#I CLOSED MY EYES INSIDE YOUR DARKNESS. AND FOUND YOUR GLOW.

[sunswish]

☆, — 𝐬𝐥𝐞𝐞𝐩𝐥𝐞𝐬𝐬 | 𝐍𝐚𝐭𝐚𝐬𝐡𝐚 𝐑𝐨𝐦𝐚𝐧𝐨𝐟𝐟

✧.* 𝐬𝐮𝐦𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐲; Natasha couldn’t sleep after her last mission.

✧.* 𝐜𝐨𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐧𝐭 𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠; sad nat, comforting, fluff, mentions of death.

✧.* 𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐝 𝐜𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐭; 998.

✧.* 𝐧𝐨𝐭𝐞𝐬; just something small I wrote because I wish I could give nat all the love she deserves. English is not my first language, so I apologize for any mistakes I might have made.

✧.* a special spot for my lovely @notanactressyayy! This profile exists thanks to her encouragement. ♡

���Nat,” your voice was soft when it reached Natasha’s ears and her tired eyes found yours. With a gentle smile forming on her lips, she closed her laptop, the graphic pictures from her last mission disappearing as the screen turned off.

“Why did you wake up, my love?” She asked calmly, her arms wrapping around your waist. Your hands found her hair, your fingers massaging her scalp, and the air inside her lungs seemed fresher now.

“You left,” you answered in a sleepy tone that made her heart swell. She buried her face on your stomach when you sat on her desk, your scent flooding her senses.

“I thought you wouldn’t notice,” she lied against your shirt, her green eyes avoiding yours. “You should go back to bed, I will be there soon,” another lie.

You sighed softly, tilting her head up to meet your eyes, and Natasha feared she would find deception in them — but, as if to shake away the insecurities of her past, she found love. A warmth spread through her chest, and she swore it was something sent directly from heaven.

It was divine.

“You don’t have to lie to me,” you whispered, giving her forehead a gentle kiss. Your fingers traced their way down her cheeks and her skin tingled under your digits. She thought about your words for a moment before speaking.

“I couldn’t sleep,” she said — confessed. Her hands tightened on your waist in an attempt to keep her emotions in check, to keep them bottled up. Her shoulders got tense, and she frowned a little, hesitant. “Today’s mission was… rough.”

There was something about the way she pronounced the word, something in the weight of it on her tongue — it wasn't just an usual mission. Your gaze held hers, trying to read her eyes. What happened out there? How much pain was she hiding from you? How restless was her soul?

“We walked into an ambush,” she explained quietly, a soft sigh escaping her lips as she looked away. “Things got difficult in the open field and we went to a safe house nearby, but there were more of them waiting for us. I should have considered this possibility, I should have been more cautious.”

Natasha’s hand let go of your waist to run through her hair, and the lights casted a soft, yellow glow on her skin. The dark circles under her eyes became more pronounced, and she rubbed them.

“If I had checked everything before letting my team go inside,” she said regretfully. “Maybe they would still be here. Maybe they would have returned to their families. But they aren’t, and their families won’t ever see them again.”

She looked down at her lap, a lonely tear streaming down her face. “And it’s my fault,” she whispered, shaking her head slightly, and all you wanted was to take that weight off her shoulders, to give her some peace.

“No,” you uttered in a quiet voice, cupping her cheeks with tenderness. You wiped the single tear that rolled down her face, your touch fond and careful. “It’s not your fault. The evil of others and their cruelty are not your fault.”

Natasha looked at you in confusion; how could you show such compassion for someone like her, flawed and undeserving of redemption? The warmth of your palms against her face spread through her skin, your love seeping inside her veins and flowing through her body, nurturing her broken soul.

“I don’t deserve it,” she whispered, closing her eyes and nuzzling into your touch, her silent tears lingering on your fingers. Your lips found her face, pressing gentle kisses to her forehead and cheeks.

“Yes, you do. You're proof that people can be good, that there is still humanity inside people’s hearts. You dedicate your life to save, to heal the world we live in,” you tilted her head to look into her eyes, and deep inside, you saw it — the flicker of belief. Everything that came out of your mouth, Natasha took it like an ultimate truth.

“If there’s someone who truly deserves love in this world, Natasha, that person is you,” the words left your mouth like a silent vow, meant only for her. They were a promise she would carry with her forever.

She melted into your embrace, letting herself be held, letting the weight on her chest dissolve. Her fingers traced absent patterns on your back, the silent language of gratitude. Her breath steadied against your neck, and peace finally found its way to her heart.

Natasha sought your warmth, her fingers grazing yours before intertwining them. Foreheads pressed together, she breathed you in.

“Thank you, milaya,” she whispered, sincerity dripping from her lips. “I don’t know what I would do without you.”

She held you tighter, leaning in and kissing you with reverence, savoring your taste, the warmth you sparkled inside her. In your arms, she was safe, sheltered from the storm. Breaking apart, you brushed a hair strand behind her ear, eager to see every part of her, and she smiled.

“I think I’m ready to sleep now,” she murmured, both of you glancing at the clock on the wall. A soft chuckle left your throat and her chest flooded with serenity.

“That’s good, because I can barely keep my eyes open,” you teased and a smirk formed on her face. You guided her back to the bedroom, the dark room bathing you two in shadows.

When you both crawled under the covers, the soft mattress dipped under the weight, and Natasha quickly found her way into your arms. Your hands stroked her hair, fingers gently caressing her scalp, and you could feel the way her body relaxed against yours.

“I love you, Natalia,” you whispered to her and she hummed against your neck, the low sound reverberating through your body.

“I love you too, milaya.”

For the first time in years, Natasha slept until sunlight, no nightmares or doubts creeping into her rest.

[crowsofdarkness]

A very smutty night with Bucky,

18+ CW's below the cut(unprotected pinv, spanking with a leather belt and Bucky's vibranium hand, handcuffing, orgasm denial, use of vibrator and dildo on the reader.)

"Bucky?" I called out when I finally stepped into our darker bedroom, only to be met with an ear ringing silence. 

The entire Avengers Compound was quiet, no one in any of the common rooms. I’d been out with Wanda and Nat, a girls night, and had been sending Bucky teasing texts all night to rile him up. How did he respond? 

By sending me a video of him jerking himself off into a pair of my panties. 

My hand smacked against the wall, looking for the light switch, but I let out a scream when a hand wrapped around my throat from behind, cool leather pressing against the heated skin as a deep voice spoke.

"You're late."

Goosebumps pricked at my skin as I found myself leaning into the broad chest against my back.

“I would have been here earlier if someone didn’t distract me with a certain video,” I tossed back at the voice over my shoulder. 

He breathed me in then let go of his grip around my throat, pushing me forward slightly and I tried to maneuver my way through the dark until suddenly, the bedside table lamp clicked on, a warm ashen glow showcasing the man that stood on the other side of the bed, it creating a barrier between us. Bucky was blanketed in his own darkness as he slowly removed the hood of his sweater, his long strands of hair falling just before his shoulders.

Now, he pointed to my dress. “Keep that on and get on your stomach on the bed.” 

My pussy clenched, slick with arousal ever since I watched the video; more than once. Not wanting to disobey him, I laid on my stomach on the soft bed which dipped behind me as Bucky knelt. 

“So pretty,” he mused while lifting up the hem of my dress over my ass. 

“Bucky,” I whined. 

A swift smack to my ass seized whatever words I was about to utter. 

Fuck, every time he spanked me with his vibranium hand it sent a shockwave through my system.

“You’ve been teasing me all night, doll. I don’t want to hear a sound out of you while you receive your punishment, understood?” Bucky’s eyes zoned in on my round ass in front of him. 

All I could pay attention to was the way his eyes watched me which didn’t please him so he laid another hard smack to my ass, causing me to cry out into the palm of my hand. 

“Hm, good girl,” he praised. 

The darkness that laced his voice suddenly was no longer as he leaned his body over towards my ear. “If it gets to be too much, Y/N, say Mercy. Alright?”

I couldn’t hide my eagerness as I nodded. “Keep going.” 

The only sound that lingered in the air of our bedroom was the sound of skin on skin as Bucky laid smack after smack against my ass; so red already. When he felt like I had enough, he rolled me onto my back so I could gaze up at him. 

“How wet are you, Doll?” He wondered, dragging a finger over my panties. “I can feel how soaked your panties are. Was it the video or the spankings?”

I swallowed. “Both.” 

Hooking a finger through the waistband, he ripped them down my legs before bunching the material of my dresses over my stomach. His large hands held onto my knees with a bruising force, spreading me wide for him. 

“I fucking knew it,” he said while dipping a finger between my folds, my moan getting caught in my throat. 

Bucky was knuckle deep as he fingered me hard and fast.

"Oh god," I buried my face into the crook of my arm, my orgasm already so close to the brink of collapse. 

“Fuck. Feels so good, Bucky," I gasped when he slipped another finger inside of me.

He curled them inside of me, bringing me closer to the edge of bliss. It felt like all of my senses were heightened yet before I could finally drown in it, Bucky slipped away from me leaving me empty. Before I could protest, his mouth devoured mine in a kiss so dizzying, I grasped at his sweater to keep myself grounded. 

“I got a surprise for you, doll,” he muttered into the kiss before rolling off of me, disappearing to the side of the bed and tossed a bag full of goodies next to me. 

Holy shit.

“Bucky,” I panted, body wrecked from yet another orgasm denial. “I can-I can’t do this anymore.” 

The metal handcuffs dug into my wrists as my arms were pulled tight behind my back, exposing my breasts to Bucky, who was lying underneath me with a smug smile on his face. After fucking me deep into the bed while I still wore my dress, he managed to pull out of me seconds before either of us came apart. 

“What’s the matter, doll? Tapping out already?” Bucky cocked his head to the side, assessing me with a predatory gaze. 

“P-please. I feel like my body is about to explode. I just want to cum, this isn't fair,” I whined which made him press the vibrator harder against my clit and I cried out. 

Bucky had it on the highest setting and everytime I felt like I was about to convulse on the dildo that was fully settled inside of me, he would yank the vibrator away. 

He leant up his face towards me so I could feel his warmth breath across my lips. “What’s not fair is you sending those texts and pictures to me all night knowing I can't do anything about it.” 

My lips parted to apologize, even though we both knew I didn’t need to. It was all part of this game. But Bucky was quick to lift me from the bed and roughly force me to my knees, a playful gleam in my eyes. In my naughty texts from earlier, I may have let it slip that I wanted him to be rough tonight. 

Bucky towered over me from my spot on the floor of our bedroom and his cock was so close to my face, I nearly darted my tongue out to lick up the precum that seeped out of the slit. 

Shortly after he fucked me in my dress, he tore away both of our clothes, before handcuffing my wrists together. While Bucky had been denying both of us orgasms all night, he also denied me touching him. Any time I tried, he would whip me with the leather belt that was currently hanging over the headboard. My ass was raw with marks covering every inch of skin, and I fucking loved it. 

Bucky’s calloused but gentle flesh hand cupped my cheek, forcing our eyes to lock. 

“Safe word?” He whispered into the darkness of the bedroom, only illuminated by the lamp on the bedside table

I pressed a kiss to the inside of his palm. “I’m good, Bucky.” 

Suddenly darkness bled those eyes black and he leaned closer to my face with a tight grip around his thick cock. 

“Good because you’re going to sit there like the good slut I know you to be and open that pretty little mouth of yours so I can paint it with my cum.”

His voice was gone, overcum with the lust that consumed all of him, and it nearly vibrated against his broad chest. 

“If you disobey, well I think we know what’s going to happen,” Bucky thread the belt between his hand to snap the leather together, the noise echoing throughout the room. 

I jumped but nodded eagerly. “I’ll be a good girl. I’ll listen.” 

His thumb now grazed over my cheek. “Then open up for me, doll.” 

I obeyed. 

“Fuck,” Bucky bit down on the back of my shoulder, digging his fingers into the flesh of my ass. His cock twitched inside of me as he held onto his breath. 

“Doll, I can’t-I can’t hold it. I’m so close-.” Bucky admitted through gritted teeth. 

With my face still pressed deep into the mattress by his vibranium hand, I pressed my ass farther back into him. My body was completely wrecked from the last three orgasms he forced out of me with the black rose vibrator, and I was desperate to finally hear him let go after denying himself all night. 

“Please Bucky,” I managed to say. “Please, I need it. I need you to fill me up.”  

“Fucking hell, doll,” he dragged nearly all of his cock out of my pussy, slowly fucking me with the head before sinking himself all the way in again. 

I glanced over my shoulder at him and watched with euphoria as Bucky’s eyes rolled back when he let his head fall, nearly choking on a breath. With a groan so sinful it made my spine ignite and two more hard snaps of his hips, he finally spilled himself inside of me. 

“Take all of it,” Bucky demanded before collapsing his large frame over mine on the bed, cock still buried deep inside of me. 

We lay there in a mess of sweat, cum, and tangled limbs when Bucky finally pushed himself off of me, the emptiness I felt between my legs paling in comparison to the cum dripping down the inside of my thigh. 

He pressed a delicate kiss to my shoulder as he lay next to me. “You sure you’re alright?” 

I gave him a blissful smile, still not being able to open my eyes. “I’m more than alright.” 

“Good,” Bucky swept away the matted hair from my face just as I slowly opened my eyes. “I love you.”

“I love you too, Bucky,” I lazily kissed his chest before letting sleep finally pull me under. 

[multific]

Hunting the Past, Finding the Future

Qimir x Reader

Summary: You were a Jedi sent to hunt and kill Qimir for murdering your Master, but when you finally confront him, something shifts. A connection, one that feels ancient, and unbreakable, is revealed. 

The path had been long and merciless, spanning across desolate moons and corrupt cities, each step drawing you closer to the one you aimed to destroy. 

Qimir, murderer, Sith, the one who had taken your Master’s life without hesitation. The Jedi had taught you about justice, about balance, but the fire in your chest burned too hot, too deep. 

This was vengeance.

You had followed whispers of his presence, remains of his destruction, tracking him to the very edges of the galaxy where shadows bled into the light. 

And now, at last, you found him.

A ruined temple. 

He stood before the broken altar, a figure draped in darkness, golden eyes darting as he turned to face you.

“So,” he drawled, tilting his head. “You finally caught up.”

Your saber ignited with a snap-hiss, the brilliant glow illuminating the distance between you. “You killed my Master.”

His expression didn’t change, but something flickered behind his gaze. Interest, maybe. Amusement. “I did.”

Rage tightened your grip. “Do you even care?”

He exhaled, stepping closer, as if daring you to strike. “If it matters so much to you, have your revenge.”

You had imagined this confrontation a hundred times, had rehearsed his death in your mind over and over. 

But something chewed at you, something just beyond reach, buried in the way he watched you, not as an enemy, but as if he already knew you.

A whisper in your mind, not your own. 

Familiar. Ancient.

Your breathing faltered. Your fingers trembled. “Why does this feel like… something I’ve lived before?”

A slow, knowing smile touched his lips. “Ah. You feel it too.”

The world tilted. “What?”

“You and I,” he murmured, stepping closer. “We’ve done this before. Fought. Hunted. Desired.” His gaze roamed your face, something changed in him as he lifted a hand to your cheek but did not yet touch you. “Perhaps in another life, the roles were reversed.”

Your heart pounded. “Lies.”

But the moment you said it, you knew it wasn’t true. 

Something inside you knew him, beyond the present, beyond your mission. A connection that stretched past lifetimes, connecting you to him in ways you did not understand.

He saw your hesitation. “You don’t want to kill me.”

“I should.”

“But you won’t.”

Silence settled between you, thick and heavy. You hated him, didn’t you? You had to.

And yet… you could not bring yourself to strike. 

Not when his presence called to you like a missing piece of yourself. Not when something inside you screamed that you belonged to him.

You withdrew your saber. 

Qimir took the final step forward, so close now that the heat of him wrapped around you, so close that when he spoke, his breath ghosted over your lips.

“You were mine before,” he whispered. “And you will be mine again.”

The last of your will crumbled as his lips met yours, the kiss slow, deep, filled with something more than passion.

Recognition, devotion, something older than time itself. 

You melted into him, arms winding around his shoulders as if they had always belonged there, as if this was where you were meant to be.

Your Master’s death, your vengeance, your path as a Jedi, all of it faded into nothing.

Because you belong with him.

~Masterlist~

ˇAO3ˇ

Wattpad

/DO NOT TRANSLATE, STEAL OR REPOST ANY OF MY WORKS TO THIS OR OTHER PLATFORMS/

[omegalomania]

heaven, iowa is..........t4t coded

[pisshandkerchief]

fucking hate when I have a drawing concept stuck in my head that I simply can not do justice with my mediocre artistic "talent"

[daeluin]

not insane as in every song is about patrick truther but insane as in every song in mania is ultimately about patrick truther

[andoutofharm]

tell me when the party ends will you still love who i am

[thekidsarentalright]

i will never ask you for anything except to dream sweet of me

[millsimagination]

My daily relistening of smfs today and all I can think about is the line from “Heaven, Iowa”

I closed my eyes inside of your darkness, and found your glow.

Like man. That’s beautiful. That’s knowing someone’s deepest, weirdest bits and still finding hope inside there. That’s what I want, maybe that’s what we all want.

And musically, it fits so well because most of the instrumental just cuts out as if you really are in that dark void. Inside of that darkness.

And then there’s the glow.

[atomiqueen]

tag drop 6: relations.

[thinkinonsense]

-cravings.

cw: feral!logan, breeding kink, pervy!logan, marking, TA/ co-workers relationship, belly bulge, oral (fem receiving), gross!logan, squirting, male masturbation, spitting, slight praise kink, slight hair tugging, pet names, slightly grinding on abs? pantie play?

summary: logan's in a rut and only his sweet girl can help him.

a/n: so i pictured dofp!logan but x trilogy!logan also works! hope you enjoy <3 also also not proof read so sorry for any errors

"scott, have you seen logan?" your delicate voice fills the study as you pass by, looking for your mentor.

logan has been missing all day, which isn't the most unusual thing but it is odd that he said he would train with you today and yet, he's nowhere to be found.

"charles said he wasn't feeling well." scott replied, barely gazing up at you. "he's probably still in bed."

you nod, turning around to head upstairs and check on logan like any good friend would.

the floorboards creek under your light foot steps down the hall. charles, hank, and storm took the kids to a lab overnight to work on their final projects. the rest of the adult were either training or lesson planning. the wooden door glowed with golden light illuminating the rim, so warm and welcoming.

one knock turned into three and four. all of them unanswered, leaving you slightly alarmed. this wasn't like logan to ignore you.

❀༉‧₊˚

meanwhile, beyond the wooden door, logan sat on his bed trying to get a grip on this feeling. it's happened before, the familiar warmth that spreads all over. a primal craving attempting to claw its way out of him.

normally, he can hide out until the rut is over but now it is different. now logan has his eyes on someone. not just someone though.

it's the girl he's been warned not to fall for. charles, jean, hank and scott have all told logan that he's not to make a move on you. the girl who's too pure for a big bad wolf like him. for once, he listened and steered clear of you, no matter how pretty you were.

until you signed up to be his teachers assistant.

now with the close proximity, logan is tortured by your scent. the sweet cherry he's become familiar with haunts his deepest thoughts. he could perfectly trace every outline on your body without even trying. honestly, he found it quite sickening how you've carved your spot in his mind.

next to him on the mattress are a pair of your panties from yesterday. he remembered seeing the slight flash of light blue from under your skirt when you dropped your pen in the hallway. there's a damp patch on them, calling his name in mocking tones.

"logan..?" your meek voice was barely audible behind the door. "can i please come in?"

a low growl hums in his chest at the sound of your voice. he wants nothing more than to let you inside and ravish you in the way he desires; but he doesn't want to scare you off.

"not now, sweetheart." he grunts almost as if he's in pain.

"a-are you okay?"

logan couldn't see you but he could picture your concerned face. scrunched eyebrows and wide bambi eyes, lips in a pout. god, he could just eat you up.

" 'm fine." his voice sounds rough, like a bark. he would never yell at you but he needed you to walk away because the feeling of his cock being suffocated in his jeans was killing him.

"alright." you whine. "see ya later then, lo."

soon enough he heard your footsteps down the hall, logan quickly strips himself of his black shirt, dark blue jeans and his boxers. without hesitation he reaches over to grab that panties he had taken from your hamper.

"fuck, smells so sweet." he groans, nose pressed against the soft soaked cotton as he tugs his throbbing cock. spreading the pearly beads of pre-cum.

with his senses clouded and a fire ignited in him, he kitten licks the patch, letting your slick dance on his tongue. picturing your legs wrapped around his head, how your tight hole would take his tongue or his fingers and the little noises that would escape you.

"that's my sweet pussy. all mine." logan mumbles possessively under his breath before spitting into the material and bringing it to his cock, using it to jerk off.

as his orgasm approaches, the fire intensifies; sweat dripping down his temples the faster his hand moves. abs also dripping in sweat as his chest rapidly moves up and down. mind swarmed with all the positions logan wants to put you in.

"s-shit." logan curses, clenching his teeth as his vision blurs and euphoria washes over him. ropes of cum spill all over his abs and happy trail, creating a sticky messy.

left alone and panting, covered in his release, logan's still unsatisfied. he knew there was only one thing that could fix this.

❀༉‧₊˚

it's near midnight when you finally hear logan leave his room. heavy boots heading towards the stairs, right by your room.

"where are you going, lo?" you ask, peaking out of your bedroom to catch him. he stops but doesn't acknowledge you. "gonna leave me here all alone?"

logan could've sworn that you would be asleep at this hour and he could leave to find some woman at the bar to help with his... situation.

"scott's around here somewhere." he dryly replies, trying to avoid your gaze.

"he left a few hours ago." you mumble, nervously messing with the bottom of your nightgown.

something was off about logan; you just couldn't figure out what it was. he wouldn't even look at you. had you done something wrong? was he upset with you? why was he avoiding you?

"i-is everything alright?" you ask, worried for the answer.

logan take a minute to respond, scratching the scruff on his face while he thinks. just because he looks strong doesn't mean he is internally. logan found his weakness in you. a woman he's known for a little over a year and yet you could bring him to his knees if you so pleased.

suddenly, logan turns and looks at you. he sucks in his breath sharply when he saw you dressed in a cute tiny white nightgown. logan was positive that you were the closest he will ever get to meeting an angel.

the material ends high up on your thighs and he swears that in this light he can see the outline of your nipples, watching how they pebble from the cool air in the hallway.

"it's just cravings." he finally answers, tearing his eyes off of your pretty shape.

the moment logan makes eye contact with you, you notice how the color changed from a light hazel to bordering black. he looked hungry. you've heard of this before, a feral state that mutants like him enter every six months or so and if you knew better, you would run.

"anything i can help you with?" you ask, batting your long lashes up at him.

"it's real dirty work, princess." logan warns, restraining himself from jumping at the opportunity.

"i don't mind." you tell him. in that moment, a familiar aroma hits him. "i wanna help you, logan."

normally, logan wouldn't let things get this far. sure, the two of you have made sly flirty comments in the past but it's never gone past just words.

he watches you walk back into your room, keeping the door open for him.

❀༉‧₊˚

your bedroom was damn near exactly how logan pictured it. soft earth toned colors, pretty sheets, messy desk with all the paperwork you two do together. most importantly, it smelled like you. not your perfume or whatever candle you lit earlier. this was different.

"logan..." your voice pulls him back to reality. "tell me what you want me to do."

so considerate. logan thinks to himself as he watches you sit with your knees against the mattress and look up at him like a dog looking at its owner, waiting for an order.

without a warning, logan crashes his lips against yours. it hot and messy how he almost swallows you whole. both of you have waited forever for this moment.

logan lays you flat on the mattress, not breaking the kiss. your teeth bite down on his bottom lip at the small thud. you go to whisper an apology but it's covered by logan's loud groaning.

he take this opportunity to grind against you, only covered in a pair of matching white panties. if he was in a clearer head space, he would've thought this was planned.

"u-uh, please." you whimper against his lips, lifting your hips a little to meet his.

it's quite cute how pathetic you look right now. struggling for more. logan latches his lips to your neck, leaving dark maroon bites behind as he moves further south.

at the waistband of your panties, logan nips at the skin on your hipbone, leaving behind a pretty mark to match the others. he craved to be closer to you. pressing his nose into the wet patch and inhaling sharply, grunting at your essence.

a loud squeal falls from your lips as you lazily try to push him away. too embarrassed by the lewd action. nonetheless, logan refuses to move until he's had enough. licking over the cotton and making out with your covered cunt.

"l-logan!" you gasp as he flips you over on your belly with your ass in the air.

the sound of the material ripping fills the room. this was better than logan could've imagined. the sight of your throbbing cunt as it cries for his attention, and only his.

"prettiest fuckin' pussy i've ever seen." he marvels under his breath. "gonna let me use it how i please, princess?"

"mhm." you nod, trying to look back at him. "it's yours, lo."

your words send him on a spiral, he sinks you down on his tongue so he can fuck you at his pace. exploring your walls and reveling in your taste. no dessert in the world could compare to you.

logan grinds against your mattress, desperately seeking relief. not that he's complaining. he's more than happy with his position; and so are you.

there will be bruises on your hips tomorrow, without a doubt because of how tightly logan's gripping your hips. keeping you right where he wants you to be.

"n-need more, please." you moan, fists balling up the sheets.

"what a greedy fuckin' baby." logan says, pulling off of a second to replace his tongue with two thick fingers, stretching you out for him.

pretty little 'uh, uh, uh's' spill from your lips every time you bounce back on logan's fingers. he's hypnotized by the way you manage to coat his finger with your slick. dripping down his palm and onto your sheets.

"look 'atcha, sweetheart." he mutters, doubtful that you can hear him over the obscene sounds coming from your pussy. "struggling to take my fingers. gotta stretch ya' for my cock. think you can take it?"

"mhm!" you answer, feeling a trail of kisses on the back of your thighs as logan speeds up his thrusts, locating your sweet spot with ease.

there's a warmth of pleasure that washes over you. it's different than anything else you've experienced. before you could even figure it out, you to gush all over logan's hand and the sheets.

"she's squeezing me so damn tight." he growls, watching as your pussy spasms from overstimulation, practically knocking the wind out of you. logan has to fight off cumming in his jeans as he licks up your release.

once logan allows you to catch your breath, you turn and say, "i've never um, never done that before."

"fuck." logan curses, smacking his palm down on your ass. "it won't be the last time tonight."

the sound of logan undoing his belt echos in the room. lining the head up to your entrance and slowly sinking into you. your eyes roll back into your head at the stretch. similar to a cat, you arch your back and purr at the feeling.

"f-feel so full." you moan as he picks up his pace.

"that's it, princess." he grunts, moving his hand down your back and wrapping it into your hair. "tell me how good it feels."

and you don't waste a single second to do so.

"you're s-so big, can feel you e-everywhere." you reply in between heavy breaths.

the hand wrapped in your hair tugs you forward so your back is against his chest. with his lips pressed against your ear, he mutters, "everywhere, huh?"

you nod, digging your nails into his thighs with each thrust. his other hand travels from your breast to your lower torso underneath the nightgown. your eyes shoot open as soon as he lightly pushes down.

"can you feel me right here?" he asks, slowing down his strokes for you to focus.

when you don't respond right away, the hand in your hair moves to your jaw, gripping it and angling your gaze down to the large bulge in your belly. you always knew logan was larger than the average man but you didn't even think this was possible.

"y-yes!" you whimper loudly, needing him to go faster.

logan's not religious by any means but in that moment, he wishes he could personally thank god for everyone being gone tonight. he can't imagine having to muffle your little moans right now while he starts pounding back into you.

"gimme kiss, please?" you whisper in between the lewd wet smacks of his heavy balls against your ass.

how could logan turn down his sweet girl? even while being ruined, you still managed to use your manners.

the two of you sloppily make out, exploring each other. he swallows all the whimpers you let out against his lips. except the one from when logan pulls back.

"what are you–?"

"open your mouth and stick out your tongue for me." logan demanded, staring down at you like a feral animal.

you obey, opening up for him like he asks. logan spits on top your tongue, feeling your tight cunt flutter around him. clenching at the taste of him.

"swallow." he says, watching you do so. "what a good girl."

"i'm so f-fucking close, lo." your head falls back against his shoulder as your vision turns white, stars behind your eye lids.

"me too." logan warns. " 'ya gonna let me fill you up, sweetheart? bet you wanna be full of me, to carry my seed? isn't that right?"

he knows you're too far gone, babbling incoherent sentences and soft pleas. the tiny, "mhm" and head nod give him the okay to cum inside you.

"s-shit!" he curses. "you're so tight, practically suffocating me, baby."

his orgasm triggers another for you, milking him until both of you are struggling for air. the room felt like the inside of a sauna and reeks of sex.

"got another one in you, pretty girl?" logan asks, slowly pulling out of you.

"y-yeah." you answer, letting him move you how he wanted.

logan slips your nightgown off of you and lays you down on your back again. this time fully taking in your form. every curve, dimple and scar. he makes sure to pay your breasts some attention, taking one in his mouth and massages the other, pinching and rolling your nipple until your whining. desperately you attempt to rub your pussy against his abs, gaining very little friction from it.

if he wasn't in this rut, he would've taken more time to appreciate this. next time he will.

you open up for him again and he slips in with ease. logan brings your thighs to your chest, folding you in half.

"harder, please." you beg, staring up at him with those wide eyes that he's a sucker for.

"i don't want to hurt you, baby." he grunts, trying to restrain himself.

"i can take it, lo." you tell him, stroking his cheek with your much smaller thumb. "i know you need it right now."

instead of answering with words, logan bends down and kisses you in a more tender way than before. as soon as he picks up his thrusts, you tug softly at his locks, making his hips stir and lose rhythm for a second.

"you like it rough, don't 'ya, princess?" he grunts in your neck while his thumb moves to rub circles on your clit. "fuck, my cum is just spilling out of you."

a tear rolls down your cheek, only further encouraging logan. licking up the salty tear before it falls off your skin. never in your life have you felt so dirty.

"please, need to feel you logan." you whimper and he knows exactly what you mean.

"don't worry, baby. i'm close." he says, feeling you flutter around him.

logan's gaze stays locked on where the two of you are connected, watching him slide in and out of you. almost drooling at the image of his cock in your stomach.

within minutes, you're soaking his cock like you did his fingers. slick landing all over logan's sculpted torso. your fingers gather some before bringing them to his lips, letting him lick them clean.

a loud animalistic growl signals his release, painting your walls again for the second time tonight.

both of you lay stuck together. neither ready to let go of each other just yet. on the floor, you notice something light blue peaking out of the back pocket of his discarded jeans.

"so that's where my panties went?" you giggle, capturing logan's attention.

"yeah..." his voice raspy and deeper than usual. "sorry 'bout that, sweetheart."

"it's okay." you reply. "but next time that you get these 'cravings', come to me and i'll help y–"

logan cuts you off on with the rock of his hips and the wet slosh of your ruined cunt. before you can even moan, he's grabbed your white panties next to you and shoves them in your mouth.

fuck, he should've come to you sooner.

– tags: @hazydespair @itsmemuffy @wolvndmouth @nightingale-slayer @melday0105 @collector-of-furby-furs @solistarrs @atomicmystery @milfsarefineashell @ohfourgotten @keerygal @shewolverinesworld @tezooks @spookysquids @llorentezete @actuallybridgetjones @planetxella @silversprings-mp3 @coocoocachewgotscrewed @lethallyprotected @laweona150 @sturnsvoid @emoevanafton @slowlikehoneyyy @ginnylupin @omnivirgo @shiv-r @buckyssugarchick @ayamenimthiriel @balariie @ssloveslogan @stabbedfawn @dxddyspup @leggomiegg0

[reginyani]

Wet Dreams | s.reid x fem!reader

summary: Spencer decides to call it a day and head to bed, where he has a vivid wet dream of one of his female coworkers at the BAU.

cw: 18+, mdni, nsfw, dom!reader, sub!spencer, fem!bau!reader, oral sex, blowjob, reader swallows, use of Y/N, wet dreams

wc: 1174

authors note: sorry for the inactivity on my account! decided to pay back for that with some spencer smut;) enjoy! if you did, like and reblog!

It was an ordinary night, or so Spencer thought. The hum of the lights in his apartment, the soft tick of the clock on the wall, and the familiar weight of the blanket wrapped around his lower body. Yet something was still different.

 

When he closed his eyes, the world around him slowly started to drift away into an even deeper atmosphere.

 

It started like any other dream he has had—disjointed, unclear—but soon it shifted, warped. He found himself still lying down, leaning up on his bed. The room was dimly lit, and the air was thick with unfamiliar tension. The walls were dark, shadowed, as though the room itself was alive and shifting with every passing second.

 

Before he could process what was happening, the sound of footsteps echoed through the space. He looked up from his covers and found you standing in the doorway of the bedroom.

 

It was you, his BAU co-worker. Unlike anyone he had ever seen, a vision so striking he forgot how to breathe for a second. Your eyes glowed deeply in the low light, and your presence radiated an intense, magnetic pull. You weren't just beautiful; you were something otherworldly. It was odd; he had never noticed it before. As you stepped closer, Spencer's heart skipped a beat.

 

"What are you... doing here?" He asked, his voice hoarse, as if his body were betraying him. It was unable to comply with his usual levelheadedness.

 

"What do you mean, silly? I've been here," you said, continuing to walk over to the edge of his bed.

 

"I—uh..." He's at a loss for words, raising an eyebrow as he watches your body sway side to side as your footsteps make noise against the wood floor.

 

Once you finally make it to his bed, you crawl onto it, on all fours, making your way up his body. You smirk, looking into his big brown eyes. You snatch the blanket off, throwing it somewhere to find some other time.

 

"I can give you exactly what you need, Spencer," you said, your voice soft and melodic, your words carefully crafted to seduce him. It made his pulse race, a sudden heat rising in his chest that he couldn't explain.

 

"Need?" He gulped, sitting up straighter as your body towered over his, his brain trying to catch up with the situation. "I don't... I don't understand," his sad brown puppy eyes staring into your glowing ones in confusion.

 

You leaned in, your face mere inches from his, your breath warm against his skin. "I'm what you need in this exact moment," you whispered. "A way to... release tension, free you from the weight of your thoughts. You think so much, analyzing everything, but sometimes... you need to have an escape."

 

His chest tightened at the suggestion, his mind racing with undignified thoughts. There was something about your presence that made it impossible for him to think straight. It was as if you knew every part of him, every desire, every worry he buried deep inside himself.

 

"You don't have to think anything," you murmured, your fingers brushing over the waistband of his pajama pants. "Just feel."

 

Spencer's breath hitched as he looked down at your hand. He always prided himself on his control, but here, in this strange dream, that control seemed to slip through his fingers. His mind screamed to not allow this to happen, but his body betrayed him as he let out a whimper in anticipation.

 

You smiled at his inner conflict, his whimper music to your ears. "You don't have to fight it," you continued to whisper to him, seductively. "Do you want this, Spencer?" you finally ask.

 

He looks back up at you before finally nodding his head. "...Yes."

 

You grin, quickly pulling down his pajama pants and boxers all at once. His cock sprung out, already hard. He looks away from the scene, closing his eyes in embarrassment.

 

"Don't be embarrassed, baby. It's just me," you say, reassuring him and his doubts about this. Although there was no turning back now.

 

You look back down to his throbbing member, taking it in your hand and stroking it slowly. He turns his head back over, his mouth opening as a low groan escapes his lips.

 

"Oh... oh." he let out, throwing his head back in pleasure. You looked up to see his messy brown curls fall from his slightly wet forehead, his image more beautiful than ever.

Pathetic. It turned you on.

You finally lean your head down, taking it in your mouth slowly, your lips gliding over him as your hand worked the rest that couldn't fit into your mouth. Your tongue began to swirl and flick against the tip, feeling the smooth surface in your mouth.

 

Spencer couldn't hold back anymore. His hands flung to your head, gripping your hair, and he pushed your head further, allowing his cock to be fully pushed into your mouth. He holds your hair back as you begin to bob your head up and down, gagging as his cock hits the back of your throat.

 

Spencer's legs began to shake slightly, moaning loudly. His shame wasn't apparent anymore, as he allowed himself to guide your head on his length, beginning to thrust his hips unwillingly.

 

"Fuck... Just like that." He continues to thrust, this time in a steady rhythm, sliding in and out of your mouth with a swishing sound. Your lips gripped around his cock, driving him closer to release. "God, Y/N. You're so... talented."

 

You look up at him, your eyes locking with his, filled with lust and desire. All his problems seemed to fade away, nothing on his mind but the feeling of your lips clenching against his cock. You moan slightly, sending vibrations up his length, making him stutter out a whimper.

 

"I'm... I'm close..." he warned, his voice low but filled with pleasure as you worked your mouth on him.

 

Suddenly, a loud whine escaped his mouth, his legs heavily shaking uncontrollably. He clutched the sheets, his knuckles turning white as a warm liquid began to fill your mouth.

 

You swallowed.

 

You slide your mouth off his cock with a loud pop, sitting upward as you gaze at his face.

 

"You did so well, baby." You cooed, praising him as you brushed a strand of his hair behind his ear. He sighed softly, his arms shaking as he struggled to keep his body up. "I'm glad I could help you escape, even if it wasn't real."

 

That was the last thing you said before his eyes opened, breathing heavily as he sat up in his bed. The remnants of the dream lingered in the edges of Spencer's mind. It had been so vivid, so real—the kind of dream where every detail felt significant. Spencer rubbed his temples, pulling fragments of the haze, but the more he thought about it, the further it seemed to fade away.

 

How was he gonna act when he saw you at work? He flipped his sheets off his hot body, then looked down at his pajama pants.

 

Fuck.

 

Is all he thought as he looked down at the wet splotch on his crotch.

 

 

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[septembersghost]

patrick stump. sir. honey bunny. what did you put in these melodies what siren power is in your voice we need to TALK. plus the instrumentation the arrangements the intricacies the contrasts happening between the raw lyrical emotion and the soaring layered sounds here...the more i listen to smfs the more convinced i become that it's some of their all-time best work

[crowsofdarkness]

Mask Kink. Enough said.

Russian translations will be at the end of the blurb.

18+ CW(mask kink, Masked Bucky fingering his prisoner, Stockholm Syndrome, Bucky speaking Russian because 😮‍💨)

*originally posted on my old blog*

Soldat.

His name was muffled in your hand as you bit down on the inside of my palm, trying so hard not to say it out loud. You couldn’t let him know how much you were enjoying this. Cool metal fingers pumped in and out of you, bringing you closer and closer to the edge of pure bliss.

“Takoy mokryy," Soldat praised, his voice muffled behind his mask.

Even though you spoke English, you were still fluent in Russian, along with a few other languages. It came with the territory of the job.

The room was dark, barley lit by the pale yellow light above your cot. It casted both you and Soldat in a glow, those dark eyes breaking through as they stared up at you.

It had been like this for weeks. Every night you were visited by The Winter Soldier, or as you called him Soldat. He captured you in hopes to break you down to revel who you were working for and who sent you to kill him.

Well, try to kill him anyway. No one can kill The Winter Soldier.

It only was until the other day, where your interrogations turned into something more sexual. You found yourself getting excited for his visits and both of you could feel the tension building. It all blew over when he wretched your hair back, pulling hard at the roots and you let a moan of pleasure slip that Soldat realized that these kinds of interrogations wouldn't cut it any longer.

When he showed up without his mask last night to bring you yet another trey of stale bread and oatmeal, you said fuck it and crashed your lips to his, just to see what he would do.

He kissed back with even more of a fever, nearly overpowering you to the ground.

Soldat still wouldn't let you go though.

With your wrist chained to the bed, you arched your back off the cot as best you could when he slipped another metal finger inside of your tight cunt.

"So close," you choked on a breath while looking at him between your legs.

Dark tendrils of hair covered his raven eyes as Soldat kept his masked face between your legs, almost teasing you that he wouldn't burry his tongue in your cunt with his metal fingers.

"Kto tebya poslal?" Soldat demanded to know.

You shook your head, refusing to answer but when his fingers began to slip out of you, a whine fell from your lips.

"Please," you begged him while running your free hand through his hair. "Let me cum. Please."

Now his face towered over yours and you sucked in a breath at seeing the mask up close. You wanted him to do so many things to you while he wore it. Very quickly, you cast your eyes down to his cock, which was pressing hard against the pants of his tactical uniform.

Every night you dreamed of what it felt like, what he tasted like.

"Bud' khoroshey devochkoy i skazhi mne, kto tebya poslal. Togda ya pozvolyu tebe konchit'."

With three fingers inside of you, Soldat's pace was unforgiving as he fucked your pussy without letting up. The base of your spine tingled before exploding in ecstasy, your orgasm crying out in the room.

"SHIELD sent me," your chest rose and fell as your body slumped against the bed.

Soldat made a noise behind the mask, almost a tie between a purr of satisfaction and a groan of annoyance.

"Eto moya khoroshaya devochka." Was all he said before he pulled his metal fingers from inside of you, them glistening with your arousal, and his large frame left the room.

TRANSLATIONS:

Takoy mokryy-So wet.

Kto tebya poslal?-Who sent you?

Bud' khoroshey devochkoy i skazhi mne, kto tebya poslal. Togda ya pozvolyu tebe konchit'.-Be a good girl and tell me who sent you. Then I'll let you cum.

Eto moya khoroshaya devochka-That's my good girl.

[sheep-from-rad]

Photograph (Platonic Batman x reader) (second half inched on the yan territory)

Notes: I made a joke that I wasn’t held enough as a child. Well, jokes on me because it was apparently not a joke. I'm still shit at making endings, help Merry Christmas folks <3 

Masterlist 

dividers by: @strangergraphics

“Isn’t this for newborns?” 

Bruce sat shirtless on the room’s armchair. The room didn’t exist until this week, back then it was just another one of the big guest rooms inside the mansion. From formal, vintage patterned, dark green wallpapers it changed into a soft pudding yellow (Jason’s suggestion)  and the corners are filled with soft plushies. He looked down on his shirtless self again as Alfred stood by the crib to prepare the four month old infant. Years of fighting rogues but it was the thought of holding a baby that made him nervous. 

He takes a silent pride on his body, from his back muscles to his strong arms, from bruises and scars, he wears them like an intangible medal. He thought that the media would question how a businessman like him would have such build but he was easy to conceal it with his ditzy public persona. Ladies did love it but then again holding a lady and holding a baby are two different things. 

“You might have missed their newborn days but bonding as father-baby is not too late”, Alfred explained. “Ah, skittish like your father when it was his first time holding you�� 

Bruce’s hands protectively closed around the sleeping babe. He reclines as Alfred helps lay the baby on his chest, one hand on the head and neck and the other under their bottom. Skin to skin and warm. Warm. He didn’t know an infant could produce such warmth. Is this how his father felt the first time he held him? The feeling of happiness like a small glowing bubble melting in his soul, a warm innocent light in the gloom. 

He tensed again when he felt his little baby moved, their tiny arms stretching with all their might. “Alfred I think they are —” Before he could finish his words, he found himself staring at a pair of (eye color) eyes with their little lips curled in a curious ‘o’. They can barely lift their head for a long time but keep doing so to keep the little staring contest going. “What are you doing? Are you memorizing me?” He cringed a little especially knowing that he just butchered the movie quote. The little cringing turned to a small panic when the baby’s little trembled. He braced himself for a wail but instead he was greeted by a gummy smile and a giggle. 

A giggle! Sure he missed the days of them being a newborn but they were here to witness the giggle milestone. “You think dad is stupid for quoting it wrong?” As if understanding his words, their giggles turned louder. “Master Bruce, language please.” The master of the house didn’t hear the older man nor the sound of the camera going off, capturing the moment. A picture, one of the many to cherish in the later years. 

✮⋆˙(alternate ending here because I can’t make up my mind) ✮⋆˙

Bruce found himself in the room that he hasn’t been in for years. Each step that he took was heavy as his heart, echoing regrets and apologies that needed to be said not just in words but also in actions. 

The room was empty with the exception of the barebone furnitures and thin sheet of dust. The only sign that someone once lived in the now lifeless room was a picture frame that was left behind and placed facing down. It was left behind as if mirroring how they had abandoned you. “Where has time gone?” he asked, taking a seat at the edge of the bed. He is envious of his younger self in the picture. He wished he could turn back time, hold you close and hold you tight, and reclaim the promises he had forgotten to do. Forgotten like the pictures and the memories and the wallpapers in the room. All yellowed on the edges and faded. 

The small sound from his phone snapped him from his trance, he had to compose himself before picking it up. 

“Dick?” 

“B, we found them” 

“Bring them home”

[yanderecrazysie]

A Dragon's Hoard Part 1 (Yandere! Malleus)

Title: A Dragon’s Hoard (Part 1)

Pairings: Yandere! Malleus Draconia x Reader

AU: My Fantasy AU

WARNINGS: yandere themes

Notes: Malleus's story was voted for first! (BY A LOT) So here you go!

Part 2: here

Mt. Diasomnia’s peak pierced the night sky, cutting the full moon in half. As intimidating as the impossibly tall mountain was, it symbolized hope for you. There were plenty of caves to hide in and a surrounding forest for hunting.

If any place would hide you from King Riddle’s court, it would be this mountain. After all the rules you had broken, the king of the fae would surely clip your wings permanently if you were found. You were a hunted woman so the sooner you disappeared the better.

You spread your transparent wings and took flight. The wind was strong tonight, lifting you higher and higher. The freedom of flying was intoxicating and, for a moment, you allowed yourself to forget the weight of your circumstances.

But then the memory of King Riddle’s cold stare cut through your mind, as sharp as a blade. “Rulebreaker”, he had called you in such a cold voice. You might as well be a traitor to your kind.

The mountain loomed over you as you scanned it for any sign of shelter. A sudden gust of wind caught you and threw you off course for a moment. You gasped as you realized it wasn’t the elevation making the air unpredictable, but magic.

Your wings faltered- you knew this feeling. This was ancient magic, the same used in the time of The Great Ones. Something powerful was stirring inside this mountain. Still, there was no turning back. This was your only hope.

You spotted a wide, dark mouth of a cave yawning above a set of cliffs. You folded your wings and descended towards it. As soon as you set foot inside, a series of chills ran down your spine. It was cold and the air was strangely still. You could hear the sound of dripping water and took that as a good sign.

A faint green glow, barely visible at first, pulsed from the darkness deep within the cave. Something’s here… But anything was better than the fae court finding you, so you pressed on despite the fear rising slowly within you.

You stopped walking suddenly, your heart stopping altogether. A tall figure emerged from the shadows, two glowing, emerald eyes locked on you, piercing through the darkness and causing an otherworldly glow.

“You trespass upon my mountain,” the figure’s deep voice rumbled like thunder.

He stepped into full view and you gasped. He was much taller than you, draped in dark robes, with black horns that rose from his head like a crown.

A dragon in humanoid form!

You couldn’t move, couldn’t say anything, couldn’t breathe. 

A knowing smile curled on his lips, “What have we here? A little fae, wandering into my domain?”

You opened your mouth to speak- to apologize maybe- but no words came out. He began to close the distance between you.

“Tell me,” he said as he drew close, “What brings a rulebreaker to my mountain?”

You flinched like you’d been slapped, “How did you-”

“I know many things,” he hummed.

You stumbled backwards, trying to get away from his approaching form, your wings twitching as if you were about to take flight. But for some reason, you couldn’t move.

He raised a hand and a ribbon of green magic slithered towards you, curling around your wrist like a snake. “You don’t need to be afraid. I will not harm you. On the contrary…” his voice was like silk, “I offer you my protection.”

“Protection?” Stunned, you stopped trying to back away.

“Yes,” he stepped closer until you were forced to look up, “In exchange for something small.”

“What is it?” you asked, voice trembling.

“Companionship.”

You tilted your head in confusion, staring at the mysterious man. Companionship? Is he serious?

“You are hunted, are you not?” he asked, “King Riddle’s court will find you eventually. Unless, of course, you accept my offer.”

You hesitated, looking down at your hand, which was encircled with green magic, “What is this for, then?”

“Proof of our agreement,” he replied, “If you agree, I will mark your wrist with the symbol of a promise.”

“I…” This mysterious stranger had ancient magic, perhaps the only thing that would keep you from being taken in to King Riddle and losing your wings. If companionship was all you had to offer… “I agree.”

There was a sudden pain on the back of your hand and you cried out in pain. The green magic tendril retracted and a strange green symbol was left glowing faintly on the back of your hand. It reminded you faintly of a dragon.

“It is done,” he said simply, “You are now under my protection. None shall harm you.”

“And what does this companionship… entail?” you asked.

A faint smile tugged on his lips, “It is simple- you stay with me, here on Mt. Diasomnia. You speak with me on a daily basis and you do not leave without my consent.”

Your wings fluttered instinctively at the last part, but you nodded. It was a fair trade- if anything, you were getting the better end of the deal.

“You may call me Malleus,” he said, inclining his head, “I am the Dragon Prince.”

“I’m…” Giving your name to someone with such powerful magic was dangerous, but you couldn’t hide it forever, “(Y/n).”

“A fine name,” Malleus said. He gestured deeper in the cave, “Come. I will show you to your quarters. You must be tired from your flight.”

You hesitated, glancing back toward the cave’s entrance. It was almost as dark as the inside of the cave. What was waiting for you, if you were to change your mind? Endless rules? The promise of clipped wings?

With a deep breath, you turned away and followed Malleus deeper into the cave. Somehow, the cave grew warmer the deeper you went. Green crystals jutted out of the walls, casting magical light over the two of you and vibrating your wings with energy.

“This is my sanctuary,” Malleus told you, “Few have set foot here. Consider it an honor.”

The cave opened into a massive chamber with stone walls lined with shelves. Ancient artifacts gleamed under the green light, most of which you’d never seen before. But what was truly amazing was the hoard. Piles of golden coins and gemstones reached towards the ceiling. Silver cups and golden crowns and all sorts of treasure littered the area around a huge, golden throne.

A smaller alcove off to the side held a simple white bed. “That will be your space,” Malleus said, “You will find it comfortable.”

“Thanks…” you said softly. You looked back at the gold towers and watched them shimmer in the green light.

“All dragons have a hoard, little one,” Malleus said. Something about the way he said it made you shiver. His tone softened as he continued, “Sleep now, I won’t keep you from your rest. We will speak more in the morning.”

You hesitated for a long moment, watching him return to his throne, before finally retreating to the alcove. The bed was indeed comfy and, overwhelmed by the day’s events, you fell asleep quickly.

Even with the pain on the back of your hand.