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[amunyan]

Just a small misunderstanding

I’m back with a another little fanfiction :D hakubandoo inspired this one ☺️🤗

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Drops of sweat trickle down your face. It's not just from the strenuous training; At the moment you're fighting Leopold one-on-one, like so often.  

Unconcentrated, you try to evade his clumsy attacks. The emphasis here is on "trying". Because the youngest of the Vermillion siblings is hitting you unusually often today...

"Hey, (Y/N)! What's wrong? You used to dodge so easily?"

You don't react to Leo's words. They don't even reach you. They echo, as if you are far away. Muffled, as if you are under water, in the middle of a wave of thoughts that holds you tight.

"What the hell have I done?" You ask yourself. "Was it really so smart asking her for a private meeting after training?"

"Come on," he literally begs you. “If you carry on like this, we both are going to be punished by my sister.”

"What could she want from me? And why was she so nervous?" Unlike usual, Leo's older sister is pacing restlessly through the ranks of the Order's training knights, like a lion in a cage. On any other day, Mereoleona was extremely alert. She notices any imperfections in the execution of attacks and techniques. Whenever she sees a mistake, her attention was to 100% on that person. Some would call it passionate, when she would start with her loud, fierce and direct manner, calling the person a wimp or a weakling, unable to fight. But most of the knights don't see her in this way...

But today? She walks through the rows, restless and tense herself. Her face is set in a grim expression that demands respect from everyone.  Maybe that's why most of them made an extra effort and didn't want to attract negative attention. But the female Leader of the squad just walks past them all, impassively.

"Why would (Y/N) want to talk to me?" That was the one nagging question in her head. She still has the scene in her mind's eye;

"Captain Mereoleona... Could we… talk today after the training? Maybe? But only if you have time an… if you don’t mind a all. I… I... I have something important to tell you..."

"Something important?" Mereo broods further, letting out a soft sigh as she runs a hand through her wild red curls. The woman known as the Undefeated Lioness was able to read the mana of others. She could sense the slightest change in mood just by analysing their mana. A useful skill in battle. But she was never really able to read the intent or even the feelings behind it.

It was as if she was sometimes reading an open book whose words she couldn't understand or interpret properly.

"Does she mean to complain? Is the training too hard?" Mereo paused briefly. She had resigned herself to always being the brutal and scary one. The one no one wanted anything to do with. Fearing her powers... So the fact that she could hardly inspire anything but fear in people was nothing new to her. But with you? There was no way Mereo wanted you to see her like that. "Although she is so small and petite, she keeps up well. What she lacks in physical strength, she makes up for in speed and technique. “ It was your wild, often untamed water magic, like a thundering waterfall, that impressed her. But also this gentle, almost mysterious side of your magic. Very different. Very calm. Sometimes it can be quiet and still. Like a crystal clear lake in the moonlight.

With another sigh, adding to the uncertainty of the knights, Mereoleona stops and glances over to you.

 

Your magic has turned against you after a failed attack. And now you find yourself sitting on the floor, soaking wet. Leo next to you - ready to roll over and die of laughter at any moment.

Annoyed, you blow air through your nose and wipe away the wet hair that hangs in front of your face like a curtain of seaweed. A few heartbeats later, your eyes meet Mereoleona's.

 

Fuegoleon follows his older sister's eyes with a bad premonition.

He had watched you and her small talk just before the training. Something wasn't right. Nothing at all. Especially when he remembers the last few weeks. How close Mereo had been to you.

"(Y/N) is so quiet and friendly that she probably doesn't dare stand up to my sister on her own. Especially since she's still officially Captain at the moment. Damn..."

He also remembers the sight of you, as you talked to Mereoleona. The nervous kneading of your hands. The thin, almost inaudible and trembling voice. For Fuegoleon, there was only one logical conclusion: You were going to complain to Mereoleona. About her indiscreet behaviour, but you just don't know how to go about it.

The young leader of the order clenched his hands with determination. "I must help her! She doesn't stand a chance against my sister alone."

The training was tiring. Exhausted, you wipe the sweat from your forhead with the back of your hand before giving Leo the usual high five to say goodbye.

As the training ground begins to empty, you stop and look down at yourself. “Still wet and dirty as well…”, you have to admit. For a moment, you consider to abandon your plan. As horrible and also stinky as you are at the moment, you don't want to say those important words to Mereoleona. A deep sigh escapes your lips as you hear footsteps approaching.

"(Y/N)?"

You look up: "Fuegoleon? What's up?"

With a gentle smile, he looks at you and asks if he should accompany you.

"Accompany me?" You look at him questioningly. Turn around to make sure he means you and not someone else. You even point your finger at yourself and look at him forcefully, questioningly. He nods. 

"Why? Where to?" Confused, you look at him. He's still giving you a friendly smile, but under the circumstances it seems almost intrusive.

"Well, you wanted to talk to my sister, if I understood you correctly. I know how unapproachable and sometimes frightening she can be. That's why I want to help you."

"Was he listening?", you ask yourself and as soon as you realise, your eyes widen in disbelieve. "Not good. He got the wrong idea..." With a snap, you raise your hands in defence. "It's all right," you stammer quickly. "I... I'll be fine."

“Fuegoleon is nice and friendly... Yes... But totally inappropriate right now," you shout to yourself in your head. "How can I politely tell him that I want to be alone with Mereoleona?"

At the very same moment you hear a familiar voice: "So this is where you are..."

You open your mouth to answer in the affirmative, but Fuegoleon is quicker: "Not alone. I'm here to back her up."

Mereoleona had approached you and is now standing in front of you two with her arms on her hips. Her eyes wander critically from you to her brother. "Am I disturbing you? (Y/N), I thought you wanted to talk to me."

"What?" It slips out of your mouth.

Mereoleona raises her eyebrows before crossing her arms: "So, what do you have to tell me that's so important, that you need his support? Are you going to complain and now you've got your pants already full?" Her expression darkens more with every moment of silence.

But you can't get a sound out. Her gloomy look, Fuegolen's encouraging smile, who has misunderstood the whole situation...

You swallow deeply and open your mouth. But the words, the words you've been thinking about for so long, don't come out. You can only hear your own heart hammering in your chest. Louder and louder.. The leaden silence around you and the pressure on you become more and more intense. The moments feel like an eternity.

"Wait!"

But then: "Pah," says Mereoleona, annoyed. "This is too stupid for me. You two can play kindergarten alone."

As she turns on her heel, your rigidity loosens. You take a big step, reach out and grab her wrist. Your gaze, bright red, wanders to the ground. You can't even look at her right now. You're too afraid of a disapproving look.

"I... I don't know what your brother is doing here, but..." Your heart pounds harder against your chest. "And  I... I know we're both women. That I probably don't fall into your pattern of prey at all. But still…" You bite your lower lip before summoning the courage to look her in the eye. Your grip on her wrist tightens. But Mereo doesn't seem to care. Her watery blue eyes look at you curiously and a knowing grin appears on her lips.

"I... I've fallen in love with you," you blurt out.

"Please, what?!" Fuegoleon, who can't believe his ears, takes a step back. He shakes his head in disbelief. He glances hastily between you and his sister. But his eyes remain fixed on Mereo. Uncertain and demanding at the same time.

She now began to grin. Her pointed canine tooth flashed: "Oho... What do you say to that?"

You swallow and an uncomfortable silence slowly threatens to settle over you. Your eyes dart restlessly back and forth. You keep biting your lower lip, unsure how to interpret her look and especially her statement.

"Well... I'm sorry if I upset you, Mereoleona... I mean, Captain Mereoleona." You correct yourself, stammering, because you don't have very high hopes.

"Wait, wait!" her brother raises his hands in defence. "So my sister doesn't annoy you, (Y/N)?" he asks, looking at you. "You won't complain or... something like that?"

Slowly, with your eyes back on the ground, you shake your head. "The training may be hard, yes. And Mereoleona seems very frightening at the beginning, especially when she screamed at us at the festival a while ago, when she official took over the order for you. But..." You look at Mereo again. "I've been watching you for a while now. You, too, have that softer side. A hidden but caring side." A smile flits across your lips and your cheeks begin to glow. "That side of you... I'd like to get to know better. Even though you're known everywhere as the fierce, extremely strong - or the undefeated, uncrowned lioness, in my opinion, that's only one part of you. There is much more.”

With a gentle but firm grip, Mereoleona now releases your hands from her wrist. “The little lion cub can read me better than I can read her”, she thinks to herself, not taking her eyes off you, as she counties with a grin on her lips. “I didn't think you had that much guts," she grabs your hand to pull you closer. "But... can you take the heat?"

Her face comes closer to yours. You can feel her breath warm against your skin, her firey scent. But you can also hear her heart beating fast as her mana gets nervous.

In an instant, she closes the distance between you with a passionate kiss.  At first you are completely surprised. Taken by the moment, you close your eyes. Trying not to think about it - your brain would not be able to process it anyway - you feel.

As Mereo let go of your hand to pull you into a warm, intense embrace, her fingers finding their way down your back to your hips, you let your hands rest on her shoulders. The question of whether she was just playing with you is erased the moment she starts biting your lower lip. Needy. Wanting more. Just as she has been suppressing these feelings herself for some time now. A soft moan leaves your mouth as you open it to give her access. As her tongue caresses yours, your fingertips dig deeper into her skin.

Sinking into that feeling. Sinking into this passionate kiss that you never really expected.

As you slowly open your eyes and take a deep, nervous breath, you notice that Mereoleona's cheeks are also slightly flushed. But not nearly as bright as yours.

"You're quite a challenge," you whisper breathlessly against her lips. "But... If you are willing... I will take it."

"Don't worry too much. I thought your element was water anyway..."

"Yes, it is." You reply, not knowing what she means.

But she continues: "You can't get close enough to burn yourself. Not only because I will make sure not to hurt you." She touches a lock of hair behind your ear. "You really surprise me. I thought you were just a cute little lion. Fast and very good with fighting techniques, but also very quiet. So to see that you have the courage to confess your feelings for me, even in front of my brother, is a big surprise, igniting the desire for more..." She comes closer and looks into your deep, dark eyes, like an unfathomable ocean.

"So show me more of your mysterious and brave side..."

She leans in for another kiss, to place her lips on your still red, flushed cheeks.

What's going on here?" Perplexed, Fuegeoleon looks back and forth between you and his sister. "I thought (Y/N) was going to complain that Mereoleona's training methods are far too hard for her." He pauses for a moment to look at you. "And now this? This passionate kiss." The blush crept up his face more and more. He shook his head in disbelief and slowly but surely put his hands to his face. He couldn't and didn't want to see you and Mereoleona exchanging caresses. The gentle banter and the unusually soft side of his usually brutal sister was too much for him.

As a red rinse slowly finds its way out of Fuegoleon's nostrils and the flush gives way to a ghostly white, all life is slowly drained from the young leader.

[ivoryghostyy]

「 image, not mine. sourced from pinterest. 」

「 note: previously known as "love bite" and this is the actual revamp of the oneshot. "destined pair" feels too different from the original, so here's something closer. have fun. ^^ 」

「 tw: possessive, mentions of blood, non-consensual biting, non-consensual drinking of blood, slightly suggestive?, implications of stalking, violence — read with caution, i guess. 」

a dark chuckle reverberates through the winding hallways, filling you with a sinking sense of dread.

"come now, you can't hide from me. while i do enjoy this little game of chase, i'm beginning to lose my patience."

you do your best to calm the erratic pace of your heart, but the pressure is getting to you. you're bleeding out, for god's sake. for all you knew, you wouldn't make it out of this alive.

'how comforting,' you thought, as you basked in your own bitter notions. your mind blanks, however, when you finally notice the footsteps resounding nearby.

they're quiet—you barely heard them—but they're close.

dangerously close.

your first mistake was exposing yourself so soon. it was meant to be a quick mission: locate the target and take him down. but he had noticed you too early—almost instantly, as if he knew the whole time.

that should have been enough of a reason for you to back out, as even the slightest risk could lead to your death. you're dealing with vampires, after all.

yet, absurdly, you continued on.

why? somehow, you didn't know either. 'could be the alcohol. or perhaps, there was something bigger at play here. regardless, you kept your pace, staying at a distance and waiting for an opportunity to strike.

which, to be honest, took a lot longer than you expected. if only you could simply kill the witnesses, too.

he was a social butterfly, easily getting along with every person he conversed with. but then again, why wouldn't he? he manages a large organization, after all. with a handsome grin, he knocked everyone's guards down, leaving them completely vulnerable to his charms.

he's beautiful, you'll give him that.

after a while, he excuses himself, and you tail after him. as an experienced hunter, you've learned to mask your presence; to hide within the shadows cast beneath the soft moonlight.

it was going smoothly.

until it wasn't.

he stopped, turning his head to meet your alarmed gaze. it was brief, but it was enough for you to know: he knew you were there.

ruh-roh raggy.

you knew that playing ignorant wouldn't work on him. you've read his files—despite them highly lacking in details. he does a good job of keeping his information confidential—it's practically part of his job to find out if someone's lying or not!

seduction? he may be hot, but really, all you want to do right now is go to sleep. you are not getting laid tonight. really?

'alright, plan C it is.'

you booked it.

cursing under your breath, you ignore the painful ache of your poor feet. you'll be fine, probably. this isn't your first rodeo. for the record, you've once managed to escape with a broken leg, a stab wound, and a splitting headache. this should be easy! don't be so complacent, dear. plot armour can only do so much.

his looming figure casts a shadow over your guarded frame.

"there you are."

you're stuck. trapped between two unwavering arms as he grinned cheekily at you. his eyes are dilated, and he looks almost.. intoxicated.

"i warned you, didn't i? you can't hide from me, fawn."

fawn.

what a stupid nickname. you sneer.

"i'm impressed, really. not many can land a hit on me."

he refers to the healing cut on his chest, the wound beginning to weave itself back together.

righr now, you couldn't do much. with a bleeding gash running from along your hips, you're basically screwed. your hand clutches the wound, blood trickling through your palm as you struggle to apply enough force to your trembling hand.

god, you feel so weak. his eyes pull you into a trance-like state, and you're barely able to hold yourself together. he leans down with an angelic curl to his lips, reaching up to stroke your cheek.

"how cute. 'still resisting, dear? my, you're quite stubborn."

you grumble under your breath. unfortunately for you, he hears it. glowing optics bore right into you, and for a moment, you thought he'd kill you right then and there.

to your surprise, however, he simply chuckles. you release a breath of relief, shivering from the hot puff of air that brushes your neck.

then you wheeze; a pained gasp fumbling out of your lips as he slams you against the wall. a rough hand curls around your throat, sharp nails poking your skin—that should be enough of a warning to keep you still.

"now," your eyes trail to the side as you shift;

but he moves in, lips only an inch away from yours.

"ah-ah, what are you looking at, fawn? i don't want your attention straying. your gaze is meant only for me."

"shut up, you i-insufferable-" you cough, lightly gasping when the grip on your throat tightens.

"-oversized mosquito!"

…

goddamn it-

"pfft-"

his eyes crinkle as he laughs, and you're completely stunned; mesmerized by how genuine he sounds. seriously, has this guy considered making asmr videos?

"oversized mosquito? is that supposed to be an insult?"

his grip loosens for a moment, but he regains his composure before you can make a move. fuck vampires and their inhuman speed.

"i quite like you. you've always been an entertaining little fawn." he pauses, a thoughtful look crossing his handsome features before he smirks. "i've decided, i'll be keeping you." it shouldn't be a problem. you've always been his.

he smiles, but his eyes are dimly lit, glinting ominously.

"what!? no-" he interrupts you, a sharpened nail digging into the skin of your neck, drawing a few drops of blood.

"i don't think you heard me. see,"

he guides you impossibly closer. his lips now only mere centimetres away from yours. his thumb trails along your jaw as the other wanders up the skin of your thigh, landing on the small of your back. his touch leaves a trail of heat, a shiver crawling up your spine.

"i wasn't asking, fawn."

and in the next moment, you're pinned against the wall. he leans his weight against you, pulling your hands behind your back. his fangs graze your neck, and you can feel your heart beating frantically.

"i'll have you, even if i have to break you in the process."

the dread settles in, and for the first time in years, you're filled with pure, unadulterated fear.

"shh, don't worry, dear. the pain is only for a moment."

you're scared. he's going to bite you. he's going to bite you. as a last-ditch attempt, you move to stun him.

"stay still."

he's quicker.

fangs sink into your skin, and you whimper at the pain. the feeling of your blood being drained, of the unbearable sting of his fangs in your neck, you almost cry from the agonizing discomfort.

but this isn't what you fear the most. no, this doesn't even come close. you're not scared of pain; half your life was spent with pain playing the role of a clingy lover.

what you fear.. is what comes next.

pleasure.

you can't succumb to it. you can't! you can still take him down with what little strength you have left. you need to resist-

his fanks sink deeper, lulling the ache away and replacing it with a heated embrace. your tense muscles relax, and you stifle a guttural moan at the growing heat in your abdomen.

your instincts fight against the sedative effects, still trying to pull you out from drowning in pleasure.

wake up, goddamn it! he'll kill you!

breathing heavily, you once again struggle against his hold, forcing yourself to shove him off.

his jaw clenches, and you flinch. his hand pulls you closer, pressing against your stomach, causing a wave of heat to course through your trembling frame.

you feel so sensitive; almost like you're drunk on aphrodisiac.

as all fight leaves you, an open moan flittering through your lips. your eyebrows furrow. you don't feel the need to resist anymore.

why would you? you're safe with him. he is all you need.

your limbs grow heavy. why're you so tired? you groan, leaning your head back as he moves away. your wobbly legs can barely hold you up, so he takes the liberty of pulling you into his arms.

he grins in content, licking off the stray blood on your neck. you shiver, clutching the fabric of his clothes. 'you're so adorable. all vulnerable and dazed in his hold,' he muses to himself. you're disoriented, unable to think clearly as you nuzzle into his chest.

"look at you, darling. safe and warm, right here with me."

he'll make sure to take care of you. he's not just watching from afar anymore; now, you're finally in his arms.

'finally, mine.'

[adamstanheightsleftshoulder]

go on, roll your eyes || adam stanheight

SMUT!!!!! (minors dni tq)

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this is my first time um ever writing smut for public consumption so i would love to start off by saying i do not know what i am doing! eye yam raw dogging this <3

id also love 2 say ily 4ever hot girls love saw discord server for literally inspiring this whole thing,, enjoy spotting things we said in chat :3

Adam’s main goal is to make your eyes look directly into the back of your own head - conveniently, this is one of the things he does best. He barely has to try.

Doesn’t stop him from always giving it his all, though.

And he loves it. Loves it. 

Loves the way you lose yourself, the way your head falls back and you say his name like it’s the only part of reality your brain has held onto.

It happens when you’re at the mall - and God only knows why you’re even there, neither of you particularly like the mall - as he watches you in the afternoon sun from the skylight above. Watches you like you’re his world.

For all intents and purposes, it’s been a perfectly normal and sweet afternoon. 

“I’m just saying this mall wouldn’t have the reputation it does if anybody cleaned up after themselves,” You say, leaning on the food court table, “I mean look at that guy- five bucks says he gets up and leaves everything right where it is,”

“I’m not taking that bet, we both know you’re right,” Adam laughs and presses a kiss to your cheek, gentle smile on his face. 

You watch as the aforementioned guy stands up from where he was eating, wipes his hands on his pants, and abandons everything on his table - six steps away from a bin.

Time seems to slow down for Adam as you roll your eyes at the sight. His eyes glaze over - you, tangled in the sheets, twitching, on cloud 9. He feels like he’s there now, buried deep in you, filling you up, his teeth sinking into your collarbone and your nails in his back. 

His smile drops, his heart flutters, and… oh, there goes a rush of blood. How strange, such an innocuous motion can cause Adam to just about see stars.

“What’s up with you?” You ask, confused smile on your face. He doesn’t budge. He’s white knuckled, gripping the table. “Seriously, Adam, what’s going-“

But you recognise that look in his eyes. You know the way his breath stutters. 

Adam is falling apart. There is a tent growing under that table.

Suddenly a warm, trembling hand is on your wrist and you’re being dragged away from the table, leaving everything behind (and becoming the same as the person you were just mocking).

Before you really even register you’ve left the food court and entered somewhere else, your back is against a cool tiled wall and he’s pressed against you like he’s trying to crush you.

“God, you get me so worked up, you don’t even have to try,” His voice is a low rumble, halfway between a growl and a desperate plea.

“You can’t be serious,” You whisper into his ear as he kisses down your neck, “From one little eye roll?”

Suddenly his hand is on your face, gentle but firm, holding you in place so you have to maintain eye contact.

He can read it in your eyes, you’re no good at hiding it, not from him. He’s got you wrapped around his finger by now. You want him BAD.

He smirks, drinking in the sight of you like this. He hasn’t even touched you yet.

“If that’s all you think you did, then go on,” He challenges, and as he presses himself somehow even closer to you you can feel just how rock hard he is, “Roll your eyes,”

“Make me,” You bite back, and Adam just grins.

“Oh, I intend to,”

He doesn’t give you a chance to reply. He kisses you feverishly, like he’s on death row. His left hand stays on your face and his right drifts to your hip, his fingers digging into the flesh so hard he can feel the bone under his thumb. He presses one knee in the space between your legs.

You whimper into his mouth and he groans. He knows exactly what this mix of pain and pleasure does to you. He knows that he’s ripping you into ruin.

Adam then drops to his knees, like this bathroom stall is Church and you are holy. 

His eyes are wide and pleading, he looks almost hungry, like he’s been in the desert for a thousand years and you are a blessed mirage.

He looks at you like he’s going to eat you whole. In a way he is.

Adam raises his eyebrows for a second, just a twitch, as if to ask if you’re sure you want him doing this. You nod with vigour. How could you not want this? Adam and his perfect lips…

Your head falls back as he unzips your jeans, yanks them down with the gusto of someone who’s been waiting to unwrap their present for years. 

Your hand finds his hair. He lets a pathetic little groan fall from his lips in response - it gets louder when your nails graze his scalp. 

“God, look at you. Fucking barely holding it together,” He quips, kissing up your thighs, “Eager little whore,”

You try to speak, try to banter back; tell him he’s being mean. He swings one of your legs over his shoulder before you can, and he takes the words out of your mouth as he teases his fingers under the very edge of your underwear. He laughs low in his throat as your hips roll against nothing. He wants you so bad he could tear you to shreds about it. 

“Use your words,” He breathes, “C’mon, baby. You’re not that far gone yet, talk to me,”

“Please,” Whispered like a prayer, “Please, God, Adam- Please,”

“Good enough,” 

He tucks your underwear out of the way with one hand, his breath makes you quiver just a little as it hits your sensitive skin. 

“Needy slut,” 

One hand firmly gripping your thigh and the other allowing him access, Adam kisses along the very very sensitive inside of your thigh, until he reaches right beside the dripping wet, wanton hole that belonged, truly, to him. 

Oh, yes. Adam wants you to see stars. Adam wants you to walk out of here on legs made of jelly. Adam wants to make those eyes roll.

He presses his tongue flat against that bundle of nerves he knows how to find so well, and you cry out in a strangled voice - “Adam!”. He flicks his tongue and you twitch. 

Adam has never been this hard in his LIFE. His jeans are suddenly a prison. But he has to take care of you first, he has to make the risk of a public bathroom worth it. 

“God you taste perfect, baby,” He whispers, and then his tongue is right back where it was a second ago. 

There’s little gentleness involved. It’s like he’s trying to find a way to say he loves you, but the only way he can is through devouring. 

His tongue is harsh in its flicking, in how he focuses hard on your already sensitive clit, the way his nose gets pressed against you makes you worry he might hurt himself - but there’s no sign of him stopping. If anything he’s getting worse. 

Every noise you make eggs him on. Tentatively at first, he presses one long finger inside of you. When your back arches off the tile, you feel the way he moans, before he pulls the first one out only to add a second finger.

He’s like clockwork. You manage to find the will to look down again, to find he’s closed his eyes, focussed. 

He curls a finger inside of you, and you’re ashamed to admit how close you are to coming undone already. You don’t have to admit it though, Adam knows. He can feel you clenching around him, and if he had the brains right now to do it he might just laugh at how desperate you are. 

His fingers pound now, setting a pace that is quick and even but rough. Adam needs you. Adam could cum in his jeans right now from the way you squirm on his fingers alone. 

You rock back and forth against his face and he just about loses his mind. HIS eyes are in danger of rolling back. He eats you out like a man starved, like he’s begging for more despite being the one in control. 

It takes you over before you realise you’ve reached that point - no warning, and you’re jerking back and forth, a twitching mess, fingernails in his scalp - and you cum. It washes over you, and you have to grab Adam’s shoulder for stability. 

If he didn’t know any better, if he didn’t know what you always wanted (more), he’d stop here. Thank God Adam knows better. 

He retracts his fingers and watches as you clench on instinct around nothing. He wipes his mouth a little, but not enough to wipe the taste away. The taste he savours, the taste he craved and craves more often than he should ever admit. 

A wreck. He’s making a wreck of you. 

He stands, letting your leg fall back to where it can try to support you. 

You practically fall into his firm chest, and he chuckles down at you. 

“Good, hm?” He asks, as if he’s not sure, “You terrible thing,” 

You can only hum in response, half sex-drunk, clinging onto him for dear life. 

“Can’t get enough, can you?” 

He’s teasing you? This is his fault! That asshole-

You whimper again, and he comes undone. 

“Fine,” He concedes, making quick work of his own jeans, “Ready?”

You in fact started to nod before he’d even finished saying ‘ready. 

And then, bliss - you feel him start to line his thick cock up with your entrance, the very tip of the head poking just inside. 

You feel like you could gush just at that contact. 

He kisses you quickly as he presses himself in, catching the cry of pleasure and surprise that you let out between his lips. He groans, deep in his throat - a deeply, deeply satisfied sound. Adam’s been waiting so patiently. 

“Taking me so well,” his whisper fans across your face and you lose any contact with the world of words. 

Adam doesn’t wait any longer because he CAN’T. He pulls himself almost all the way out, only to slam himself back in again a second later. 

Adam fucks you like he hates your guts. Like he detests everything about you so much he has to rearrange your insides into something he can stand. 

“A-Adam,” You choke out, and if it weren’t for the hand he’s just begun to rest on your cheek, you’d forget that he loves you. The harsh feeling of his teeth in your neck, your collarbone, your shoulder… you’d be forgiven for forgetting that he’s capable of being gentle. You roll in time with the violent pace he’s set, your hips slapping together so hard you know it’ll bruise. 

“G…God,” He breathes against your now bruised neck, “You’re so good,” 

Your core tightens and you know the second orgasm is coming, quickly. You cry against him, fingers digging into his back. 

“Go on,”

It’s like it was a taught command. He tells you, you cum. 

He’s nowhere near done yet. He’s got too much in mind. He can’t stop until you’re all but faded away from that pretty little head of yours. Until you forget your own name, but remember his. 

His pace never lets up, never even pauses. You’re making sounds that are obscene, bordering on pornographic, and if Adam wasn’t so determined he’d bust right here and now.  

Your head is pressed against the tile again, crying out like an animal in heat, when his hand covers your mouth and he stops moving completely. 

A whine comes from you, unwillingly. You’d be embarrassed of the sound if you could be right now. 

“Sh, sh sh. Someone’s going past,” He whispers, pressing his sweaty forehead to your own, “Wait, baby. Don’t want to get caught, do you?”

You shake your head but your body betrays you. Adam watches, jaw dropping a little at just how fucking perfect you are as you squirm around him. He’s still fully inside, fully sheathed. He’s hitting every place in there and he’s STOCK STILL. It feels cruel, crueller when you realise how much he’s enjoying watching you suffer in the stillness. 

You whimper against his hand, and he only presses it to your face further. 

“Stay quiet,” 

There’s a threatening edge to his voice and it doesn’t take long to realise why. The thumb of the hand that’s not desperately silencing you reaches down and plays with your clit - you could explode at this point. He barely has to do much, you’re squirming so hard and he’s so close to letting go inside of you-

It seems he decides the threat to your privacy is gone, and your torture is over, as he kicks back into action like a machine again. 

He loses himself, now, it’s his turn. The most desperate sounds you’ve heard him make echo on the bathroom walls.

“God- Fuck, fuck- baby, I- Can I- Please, please, can I- I need to, I-“ He stutters against you, getting a little sloppy but no less violent in his thrusts, “Let me fill you,”

You keen and he takes it as a green light, painting your insides white with his orgasm, and your third of the day comes crashing over you as he grunts your name.

Everything gets tensed for a moment - his fingers in the skin of your face and your hip, his jaw. His head falls to your shoulder for a second. He catches his breath, slow final thrusts pushing his own spend in and back out of you. 

He looks at you now, assessing the job he did. 

“You beautiful thing,” He pants, swallowing harshly, “There they go. Those fuckin’ eyes,”

[averageludwig]

another miraculous lb art dump... this might become a usual thing unfortunately,,, I recently discovered harriel btw omg.... they r so cute.... plus psycomedian is one of my fav episodes ever its so funny (excluding the second hand embarrassment lol) I am still redesigning Gabriel designs ik ik its an addiction... I am planning on a Monarbug one too because that design has insane potential!!! like those eyes r so cool (massive sucker for red pupils in character design) okay yada yada yada I am rambling !!!! BYE and dont look at the shadow noir design for too long.. not my best design lulz

[jetcat-14]

What Drawing Program do you artists use ??????

I want to use a decent one I am new to this and I don't know what I am doing.

[missgurrl]

Hoofprints - Chapter 1

Summary: You are the live-in stable hand at Peña Ranch. What happens when the owner of the ranch’s son, Javier, comes back to town? Will you finally be able to open yourself up to love and trust after being hurt?

Word count: 1346

A/N: This is my first try at an actual fic! Kind words and constructive feedback welcome. Every like, reblog, and comment is appreciated and I am happy to add you to a taglist❤️

Read on AO3 Chapter 2

There is something so peaceful about being the first one in the barn at the start of a new day. The sun was just barely peaking over the horizon when you grabbed a bale of hay to start feeding out to the horses. You had been at this job for a little over a year now and were satisfied with your steady routine.

Two years before you landed this job, you wondered if you would ever be happy again. You felt as if your world crumbled at the snap of someone’s fingers. That someone was your ex-fiance. When he cheated on you 3 months before your wedding date, you knew you had to get away. It didn’t need to be far, but you did need a fresh start. After some much needed TLC and spending time healing from your heartbreak at your parents’ house, you found a job listing on Craigslist of all places. A stablehand was needed in a town called Laredo - about an hour from you. It was the perfect opportunity because not only would you be able to live on the property rent free, but you also could bring your dog with you. As a lifetime horse rider whose dreams had been hindered due to finances growing up, you were eager to accept the position.

You bonded with the owner of the ranch, Chucho, and felt as if you knew him your whole life. He was friendly and caring, but also had a no-nonsense attitude which you appreciated. Many days were spent in the saddle with light chit chat and laughter along Chucho. He always invited you into his home for dinner and asked if you wanted to tag along for his weekly trip to the feed store. You could sense his loneliness, probably because you were no stranger to loneliness yourself. He talked about “his boy” and how he was off “fighting the bad guys” in Colombia often. You could see how proud he was of him by the gleam in his eyes.

It had been a long day in the Texas sun. A herd of cows got out on your lunch break and Chucho was nowhere to be found, so you had to wrangle them back into their pasture by yourself. Thankfully you had your cattle dog Gizmo and trusty horse Whiskey to help, though. Once you were done with afternoon chores all you could think about was taking a cool shower to wash the sweat and grime of today’s work off you.

After your shower, you changed into a sports bra and soft athletic shorts. You left your hair wet since the only thing calling your name tonight was your ceiling fan and a new movie you picked up yesterday from Blockbuster. Tonight was the night that Chucho met with the Agricultural Society, so you turned the burner on to make a simple grilled cheese.

The sound of knocking on your door startled you since you thought you were the only one on the ranch. Gizmo barked as you made your way over to the screen door.

Standing before you was the face of a man you had never met before, but he did look oddly familiar. He was wearing a pair of aviators along with tight jeans and a pink button-up shirt. He had dark, thick hair, a mustache, and was holding a casserole dish with tinfoil over it. You audibly gulped before putting a smile on your face to greet him, hoping he didn’t notice the way you were looking at him.

“Hey, I’m Javier. My pop wanted me to bring you dinner since he has his meeting tonight” he said. He reached his free hand out to you but couldn't pull his eyes away from looking at you up and down from behind his sunglasses.

Duh. This is Javi. He’s even more handsome in person.

You gave Javier your name and thanked him for walking your dinner over to your modest guest house. He took his sunglasses off and stuck them in his shirt pocket, and you couldn’t help but notice how beautiful his dark eyes were.

“Well, enjoy your dinner” he said while shifting his balance from his heel to his toe.

“Did you eat yet?!” you blurted out before thinking.

“Uh, no I haven’t” he replied with a tilt of his head. You stepped aside to let him in and then realized what you were wearing. Feeling self-conscious, you told Javier to take a seat and that you’d be right back. You hurried to your room and scrambled to find a pale blue tank top to throw over your sports bra and threw your hair into a messy bun.

“Sorry, I wasn’t expecting company tonight or else I wouldn’t have looked like this” you said, avoiding his gaze while you grabbed two plates and utensils from your cupboard.

God, this is so awkward. Act normal!

Javier cleared his throat and said, “You’re fine. My pops wasn’t even expecting me. Called him from the airport last minute this morning for a ride,” he chuckled.

The awkwardness in the room seemed to dissipate when you both found something to talk about.

“Oh wow, I bet he was so excited to see you, though. He talks about you all the time,” you said with a smile on your face as you sat down across from him at the table.  

Javier looked up at you and grinned, “I’ve heard a lot about you too, ya know. He said that you’re a great worker and I think that he’s really enjoyed your company”.

You looked down at your plate with a smile on your face and muttered how nice of him that was to say.

The rest of the dinner consisted of you filling Javier in on all the updates at the ranch. You talked about how the old animals were doing as well as some of the new horses you got in during his absence. Javier admired how passionate you were about your work, and it was refreshing for him to see your enthusiasm about something so pure. After many years of Hell in Colombia, seeing your face light up while talking about the new colt Chucho got for you to train, “Beau”, almost made his heart swell. Yet, he still tried to ignore that feeling.

After finishing your dinner, you got up and took his plate to put in the sink.

“Sorry, I’ve totally been babbling on and on about these horses. I’m guessing you aren’t into this stuff as much as I am since you chose a different career path,” you apologized.

Javier shook his head and asked, “Why do you say that? I’m enjoying being filled in on everything I missed while I was gone.” He smiled again and you watched the way his chest was rising and falling. He just kept his eyes on you and suddenly you could feel all the blood rushing to your face. How was he making you feel this way? You acknowledged the fact that you hadn’t really had any experience with men since your dreaded ex-fiancé and chalked it up to that.

All you could manage was a giggle and a small “okay” in return.

The sun was starting to set for the night, so you mentioned how you had to be up early for chores and that you’d walk him to the door.

“It was nice meeting you, Javier. You’re welcome over anytime. I don’t get many visitors besides your dad” you chuckled and hoped that you weren’t being too forward. It would be nice to have another friend. If that friend was extremely attractive, well, that was just a plus… right?

“Javi. You can call me Javi,” he said softly. He took a deep breath before turning to the door. Looking over his shoulder he called your name and said, “Thanks for taking care of my pop while I was gone. I really appreciate it.”

“Of course,” you responded gently, “night Javi.”

You watched him walk back to the main house with a smile on your face.

Chapter 2

[kylowanderer]

Ben training with Uncle Luke XD I had to!

[ag3nsh4d]

@64albear otr vez, perdón.

Tenia que JAJSJAJD

[bunbunbon02]

"I no longer dream, only nightmares of those who died”

Howdy! I've finally had time to work on the next part of the story about my friend and I's tavs from BG3! This is part 4 and it is going to broken into smaller parts just because of how big I am planning this part to be. Hope you enjoy! WC:728 Previous part here!

Astarion rolled his eyes after Wendigo, or Nyx, walked away from them. Honestly, it was confusing trying to keep up with everything that has happened in the weeks he has traveled with Creed. He loved the display of power from the female wizard, but if this was the same woman Creed talked about in camp, he wasn’t amused. “You gotta be joking...that's the Nyx you've told me about? This—this person that you talked so highly about that would take a blade for you in battle?” Creed was so lost in his own thoughts that he didn’t even hear what Astarion was saying. He thought he knew who his sister was, but did his memory betray him? Was she truly gone? Creed refused to believe whatever Nyx did was just a pure display of power. She would never just kill people without a reason. “There’s something else happening here...besides the obvious—Nyx isn’t like this I-” “It’s been months since you’ve seen her. People change, darling.” Astarion interrupted Creed. Deep down, Creed knew that already. He knew people could change because he had seen it within the group he travels with, but it didn’t change the fact that this was his sister. He wanted to know why she turned so cold and heartless.

“You're right…” It was hard to admit that Astarion was right, but there was no point in arguing about it right now. They had to meet up with her at some point, finish their journey here, and continue the road to Baulder’s Gate.

They restocked on supplies and tried to avoid talking to many people, so they didn’t run the risk of blowing their cover. Then they went to meet Nyx outside, where she told them she would be. When Creed saw her, he noticed how easy it was for her to blend in with the others. She didn’t even look phased by everything going on here, and the way people would look at her with fear was rather a beautiful sight, but Creed would never admit those thoughts out loud. He had his own secrets and holes in his memories, so maybe now that he found his sister, she could give him some form of closure; maybe make him realize he’s not much different than her. Maybe once this is all over, she will be willing to put those pieces together, but there’s always a fine line between hopefulness and naivety. Before Nyx saw Creed’s party approaching her, she quickly put a dark violet fabric into her pocket. That didn’t go unnoticed by Astarion, but he wouldn’t bring it up. They were all ready to head out on their mission to help Nyx just keep up the appearance of True Souls. Creed saw how she picked up a lantern that glowed with a beautiful light. Almost like a full moon. “You’ll need this to protect all of you from the shadows.” Creed took the lantern while still trying to resist the urge to ask why they needed it, but quickly remembered that anyone who doesn’t have the Moon maiden’s blessing, or anyone who is a follower of Shar, couldn’t walk freely in the shadows. He could see how Nyx quickly gave it over. Did she feel so disgusted by how Creed changed, or was she afraid of him? This seemingly powerful woman being afraid of him was never a thought that had crossed his mind. “Where exactly are we going?”

Creed asked the question they all wanted to know. The only information they were given was that Nyx needed to find this guy named Baltazar. “There’s a Grand Mausoleum located about north-west of here; there’s an entrance to the Temple of Shar, where supposedly Baltazar last was ordered to go.” “Temple of Shar? Shadowheart would’ve had a field day if she were here…” Creed thought to himself. Shadowheart was told to stay in camp by the others until they found information about the Nightsong, but after finding Nyx, plans had to change. He can handle Shadowheart being mad at him, but working with someone who is supposedly on the enemy side could lead to some complications. Shadowheart would’ve tried to talk Creed out of even doing all of this, and maybe she would’ve been right, but he needed answers. He needed to know what happened to the sister he remembered.

“Alright… lead the way.”

[amunyan]

Unsure if I should put a warning here. Seriously; When I look at the reactions to the chapters of the other story…

So enjoy the last chapter of this one :D Word Count: around 2480 Warnings: smut

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The person she trusts most... (3/3)

With eyes full of desire, Mereoleona steps closer towards you. Pulling you close with a gentle touch, she caresses your cheek before planting a brief but passionate kiss on your lips.

You look at her in complete bewilderment as her lips slowly separate from yours. With flushed cheeks, dipped into a bright red, you stammer something incomprehensible. Not really sure if you read the situation in the right way, when she repeats herself. „I still owed you an answer to your confession back then. Fact is; I've always loved you. Unconditionally. You are the person I trust most after you saved me by taking your own blood as an antidote.“ Mereoleona pauses for a moment and her expression changes. It becomes a little darker, almost sad. „I don't know who did you this wrong... if it was even me unknowingly. But it hurt too much to see you beating yourself up all the time. Forcing you to push yourself beyond your limits in an unhealthy way. To see you full of self-doubt, trying to get stronger.“

„I wanted so much to impress you by being able to face you in mortal combat. It was frustrating that you never took me seriously”, you sigh deeply.

„I would have killed you in an instant,“ she replies in her typical harsh manner. „But you have already impressed me - just not with your fighting skills.“

„I did what?“

„Oh? Now you hear me,“ a bright, cheeky smile appears on her lips and she playfully pet your head before caressing your face again. „Remember? I told you so many times - but you never listened. Stubbornly, you tried to become stronger - ignoring that you already were. Just in a different way...“

„And above all; I think I did all for the wrong reasons... I only realised it when you were gone. Ever since the first time we met, all I ever wanted was to be acknowledged by you. Every time you gave me a sign of approval, I was in denial. I waved away everything that I did as nothing special“.

„There is nothing wrong with trying to become stronger and working on your weaknesses. But…”

She sighs, almost unheard, before expressing her regret: „ Maybe I have been too hard on you. But I have told you so many times, and you have never believed me, that I truly adore you. You did not want to see it.

„I guess we have hurt each other in one way or the other,“ you have to admit with a sad smile. „I also realised that you are not always there to protect me or to boost my low self-esteem.

„Yeah. But now you know that's your job,“ Mereoleona adds, and you nod in agreement and repeat the sentence.

„Good. Now that that's out of the way, let's get on with the fun stuff.“

With an anticipatory grin on her face, the Lioness turns and stretches before beginning to untie the rosy-coloured ribbon around her hips and pulls the jacket off her shoulders. „Come on. You too. Take your clothes off!“

„Wait? What? So fast? I mean, we haven't seen each other for months and... Desire, yes, but... Without a warning and... Although that does look a bit like you...“

Mereoleona's frightening gaze meets yours. She looks at you with a raised eyebrow and a doubtful, sceptical frown as you finish your sentence hesitantly. „Straightforwardness...“

A meaningful smile flickers across her lips before she bursts out laughing: „I was just thinking about a nice bath in the hot springs. But...“

She turns back to you. Her hand slides over your shoulders, closing the distance between you. „But I wouldn't mind pleasuring you right here and now.“

It's not just the sound of her voice so close to your ear that makes you blush. It's also the fact that, almost unnoticed, her hand has moved from your shoulder to your butt. When her hand squeezes it firmly, you can no longer suppress a little squeak.

„Still so shy about it? For the one you wanted so much a moment ago...“ She tenderly bites your earlobe. „But first let's go to the hot springs. Can you hold out until then, or do you want me to come on you right now?“

„Yes,  she nods and takes a sip of her sake. „This hidden place was found by Lady Acier a long time ago. She was my mentor and we often trained together here in the volcano...“ Her eyes gaze absently at the night sky, where the first stars are already twinkling. „It was just the two of us. Not many people dare to come near this volcano.“ Mereoleona pauses again for a moment. Her expression seems almost sad for a moment, before she empties her cup of alcohol. „Sometimes... I really miss her. I always thought my attribute had an advantage over hers, but I was never able to win. I wonder if I could now?“

„It's beautiful out here,“ you comment as you slide your aching body into the warm water next to Mereo. It feels good on your painful limbs and you let out a pleasurable moan.

„ I can't imagine you being week to anyone.“

„But that's the way it is. I also had to start somewhere, “she says with a grin. „And I also had to learn that strength is not only about your physical abilities. But enough of me now. Tell me more about your training!“

You smile back, a little awkwardly, and start to talk about your last few months of exercise. Full of setbacks, but also a little bit of hope as your skills slowly improved and you were able to develop a strategy around your strengths. „When I realised that I could use the ability to create the scent of herbs and poisons to my advantage, I suddenly knew where to start. I am physically weak, but creating an odour to weaken my opponent is my only chance of getting the upper hand. So I expanded my collection of herbs and tried to get in better shape and build up my stamina. But now I know, and today's fight showed me, that I still have a long way to go. „

Mereo slaps you playfully on the shoulder. „That's the kind of fighting spirit I like to see. „

Awkwardly, you rub your upper arm and look at her affectionately as she wraps her arm around your waist and pulls you closer. Her other hand brushes a strand of hair away from your face before bringing it to your neck. Her lips touch yours in a tender kiss - unusual for Mereoleona's wild ways, which she always seems to copy from real lions.

„Promise me one thing,“ she whispers against your lips, her eyes still closed. „This time, your self-doubt is over. Please. Once and for all. You are so much more, (Y/N). “

You nod silently and lean into her for another kiss. More passionate than the last. Your tongue slides through her mouth, caressing hers softly but full of desire.

„I see, “ Mereoleona grins. „You really can't wait any longer, sweetheart. “

Her fingers, which had been resting on your neck, slowly move down, gently stroking your back as she leaves a trail of small bite marks on your neck and shoulders with her lips before pulling you onto her lap.

Your hands also wander up and down her back, stroking it tenderly with your fingertips before you wrap your arms around her neck.

„It's a good thing we're already naked, “she comments, „otherwise I'd have had to rip your clothes off. “  

„ Also that needy? “

„Are you surprised? I've missed you too, you know...“

Her other hand caressed your butt before sliding between your legs from behind, knowing you like to be teased in that sensitive area. You lift your hips a little to give her better access to your perineum as she pauses for a heartbeat. „Oh? That wet already? “ She asks with a smirk before continuing more slowly but more intensely. She even slides a finger inside your vagina. „I can feel it even under water. And I haven't even started yet“.

A small moan leaves your mouth and you bite your lower lips. Your fingertips clench tighter, roughening the bare skin of her back. Getting her blood pumping too as you leave your marks. You can tell by the sound, similar to a lion's purr, that Mereoleona still likes to be roughly touched. She also enjoys the fact that just a few touches from her can make you so aroused, even though she likes challenges. But she knows too well that, all thought you get turned on this easily, to satisfy you is an whole other story. She loves teasing you. She loves to touch you and push you to your limits. Both on the battlefield and during lovemaking. And you love the sensations she brings to your body.

„Come on, you know I can make you feel even better..., “the lioness promises as you sit between her legs, pulling your chin up.

„Turn around, “she commands you. Despite liking the way she touches you at the moment and the way your nipples rub against her in this position, you do as she asks. But not without letting out a slight groan as Mereoleona pulls you into an intimate embrace.

With your head tilted back, resting on her shoulder to return her greedy kisses, her hands, which first pulled you into a quick, innocent embrace, now turn to your breasts. The touches she gives them are no longer so innocent. She teases your already hardened nipples, letting herself be carried away by lust so that the squeezes become stronger with each touch.

You moan softly and let go of her lips as your left fingers cling lightly to her shoulders. The other goes to her thighs. Lightly, but deep enough to leave your marks. The desire to touch her too swells inside you. So your hand finds its way back to her bottom. But not properly.

„That's not fair,“ you complain groaning, „I want to touch you too.”

„Later... Let me take care of you first.” She plants a few fleeting kisses on your shoulders and lets one of her hands slide slowly down your silhouette into the warm water. The other remains stubbornly on your breasts, teasing and caressing your sensitive nipples.

Her right hand moves to your vulva, massaging your inner lips and clitoris before sliding three of her fingers inside you.

„You're getting so tight down here, (Y/N). Come on - open up for me,“ she whispers into your ear, biting your earlobe gently. You allow yourself to sink into her embrace. Taking in all the sensation she is giving your body. Whine out loudly.

„Good girl.”

It's not just the thrill she gives you with her fingers filling and touching every inch of your insides, making you scream louder with each rapid heartbeat, but also her hot breath so close to your ear, the intimate embrace, her long lost but still loved scent of cinnamon and hot spices, but above all the warm  water makes the feeling strange but excitingly intense. Your hips move forward, moving to the same rhythm as Mereoleona's fingers. You just can't get enough of her. Her movements speed up. Bringing you closer to release.

„Mereo...”, you cry. „Please... Let me finally come...“

Mereoleona stops briefly.

„Damn... You move way too much. I can't wait any longer.“

„Mereo?!“

Before you can react, she has pulled you out of the water and is pressing your back against the warm ground.

„I want to feel you too,“ she explains, spreading your legs again. „Can you hold on a little longer?“

Her face comes closer to yours and she leans her forehead against yours.

„Not really,“ you answer, tangling your fingers in her hair, „You know how much I want to do this to you too. So...“

You take the opportunity when Mereoleona gives you a confused look to push her down and take the dominant role.

„You know I want to make love to you too. So please - let me. “

The tips of your fingers stroke gently over Mereoleona's damp skin, teasing her nipples before you bend down to lick her breast, your lips finding their way to give them a greedy suck. Let her moan softly, like a snarling cat of prey.

Your hands go deeper, slowly parting her legs so your tongue can lick over her private parts, tasting her sweet nectar.

„I see - you are so wet already, “ you say with a soft smile on your lips, leaking provocatively over your upper lip. „Still so sweet - no one would expect you to be so delicious down there. “

You lower your head again and push your wet muscle into her. You slowly bring her to the edge. Enjoying the feel of her body shaking under your touch and the movements of your tongue. Enjoying her loud moans as her fingers tangle in your hair.

„You are too good. But this isn't what I had in mind when I pulled you out of the water...“

She pushes herself up on her forearms and leans over to you. Her fingers grab your chin and pull you up. Without saying a word, she kisses you hard on the lips before taking the control again. She forces you back down onto the hard but warm floor. Then she lifts one of your legs before slowly pressing her vulva against yours. A warm shiver runs down your spine and you bend your head. Give in to the sensation. You open your mouth to let out a loud sigh that Mereo smothers with a passionate kiss.

Her movements become faster and fiercer again, like a starving lioness. Wanting to feel her more, you move your hips too.

Breathing heavily, she lies down beside you. She puts an arm around your shoulders and plants a kiss on the top of your head.

The movements of Mereoleona, who loves you like a wild animal, accelerate. Increasingly excited by the feeling of naked skin against naked skin. Feeling her most intimate place against yours after such a long time...

„You've really challenged me every time we do this, ‘(Y/N),“ she says exhausted but with a smile on her lips.

„You too, Mereo,“ you reply with a tired chuckle.

„Did I tell you that my younger brother is awake again? I'm no longer the official captain of our squad.  So...“ A thoughtful look crosses her face and she looks at you with expectant eyes. „We could train here together more often, if you like.“ „Or just look at the stars,“ you add with a tired groan, snuggling up to her and planting a soft kiss on her lips before gazing up at the star-filled night sky.

[ivoryghostyy]

「 image, not mine. sourced from Pinterest. 」

「 tw: possessive behaviour, obsessive behaviour, implications of being bitten — this isn't very heavy. read with caution, i suppose. 」

"let you go?" he mocked, eyeing your stubborn form.

"why would i do that? you are mine now," he hissed softly, his muscles tensing in light annoyance. surely, you didn't plan on leaving him? no, that simply wouldn't do.

"i could easily subdue you. do not test me, little mouse."

his pupils shifted to slits. his threat sent a chill up your spine. you knew of his capabilities; of his proficiency as a hunter. after all, he was an apex predator. one who spent half—if not the entirety—of his life in the wild, stalking his prey.

he is a silent and very lethal killer. his fangs are often bathed in blood; red staining his hands. the colour dripped from his glittering scales, casting a beautiful sheen beneath the moon's ethereal glow.

"for the rest of your mortal days, you shall stay here," he stated. finality coated his tone, leaving no room for further arguments.

"here, where you will be safe; where i can protect and care for you."

his eyes glow dangerously beneath the shadows.

"here, in my arms, where you will eternally be mine. it is time for you to accept that."

he nuzzled into your neck, his tail slowly uncoiling from around your waist and allowing you to stand on your own. to remind you of who's really in control.

with a hum, he continued.

"you are my mate," he declared. his lips brush against your neck; his fangs are dangerously close to your skin.

the naga snickered; a low rumble in his chest.

"are you scared, little mouse?"

his voice was deep; a pleasant sound to hear.

a sharp pair of fangs press against your pulse. 'how would you taste?' he wonders.

without another word from you, and with one last kiss to your neck, you felt a painful sting.

"that's too bad,"

a cold sensation enveloped you. your vision turned hazy. the den's walls suddenly became unclear and blurry.

"because i will never let you go."

[moeruyami]

If Jimmy win a life series (probably wouldn't happen for a LONG while), can I suggest we give him the LIGHT imagery for the sun, moon and stars thing. I think there no rule stating it has to be a celestial body.

Here me out. Why would I give Jimmy the Light imagery if he wins? There are many things I want to point but can say because I have no coherent thoughts. Anyway, why?

Think a minute what enters your mind when Jimmy is in the life series with his choose team mates. Laughter, Joy, Warmth, GLOW, or Home. That is at least for me what I think. I can't think much of negative connotation of him when it comes to the series.

I just felt Light suits him. With his overall feel and connection with everybody and the way he interact with people and how he brings laughter to the life games despite being use by the watcher to gather despair. Maybe that's why they want Jimmy out first cause he didn't bring negative emotion but rather positive with the people around him.

(also Note: We should make Scar the Earth if he wins or Mercury since it is the closest to the Sun. Or BigB should be Earth or may be Ren. Who knows. XD)

(I just noticed my account just became Jimmy fan account. XD My hyper fixation with this man, I swear 🤣)

[superalex2623]

I really try to do my best with this thing, but I kind of get a little sick while doing it, so in the end I was not at my 100% of power, anyway, I think it looks good enough for now. I hope you like it.  

[somethingshieet]

Try and Heart

As long as Rin remembers, he is always trying. 

Trying to be a good brother for his cry baby little brother yet smarter than him (he proud of that), protecting Yukio from mean kids in kindergarten, kick some asses that bullies Yukio in elementary school to middle school, even look after Yukio every time Yukio upset with The invisible fairies that Rin didn't know before he can see demons and off course making the best bento in the world that makes michellin star chef insecure every single time Yukio goes to school, yet. It seems it wasn't enough.

  Rin always trying to be a good boy for Father Fujimoto doing his best to stop messed up things, to be kinder, to be softer, avoid useless fighting with some punks at least before they cross the boundary and using all his strength to help others, Rin doing his best to prove His Father that he has grown up.

Even though it's hard, SO.DAMN.HARD for Rin, but he is always trying and trying and trying. Never ever gonna give up,

But, you know? It's never enough.

Father Fujimoto died, partly because of him, because he can’t control his mouth. So that DAMN abomination, Satan, possessed Shiro’s body and as a cool person, Shiro died sacrificing himself for his demon child. Even after Rin promised to show that he has grown up, he couldn't keep that promise.

What a useless child. 

All the time Shiro lived and raised him all Rin could give was troubles, rin couldn't get good grades in school, can't control his temper to yell at shiro when he was angry, jump in to a fight more than he could count and it always ended with rin getting hurt. and you know what hurts him more than anything? Shiro was disappointed and sad to see Rin like that.

Why have you never been mad at me dad? why? Dad was never angry, never scolded him, let alone raised his hand at all the antics Rin did, except... once slap, at that time…

Well he kinda deserves it.

Rin knows that everything he tries never ends well, he shouldn't expect anything, should...not, but even so when Yukio thrust a gun muzzle into his head and asked him to die. Rin was shocked.

 They are brothers,one pair of twins! How can Yukio do that to him?

Maybe because Rin caused Shiro's death, maybe because Yukio was already fed up with Rin, maybe because Rin is stupid. Stupid enough to not know or do something to help Yukio even after all the signs, Hell, What a bad older brother Rin is to Yukio, ignorant enough he didn't know yukio tried to kill himself. So.Many.Times.

Why did Yukio not tell him anything? 

Why is Yukio not asking for his help?

Why did Yukio not trust him?

Why?

…

Wait. he did.

Once.

After Shura gives a freaking BOMB information about their Mom in Christmas(and their birthday).

Yukio asked for help. In an implicit way. Rin should have known. After all sixteen years living together, Rin Should have known.

But no he did not.

So maybe because of that, Yukio shot him.

Three times

At his head (because Rin is an idiot for unaware of the signs)

At his mouth (because Rin too much talk and not enough listening)

At his heart (because Rin can't understand Yukio heart)

It hurts so much. And because of that rin drew his sword (his heart)

And the hell breaks loose.

Rin was used to feeling pain, but this pain was beyond any pain he had ever felt. The pain that comes from breaking one more promise, the promise he said to never try to hurt his own brother

[thecrackodilesstuff]

loo p. deloop

i am in my sparklecare arc, art i did for a collaborative assignment

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