almost instantly, her hand lifted to wrap around the back of your neck, pulling you closer. She tasted of fake butter and too much salt. Her lips were just as soft as you remembered. Softer even, if you were being honest. Blood rushed beneath her skin, sending an electrifying jolt everywhere you touched her. You could hear each heartbeat, forcing your own to match the erratic rhythm.
It was a clumsy kiss. Enid leaned forward to capture your lips again. Something sharp stung the inside of your cheek. Your eyes flew open. You pulled away quickly and turned your face, readjusting your jaw in an attempt to keep your fangs back in check.
âAre you okay?â Enid asked quickly, sitting up and following your movements.
You hummed in reply but started focusing on the pieces of popcorn littering the floor.
âFangs?â She asked.
Silence. You nodded slowly.
âPerformance issues arenât uncommon in older vampires.â
Your head turned so quickly the bones in your neck cracked. Her hand was already covering her mouth, which you knew hid a smile.
âHow dare you,â you whispered.
âIâm just saying, itâs fine,â she said with a shrug. Her hand finally lowered to her lap. âNo pressure.â
âThatâs pretty rude, Mrs. Addams,â you said.
Enid moved across the couch until she was leaning against your arm. You remained still, allowing her to do as she wished. She removed her hand from yours - you instantly missed the warmth - and pulled your arm over her shoulder until she was cuddled securely into your side.
âThis works just fine,â she said. She shimmied a little more until she was situated perfectly. âWednesday will be jealous.â
Her fingers interlocked with yours again as she fell silent, watching the movie. Your fangs still pricked the inside of your mouth, but it was manageable. Enid was horrifically warm against your side, and her fingers scratched against your skin, and for the first time in over a decade you let yourself lean back on the couch and relax with one of your girls in your arms.
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summary: meeting you, as padfoot, was supposed to be an accident. but sirius can't help himself from coming back to you. especially when its warmer in your arms.
-> sirius black x whimsical!reader, padfoot loves likes you very much, established relationship, word count: 591
In a very odd and not-so-usual way, You appeared in Siriusâ life like a fallen angel. It was an early spring then, he had spent most of his Saturday morning just snooping around the grounds of Hogwarts as Padfoot. And occasionally playing chase with Prongs and Wormtail. But it was one particular push that got him stumbling slightly into some bushes.
Now, Sirius wasn't new with playing roughâif anything it was the only way he knew how to play. But this time, however, the bushes didn't really save him. Instead, they had given him a couple of wood splinters. Most were not so hard to removeâwith Remusâ helpâbut some were just too tiny and troublesome. Even when he turned back to his human form.
He planned to go to Madam Pomfrey later that noon, but on his way back he had stumbled upon you. With him still being Padfoot, You immediately stopped in your tracks to take a good look at him. His dark fur was all messy, and he was staring up at youâthe look on his face mirroring your own curiosity. Then you got down on your knees, checked his front legs and asked. âCan I see your paw?â Your voice was so soft and gentle, that suddenly Sirius would do anything you told him to. So, of course, he lifted his paw up and you helped remove the stubborn wood splinters piercing his paws.
And he was saved, he didn't have to go to Madam Pomfrey anymore, all thanks to you. From then on, you were often seen accompanied by a big, intimidating dog that seemed too attached to you. You thought it was adorable that he likes your company so much. But little did you know, that as time passed by, Sirius grew more and more enamored by you. Until he eventually confessed and revealed himself.
And he was nervous, scared that you might think heâs weird after finding out that it was him, that it's been him begging for your attention all along. But you had taken it well, and even agreed for him to continue hanging out with you as Padfoot sometimes. And, well, Sirius did take that to heart.
In Siriusâ dorm room, youâre currently laying down on his bed. And with a notebook and pen in your hands, you write down a short description of a mooncalf you had seen after the full moon last week. While Sirius, currently as Padfoot, uses you as a pillowâor a body heaterâas he sleeps.
Remus, reading a book on his own bed, glances at you and smiles, definitely amused. âSomeone looks comfortable.â You turn your head to him, and he points his chin towards the sleeping dog on your chest. And you return his smile. âWell he does get cold easily, and I tend to be very warm.â You reach around Padfoot, scratching the spot behind his ear.
âMhm, he does seem like heâs having the time of his life right now.â You turn to face your notebook once again, missing the look Remus and Padfoot exchange. The cheeky little guy had been awake all along, well not until a few minutes ago. But you didn't need to know that, as he wanted you to pamper him much longer.
It's clear that ever since you got together, Sirius has been spoiled rotten. Though his friends like to complain about it, they're still grateful for you. Especially now that Sirius just seems brighter. As if heâs genuinely content for once. And it's all thanks to your company.
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A distant, rhythmic poundingâone after anotherâechoed down the hall. Thud. Thud. Thud.
It beat down into leather. Strung from the beams of the high wooden ceilings, the chain of the bag rattled with every hit and the wood underneath its tether groaned with every sway.
Thud-thud. Thud-thud. Again, the sound captured his ears from the hallway beyond the large wooden doors.
And the sound drove him to insanity. ThisâĻ impeccable sense of oblivion he felt you presented in times like these. So dangerous, so priceless. You were giving yourself away to the threats that lurked for an answer at the tips of a blade for the sake of âblowing off a little steamâ, as Rhiannon had so kindly informed him.
Yet the feeling of naïvetÊ could not escape him.
Bodhi Durran left the dining hallâs table in a fury, not unlike his cousin in such a manner. Billowing frustration palpable with the clobbering footsteps that took him straight to the training room stories below. Heâd passed a few lingering first-years whoâs ogling heâd grown accustomed to in his haze. The curls on his head bounced with every step; strands broke free and intruded his sight as each level he descended of Basgiath grew deeper into the chill of the ground and the night that had since fallen.
That thudding led him to the wooden door heâd walked through a hundred times. When the door flung open with a crack as it splintered on the stone, the pounding on the bag ceased immediately.
âI told you not to go to the mats alone,â the voice youâd learned to love so much ticked with an âI told you soâ tone.
The bag swung into your wrapped hands as your body halted in movement. Out of breath, you looked to the intruder with a stern glare that was mutual. Staring right back with dark eyes and a hand on the door with its handle now in shards.
âHow could I forget?â You countered as Bodhi slammed the door shut. âYou are always right, remember?â
Her voice came back chuffed. âAnd that realization took you three years to make, dear girl.â
âDid you not listen to a single word I said to you?â Bodhiâs voice carried across the large, empty room in anger. âI swear you choose to ignore me on purpose. Do you know how dangerous this is!? How utterly stupid!?â
You felt a ripple cascade down the bond. âI do not make exceptions for feastingâit would do you well to remind him of that.â
The bag settled to a slow careen. You removed your dirtied hands and swiped the back of one across your mouth to collect the sweat. You eyed Bodhiâs stance. Hands on his hips, chest rising no different from your own in exhaustion.
His softness disappeared when he tried to emanate the antagonism of his family. Or, youâd just forgotten the lengths heâd go to keep an umbrella of safety above those he deemed most necessary of it.
âI heard you,â you breathed in deeply. âBut I do not need a watchdog.â
âThat isnât what I said.â
âIt is what you implied.â
The wraps on your hands took your attention. You knew it would drive him further into the protector that bloomed inside of him. Maybe you liked him like this. So flustered by his own sense of direction heâd lost all sense of decency. It was power you held over making a man as powerful as he in both name and task to feel flustered at your refusal to play the long game.
Your life was not a toy to be jostled with. No one, not even an assassin wielding a blade, could take away the little freedoms you were granted.
âIf weâre togetherââ he started but you were quick to finish his sentence.
ââthen it will be less likely theyâll try to attackâĻ I know. If it isnât you, itâs Imogen. If itâs not Imogen, itâs Violet saying that same thing. I know.â
With his hands still planted on his hips, Bodhiâs eyes narrowed. âIf you did, you wouldnât be here.â
âIf I canât fight off my attackers alone then how can I be trusted in battle?â You looked up from your hands as the cloth unwinds between your fingertips. âWeâve all risked everything to be here and yet, year after year, Iâve managed to stay alive in far worse conditions than what we experience within these walls.â
His ire fumed. The beat of your heart was failing to slow while his fists clenched at his sides. Tendrils of his relic growing taut in the yellowing mage lights that burned as hot as he did.
âGood,â that same voice nearly purred in approval of your defense. âHis arrogance is hereditaryâĻ unfortunately.â
âSo is his confidence,â you retorted.
Bodhi was a quiet, ostentatious young man. He, like Xaden, did not need to be exuberant in their actions to draw eyes. They neednât be comedic or charming beyond their abilities to seek a companion or get what they wanted even if their circumstance had led them to be strange acquaintances of vagabonds. He was enticing and exciting and self-assured most of the time. Bodhiâs soul had lifted itself from its groundings the second Rhiannon had affirmed your location and abandoned the man heâd become.
It only took something menial to throw him off the axis heâd perfected in balance. He was the balance of all things except himself.
And he couldnât control the one thing he wanted so badly to: you.
âTheyâre trying to kill us.â
âIâm aware.â
âAnd you donât care?â
âAh,â you smiled slightly. âI didnât say I didnât care.â
Bodhi sighed deeply. His breathing exhaled into a strong huff of frustration and his dark eyes closed.
You drank the sight of him in. Still in flight leathers from a long day of maneuvers, Bodhiâs body never looked truly tired but in the evening, you could see the toll. His wide shoulders carried the weight of Xadenâs absence and the task of safe keeping within his wing. He knew you could handle yourself. He chose to ignore that sentiment for the sake of his own sanityâespecially after witnessing the horrors of Solasâ power on conscription day.
And you knew that too.
Your hands became free of the cloth that was now covered in the dark painted finish of the sparring bag. They dropped into the opening of your own bag before your crouched down to sift through it. A sticky sweat began to dry on the backs of your knees, neck, and onto your forehead each passing second.
You needed a shower. Badly. Not even your own dragon would let you mount her in that state.
âYes,â she imagined it in her own mind. âYou are likely disgusting and I cannot fathom what attracts him to you in this way.â
âHumanâs perform plenty of things while sweatyâwell if you do those âthingsâ correctly, you just end up sweaty.â You imposed. That smile not faltering at the sound carrying through the connection.
âI must be in need of rest if you speaking in such disgust.â
âThen I will speak to you tomorrow. I wouldnât want you to hear what happens.â
The bond between you went cold and you couldnât help but feel a little joy in the way you spoke to her. Carefree and courageous; it made you want to be free of the bindings the college had closed in on you and the others. Bodhi felt those restrictions heavily.
âIf I say Iâm sorry, will you forgive me?â You asked him in a loose olive branch.
Bodhi cracked his eyes back open and spotted you squatting down. His arms hung looser as the reality of no one else being near the facility sunk in. You werenât in any more danger than he was at any given moment.
âKnowing you,â he cleared his throat, âthat apology would be empty of an actual concession.â
You shrugged. âIf there is nothing to concede.â
âAnd youâd find a way of accusing me of being overbearing.â
âYou are quite quick with your mind, Mr. Durran,â you joked, eyes turning calculated at him as the descended the small set of steps down to the maps and stalked over to you. You remained in a squat beside your bag.
âBut that doesnât mean I was wrong.â His voice was still as stern as it had been since he arrived minutes ago. With a slight tinge of worn, itâs husky nature sent a thrill down your spine in waves.
âIâve been told the men of Tyrrendor have a hard time accepting their wrongness.â
In an instant, his tongue wet his lips. He drew his bottom lip between his teeth only to pull back and release it once a thought has passed him but remained imprinted on his intentions.
âWeâre not all the same,â he eyed your crouched form. âBut I think you know that.â
âNo,â you agreed with a nod of your head and stood again. This time, closer to him as his approach landed at the edge of the mat the bag youâd been training on was situated.
âYouâre not the same. But I can assure you that if your cousin had heard of Sorrengail training in her lonesome, heâd be out for blood. He stuck Liam on that poor girl without allowing her to find her footing first. Iâm not her, Bodhi.â
âNo,â he too agreed. âYouâre not.â
âGood.â You reached for the strap of your bag on the floor but it was quick to be tugged away by a booted foot. âIs there a problem?â You quirked a brow in his direction.
The mat still separated the two of you from any true connection. A barrier of invisibility, it detached the hypotheticals from reality.
âThat depends.â His foot dragged the strap inches closer to his person and away from the mat.
âOn what?â You asked, arms now crossed.
âIf you can follow orders.â He used that tone heâd grown fond of since assuming leadership in year two. Bodhi had always been headstrong but anyone in a leadership position would use their leverage against a cadetâeven one three years strong and already knew all of his secrets.
âAnd whoâs asking? You or my section leader?â
He pretended to ponder but even under the low light of the facility, Bodhiâs gleam shined through. Itâs what cut him through the darkness that consumed Xaden; itâs what made him more approachable but deadly in pursuit.
âYour section leader doesnât trust you listening to only him,â Bodhiâs voice fell low. You trailed your gaze along the strap of the bag and up his boots and to his thighs. You lingered in the space so wanton youâd felt the warmth before registering that youâd plummet into ice cold water if someone caught doing something unseemly in the training room. âBut perhaps your boyfriend has better luckâĻ he did this morning.â
He rose an eyebrow as if to remind you. You could still feel the burn in your legs. If anyone would look hard enough, they could see the slight bruising on the back of your neck from where he pressed you down into the mattress before the sun had broke the horizon.
âAnd what are my orders? Iâm not too fond of being ordered around by a man, let alone my own boyfriendâwho should know that a fresh dinner has already been threatened if he oversteps.â
Bodhi smiled slightly as a small chuckle escaped him. âThen I guess weâll both meet Malek at the same time. Iâm sure my mother would love to meet you.â
You stood back up. âAm I allowed to shower on my own or does that have to do with the orders youâre so keen on providing?â
âA shower would do.â Bodhi picked up your bag on the floor and nodded at you.
âThen Iâll see you in ten. We should beââ you began walking off in the direction of the womenâs showers when Bodhiâs hand shot out and grabbed at your bicep. ââable to get dinner thenâĻâ
âYouâre not showering alone. Youâre not doing anything tonight alone.â He let you go but walked in the opposite direction toward the menâs washroom with your bag.
âWhatâs stopping them from going in the menâs?â You asked, trailing behind.
âAt least Iâll be there.â
âAnd the womenâs is justâĻ not good enough.â
âNo.â He opened the door handle and motioned for you to enter. The mage lights that filled the training room began to drain themselves of energy as you both left the space. âTheyâd be expecting you there.â
âIâm sure a few people saw you storm away from dinner.â
Bodhi shrugged. He laid a hand on your back and pushed you toward the end of the showers and to one with a door already propped open. There was no one inside of the chamber because it was far too late for most who had spent all day training or learning instead. It was quiet and disarming; puddles of water grown cold littered the dry space of benches that split the room. Bodhiâs hand guided you into one and he shut the door with a harsh tug.
In the small room that separated a personâs goods from the shower itself, you stood face to face with Bodhi as he dropped your bag on the small stool. His black flight leathers were tight against his skin and unfastened at the top where his chest peaked out and the lingering lines of his marked skin remained.
âOh,â you swallowed the lump in your throat, âyouâre staying?â
âWhy? Nervous?â You wanted to slap him so hard.
âI just didnât think orders would mean this.â
âGo on,â he prompted as he opened up your bag and pulled out the towel you had stuffed in there earlier that morning. âWeâre gonna be here all night if youâre just going to stand there and stare at me.â
âBut you get to stare at me? Naked?â
âNothing I havenât seen before, baby.â
You stood for a moment thinking about his strange order. There was nothing about it that was significantly bad, nor a punishment for going off on your own and not listening to him. But then you thought, fuck it. If he was going to try to be the puppeteer of everything then he could suffer the consequences of being the protector he so badly wanted to be.
Bodhi folded the towel and set it beneath the bag as you unlaced your boots and started to strip away the clothes that had stuck to your body. He walked around you to turn on the water that came alive with a start only to settle in a spot beside you rather than across as he had been. You huffed in a laugh, shaking your head at his bombastic nature when he took the shirt from your hands and laid it within the bag.
âWhat are you doing?â You asked him while your fingers went to the button on your pants.
âHelping,â he replied casually.
âOh no,â you repeated the ânoâ multiple times and he tossed his head back, curls going with it. âThatâs not part of the deal.â
âI donât think we really made a âdeal.ââ
âChanging terms, loose ordersâĻ I donât think you have any idea what youâve gotten yourself into, section leader.â You shimmied out of your pants and down to your underwear by the time he moved himself back to his original spot without complaint.
âYou can stand there and watch. I think youâd be a little too distracted otherwise, right?â
Gods, he hated and loved you all the same.
âSure,â he nodded to convince only himself. âItâd probably be a bad idea.â
You hummed in agreement while freeing your skin of everything and letting him drink you in from the space between you. He tried to keep his eyes on yours but failed miserably at an attempt to subtlety drag his gaze over every piece of you.
âFuck me,â he muttered dejectedly. Passively, out of his own set of spite for your denial of his touch, he ran a hand over his mouth and pointed at the running water.
âBe a good girl and donât waste the hot water.â
Your knees nearly buckled. But you obeyed and welcomed the scalding water that spewed from the small shower head against the wall. There was no difference between the washrooms that split off from the training room. The water pressure was the same and the grout between the stones in the walls and the floor were just as cracked on this side of the college. But there was still nothing but the noise of the single shower and if one were to listen closely, the sounds of two souls breathing heavier to ignore a concession that nothing about this disagreement laid within the fact you had ignored his wishes.
It was that while the world around you and the others who were either marked or survivors of Resson was closing in, Bodhi would go to the ends of the earth to keep you and the others alive. He would sacrifice everything if it meant he could feel you as he closed his eyes at night and see you the second theyâd open again in the morning.
He stood there, watching, waiting. His fingers itched at his sides to roam along the curves of your skin and along the plush ruins of your body now damp from the rushing water above. You glistened in the low light; shining mounds of flesh he wanted to caress, to grope unabashedly pebbled as the water dripped from them and to the floor.
You ran both hands over your head and back down your neck over the valley of your breasts and to your stomach. He was hard. You could see the way he stood uncomfortably in his leathers as the heat filled the small chamber but also weaved its way into his bones.
out your hand, his jaw set hard with a sigh and he pulled open your bag wider. You kept your own supplies neatly tucked in the case provided to you as given by the college on the first day.
âWhich one?â His voice was hoarse.
âThe blue one.â
Bodhi dug into the small case and with a vice grip, clutched the blue bar in his hands. The scent of the soap was light, airy and one heâd memorized for peace of mind. He stood back upright and held it out to you.
âThanks,â you said barely above a whisper as you took the soap from him and wet his hand with the water.
âYeah,â he replied only to stand back to where he had been. A part of you felt cruel at his suffering but he wasnât alone in his attraction.
The steam did nothing to mask your own arousal at the situation. Youâd placed the pieces, moving them at your own will to suffer the consequences of his cavalier attempts. Soap suds couldnât wash away the feeling that grew from your heart to your thighs. You tried to wash them awayâtried to let the bubbles linger on your skin to prove to yourself, and to Bodhi, that you were more than capable of being alone amidst the chaos.
His eyes werenât cowards as you paved a frothy path. Bodhiâs hand went to the front of his trousers and he shifted as he tugged at the bulge in them. Gods he was fucking leaking in them the longer he watched. And as much as he wanted to be mad at you for every little transgression, the way you enamored him melted every inch of the annoyance away.
âHow was flight field?â Your voice asked above the spray of the water. âImogen told me you were helping the second-years today?â
Bodhi scoffed. His teeth biting down onto his lip as he shook his head, looking away from you in a bout of disbelief.
âReally?â
âHow was it?â You bent over to wash your legs. His eyes followed.
âIt wasâĻ fine,â Bodhi counters. âSome of them are bound to get killed for their stupidity.â
âOh like me?â Finishing with the soap, you reached out your hand to him and he bitterly accepted it back.
âI didnât mean you were stupid,â he clarified. âI thought you being alone was.â
âI donât think your logic is very sound.â
âNo?â
You shook your head and turned around so your ass was facing him. You dipped your head back and let the stream wash over you and clear the soap completely away. All he wanted to do was fall on his knees and grab handfuls of you to please you both.
âWhy?â He stepped a foot closer and the tops of his boots were wet now.
âThereâs nothing stopping them from hunting in pairs or more. Me being alone doesnât prevent anything from happening if Malek chooses it to see the light. If they were so keen on killing Sorrengail last year in her own room, nothingâs stopping them from killing us in broad daylight.â
âWe would have the upper hand working together on this,â Bodhi said your name exasperatedly. His hand steadied him on the precipice of the shower and dry room. You peaked over your shoulder at him closing the gap.
âIâm out of your view for a mere hour and youâve fallen to pieces, Bodhi Durran.â
âWell I canât let anyone else get their hands on you.â
âAnd if they did?â You loved the way your heart pumped harder at the sight of his hand ready to tear the stone wall to bits.
âThey wouldnât.â
âCan you get the shampoo?â You asked him and he was quicker to back away this time. His frame still pent up, leathers still restricting, but faster than before.
âDo I need toââ you began to clarify which was which but he brushed you off.
âI know which one it is.â
You closed your eyes under the water and let the heat fill your face. Bodhiâs shuffling was getting quiet the longer the seconds passed by. You heard a thud, then another only to be followed by the light squeak of worn hide hitting the floor. Before you could even turn around to face him, Bodhi was inside the shower, the shampoo roughly placed on the small corner ledge and his hands planted firmly on and around your waist.
His lips found purchase on your shoulder as you breathed in.
âI canât fucking watch you do this shit and not touch you. I donât care if youâre mad at me, I just want you to stay alive.â
Your head fell against his back. âIâm not mad.â
âThen what the fuck was all that?â His mouth laid claim to your shoulder and neck, teasing the skin already sensitive there.
âMaybe teaching you a lesson,â you stuttered a gasp as his hands roamed low. One cupping your pussy and dragging upwards along your clit. âItâs not me who feels like they canât protect themselves.â
âYou might not need protecting then,â his fingers steadied themselves on your clit. Your hands flung to the wall in front of you, grasping at smoothed over rock to sooth you. Bodhi took his middle finger and started with small circles on the sensitive bud. âBut when youâre like this, and thinking of everything but saving yourself, at least Iâm here too.â
âA bit more preoccupied than watching guard.â
âI can multi-task.â
You laughed, one hand leaving the wall to fall atop his own marred hand. You pushed back against his body and he groaned. His cock was lusty on the small of your back. Even on your toes, heâd tower over you in what was a family trait. His motherâs side had been generous with their dark hair and eyes that seemed to always know where you were and what you wanted. His finger was meticulous and slow, building a lapping wave within you as he felt you wiggle and writhe against his body.
His hair became a sopping mop as his teeth nipped the skin of your neck. He bit down, putting pressure only to lessen the ache with his tongue and a loose kiss in its place. The one finger was not enough for you once Bodhi crossed the threshold. You pushed at his hand, begging him without words for more which heâd long learned was enough of a tell that what he was doing was working.
Bodhi hummed as his finger, joined with another, slipped through your folds and filled you less than his cock would but just as tightly. Your shoulders jolted, shaking against him and he smirked against your back. Your hand went slack against his.
His voice purred in your ear. âThatâs a good girl, yeah, thatâs rightâĻ feels good, hm?â
It was intoxicatingâthe rush of bliss that ignited a fire within you. Bodhi had stormed into your space and set the room ablaze with a simple glance. Heâd light the match for as long as heâd walk the earth. He curled his fingers further, pushing into you until he couldnât go any farther. Bodhi halted once he reached that point and his other hand ran along your side gently.
âGods,â you whined.
âMm hm,â Bodhi affirmed your feelings. He brushed his nose on the shell of your ear. Pulling his two fingers back, he pushed them back in slowly before repeating it again and again to drive you mad.
You were trying so hard to be quiet. Each thrust of his fingers begged for sounds to escape your lips but all you could do was wire your eyes closed to see the kaleidoscope of colors heâd brought forth. Dancing swirls of delight as the bumps on your skin contrasted the hot water.
He continued to sink his middle and ring finger inside of you until he settled on a pace that made your head spin. His fingers moved exquisitely but fast. Unrelenting and breathless, your voice broke through the silent barrier of your mouth and into the space.
âFuck,â your words came out in as a whimpering mess. Every groan that followed was broken apart by your bodyâs overstimulation. Itâs shaking reaching beyond the physicality of Bodhiâs frantic fingering.
He kept going and going and going. The noises you made encouraged him to continue on through the burn of his wrist. The veins of his hands becoming more strained every time he pressed into the plush spot with a curl of his fingers. It was the one that made you dizzy, the one that heâd never tried with anyone else but you.
âBodhi.â
His hand left your side and slapped onto the wall in front of you as his control was starting to waver along with you. His cock was painfully hard at the constant pressure your body laid upon him. He wanted to fuck you shamelessly where he stood.
âI hear you, I hear you,â he muttered. The water of the shower splashing into his eyes and face led his forehead to rest upon your shoulder.
âI canât,â you squeaked out as his fingers went flat once more and moved up and down rapidly inside of you. âGods I canâtââ
âYes you can,â Bodhi reassured. One free hand clasped on top of his that rested on the wall in front of you and the other dug crescent moon shapes in his forearm. âYouâve done it before, baby. I know you can do it again for me.â
Your muscles in your legs spasmed as they shook. Bodhi let out a rewarding chuckle.
âYeahâĻ baby come on,â he urged faster. âI feel it. Come on, I feel it.â
âIââ you let out a choked gasp as the dam within you broke free of yourself. Bodhi removed his fingers in an instant, finding your clit to rub circles around it as your body blacked out.
You forgot why he was mad at you and you him. The colors burst from your soul when your hand clutched onto his so tightly theyâd surely leave a mark and the lewd reality of your finish was covered up by the sound of water splashing at your feet.
Both of his hands found themselves running up and down your back as you fell into the stones in front of where the shower head was no longer beaming down onto you. Your head relished the chill of the stone while your hands steadied you.
âShhh,â Bodhi calmed. âYouâre alright. Iâve got you.â
âIf I knew you were going to do that, I would have made you wait until we got upstairs. My legs feel like jello.â Your breathing and voice was ragged. He smirked against your skin to lay a trail of kisses along your spine.
âLess clean up here.â There, his logic was sound.
He massaged the curve of your hips and back up to your arms. In his attempt to recover you, his mage light disappeared to reveal only one left. The sight of the glowing golden orb was tiring, romanticizing the little bubble of peace youâd managed in the menâs washroom. Bodhiâs hands helped you turn to face him and he pushed the shower head to face the opposite direction from your faces.
His wet black curls lay flat against his head and pushed back away from his face. He was a beautiful man, a soft and stern one whoâs nature was far kinder than he let on to others.
A strong hand cupped the back of your head.
âI was an ass. Iâm sorry,â he spoke honestly and the apology was clear on his face.
âI should have listened to you.â
âYouâre more than capable. I was still a prick about it.â
You closed your eyes, forehead meeting his chin as your hands rested on his chest. Bodhi let you silently recover for what felt like minutes before his thumb pressed into the back of your neck.
âBaby,â he mumbled. His dick was still as hard as before and as much as you wanted to lay under the covers and do nothing more for the rest of your life, youâd be dammed to let a man as fine as Bodhi leave a shower wanting you.
âIâm fine,â you nodded as you raise your head. He studied your eyes before determining there was no lie to be shared. Bodhi Durran would never make you do anything you didnât want. He knew you could deny him, truly push him away and heâd return to that dry spot and turn around for good. Yet youâd never lied to him in the years heâd know you, so he wet his lips, eyes targeting your own before forcing your neck closer to connect his lips with yours.
Immediately, you wrapped your arms around him, pulling him as close as possible. To feel every inch of him would never be enough. You opened wider, his tongue melting over yours as he titled you back and devoured the senses.
Gods did you love him as much as he did you.
Your hands found home on his waist before daring to lower themselves to his cock that laid sprung and leaning to the right. Bodhi broke his lips from yours in a hiss the moment your thumb stroked his tip. You smiled, nose knocking into his as you pecked his lips gently in return.
âItâs my turn now,â you clarified for him but he shook his head.
âNo,â he swallowed hard. âI wonât last if you suck me off.â
âThen what do you want?â
âI just want to be fucking inside of you already.â He kissed you roughly as your hand circled his shaft and squeezed lightly. Both of his hands cradled your face now. âFuck me.â
This smile was contagious. A beaming glow emitted from his face each time and it never ceased to amaze you that a man like him could be so joyous compared to the hand he was dealt.
âI think thatâs what Iâm supposed to say,â you scrunched your nose at him. However, you pumped him more the longer he took to change it up.
âYeah,â he kissed you long. âBut I donât want to hurt you. I was rough beforeâI didnât meanâĻâ
âYou were fine. Perfectly and utterly fine, Bodhi.â
âI justââ
The sound of the washroomâs door opening and closing ended the conversation abruptly. Your hand paused, not letting him go in hopes the intruder would simply enter an empty shower and it on but they didnât. Footsteps moved in slow, showy maneuvers as the rusty hinges on stall doors creaked one after the other.
Your eyes turned frantic in a second and Bodhi kissed you quietly in ignorance.
The door opened as another assailant entered the space. Whoever had been the first dragged a blade across the stone floor. Its path igniting a loud, screech that made your ears bleed.
âThis is so inconvenient,â Bodhi whispered.
âFucking traitors!â A man shouted from the other side of the door. He was still a length or two away for safe keeping. âCome on outâĻ secrets die with those who keep them.â
âIâm not going to fight them naked!â Your voice was barely audible.
âSo you want to be impressed that I can take down both of them?â Bodhi felt his ego rise. You still hadnât removed your hand from his cock and even if the door to the stall you shared was locked, there was no stopping the two killers beyond it.
âKeep the shower on.â He backed away from you and with it fell your hand. âDonât say a wordâIâll be back in a minute.â
You werenât sure if it was erotic or utterly absurd that he walked out of the room drenched in water with his dick still hard and weaponless. The shower ran as you pulled the towel from under your bag and wrapped it around yourself for decency in case of the worst scenario: he died nude on the washroom floor to leave you murdered in the shower.
But you also knew Bodhi was entirely capable.
And in a moment to appease the strife you caused, you let him take the lead. The small stool became your pedestal while the sounds of bodies colliding violently filled the air instead of steam. A clatter of a dagger falling to the floor gave you a semblance of hope heâd managed to disarm one of them.
You pulled the towel tighter to your body and lifted your hand to the door in an effort to keep it shut.
âMalek not today,â you murmured. âNot fucking today.â
Bodhiâs grunts quickly turned into a unabashed laughter. You couldnât make out everything he said but every now and then, heâd jest to irritate.
Another dagger fell to the floor in shards.
âThatâs it?â He rallied. âI know you can do better than that fucking shit. You wanna kill me, huh? Then wield your goddamn power and do something about it.â
A mistake. It was all a mistake because the second they raised their hands to wield whatever signet they had, the channel was closed. There was no chance for them in hand to hand, there were no options for them to run from him as he bested them nude and half aroused.
You felt useless. Sitting there, embarrassed by your own nudity to not do anything about the situation. Maybe Bodhi had been right. The idea that you being alone was stupid and you were risking your life by ignoring what was in your best interest. But Bodhi was alsoâĻ Bodhi. He enjoyed showing off when it mattered the most and even behind the door, you could hear him kicking their ass.
And how were you to help when your legs felt like putty and the heat of the moment made you lightheaded?
There was the distinct sound of bone on bone cracking followed by a âfuck youâ and a body hitting the ground. The tip of a blade chipped the stone floor as it was picked up and flew across the room to the other assailant who dropped cold in response.
Silence, besides the running water, was all that was left.
âBodhi?â You called out tensely.
On the other side of the door, he was checking the pulse of the two second year cadets from first wing. His shoulder was burning, hand on fire from his broken bones finally having mended themselves from Resson, but the bruise on his jaw would manifest in mere hours.
There were no pulsesâthe threat had been eliminatedâand he sighed heavily in relief.
You creaked the shower roomâs door open just wide enough to peak your head out. One manâs neck was forced into an unnatural angle and the other had a dagger lodged in his heart, a perfect shot.
âTheyâre dead,â he said as if it werenât obvious.
âAre you hurt?â You asked as his big brown eyes met your own. He shrugged, stepping over the body and walking back to you as if nothing had happened.
âNothing serious.â
âBut your armââ
ââhurts but Iâll be fine.â
He met you at the door and smiled in the way he knew you couldnât resist him. You never could, but he just memorized every tell you had when it came to loving him.
âYour jaw,â you breathed out. A hand reaching to the angry skin just at the junction of his jaw and cheek. âWe should go get a pack. Iâd rather not be here when someone walks in and finds those two.â
You peered over his body to look at them again and as expected, neither moved.
Bodhi shook his head. He pushed open the door inch by inch until finally he was back inside the safety of the room and shut the door again.
âWhatâs with the towel?â He asked.
âWhat?â You furrowed your brows in a suspended moment of disbelief.
âWhy are you wearing that? Weâre not doneâIâm not done.â
âBodhi, youâre hurt.â
âYeah, here,â he pointed to his heart, âbecause now I have to jerk off by myself.â
âOh my,â you rolled your eyes as far as they could go.
âI saved you from those fuckers and this is how you repay me?â His eyes gleamed so brightly in amusement. âI donât know how I can go on anymore.â
He dramatically walked into the torrent alone. His hair went sopping wet again before he slicked it back and turned around.
âHave you always been this dramatic or is it just for me? You observe too much. This is tooâĻ Ridoc.â
âAnd now youâre thinking about other guys? After I saved you and made youââ
You were quick to step into the stream and over his mouth with your hand as if the dead would wake at the admission he made you come. The towel became soaked with water before it was far too heavy to remain on and found itself in a plop on the floor.
âAre you going to stop?â You asked him.
His eyes looked up in thought and his lips underneath your hand quirked up in a grin. Then, he nodded, gently removing your hand from his mouth.
âWe can go,â he settled on honesty instead of humor. âI was joking.â
âI know.â
âIt might also be rude to fuck in front of the dead.â
âHow would they know?â You pondered. âTheyâre dead.â
Bodhi grasped your hand in his own tightly. Wordlessly, you could sense his gratefulness through his stare. How you were both alive and the threat of today was gone until the clock struck to reset the mission of the next batch of dismayed students seeking revenge. You too were grateful his imperious behavior sent him down a spiral to you. He, and the others, would have been furious had you taken on those two alone.
But he did it all in the sake of protecting you. And not even a war college could make you forget the significance of his want to do so.
âThey might be ghostsâĻ I canât be sure though.â
You shook your head. âI donât want to think about ghosts or dead people when weâre fucking.â
He rose a brow. âOh, so you do want to have sex with me?â
âNo,â you drew in closer until your chest met his and his arms wrangled themselves around you. One on the back of your neck, the other settled on the curve of your ass with a grope. âI said âfuckâ not sex, not make love, fuck.â
His smiled bloomed again and melted every piece of you away.
âMy girlâs got such a dirty mouth, donât you?â
You looked down bashfully while your hands tread the lines of his abdomen.
âI guess youâll find that out, wonât you?â
He let you sink to your knees and show you just how much you appreciated himâboth the overbearing man and the one whoâd break a sweat just to see you again.
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Gojo Satoru
TW: implied noncon, yandere, captive reader, blood, knife play
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Satoru doesnât have infinity activated around you. You donât really pose much of a threat, and he thinks you know that tooâbesides, youâd never actually dare do anything anywayâĻ
The knife in his lung says differently, though.
Your hand around the hilt shakes, unintentionally wiggling the blade.
The surprise is greater than the pain. Honestly, the pain barely matters. Heâs experienced so much worse, his body scoffs at the tiny kitchen utensil. Cursed technique stops the bleeding before a single drop even escapesâit works like a well-oiled machine without him even thinking about it.
You seem worse off. Tears fumble down your face as you tremble, wide-eyed and petrified, staring at where youâve just driven the weapon through the otherwise pale and perfect alabaster muscles of his abdomen.Â
He says your name, and it seems to shake you out of it. You let go of the shaft, but the knife remains inside. He pulls it out himself as if itâs nothingânot even giving it the same regard you would have a tiny splinter.
A droplet of blood slips down the blade and splashes on the cotton of your pantiesâthe ones heâd been so eager to remove only a minute ago.
Whereâd you even hide the knife? Has he become so comfortable around you that he didnât notice you holding it?
Youâre still in shock. Small whimpers escape your trembling and the erratic nature of your breaths. Youâre not really breathing fast or slow, itâs almost like youâve forgotten how to do it rightâhitched both on its way in and on its way out again.
He almost feels sorry for you. But then again, heâs the one who was just stabbed.
âLick it.â He doesnât know where it comes from. Itâs the first punishment that he could think of.
You blink like youâve got an eyelash stuck on your lens as you adjust your gaze to look up at him. He holds the knife to your lips.
âWahââ
âItâs dirty. Lick it clean.â
He can see the gears turning in your head. He wonders what youâre thinking about. Is it how much you hate him? Regret for what youâve done? Or misery over how it didnât kill him?
Would you really want to kill him? He would ask, but he doesnât think you know the answer.
Your tongue trembles as it reaches out, gasping once it touches the blood.
Itâs weird, but thereâs something really intimate about it. Maybe itâs because heâs horny. He was planning on fucking you just a while ago, after all.
You whimper as you lick along the length of the blade, feeling the fresh blood soak into your tastebudsâsalty and metallic and a little sweet. He turns the blade for you to finish the other side as well.
The taste stays on your tongue.
He throws the knife away once itâs clean. Thereâs no clatter, just a thud as it lands in the white fur of the living room carpet.
Lanky hands hold both sides of your face as he lays his forehead down upon yours. âI know it wasnât your intentionâĻâ he rasps while his thumbs rub into your cheeks, making your lips jut out in a pout. His blue eyes are even crisper than usual. âBut that really turned me on.â
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Pairing: Robert "Bob" Reynolds x Reader
Summary: Bob needs a distraction that you're willing to provide.
Warnings: MSub, FDom, teasing, edging, begging whimpering, use of the phrase "good boy," handjob, slight angst and talk of abuse by Bobâs asshole father. Not betaâd. We die like men.
Author's Note: Needed to read it, so I wrote it.
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In the stillness of the night, it was easy to hear the shuffling of feet just outside your door. Whenever Bob had a nightmare, he came to you, sometimes to talk, sometimes to cuddle and say nothing at all, and sometimes, as of late, to do something else. To let go.
As you opened the door, Bob strained a smile. He was always happy to see you, but this eveningâs nightmare had been particularly distressing. âD-do you mind?â He asked, his voice just above a whisper as he gestured to the inside of your bedroom.
You stepped to the side, inviting him in. âYou never have to ask, Bob. Youâre always welcome in here.â
Despite his size, he seems especially small tonight. Hunched in on himself. His clothes particularly baggy.
When he sat down on the edge of the bed, he sighed. âWhen will they stop?â
The memories.
âI donât know,â you answered honestly. It felt disingenuous to tell him anything else. âI guess they never truly go away.â You paused and cleared your throat. âI have them too.â Walking toward the bed, you continued. âTheyâre less frequent now.â
âHow?â
You sat at his side, slipping your hand into his, your fingers entwined. âBy talking. To my therapist. To my friends. To you.â
A flash of uncertainty sparked in his eyes, but you caught it. You brought your other hand to the side of his face, your thumb tracing over the smooth planes of his cheek. âYouâre more, Bob.â
His shoulders relaxed, reassured of his place in your life.
Leaning your head against his shoulder, you asked. âDo you want to talk about it?â You swallowed hard against the lump in your throat. No one should suffer in the way that he has.
Bob squeezed your hand three times, a little method youâd come up with to help him steady himself. Heâd slowly been telling you about his past. His motherâs mental illness. His addiction and arrests. His grief over the New York incident. But less about his father. âI was sitting in my room. Maybe nine years old. Practically bent over in half w-waiting for the thudding sounds of my dad beating my mom to stop ringing in my ears.â He clenched his fists against his ears. âI could hear her cries. I wanted to do something, but I always made things worse.â
You returned the three squeezes to let him know you were there with him, guiding him through it. His mother had her own issues but you were mad at her for putting any of that on her son.
âAll of a sudden it stopped. M-my bedroom door flew open. The asshole had kicked open the door so hard part of it splintered. And then I kind of black out because he hits me so hard and it just keeps going andâĻâ He trails off as soft sobs take over.
Turning into him, you slip your fingers into his hair and pull his face to your shoulder. âItâs okay. Iâm here,â you breathe. âYouâre not alone.â
For nearly 10 minutes, he quietly cried against you, his hands grabbing fistfuls of your night shirt. When the tears finally subsided, he looked up, almost ashamed.
You wiped the drying tears away with the pads of your thumbs. âYou never have to feel ashamed for the actions of others. You were a victim.â You kissed his cheek. âBut youâre not anymore, Bob.â
Wiping at his eyes, he looked at you pleadingly. âW-will y-you help me forget?â
Without a word, you nodded and stood up, removing your night shirt and shorts, leaving you bare before him. At first, it had been difficult to take control, but he needed it. You. And youâd quickly become accustomed to leading.
âYouâre so beautiful,â he breathed, reaching for you. His hand grazed your hip and he sighed, pulling you against him and resting his forehead against your stomach. âNeed you.â
You climbed into his lap and kissed him, trailing your lips down his neck as your fingers skimmed the hem of his pajama pants. When his breath hitched, you smiled. âCan you be a good boy for me?â
Eagerly, he nodded, leaning back on his arms. âYes,â he said, eyes glazed over with need. âI-I can b-be good. I p-promise.â
You slowly dipped your hands below the hem of his pants and grazed your nails against his hardening cock. He twitched and his head fell back. A ghost of a whisper passed his lips. Something sounding like more.
Your fingers twirled around the head of his cock as your other hand grabbed him by the neck, pulling him back up toward you. âIâm going to give you what you need, baby, but Iâm going to need you to do something for me.â
Eagerness flashed in his eyes. âA-Anything,â he replied, his hands ghosting over the skin of your back, almost mimicking your movements in his pants.
With a knowing smile, you cupped the side of his face and guided his mouth toward your breasts. As his lips touched your skin, it bloomed with heat. While Bob licked and sucked at your nipples, you removed your hand from his pants and spit before returning to your ministrations. Steadily, you worked him, reveling in the little catches in his breath. The little signs that showed he needed you, trusted you.
As his breathing quickened, you hastened your pace, moving your hand against his slick cock. You could feel him growing in your grasp. His hips slightly bucking into your grip. âMore,â he said, an edge of demand seeping into his voice. He kissed at the valley between your breasts and grazed his teeth over your overheated skin. âFaster. Harder.â
Laughing, you pulled your hand away and swallowed his a subsequent groan, your tongue exploring his mouth. âYouâre in no position to demand, baby.â
âPlease,â he asked, correcting his tone.
You smiled. âPlease what, baby? Use your words for me.â
You watched his AdamīŋŊīŋŊīŋŊs Apple bob as he swallowed. He hesitated, his mouth dropping open. âP-Please touch me.â
âWhere?â Your head slunk back as he kissed your breasts, taking the time to formulate his thoughts. âI need you to tell me where.â
Bob groaned and his teeth grazed at your skin again. He knew what that edge of pain did to you. âMy c-cock.â He whimpered. âI need you to touch me.â Bring him to the edge of oblivion.
Satisfied, you kissed him and returned to your earlier pace, pumping him slowly but steadily. âDo you wanna come, baby?â You asked, moving faster, reveling in the lewd sounds filling the room.
Bob began to moan against your chest. âI need to c-come.â
âBeg me.â You demanded, using your free hand to force his gaze toward yours. His blue eyes were blown wide, a golden ring forming.
âPlease, please, please,â he muttered. âI need it. I need it. Can I come, honey? Please?â
Just as he tightened in your grasp you backed off, loving the sound of his frustrated whimper as you removed your touch.
Practically crying, he mumbled how unfair it was. His hands grasped your waist with a ferocity youâd come to expect from an unburdened Bob. A Bob that allowed himself to let go.
Your hand returned to his cock, but instead of starting out slow, you brought him to the brink again. He moaned more than he breathed. âW-w-wait, sssslow down, Iâm gonna come. Iâm gonna, I-Iâm coming.â
But again, you denied him that release, slowing down, your nails barely grazing his skin. âNot yet, baby.â
âIâm trying t-to hold it but I canât. Please m-make me come.â
âDo you want me to fuck you?â
Bob nodded his head vigorously. âYes, please. I b-belong inside you. Please put it in. Donât tease me,â he begged as you placed his tip at your entrance, moving it slowly against your wetness without putting it in. âYou canât-â
âI canât?â You asked.
Bob corrected himself again. âYou c-can. Iâm sorry. It b-belongs to you. Y-you can d-do whatever you want.â
As you lowered your head to kiss him again, you slipped his cock inside you. You whispered. âIs that what you need?â
Loudly, he groaned and threw his head back. âY-yyesss.â You slowly started to undulate your hips. You could feel yourself getting close as well.
âPlease, more. H-harder,â he begged, his voice getting louder. At this rate, youâd wake up the rest of the New Avengers and you werenât about to let that happen.
âShhhh,â you whispered, bringing your hand up to his mouth as you moved your hips faster. âTap my shoulder if this is too much for you okay?â
Nodding, he cradled his head in your chest. âPlease,â he mumbled into your hand. âPlease make me come. I-I-I need to come. Oh my godddddd,â he whined as you ground yourself against him. âIâm coming. Oh my god, Iâm c-coming. He cried into your hand, body shaking with his release as you fell over the edge soon after.
Knowing how sensitive he could get after coming, you slowed your movements and removed your hand from his mouth. âYou okay? You did so good for me.â
âY-yes,â he said with a shy smile. Even after all this time, he still got all shy and awkward. âThank you.â
As you maneuvered yourself off his lap, he clutched at you. âC-can I stay?â
âOf course,â you replied, kissing his shoulder. âLetâs just get under the covers.â
Bob followed you to the head of the bed and gathered you to him, his body flush with yours. âThank you,â he said again, sleep seeping into voice.
Turning your head, you kissed him. âAlways,â you breathed. âIâll always be here.â
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Till the sun burns out
Remmick x reader
I posted the snippet earlier this week this is the finished product!
Warning - Dead dove do not eat, Gore, Noncon/smut, this is a rough read so you have been warned, probably not my best written smut if I'm honest
Stupid, pathetic, maybe evenâĻ desperate. The words described you well enough, wouldnât you say? A lonely girl with nothing better to do than throw her life away. You do this because you think you're special, you think you're destined for greatness, You think one day you're gonna wake up and be the main character but you aren't. I mean how could you when youâre not even the main character of your own story. You aren't special, you arenât destined for greatness. The only thing you're truly destined for is to die in this forest. Body broken and mangled while he loomed over you.Â
It was clear you were going to die here. No way you get out of this, worst yet you could see the white walls of the house where you grew up in, the soft porch light admitting a warm welcoming glow. If you could have run a few more feet you'd be home safe. But you were just shy of that and he revelled in that. Walking circles around you like a wolf who had just cornered his prey. You hadn't even known what you'd done wrong. What made you deserving of this treatment but it didnât matter, not anymore.Â
Your leg was broken, the bone splintered in half, a jagged end poking out through the skin where your knee was meant to be. Blood leaking down the wound onto the forest floor. Your left arm was gone, ripped apart. The only evidence of it ever being there being the blood and tendons that leaked out of your bicep. The pain was unbearable, indescribable it ached everywhere. You could do nothing but cry and scream. Even your stomach suffered some blows, a large laceration planted diagonally through your chest, your internal organs threatening to spill out. The palm of your right hand was degloved, a sea of red covering the skin that was once there, tendons and muscle clearly on display for you to see. If youâd looked long enough youâd even be able to see the muscles moving, slow and concise.Â
Grabbing you by your hair you were lifted from the ground and pressed into the cruel bark of a tree. A screech moved past your lips as broken body parts started to move and bend. âI told you, didn't I? That weâd make sweet sweet music together.â He pressed his mouth against your ear, hot breath assaulting your skin. âI ainât say how but you were so eagerâĻ I ainât wanna spoil the surprise for ya.â Using his body to keep you stationed against the tree Remmick started to fiddle with his belt. Taking his time to remove it, his eyes stayed stationed on you. Red like an amber sea and teeth glistening in the moonlight, it had been ages since Remmick had played with his food to this degree. Kissing your neck, Remmick allowed his pants to fall to his ankles, his cock in hand.Â
âPlease, you don't have to do this.â You cried, the cherry colored fluids dripping from your lips onto his chest. Remmick smiled, a smile he often did. It was mocking, cruel and yet the smile looked almost kindâĻ almost. âI know little dove. â Remmick wasted no time lining himself with your cunt. Pressing his body further onto you, you heard the sound of something stabbing into fresh. It was your bone piercing into his stomach. âFuck.â He moaned. âYou get me all hot and bothered looking like this.â Your gored body turning him on. He was disgusting, a freak of nature. Slamming himself inside you, Remmick gave you no time to prepare before setting the tempo, thrusting at a rough and savage pace. Remmick paid no attention to the bone that pierced his flesh with every thrust. Blood leaking down the wound he had created. Moving his hand down your body Remmick started to play with your clit. The rough circular motions pressed into your skin. You were in pain, your body was aching, the wounds burned and yet your body still reacted to the orgasm forced onto you by him. Your nails digging into his shoulder as you held onto him . You were trembling beneath him, breathing heavy, eyes half lidded. The blood loss was going to catch up with you, soon rather than later. âFuck.â He groaned, his breathing uneven and his thrust getting impossibly quicker. âDonât die yet darlinâ I'm almost there.â He whispered in your ear. âThere ainât no God above but if there was he made you just for me.â Soon his thrust started to stutter and slow, his nails began to dig into your skin creating new wounds on your broken body. A groan leaves his lips as he releases all his love and affection into you, the white liquid carrying a red tint to it. Not quite ready to pull himself out of you Remmick thrusted a couple more times making sure that you were filled with every last drop of his cum.Â
âI'm going to break you over and over again.â Far too tired and dying from the blood loss the words didnât register in your mind as anything other than gibberish. But what did register was the sharp pain you felt in your neck and the way he licked at the wound lapping up the blood. When he was done he allowed your body to crumple in on itself, you dropped to the floor. The world went black.
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smoke and ash
a/n: this is based entirely on a post made by the amazing @cavillscurls and i was given permission to write it for her cause the idea actually made my brain go numb. plus just the thought of this man having an oral fixation paired with someone who also has an oral fixation?? beautiful. filthy. spectacular. it's quickly written cause i had the inspo at the time and really didn't want to lose it. so enjoy!
summary: cigar smoke trailed after him with every step, his mouth always desperate for something to wet, something to bite down on. and you with the match between your teeth indulged him every which way.
word count: 1.4k+
pairing: old man!logan howlett x f!reader
warnings: EXPLICIT SO MINORS DNI 18+ ONLY!!, oral fixation, spit kink, choking, dry humping, desperate!logan, overstimulation, cigars, they're fucking messy, dirty talk.
A dark stain of saliva coated the base of a match as you sat sprawled on his leather couch. Your teeth dug into it, creating an indent that would last until you decided it was time to strike the phosphorus and let it burn down. Sometimes they snapped. Other times you tossed them in the trash. Tonight you were intent on lighting it upâsolely for the cigar currently stuffed in between his own lips.
He sucked at the end thoughtfully most nights. Glasses perched on the edge of his nose, a book he'd read a hundred times over propped in one handâwhiskey in his other. Half of it was already burnt through. Used within the span of a few days before stubbed out and saved.
âInteresting story?â
The soft hum was all he offered, his eyes flicking back and forth between the lines even though he could recite the words from memory. The pages were worn from use, spine cracked every which way, and you often considered buying him a new copy. If just to give the story a chance to breathe in his mind. Sink beneath the depths of memories that still floated along the surfaceâseeking to ruminate in the cracks of chaos.
âLogan.â
âBub?â
âWhat does it taste like?â
At last he looked up, eyebrows lifted and fingers moving to drag the sticky wet cigar out of his mouth. âThis?â
You nodded. âGood or bad orâĻâ
âBetter than those fuckinâ matches,â he scoffed, pointedly glaring at the splintered wood between your teethâa nervous habit you had yet to kick. âCâmere and find out.â
Scrambling off the couch a bit too quickly, you found yourself perched in his lap, legs straddling his hips with a smile painted across your lips. He removed the match, flicking it into the discarded ashtray with contemptâhappy to have your mouth empty and waiting. Only to place the soaked butt against your tongue, his tongue swiping across his bottom lip at the sight. You always imagined what the flavor resembled. Until it finally dawned on you.
This is how it tasted to kiss him. The bitter tang of the cigar muted by the flavor of the whiskey he drank and the mints he chewed in his spare time. You sucked on the remnants of his saliva, your mind lighting up at the feel of it. Of having something stuck between your lips, a thing you could fixate on.
âTasteâs like me donât it?â
You nodded, shifting against his body as the first spark of heat began to slowly meld with the rest of your senses.
âGood girl,â he mumbled, the book forgotten to the side in favor of his hand sliding along your throat, thumb catching just beneath your chin. âSuck on it harder yeah? Want it to taste like ya when I smoke it again.â
A whine cracked in the back of your throat, your hips catching on the zipper of his jeans. âWhat about you?â
The mumbled words caused spit to drool down to your chin, his eyes tracking the slide of it with a heavy gaze. He wanted to lick it up. Swallow down what you offered. But the sight kept him transfixedâyour tongue sliding along the end of the cigar as if it were his cock. Soaking it in your taste enough to drive him a bit closer to the edge, his other hand suddenly a harsh grip on your ass.
âI got what I need,â he replied with ease. âYeah?â
You nodded, catching the glaze of desire in his dilated pupils. He wanted more than an empty mouth. The cigars appeased a side of him no one saw, a man who ached for something to bite down on, someone to taste even in the most mundane of ways. He was your guard dog looking to chew, to gnaw, even if spit flew out of his mouth with a feral edge of desperation. And with a grin, you stuffed three fingers into his mouth right down to the knuckle.
He took them with a moan, tongue laving over the length of them as his hips bucked up into yours. The hot cavern of his mouth and wet slide of his tongue drew out a sound you never knew you could make. A biting grunt that made spit fly everywhere, splattering against his cheek to mix with his own.
Ripping the cigar from your mouth, you hastily licked around his full mouth. âSuck harder for me baby.â
They met the back of his throat, choking him enough to force his head back. His eyes rolled, nostrils flared, and for a moment you felt the power dynamic shift. You were in charge. Telling him what to do to appease the ache of pleasure growing in the pit of your stomach. And it might have lasted. He very well could have given you complete submission if it werenât for the lack of the cigar in your mouth.
A growl rumbled up from his chest, eyes flashing dark enough to send a thrill down your spine, and before you could fix your mistake he rectified it for you. Three fingersâto match your ownâwere pushed harshly against your tongue, hooking behind your teeth to drag your face closer to his. You didnât need to hear him to know what he wanted.
The intent blazed in his hazel eyes well enough: suck.
Through the haze of wanton lust you felt his hand begin to guide your hips along his crotch. The bulge of his cock straining against denim, pushing the metal zipper up for your clit to catch on each time. Clad in his flannel and cotton panties, you found yourself plummeting towards the burning ache that built faster than you could comprehend.
You ripped your hand from his mouth, burying the spit soaked fingers into his hair to grip him close. But it never remained enough. He wanted to delve beneath your skin. Seek the warmth that seeped from your body where his fingers kneaded and pushed to drag you to a fro. His teeth latched onto your shoulder, the sweater pulled to the side while his fingers met the back of your throat, choking you with their size.
A cry slipped past his knuckles as you humped his clothed cockâdragging yourself inch by inch towards the release you could practically taste. It clung to the tip of your tongueâthe saccharine flavor intertwined with the tobacco musk of his fingers. You swallowed around them, drool spilling down your throat and pooling at the top of your breasts.
âThatâs it,â he gasped, a line of bites trailing right to the juncture of your neck, his spit smeared across your skin. âGonna cum for me?â
You whined harshly, body going taut as your clit pulsed rapidly with the impending wave of bliss that tugged sharply on your spine. The pain of his teeth puncturing hard enough to draw blood dragged a knife through the thin strand of resistance. And you came with his name at the back of your throat and white bursting behind tightly shut eyelids.
âYes. Fuckââ His growl ran down the length of your spine, body trembling in his tight grasp. âThatâs my girl.â
Unconsciously your nails punctured the skin at the back of his neck and with a jolt, he groaned long and ragged against your throat. A dark wet patch formed beneath his jeans as you soaked him with a spit filled cry. The pleasure wrung your body dry, pulling the final dregs of your energy straight from the source. Your chest heaved, mouth a gentle suckle at the very base of his fingers, and Logan could feel you begin to collapse forward into his chest.
âYou really like when your mouth is filled,â he mused, lips curling into a smile.
Nodding, your voice was a content humâhis fingers dragging at the back of your teeth, tracing their shape. A kiss was pressed to your head, body slumping further into the chair with you atop him.
âGonna get you some more matches in the morninâ,â he mumbled lazily. âMy pretty girl needs a treat for being so good.â
Your heart fluttered, eyes glistening with the devotion youâd never dare to hide. The love that burned with the power of an eternal flame. Settling into his body, you felt his hand drag along the expanse of your thigh. Calming the storm in his mindâa catastrophe you longed to weather with him.
You were the balm to his weathered soul.
A permanent fixation of smoke and ash that surrounded his charred and splintered heart that burned for you.
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