#I am spinning in circles and fucking delighted

[see-arcane]

The Magnus Protocol - First Shift, First Thoughts

-Hnnnnghhhh retro clunky analog noises Good

-I am swaddling these characters in so many blankets

-New Categories for Eerie Shit yes yes yes give me fresh ways to sort things

-Robo-voice Martin and Jon 'Norris and Chester' don't think I didn't catch how the crunchy audio filter faded out as you were getting into the storytelling rhythm, I SEE YOU MEANINGFUL SOUND SHIFT

-Jonathan Sims' voice: "Does anyone know what's up with the Magnus Institute?"

me: heeheehoohoo I wonder

-Oh fuck oh god oh no Red Canary got got nooooo

-So in this universe Gertrude did manage to roast the Magnus Institute and that resulted in the erasure of all the statements and recordings? Interesting implication

-Why is it not next Thursday yet?

[luvwestwood]

"AFK" - Choso Kamo (with twt links)

"..like fortnite, i’ma need your skin.."

3,012 words.

warnings. nsfw(18+), bf/gamer! choso, oral sex (m rec.), humiliation, desk sex, exhibitionism, trying not to get caught, feral choso, p in v, throat fucking, oral sex (m receiving), overstimulation, degradation, choso whimper links included lol,

notes. my previous drabble abt choso had a lil kick to it, definitely had to make it into a full one-shot! hope u guys enjoy, and thank u for 450 followers hehe, so I included twt links! ^^

credits to @/plutism for dividers, @/adrienwithane for banner.

russian translation by @juliabelll ❤️

Not too long ago, it was Choso's birthday. Being an amazing girlfriend you are, of course you built him a brand new PC. It cost you an arm and a leg, but that didn't matter at all when it came to Choso. Seeing him happy itched a part of your brain, especially when he was the one who would pay for everything: dates, your online shopping carts, you name it.

He never really bought anything for himself. You were getting tired of the countless times that he went on a tangent about how slow his previous machine was. It was doing your head in, so you saved up. For what you now call a 'not-blessing-in-disguise'.

Choso was obsessed with his new PC, and it wasn’t an exaggeration. Part of you was starting to regret it all. The man barely paid attention to you.

Am I the asshole for being mad that my boyfriend likes his gift a bit too much? No, I wouldn't think so. I should be delighted, but it's pretty much getting outrageous.

The fact that he has almost every single game out there on that PC in just a span of one week since he got it - means there's more for him to do. Every day, he'd wake up, do a bit of house stuff then sit his ass down to play with his friends. For as long as he can. Never leaving that room. Hell, he wouldn't even bother answering your messages until an hour later. 'Mb, was on the game' is something that was engraved in your brain by now.

Every time you'd come over, he'd ignore you simply by just gluing his eyes on the screen. If you try to nap, just go home. You've lost track of how many times he's managed to wake you up with his blood-curdling screams. There were times when Choso didn't even notice you leaving, which upset you quite a bit.

Of course, you had moments when you needed him the most. Like, badly. Freshly shaved, he's not even mentally there to take a peek. You could be naked and oiled up in his bed, Choso wouldn't even bat an eye.

…Advice to self, don't get him a PS5 this Christmas.

"Choso," You called out, sat on the edge of the bed behind him. No answer. Per usual, you wanted to rip that headset off his head.

Dark circles were forming around his eyes, endless cans of monster were scattered all over his desk. "Nah let's just fight Oscar, we've got a minute until the circle closes."

Rolling your eyes, a scoff escapes your mouth. Aaand he didn't hear you. Crossing your arms, you furrow your brows. He was honestly testing your patience. "Choso?!"

Choso flinches a bit, pulling one side of his headset away from his ear. His gaming chair spins around to face you. "Baby?"

He knew you were mad. You looked more than pissed. It was really because this recurring behavior of his was getting too much. "Your eyes are always on that screen! Did you even know that I was here!?”

“I-I’m sorry. Look, I'll get off after this game!” From his headset you could hear Choso’s friends teasing and picking on him. They probably heard you scolding your poor boyfriend. You couldn’t care less.

As soon as you were about to speak, he immediately spun his chair back around to face that stupid monitor again. He was too engrossed in the game. It was his squad of four against the only opposing team.

Groaning, you flop back onto his mattress. "..You always say that, and you never do." Muttering under your breath, you stare at the ceiling blankly. What felt like a hammer to your head, Choso's war cries could only get louder each second.

The past few days, you had no choice but to use your own fingers to toy with yourself. You were needy, and you missed your boyfriend's touch. Too bad he was too occupied. How come his keyboard and mouse get to be touched by him more than your....

Using all of your strength, you sat yourself up again on the edge of his mattress. Realizing there's no use in scolding him, you quietly walked up behind Choso, combing your fingers through his hair. You loved when it was down, and he loved it when you played with his hair. He found it relaxing. You could tell by the way his body was no longer tensed up, the back of his head falling heavy onto your hand.

Your hands left his hair, travelling down to his nape. With your freshly manicured nails (which he paid for), you gently scratched his skin on his neck. You could see goosebumps forming, but said nothing about it. Choso who was ticklish, tilted his head to the side - "Mmm," He hummed, telling you off as you were starting to distract him.

Letting out a laboured sigh, you stared at the back of his head. Wondering what to do with him, you pouted. Maybe I should just leave like every other day? No, I can't back down.

He seems really busy. Would he even notice if I crawled under his desk? Grinning, you got on your knees, crawling like a kitty underneath his desk but making minimal noise. You glanced behind your shoulder to see his reaction, but his eyes were still gawking at the flashing screen in front of him.

Coming face to face with his sweats, you kneeled, just in level with his lap. Peeking your head out from the shadows under his desk, Choso had only noticed you then. His eyes widened, the sight of you looking up at him like a puppy had started to cloud up his thoughts.

Grabbing onto his wrist, he slowly let go of his mouse. Bringing his hand to your cheek, he took it in the palm of his hand, eventually giving in and using his thumb to softly caress your lips. "..I missed you, Choso.." You whispered, softly sucking on his thumb. "..I need you,"

His breath hitched, your words were doing something to him. What a fool he was for ignoring you all this time? Just then, a cacophony of voices screaming through his headset broke him out of his trance. Choso's warm hand left your face, causing you to frown. Your fun was cut short. Way too short.

You had enough, deciding it was time you finally got what you wanted. Snaking your two hands up the soft cotton of his sweats, they stopped right at his crotch. His eyes anxiously shot down to you underneath him, telling you off and pointing to his headset.

Placing a finger onto your lips, you told him to just be quiet. His eyes frantically flickered from you, then to his monitor. Slowly, you slid down his pants. Smiling at the way he rose himself up from his seat slightly, so it would be easier to take them off. Of course, he wasn't wearing anything underneath.

Taking his long, thick cock into your hands, you jerked it ever so slightly. Choso cleared his throat, keeping his mouth shut all of a sudden in case he accidentally makes unwanted noise. He was practically melting under your touch, into the chair. Gliding your tongue over his pink tip, he didn't dare look at you. Not long after, your warm mouth wrapped over him, Choso letting out a sigh of relief at the feeling.

You knew how to push his buttons, bringing yourself to fully deepthroat his cock for a few seconds. His lips purse shut, Choso slightly biting down onto his bottom lip. His fingers started to press on the wrong keys, unable to focus on the game.

Pulling away, a string of saliva connected your tongue and his aching tip. You brought your lips back onto his cock, bobbing your head and hollowing your cheeks as you used your two hands to jerk him off at the same time.

The man above was folding at the pornographic sight underneath him. Hearing Choso moan by accident, he quickly covered it up with a cough. “…Yeah, no, I’m good- Just don’t- feel well..”Friends concerned, Choso had come up with a convincing lie in just seconds. His hand reached down to rake through your hair until his fist was full of it. [link]

He lightly pushed your head up and down his length, your mouth making sloppy noises all over, buckets of spit dripping down your chin and his balls.

Ripping his headset off, Choso didn't care about the game anymore. Or his friends. He groaned as you fondled with his balls, giving them a suck afterwards. His light grey pants were turning a darker shade than before. His two hands clawed into your hair on both sides of your face, Choso started to fuck his cock into the back your throat.

Moaning, his eyes shut tightly as his head fell back onto the cushion of his chair. His balls tightening as he heard how you constantly gagged over his thick cock. "Fuck.. Just like that.."

His moans were a mixture of curses and long groans, tears started to well up in your eyes. Choso opened his eyes again, looking down at you as he drew your mouth away from his cock. He smiled, seeing your makeup all ruined, your face covered with spit and so did his lap.

Rolling his chair away from the desk, he grabbed you from underneath. Only to pull it back again, placing it in front of his PC. Guiding his hand on your back, he bent you over on the chair, making your two legs kneel on the soft cushion so you wouldn't tire out. [link]

Holding tightly onto your hair, your head fell back towards him. Choso had ripped the fabric of your leggings that was unfortunately covering your cunt. Grabbing his cock, he lined himself up with your hole, his hands shaking from how eager he was.

Easily sliding in from the slick that covered your hole, you grabbed onto the arm rest in front of you; Choso stretching you out completely. Wasting no time, he began to move his hips back and forth, fucking his hard cock into you.

His monitor started to gently shake from how hard his cock was bullying into you, skin slapping as his balls that were full of weeks load cum made contact with your clit.

"C-Choso.." You cried out, your hand reaching back to his pelvis. Staring at yourself getting fucked like a slut through the reflection of his PC monitor, your ass rippled with each and every one of his thrusts.

Maintaining his brutal pace, his fingers were no longer woven into your hair, reaching out to the headset on his desk. Confused, you kept your eyes open to watch Choso place them over your head. "W-What..?"

His hands gripped onto the flesh of your hips, Choso leaned into your ear. "Keep moaning you slut, let them hear you." All of a sudden he groaned, feeling you clench around him at what he just said. "You like that, don't you?"

Spinning you slightly to one side, his leg went up onto the chair with you, allowing him more leverage to fuck you deeper. "Eyes up at that camera too, show them how pretty you look taking my cock," Tears started to stream down the sides of your cheeks, your face had flushed red.

Choso's hands took a hold of your hair again, his tip kissing your cervix repeatedly. "I.." Speechless, you lost your ability to form a basic sentence. His fat cock left you braindead, at this point you were seeing nothing but stars.

"..Use your words baby," A creamy white ring started to form at his base as his cock pistoned in and out of you. Choso's hand kept stamping down on your back from time to time to make sure you kept that arch. "..Isn't this what you've been wanting all week?"

"Y-you're so deep.. I can't.." Your hand reached back to his abs, twisting the white fabric of his tank top until it was all wrinkly. He took a hold of your wrist, twisting your arm behind you. Choso slightly bent over, his warm body resting against your back.

He quietly groaned into your ear, chanting your name like a prayer. You were fucked out of your mind. "You feel so good.. like this pussy was made for me." The pace of his thrusts slowed down, but his hips still rut into you hard each time. His strokes hard and deep, you swear could feel him all up in your guts. Your jaw had dropped, your head falling back onto his shoulder.

Choso's hands reached under your loose shirt, letting your tits spill out of your bra. Gently twisting your nipple between his finger tips, fondling with your whole breast afterwards, he forgot how much he loved wrapping his mouth around those.

"Your cock.. It feels so good.." You babbled, Choso sneaking his fingers underneath to rub lazy circles on your clit. Your legs began to tremble, fortunately your throat managed to choke out a whine.

Also seeing him in the reflection of his monitor, strands of his hair started to stick to his face. Multiple beads of sweat had formed on his forehead. Choso didn't want to leave your pussy. Not even Thor could pull him out. He enjoyed using you like a cock whore.

You felt so dizzy, mind full of his cock. Choso let out multiple whimpers as he felt his orgasm nearing, his index finger hooking onto the side of your mouth. The very last few seconds, his cock bottomed into you, trying to chase your orgasm. The desk hitting against he wall non-stop, his headset that was on you started to fall off your head.

Leaving a trail of wet kisses down your back, his hand grabbed onto the plush flesh of your ass, continuously giving it a spank every now and then.

The wet, slapping noises of your skin continued to follow, until you felt his thrusts come to a sudden halt. His hot cum shooting inside of you rope after rope, just before he pulled out to let the rest out onto your ass. "..Fuck.. look at that."

Using his thumb to spread your hole wide open, his load spilt onto the black leather of his gaming chair. You panted, tired and hole throbbing. You got what you wanted, that’s for sure. Forcing his headset off you, you couldn't do anything but lean against his desk, trying to regulate your breathing pattern back to normal.

"..We're not done here," Choso laughed behind you, your cunt still dripping of his thick load. His hands roughly turned your body around, placing you on top the desk to face him. Using his foot to push the chair away, he lined his cock with your hole again, using his cum that was already inside of you as lube.

"Oh m-my- Choso!" You yelped, one hand taking grip onto his shoulder for support, the other holding knocking his keyboard out of the way, trying to find something to hold onto other than his shoulder.

His forehead rested against yours, the staggering movement of his hips causing the desk itself to shake under the two of you. Choso watched as his cock disappeared in and out of your hole, grunts coming out through his clench teeth as he wrapped his large hands around your thighs. He wanted more, and wasn't going to stop anytime soon.

"..Good girl," He gritted through his teeth, "..I love t-this pussy, and you." Choso's hands pressed flat against the desk, his lips locking onto yours. His cock was coated in a mixture of his and your own cum, your sweaty bodies intimately hugging against each other.

Choso wanted to feel all you, he just craved more and more each minute. His hands shakily held onto the sides of your waist, his lips moving to your jaw to plant more kisses.

"You're so beautiful, look at me baby." Choso lightly tapped the side of your face, telling you to maintain eye contact.

Obeying, you kept your eyes open; looking into his but not a thought behind your own eyes. You only continued to whine under his touch, overstimulated from how much he's used you like a cock whore. You were so close to losing your mind, drunk off his cock.

Choso too, was lost in your pussy. God, was he whipped— If only he could stay inside you forever, he definitely would. This whole time he was busy cursing at himself, how much of an idiot he is to not appreciate what he has - you. Your cheeks were stained with your hot tears, Choso hushing you and wiping them away every now and then.

“S-Shit, I’m gonna cum again.” He pants, feeling his balls tighten for the second time, the tightness of your pussy heightening his stimulation.

Your hands cupped both of his cheeks, pulling him in for a kiss. His thrusts turning sloppy, you cooed. “..Cum for me, I want it all inside..”

This caused the coil inside of Choso to snap, him desperately whimpering into your ear as he hid his face in the crook of your neck. “F-fu-ck..” Tightly holding onto the flesh of your hips, he made sure his second load stayed inside of you.

Sliding his cock out, Choso rested his heavy cock just above your pussy. Making sure he planted a peck on your forehead, trying to catch his breath. The two of you laugh, your bodies aching and sweaty, his entire desk and chair a mess.

Reaching for something, you blinked as Choso grabbed his headset that ended up on the other side of the desk. Placing one side against his ear, he spoke into the mic. "..GG."

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[taintedcigs]

— late night blues

pairing: roommate bsf!eddie munson x f!reader

summary: you can’t seem to sleep, so eddie offers to drive you around, but you have something else in mind that can make you relax and help you fall asleep faster; his fingers. (wc: 3.1k+)

author's note: not proofread. entirely self-indulgent. and normally i would gaf about interactions but i literally dont rn. i needed this <3 and for all my insomniacs out there... i appreciate u and i am u. hope this is like a warm/horny hug to all of u as much as it is to me. bc i need it desperately. the ending is kinda rushed i am so v sorry. pleaseeee reblog to support me. ty!! mwah.

Hogging the blanket you sank deeper into the couch, the light illuminating from the TV screen enough to have you squinting, but never enough to lull you into sleep.

You huff, impatiently, trying to shut off the voices in your head, thoughts swirling around everywhere and anywhere, making it impossible to let you embrace the sweet sleep you so desperately need.

"Why are you awake?" A low groan of Eddie's voice almost startles you, slight gasp leaving your lips, making you sit up straight with a deep breath.

"Couldn't sleep," you shrugged, "didn't wanna wake you."

"Should've," he grumbles, stomping on his way next to you, "y'know I can't sleep knowing you're awake, right?" A lazy smile is placed on his lips when he slouches right next to you.

The couch sinks with the impact and so does your stomach, the implications of his words not going unnoticed, the two of you have always been close, too fucking close to being considered as just friends.

Yet, none of you ever made any effort.

And you were growing tired of it, because, shit, did you like him. And a part of you, as well as everyone else in the gang kept teasing you about, told you he liked you too. Just waiting to be pushed.

"Wanna smoke?" He asked with a hum, "might help you sleep better." The brunette placed a lazy kiss on your forehead, another act the two of you always did, affectionate, too affectionate to be just friends, yet none of you ever dwelled on it, despite it leaving your entire body on fire in its wake, and Eddie's stomach churn with delight as you always smiled up at him. Sweet, almost peaceful, making you nod quietly, looking so fatigued that his chest ached for you.

"Was t'tired... couldn't roll one." You point toward the mess on the coffee table, grinder open with strains stuck in it, crumpled-up rolling papers, and a bunch of filters sprawled everywhere.

"How about we take a drive, princess?" He asks with a slight tilt of his head, the pad of his thumb slowly circling your face, tender and making you melt into him.

You shake your head quickly, not wanting to bother him in any way. "Eds, it's too late, I don't want you to-"

But he's quick to scoff. "Don't be ridiculous."

"Eddie, I mean it, we can just smoke this here and-" He tuts you quickly, already getting up, his Garfield sweatpants fully in view, making you giggle.

He takes your hand in his, dragging you while you huff and puff. "Grab a jacket or one of my hoodies, and let's fuckin' roll, honey."

Once you throw over one of his oversized hoodies, he almost carries you to the car, not wanting you to lose that sleepy state, knowing that it'd be hard for you to get it back.

You buckle your seatbelt, just watching him in his groove, head falling into the headrest as you admire him rolling a joint so quickly that it makes your head spin. "How the fuck can you do that?" You groan, "'s not fair." A pout overtakes your lips, causing him to grin. He wants to kiss it away, yet all he does is tuck the strands of your hair that are covering your features, turning your lips into a mellow smile, matching his.

"Well it helps if you were a dealer in high school." He rambles, a hearty giggle escaping from your lips, "I'll teach you some time too, honey, promise." You nod in acceptance, and another kiss is planted on your forehead, one you happily accept, let his warmth overtake your skin, eyes glazy and lidded as you look up at him, sleep deprivation so apparent in your face that it tugs at Eddie's heartstrings, seeing you this miserable. And not being able to do anything about it. Yet.

Quickly retrieving the lighter from his back pocket, he places the rollie on his lips, letting the igniting flame heat it quickly, sizzling sound as he inhales a small huff before passing it onto you calming you further.

You suck on it with a hum, watching the way Eddie quickly turns on the ignition, windows rolled down, the same relaxing tape playing over and over again, volume dimmed, Good Feeling by Violet Femmes serves as a background drop, one of your favorite songs, and of course, Eddie knows it.

The velvety dark sky steals your attention as you once again suck on the fragrant joint gently cradled between your fingers. Letting it engulf and numb you, for your bloodshot eyes to have a reason other than being restless.

A gentle breeze whispers through the cranked windows, rustling your hair in front of your face, making you giggle lightly. Three puffs, and you are already feeling giddy, "not too strong is it?" he asks, glancing at you with the biggest grin on his face, amber hues watching you intently.

"Nuh-uh," you hum, and his hand tenderly droops down to your thighs, giving you three gentle squeezes as a form of comfort. At least, he intends it to be for comfort.

But all you can think about is how thick and warm his fingertips are, cladded rings bringing a coldness that makes you hiss, tummy doing a flip as your hazy mind craves more.

It is the last piece of the puzzle you need to finally fall into that deep slumber, Eddie making you cum on his long fingers, curling inside of you, rings slicked with your juices, it's all you can think about.

You whine at your thoughts, throat growing dry at them, not knowing if it is cotton mouth or how stunning Eddie looks while focused on the road.

The perfect side profile that you can't help but admire; chiseled jaw with the slightest stubble that you'd do anything to have it rubbing against your clit right about now, Adam's apple bobbing slightly the more he gulped, lips plushy and so soft that you wanted nothing more than to bite into them, have them suckling your neck.

Fuck, this could be it, couldn't it?

You were already a bit dizzy, giving you enough courage to ask him to, and if he rejected you, you could always just turn it into a joke, couldn't you?

You rasp a desperate breath when his hands squeeze your thigh again, prominent veins making you mewl. His head cocks towards you in worry at the sound, "you okay?"

You barely register his words, gaze too focused on the tempting hold he has on you, "hmm?"

He quirks a brow, a smirk playing on his lips when he realizes how hazed you are, "are you hungry or something, sweetheart?"

Yeah, you were. Hungry for him.

You shake your head slightly. "You sure?" He asks, more attentive, and you can feel your wetness pool around your thighs, slicking you.

"Mhmm," you reply, head turning to meet his gaze, and when he slightly tilts his head, his shaggy bangs fall onto his forehead, making you gulp physically, he looks beautiful.

"Do you want anything?"

If he was any more attentive, you were going to crawl into his lap and grind on his bulge that hugged the print of Garfield on his sweatpants, "Nope," you gulped, prying your eyes away from the outline of his huge cock forcefully.

"Need anything?"

"You." The words slipped past your lips without any interference from you, it's like your subconscious was doing all the talking you had been so afraid of.

The insomnia and weed becoming a dangerous combo.

He choked out a laugh, cheeks crimson red, spreading across his bone like crushed raspberries. "Hah, funny aren't ya?"

He avoided your gaze, yet your head snapped to meet his. "Eddie- I-I mean it."

"Sweetheart," he mumbled, a low groan awaiting in his throat.

Doe-eyed, melting, and pleading hues finally met his. "P-please, Eddie, need it so bad, need to cum, relax," you coaxed, hand placed on his, squeezing it back, causing a drawl of sigh out of him.

He can't bring himself to ease into your touch, his lips quivering at the thought of finding you soaking for him, "Honey, you're high," he tries to reason, voice squeaky pitch, he wants it, so goddamn bad, but he can't take advantage of you in any way.

You huff, disagreeingly. "Oh, c'mon, Eddie, I just took like three huffs, you know I'm not a lightweight!"

"Sweetheart, I know but it doesn't feel right-"

"But I'm begging you to!" Your pleading voice crushes him, cock stirring just at your squeaky tone, you're going to be the fucking death of him.

"Y-you have no idea how fucking stupid I feel for turning you down when all I want to-" He sighed. "I don't wanna do anything that you might regret."

You huff at that, does he not realize how desperately you want him? How badly you have wanted him all this time?

"Fuck, Eddie, just-" Fingertips graze his once you grab his rough hands, they are powerless in your hold, and you're quick to dip them down your pajamas, rubbing them against your cotton panties that are now entirely soaked with your juices. "Do you feel that?" Your voice is shaky, and low groans rumble in his chest, his focus on the road becoming dizzy.

It feels surreal, you begging for him, for his fingers, how wet your panties feel just because of him. His brain can't comprehend a thought, your name slipping past his lips like prayers.

He can't help but press his hand further against your panties, just to feel more of you, cock straining against his own cage of boxers, knuckles white from the harsh grip he has on the steering wheel.

And you can see the desperation in his eyes, spurring you more and more. "How fucking wet I am just because you squeezed my thigh? Do you think I'd regret anything when I'm this soaked for you?"

He can't help it, roaring the engine again before he abruptly comes to a stop on the side of the road, his mind too dizzy to comprehend anyfuckingthing. "Fucking christ, baby, I-"

You interrupt him again, head lulling to his side, giving him those desperate, lewd eyes again. "I've wanted this for so fucking long, Eddie, p-please, you said you'd help me sleep... relax, I'm more than okay with it."

You know he's on the verge of caving in, he wants this as much as you do. "Angel..." he mumbles, tone so pornographically lustful that you feel the need to show him how much you want him.

You shove his hands inside of your panties in frustration, and he groans lightly at it, fingertips run up and down your slit, never entering your hole, taking his time to fully feel how badly you want him.

He collects your wetness at the tip of his digits, smearing them over the hood of your clit, earning a shallow gasp from you, just enough to break him, "Oh, Jesus fucking Christ, you're soaked," he grunts, eyes watching you hungrily.

"Mhmm, all for you," you hum, head thrown comfortably into the headrest, eyes lulling. He runs his fingertips over your sides, teasing, covering you in your juices, and all you can do is mewl for him.

A digit slips inside of you easily, making you moan so loud that Eddie's cock aches in the confinements of his sweats, admiring the way your mouth gapes at how good his fingers feel. "God, you're perfect like this, princess," he hums, fingertips circling around your clit, knowing exactly what to do to get you worked up.

It makes you whimper pathetically, turns out Eddie really does know you. So much so that all you want to do is cum on his thick fingers, have him take you home, make you bounce on his cock again and again.

He pushes another finger inside of you, watching the way your cunt takes his fingers all greedily. You're the one who's supposed to be high, yet he feels dizzy, so fucking dizzy that he can barely comprehend it.

This is all real, you just begged him to finger you, and now you're mewling on his fingers, pussy throbbing as he stretches you out slowly.

"That's it, baby," he encourages, listening to the sweet sounds of your whimpers, "doin' so good f'me," his praises drive you even crazier, and loud moans escape from your parted lips the more his thumb circles around your clit.

"So greedy, hmm?" He coos condescendingly, relishing in the pretty faces you make, his ring finger joining inside of your soppy cunt easily, "E-Eddie," you mumble, lost in him, fully.

His fingers pump in and out of you at a rough pace, getting you closer and closer to the edge, he can feel your cunt squeezing his ringed fingers desperately.

"You close, angel?" He grunts, and a sheen of heat creeps its way across your chest and up your throat at how good he is, all you can do is nod pathetically, too dizzy and too lost in his fingers to even speak.

You take your plump bottom lip between your teeth in an attempt to stiffle your pathetic moans, but once he adds another finger, cold rings brushing against your clit, you can't help yourself.

"E-Eddie, fuck!" You moan, and he watches in awe, keeps his praises up, eager to see what you look like when you cum. He knows you'll be even prettier, screaming out his name, soaking his fingers in your pretty juices.

Your chest heaves with how much you're feeling him, stuffed full of his fingers, you can't even begin to imagine what his cock would feel like inside of you. Shit, maybe next time.

You pathetically rut your hips into his fingers, and he groans so filthily that your body feels frail, "That's it, baby," he praises. "Use me, honey, use my fingers to get yourself off."

Your face contorts with the sweetest pain and pleasure, his fingers plunged deep inside of you, padded thumb still continuing it's circles. Once his fingers curl inside of you, you know you’re a fucking goner.

Each of his movements, his touch, ignites a fire within you that is heightened by the weed, you are so desperate to cum that you don't even realize how pathetically you've been soaking his fingers, so wet and Eddie relishes in it.

"Oh, f-fuck, I'm gonna cum!" You moan out once you feel that dizzying pleasure bubbling in your chest, he can feel your pussy flutter around his thick fingers, making his chest swell with pride. "Mhmm, just like that, darlin', cum on my fingers."

It's all the confirmation you need before you cry out his name again, back arching as pleasure explodes inside of your stomach, vision growing white and dizzy. Your fucked out face, pathetic moans, and your gaping mouth making Eddie's cock strain tighter and tighter, as if that’s even possible.

His fingers don't leave your soppy cunt until he makes sure you ride your orgasm out, relishing in the pretty expressions your face contorts to as you fall apart for him.

Bringing a stupid wide grin to his face that has you feeling giddier. The weight of what the two of you did doesn't dawn yet, you're too tired, too fucked out to care, and all Eddie can think about is going back to the trailer and rubbing one out while thinking about the pretty sounds you made, the pretty shapes your face took as you came on his fingers. His.

He'll think about how pretty your eyes look rolled all the way back inside of your head when he's slamming into you, cock stuffed inside of you, parted lips repeating his name like a fucking prayer. Your tight cunt fluttered around his cock, milking him dry.

With a groan, he brings his fingers to his mouth, licking clean the remains of you, pathetically groaning at how sweet you taste. You watch him with lulled eyes, breath growing heavier, and if you weren’t about to pass out, you’d beg him for more, have his hard cock stuffed inside of you.

“Tastes so goddamn sweet,” he grunts, licking any taste of you left off his lips, your sweet juices engrained in his tastebuds.

You blink quickly to process all of it, mind numbed out. Fuck, he’s making this so goddamn hard for you.

“E—Eddie,” you say breathlessly, chest heaving as a shy smile appears on your lips, mind hazy as you try to form words. "T-that was amazing, shit."

"Yeah?" He beams, the praise is all he needs. “Anything for you, sweetheart.”

Your eyes glimmered at his words, air between the two of you was charged with a sweet tension. Breaths almost synchronized with the way both of your chests rose and fell on the rhythm of what just fucking happened. And all the feelings that led up to it.

You wanted to talk about it, take this further, maybe even continue back home.

But sleep began to settle inside of you, eyelids betrayed your pent-up feelings for him, already drooping in surrender.

And of course, Eddie knew by the sheepish smile you gave him, you were almost on the brink of sleep, and it was more important than his stupid feelings because the two of you had all the time in the world to talk about... whatever this was, tomorrow.

But if you lost your sleepy state, he knew you'd never get it back, “You sleepy yet?" He asked, thoughtful, caring gaze watching you intently, making you nod.

"Mhmm," you hummed, "But, Eddie..."

"Yeah?" He prompted, eager to soak up each and every one of your words.

"I don't want this to be a one time thing," you admitted, shyly, your heart leaping out of your chest in excitement.

"Thank fucking God." Slipped past his lips unintentionally, causing a hearty giggle to bubble up within you, easing away all of your worries.

Pools of warmth swam in his gaze, fully melting into you. "Me neither, sweetheart," he whispered, starting the car again, engine humming to life.

He met you with a saccharine smile. "But we have all the time to talk about that tomorrow, promise."

It hung in the air, the promise, almost like a warm hug engulfing you. All the confirmation you need.

"You just go to sleep, now, honey, I'll carry you inside," he urged, pressing a light kiss onto your forehead.

"T-thank you," you hummed, resting your head comfortably, deep slumber not taking long to find you while he watched intently, mind still running with thoughts of you.

Both of you had no clue what would happen with this; yet, you were now sure that this wouldn't remain as a one-time thing.

After all, you had a hard time sleeping almost every night, thankfully, you would now have Eddie to fix that.

[little-diable]

Pleasure - Prof!Tom Riddle (smut)

Just a small Drabble about our fave fucked up, dark professor. Please like and reblog if you enjoyed reading this, your comments keep us writers motivated! Enjoy my loves. xxx

Summary: Professor Riddle threatens to fail the reader, something she won’t accept. Just pwp

Warnings: 18+, smut, piv, choking, degrading, orgasm denial, Tom being Tom, power imbalance

Pairing: Prof!Tom Riddle x fem!student!reader (1.2k words)

“You threaten to fail me? Are you out of your mind?” Her voice boomed through the class room, eyes set on the professor whose assistant she had been for the past months now. His piercing eyes didn’t meet hers, he kept his gaze set on the papers, correcting the homework she had collected minutes ago. All before he had dropped this bomb on her, telling (y/n) that she was about to fail his class. “Look at me!”

“Careful, (y/n).” His eyes snapped up to meet hers, voice sharper than a knife. He leaned back in the chair, arms crossed in front of his chest while staring at her like a snake about to snap at its prey. He had always been a dangerous man, a man whose aura was a warning itself, set on pulling her into his dark trap. But today he had something else to him, something even more ruthless.

“Tell me why!” She was fuming, set on letting go of a piercing scream. This must be a joke, a prank he was pulling on her - her grades were better than most, she was always on time, and when she was working for him, she did everything he asked of her.

“I don’t owe you any explanations. And your behaviour proves to me that you’re not mature enough to work on it. Leave.” (Y/n) didn’t move, she kept staring at Professor Riddle who slowly rose to his feet. A part of her screamed at her to leave, to run before it was too late, but the more stubborn part forced her to stand still and watch his every move. “Is this how you want to play? This is my last warning, (y/n).”

Her body was trembling in anger and need, all while her mind brought back flashes of a similar moment that had happened weeks ago. Back then she had left this room with trembling thighs and his handprint burned into her behind. The following hours had been spent hidden away in her room while pushing herself over the edge numerous times with his name burning on the tip of her tongue.

“I am not scared of you.” She cocked her head, chin pointed in his direction while she looked up at him. It was a foolish game she was playing - a game she was about to lose, but she didn’t care, couldn’t worry about any wins or losses, knowing that whatever would happen between them would count as a win in her book.

“You should be.” His ringed hand found her throat, tugging (y/n) in for a teeth clashing kiss. She moaned into the touch, unable to stop her hands from wandering, from finding the back of his neck to keep him close. (Y/n) felt her surroundings spin, throwing her into another dimension while the professor moved her backwards to heave his TA onto his table. With her legs wrapped around his waist, (y/n) kept him close, not daring to think of parting just yet. “You try to distract me with those pretty little things you wear, you try to make a fool out of me, but you’ll never have this much power over me. You’re mine, (y/n), I’m the one guiding you.”

She could only moan in delight, feeling his hand disappear beneath her skirt to press his fingertips against her clothed heat. Slowly, he began to circle her bundle through the fabric of her panties, feeling them grow damp beneath his touch. A soft chuckle let him, buzzing through both their bodies while his lips moved down her throat, sucking on the spots that drew moans from her.

“You’ve been asking for it for months, so now you’ll take my cock like the desperate slut you are. But I won’t let you cum, not this afternoon.” His words drew a protesting moan from (y/n), eyes wide while she stared at him. No words managed to pass her parted lips, unsure how to speak up as the sounds reaching her distracted (y/n).

Within seconds he had freed his cock, pushing a condom down his length before her panties were tugged aside. Her fingernails left crescent marks on the spot where his shoulder met his neck as he pushed into her, forcing her tight walls to adjust to him. A part of her wanted to beg him to slow down, to give her some moments to relax before taking all of him, but that part didn’t get a chance to speak up, silenced by her loud moans.

Professor Riddle fucked her ruthlessly, he was using her body, set on chasing his own high while sticking to his promise. Tonight he wouldn’t let her cum, at least not for a few hours before finding his way to her.

Tears streamed down her cheeks, dripping from her chin onto the back of his hand which was still holding her throat. She was torn between focusing on the way he perfectly stretched her, about to push her over the edge, and the way he held onto her all too possessively, leaving her heart jumping in excitement.

“This is why I need to keep you around, love.” The nickname had a condescending touch to it, leaving her gasping while she tried to focus on his words. “You’re all for me to use, all for my own pleasure.”

(Y/n) nodded her head while another gasp left her, head wanting to roll back - though without any luck as he kept holding onto her. She felt his cock tearing her apart with every thrust, drunk on the feeling of him fucking her this posessively. With moans ripping their way through her, she clawed at his skin, giving into the subconscious need to mark him up to have the same claim on him.

“What would you ever do without me, huh? You’re so needy, such a pathetic little girl.” She was close to letting go, high on the low tones of his raspy voice, on the way he spoke to her with spite and adoration dripping from his tongue. With one hand still clinging to him, she let the other find her pulsing bundle, circling it a few times to give herself the needed push. Something he instantly stopped her from doing after a second or two.

“I told you I won’t let you cum for now. I don’t make empty threats, love.” More tears fell from her eyes as she stared up at Professor Riddle. Her walls clenched his cock, hoping to pull him into her trap - something he didn’t seem to care for as he pulled out of her to cum on her thighs.

“You’ll wait for me tonight, and perhaps if you’re good, I’ll let you cum.”

[nekohooch]

Otakon was amazing. Finally getting to wear my Azem summoning circle gown in person was so much fun. I had multiple people stopping me to gush over my costume and people from HERE telling me they saw it online and were so excited to see it in person. I haven’t been to a con since right before the pandemic and it was so nice to come back to a space I love so much. My goal of someone knowing what I was without me explaining was reached (thanks to the ffxiv photoshoot)! And I can’t wait to see the pictures of the group photo shoot. I added more details to the costume and (minus the stars which were my nemesis falling off the whole day) everything was perfect.

The gown itself took about 100 hours total. 85 originally and 15 to add finishing touches. The top is gold lamé and the chiffon overlay was ripping so I removed it. I have a whole costume breakdown under the tag for the original dress creation.

The necklace has an Azem summoning stone that my fantastic friends brought me from Fanfest which I repurposed. The most added details are the stars. I felt the black spots between the p design and the beams was a bit too big and wanted something to bridge the gap. I also considered adding my statics job symbols in the circles but they keep changing jobs XD

I added some more filigree details to the main Azem design in the front of the gown and individual rhinestones to each of the right angle v filigree and each of the small mirrored circles that make up the big circles because I’m extra along with a gold ribbon for the hem

Then I decided to add lights

Again because I’m extra

I don’t have skill with LEDs so I used individual 6ft fairy lights with tiny battery packs. I painted each battery pack black because the white shows through the skirt especially when lit up. There are about 75-90 battery packs I lost count at 2 am on Wednesday honestly ahaha. I looped them twice up and down so the effect would be less spaced out but I might edit that in the future if I figure LEDs and how to get more powerful ones because they weren’t really strong enough for 10 hours (you can faintly see them in the pictures above) and I kept turning them off when I sat. I used the same petticoat but added a hoop skirt because I was wearing tennis shoes (sadly sensible instead of fashionable) instead of my platform boots.

When people complimented me I would ask if they wanted to see my favorite part (which is spinning) and the laughs and gasps of delight were fantastic. Overall I’m so fucking proud of this costume. Thank you to all of you fab people from the FFXIV coordination who said such kind things I’m so flattered and lovingly overwhelmed. It was an amazing return to cosplay.

[absolutebl]

This Week In BL - These Are the Days of Our BLs

Aug 2023 Wk 2

Being a highly subjective assessment of one tiny corner of the interwebs. Organized by which ones (in each category) I’m enjoying most.

Ongoing Series - Thai

Laws of Attraction (Sat iQIYI) 5 of 8 - They cute making heart eyes at each other, but could we get back to punching & slutty silk shirts? OMG the poor rich kid & the bodyguard who wants to hug him SO BAD are KILLING me. I did giggle & yell “punchy punchies” during the fight scene before the fire. But Charn is a diamond-encrusted evil-gorgeous gremlin beastie, isn’t he? 

Only Friends (Sat YT) ep 1 of 10 - NO SINGING, but also.. wristbands! Sand is great = smart, snappy & over this shit. (Tired Gay 2.0) Neo & Mark are a revelation, where’d that chemistry come from? Force playing a douchenozzle is damn delight. Plus a counter lift in the first ep? Boys, you’re spoiling me. Mew is the least interesting, but Book is still adorable. Ray is the least likable character, but since it’s Khao, he’s the most likable screen presence. In fact, I’m enjoying all the messy messy gays & I know all their types IRL. I wish we had some femme & swish rep tho. Is this Thailand’s Queer as Folk? Seems like. Is it good? Not sure. But it is FUN as hell. Still, I gotta say it… they all dance like straight boys. 

Hidden Agenda that isn’t hidden (Sun GMMTV YouTube) ep 5 of 10 - Zo just wants to turtle & avoid but Joke is not gonna allow that. GMMTV keeps having sub issues (usually fixed within a few days). 

Low Frequency (Sat iQIYI) ep 6 of 8 - I do like the psychic gay detective trope. It makes this show more interesting and enjoyable. But they solved the mystery awful fast. I guess different drama spins the final 2 eps? 

Be My Favorite (Fri YouTube) ep 12fin - It was fine. I was fine with it. A kind of Vice Versa situation. The usual with Jittirain, as it turns out, is pretty simple: one of her main characters is going to be a manipulative liar or extremely unlikeable or both. It got an 8/10 from me, but probably should get a 7/10 just because I’m so exhausted by this. But I have to be fair and judge each BL on its own & not in light of repeat author mistakes. Not much of a trash watch here. Final full review here. 

Dinosaur Love (Sun iQIYI) ep 7 of 10 eps - Boyfriend trip together. Terrible overalls. What the fuck? No. Meanwhile, perfect choice for college star. (Could Ton please lead out a new BL? I know I’m 0 for 2 with him but I’m willing to try again if he is.) I actually enjoyed this installment for a change. Perhaps “enjoy” is too strong a word. Not much happened, dog days of BL, perhaps that’s a good thing with Dino? 

Be Mine Super Star (Mon Viki) ep 6 of 12 - Mostly I was excited to watch this week because of Ben but there wasn’t much of him. Sadness. OK, I know it has STIFF competition but does this show have the worst music in BL, or is it just me? I still like Big Daddy & Hot Doc as characters but I am despairing over their arc (would we call it an arc?). All in all this week... Whatever.

Wedding Plan (Weds YT & iQIYI) ep 4 of 7 - I am officially being driven to drink. Trash watch is happening!

Ongoing Series - Not Thai

Jun & Jun (Korea Thurs Viki) 4 of 8 - This show makes me laugh so much. It is so damn cute. And there’s so much language play going on. THEN . . . JUST ADD SIMON. I love a good Simon. Who doesn’t love a good Simon? I know SO MANY Simons. Now 3 boys are circling the ingénue (who I suspect is less innocent than he appears). So much delightful competition, postering & flirting. “My Jun,” is he, Simon? You are a precious angular stalk man, aren’t you? Pacing is great with this show. Every week I can’t wait for the next installment, that’s a hallmark of the best KBLs. If the language stuff confused you as much as it did me here is an EXCELLENT post on the subject that will help. 

Stay By My Side (Taiwan Fri Gaga) 7 of 10 eps - Sweetest seme. He’s hurt & mad at his boy but still can’t help taking care of him. I do like the courting with snacks & sweet little notes. (It’d work on me.) YAY!  Reunion kisses & nuzzles!!! Snuggling!!!! Gah! Taiwan, I love you. These 2 aren’t your best kissers but their cuddling is off the charts. I guess we are just gonna be plotless messy gay bfs for the final 3 eps? That’s cool with me. 

Sing My Crush (Korea Weds iQIYI) 3-4 of 8 eps - it’s adorable, they’re adorable, I’m enjoying it a whole lot. It’s like a very soft, low-stakes Addicted. 

Love Class Season 2 (Korea Fri Viki) 10 eps - I liked Love Class 1 (more than most on Tumblr) & I normally don’t want 2nd seasons. But this has an entirely new cast (in the “Replay” model). I’m fine with a 2nd season that has little or nothing to do with the first. J-min is an interesting choice of idols but he’s doing an unexpectedly good job. (He is a truly great rapper, by the way.) Trigger warnings out the gate... also this is complicated. Ready? We got 3 queer besties: artist gay Hyun (J-min), shy cafe gay Minwoo (in love with), sunshine gym bunny bi slut Maru (represent, my brother). Then we got Mr Put-upon-TA (+ boy who saw him nekid). And the twist = all black otaku Kim An (used to tutor artist gay in high school = exes ghosting DRAMA). This last reads as a hyung romance. Which you know I love. But it also feels v dark. All of which is to say, I am intrigued but a little nervous over the tone. 

My Personal Weatherman AKA Taikan Yoho (Japan Sat Gaga) ep 1 of 8 - Classic JBL is back! This one is My Beautiful Man + Tokyo in April/Oh My Assistant. It’s odd and warped af but I like it. Very much has a the feel of old live action yaoi + VERY D/s. BRING IT JAPAN.

Minato's Laundromat Season 2 AKA Minato Shouji Coin Laundry Season 2 (Japan Thu Gaga) 6 of 12 eps - Shin is my sweet bean sprout and Minato should just boink him. Why all this waffling? I love the doctor. But mostly I’m as frustrated with this show as Shin must be in general. Minato 2- the season of blue balls.

Stay Still (Hong Kong Tues YouTube) 2 of 5 eps - I re-watched the first 2 eps & now find it a bit more comprehensible (yes 2: there is an ep 0). I don’t think we can expect this to end happy for either couple. It’s kinda sticky & grungy (in a way I’ve come to expect from the Philippines, although this is not as cluttered visually nor as brightly colored as the Pinoy stuff). I do kind of like that lived-in feeling, it reminds me of Taiwanese shorts. There is something very honestly queer about the primary leads (tattoo & babyface) in particular the way they dance queer? around each other: verbally, emotionally & physically - laying down breadcrumbs of gay for the other to follow. The secondary couple (reunion, cheating) is very sad. Although I do love a counter lift make-out sesh. (Occasionally Cantonese sounds like Vietnamese to me. Apparently I am not alone in this.)

Gossip - AKA P’ABL is Disappointed

I was gonna put a statement here but I just did it separately, earlier this week, since my ask box was overflowing regarding actor gossip and other stuff. 

Meanwhile, Stay With Me ended exactly as expected. Can’t say I didn’t warn ya. You watched this anyway? You got what was coming to you. I am entirely unsympathetic. 

 Next Week Looks Like This:

Look at that PACKED week. NIIICEEEE. 

Starting:

8/18 Dangerous Romance (Thai Fri GMMTC YT) 12 eps - Perth returns to lead out a BL, odds on that ever happening were slim. (Let alone Chimon.) Still here we are. Interesting times. Chimon plays a poor studious kid who hates the school bully but is forced to become his private tutor. Lurv results. 

8/19 Love in Translation (Thai Sat One31) 10 eps - Two strangers start working in a cafe together. Looks very pulp. No idea on international distribution. 

8/19 I Feel You Linger in the Air (Thai Sat Gaga) 12 eps - The time travel historical romance many of us have been waiting for. Adaption of y-novel by Violet Rain. Heartbroken architect is transported to the 1930s. From the producers of Lovely Writer.

8/20 My Universe series (Thai Sun iQIYI) 24 eps - This is sampler pack BL, 12 pairs, each pair gets 2 eps, not sure on the order they’ll drop. Known couples include EarthBank from Destiny Seeker and KaownahTurbo from Love Stage!!!, fresh faces otherwise. Jane to direct.

Still Coming in August 2023

8/22 Kisseki: Dear to Me formerly known as Miracle (Taiwan Tues ????) 13 eps - From screenwriter Lin Pei Yu (We Best Love, H3: Trapped) features a student doctor forced to take care of a gangster. I love the premise and like the writer, Viki or Gaga will get this one.  

8/23 Why R U? (Korean remake iQIYI) is supposed to be out this month, filming started in sept 22. I find everything about this hilarious. I mean if Korea remakes it, we lose all the sexy and then... would we have a story at all? No we would not. Not even for six short eps. It’d be like one of those mesh shopping bags.

8/24 Man Suang (Thailand movie, domestic cinema release) - historical drama about Thai burlesque with KP’s MileApo. 

2023 forthcoming BL master post (see comments, some are inaccurate, NOT KEPT UPDATED)

THIS WEEK’S BEST MOMENTS

Talking grandkids. Made me snicker. (Low Frequency.)

The waist grab that launched a thousand gifs (Laws of Attraction). Okay it was last week but I gotta chronicle it here in the weeklies. For science. 

Sing My Crush. They are so damn cute. 

Thank you for the counter action GMMTV, please Sirs, may I have another?

Captain snark in the house. Of course they handed the best and most complex pairing to these two. Well done GMMTV. (Only Friends) 

I really did not expect J-Min to be this good. (Love Class 2) 

(Last week) 

[emilysholster]

Lipstick (David Rossi x Wife!Reader)

Summary: you and David can’t stay off of each other during the car ride to an event

Warnings: NSFW, handjob, finger fucking, semi-public (car with a driver), dirty talk (with slight degrading), competitive (?), (fem!reader)

Translations: dolcezza (honey)

A/N: short fic loosely inspired by Beyoncé’s Partition

You stood in front of the mirror and admired your reflection. The jewel-toned dress you were wearing was floor length with a slit and fit your form perfectly. Your husband was being honoured at a gala tonight recognizing his and others’ contributions to criminology, and as his wife you wanted to ensure you looked the part.

You put on your diamond studs before heading downstairs to where David was pouring both of you champagne. He was dressed in a dark suit, his tie and handkerchief matching your dress. You could smell the expensive cologne he was wearing, the scent enveloping you as you approached him.

“There she is,” he grinned as he handed you a glass. “You are just stunning, Mrs. Rossi.”

David used a hand to spin you around as you giggled, admiring every angle of your form. He pulled you in close, about to press his lips to yours before you turned away.

“Ah, ah,” you tutted. “You are not smudging my lipstick tonight, Dave. Not when all of those important people are going to be at this gala.”

You pulled yourself away from his grip, much to his disappointment. Soon enough, the honk of the driver sounded from outside. The two of you headed out, where the driver was holding the door open for the two of you.

The gala was taking place at a fancy hotel downtown that was a bit of a drive from your secluded home. The view out the window was scenic, and the driver turned the radio up so that the car was filled with soft music.

You sighed softly as David pressed a kiss into your hair. You felt his mouth moving lower, working its way towards your neck as his hand reached up and caressed your breasts.

“David,” you warned.

“Well I’m not smudging your lipstick, am I?” He asked playfully.

“You know, it took me over an hour to get- oh,” you gasped softly when his mouth reached your neck, softly sucking at the sensitive skin.

“It’s not my fault, dolcezza.” David said against your skin, inhaling the scent of your perfume. “You look too beautiful not to touch.”

Your resolve was breaking quickly, especially since his hand was making its way up your leg through the slit of your dress. Blood rushed to your face when you heard the sound of the partition rolling up, realizing the driver was giving the two of you some privacy.

You bit back a moan when David slid your panties aside and began circling your clit with his fingers, making you squirm in your seat. “Don’t let the driver hear you,” he teased.

You could tell he was delighted at your predicament and you decided then that you wouldn’t be the only one coming undone in this car.

You reached towards his lap, to his surprise, and made quick work of unbuckling his belt. “What’re you-” David started, his fingers slowing their ministrations. He clenched his jaw to stop himself from moaning when you took his cock into your hand. You gave it a few strokes as it hardened, using your thumb to spread his precum over the tip. “Don’t let the driver hear you,” you smirked.

You began rhythmically pumping his cock in your hand, enjoying how much David had to restrain himself. He caught the glint in your eye and began circling your clit again, eager to see you come before he did.

“F-fuck,” you hissed as he teased your entrance before plunging in. You panted softly as David fucked you with his fingers, desperately trying not to make any incriminating sounds.

Wanting to win, you retaliated by quickening the pace of your strokes, feeling his cock begin to pulse in your hand.

“I know what you’re doing, Y/N, but you’re going to come on my fingers regardless.” David panted lowly into your ear while his thumb began circling your clit. “And in the back seat of a car too. You’re such a slut for me, sweetheart.”

It was a last ditch effort, knowing how his words would affect you. Fortunately for him, he was right, and he watched smugly as you came around his fingers.

Lost in pleasure, you met David’s lips with yours in a needy kiss. Both of you moaned as his tongue entered your mouth, just as you felt his cock twitch in your hand before he came. David groaned into your mouth as his cock oozed out cum, his hand gripping onto you tightly.

Pulling away, you quickly took his handkerchief from his pocket and used it to clean yourselves off as best you could. As David buckled his belt, you opened your phone’s camera and were surprised to find your lipstick mostly intact. Aside from a slightly damp forehead and a few flyaway hairs, your appearance didn’t give much away.

“See, I didn’t smudge it.” David winked at you, making you laugh. “I guess not.”

The car rolled to a stop and you looked out the window to see you’d arrived. The driver came around to open the door, and David got out before offering his hand to you.

You thanked the driver, who avoided eye contact with either of you. You and David tried not to laugh as you walked up the steps to the hotel, arm in arm.

“Room 1203,” he said suddenly. You looked up at him, curious.

David leaned in close just as you reached the hotel doors. “That’s where I’ll be doing more than just smudging your lipstick later tonight.”

[msperfectsheep-posts]

top 5 folk dances ? ^^

ROBIN DON'T MAKE ME PICK THIS IS LIKE PICKING A FAVORITE CHILD

Anyways. My top 5 Folk Dances: 1. Vjalla E Pllanes (Albania) This dance is so good. It has everything. It has scarves, it has a bunch of very unique figures that stand out from one another, there's a section where you just fucking SPIN for eight counts as much as you can, and the double-headed eagle is a classic. I love this dance so so much and it looks great.

2. Dance of Ikaria (Greece) EXACTLY THE SAME FOOTWORK as the Serbian dance Biserka/Bojarka and Romanian Boiereasca but I really love the Greek music specifically that was chosen for it. This dance is made to mimic the sound and feeling of waves crashing against the rocks of the islands old Greek monastaries were located on, including Ikaria! It's a dance where you intentionall mimic the feeling of being off balance, and the entire circle of dances sort of rocks back and forth like the barrel of a washing machine. In a small circle, the energy and feeling is so great that I literally feel like I am back in the Indian/Pacific ocean.

3. Ördög Útja (Drumul Dracului) (Csango Peoples, Romania/Moldova) Okay so I didn't credit Romania/Moldova alone here because there is a really important distinction to be made with the Csango Peoples: they are Not Romanian. They're of Hungarian descent and speak a Hungarian dialect, they just live In Romania. It's kind of like Opsa (below) where it's an immigrant group's work, but crediting Hungary entirely feels a little disingenuous, so there we go. Anyways, rant aside, this is the worst fucking dance I have ever danced (/aff). My folk dance group lovingly calls it the Fitness Gram Pacer Test of dances. You think you are done but you are Never Done. The footwork is actually pretty simple, but the real catch with this fucking dance is that it keeps getting faster and the songs can easily go one for over 5 minutes. Traditionally, this dance is done to hype everyone up for the big hunt, and they can easily do it for over twenty minutes straight. Me? I'll just die. We like to haze newcomers to our folk dance classes by having them go into this dance with no warning whatsoever and everyone hates us for it. It's one of our most popularly requested dances. The feeling is universal.

4. Opsa (Croatia/Serbian/USA) The thing with Opsa is that it is so stupidly simple. You just chat with your friends while you dance it! You hold hands, you chat, and whenever it's time to shout "OPSA!", you shout "OPSA!" I do not know what opsa means, and at this point I'm scared to ask. It's great. This dance is a great dance to start off the day, to end the day, or just for when you want to chat.

5. Sicilian Tarantella (Sicily) I was taught the Neapolitan Tarantella (Italy) first, and By God. That's definitely the harder but more "authentic" tarantella, but if you do not know how to dance in a ballroom position, then it is Hell. And let me tell you, most people do not know how to dance in ballroom position. However, the tambourines are always a delight, and the Sicilian Tarantella still retains a lot of the charm of the Neapolitan Tarantella while making it a lot more accessible to beginners. In a dance that relies on the fact that you at bare minimum have a partner, but ideally four people, you should either get a group of people who know how to dance or dance an easier version so people can still have fun. Anyways, that's my spiel.

Special mentions to: Das Fenster (Germany), T'smidje (Beligium), Eastbourne Rover (England), High Green Mountain (Taiwan), Istanbul Bar (Turkey/USA), Udarata Kandukara (Sri Lanka), and Fado Português de Nos (Portugal)

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(I'm @beanghostprincess btw this is just my main acc) Please please, I need more ideas of yours for the headcanon of Sabo being deaf in one ear. Because the reblog you wrote was awesome and I desperately need more of it. Besides, I would love to make it a bit angstier and write about him struggling but I don't have any experience with this and I think your opinions would be great <3333

AAAAA IM SO GLAD YOU LIKE IT NJSDNIJSXN OK OK BUT IF YOU WANT ANGST YOU GOTTA KNOW HOW HALF DEAFNESS WORKS. I don’t mind explaining this shit so dw I’m giggling as I write this.

I will say as a like, heads up I was born deaf in one ear Sabo lost it later on so I’m not 100 right but shut up self projection whoop whoop. I can to what I want. You can at least be half right with this information.

So unlike regular deafness it’s important to note Sabo still has one perfectly working ear. An ear that works overtime.

You need two ears to be able to figure out where noises come from cause it will be slightly louder and softer in each ear ect (idk man). Sabo doesn’t have that hence why my thought of needing Koala to be a quick guide for him. Without her help, he’s just gotta look around till he figures out what made the noise. Obviously he doesn’t have to worry too much about sneak attacks n shit cause of Haki but like. A enemy transponder snail calling and Koala is gone? He’s spinning in a circle and moving his head around till the noise gets louder and he can figure out WHERE THE FUCK IT IS.

This plus a pinch of paranoia and left on his own? Delectable. Hearing noises like distant gunshots, explosions, footsteps but can’t sense anyone and can’t figure out where they are or even where to go to help? Horrifying. ESPECIALLY A YOUNGER SABO NEW TO THIS DISABILITY.

Also in social settings this can be super tiring as in loud spaces all that noise is going into one ear and can make hearing one person trying to talk to you directly nearly impossible and rather overwhelming, that’s why I find the Luffy being loud enough to hear in a crowd delightful. There’s no strain cause Luffy is just that loud. But like. Ya know, War zones are pretty loud. And when you’re reaching your stress and social battery limit and you suddenly can’t seem to hear your best friend over the sound of canonballs? I’d be pretty damn close to tears too Sabo.

Also for a short while kid Sabo was probably easily snuck up on at least till he adjusted cause he can’t tell what side people are coming from. And when you get jumpscared cause you didn’t hear someone multiple times in an hour? It makes you feel like ASS

OH!!! Another juicy thing you could use is stripping him of his sight (as in a blindfold or a dark room) and forcing him to rely on his poor hearing to navigate. He can’t hear what’s going on and when you’re stripped of your senses it’s very easy to panic since your body can’t readjust itself.

Dude there is SO MUCH ANGST TO PLAY WITH.

Anyways as a little fluff palette cleanser: The revs obviously learned to adjust to their chief of staff’s disability and Sabo’s personal transponder snail wiggles when it’s ringing so he can know it’s his snail ringing not someone else’s. Any snail given to Sabo must be trained for this.

Ok fr though I hopes this helps! Feel free to ask more about this or ask me more specific things when it comes to your writings if you’re unsure I am always happy to help!!

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fuck it stargirl episode ranking. yes! all thirty-nine of them!

3x03 "the blackmail": i don't have a cool justification i'm sorry i just love the crocks and i think the fight scene is fantastic. i don't even care that we can see the stuntpeople's faces it's absolutely delightful to me.

1x08 "shiv part two": ultimate comfort episode for me. what if two autistic people had to go undercover? what if a woman tried to fuck a man under a sink? just a few of the many questions asked by this episode

2x04 "summer school chapter four": crusher and paula should be allowed to do whatever they want. also the scene where dickie gets in an argument with a child in a bookstore is pretty good

1x11 "shining knight": this is the best episode of the show. like full stop. this is the best one. it isn't the highest rated on imdb. it isn't my favorite. but it is 100% the best episode of the series.

3x12 "the last will and testament of sylvester pemberton": i have probably Never gone crazier at an episode of television in my life. getting to the ending is excruciating because the first chunk is a "pat experiences ableism" simulator but oh baby. when the musical sting hits it hits

1x02 "s.t.r.i.p.e.": this episode is nearly perfect. why is there a two minute long one-take sequence in the middle of it? don't ask questions

1x01 "stargirl"/"pilot": this is one of the best cape show pilots of all time. i think doom patrol's is better but it's easily on the flash pilot level, probably higher. tells you everything you need to know: courtney rules. pat has autism. if you celebrate christmas you WILL die of supervillains attacking you. what more can you ask for

2x03 "summer school chapter three": mike should be allowed to do whatever he wants whenever. you can tell how much fun everyone had shooting this so even if luke wilson is Not looking at his mark in the slightest it's still good.

1x10 "brainwave jr": i get why this is the highest ranked episode on imdb but it is funny that it set the tone for james robinson writing episodes where he kills people in a tunnel. the scene at the beginning with barb where she's struggling not to break down is an under-appreciated bit that is so fucking good.

1x03 "icicle": the tonal shift is great. i wish hootie had come back.

1x05 "hourman and doctor mid-nite": ending scene alone puts this here. thank you cameron gellman

1x06 "the justice society": i really like it when crusher throws paula as a weapon at a group of children

2x06 "summer school chapter six": the fight choreography is off the charts. i wish that isaac's actor knew how to act and eclipso didn't run away like that.

2x08 "summer school chapter eight": oh my g-d. oh my g-d. jesus christ. oh my fucking g-d

2x02 "summer school chapter two": dickie's entrance to the show means that despite how unmoved i am by much of this episode i will forever adore it. he is so deeply weird from second one.

3x02 "the suspects": i could watch dickie make fun of anybody for hours at a time

3x07 "infinity inc part one": i could watch dickie make fun of anybody for hours at a time

3x08 "infinity inc part two": i could watch dickie make fun of anybody for hours at a time. also CARCHARO MENTIONED

2x11 "summer school chapter eleven": courtney clapping at cindy and going "AND HOW DID THAT GO FOR YOU?" about controlling eclipso after they both get stuck in the monster dimension is one of the funniest scenes in the show

3x13 "the reckoning": way better finale than other cape shows, which is fortunate for me and unfortunate for those other shows. just a really nice sendoff. i like that they bring it full circle by having kids murder someone in this one, too.

1x07 "shiv part one": the fight choreography in the courtney/cindy fight is so good. i think it's overlooked because it's a 1v1 fight but that spinning long take is really fantastic imo and i love the setting of the school gym outfitted for the dance.

1x04 "wildcat": yolanda baby :(

2x09 "summer school chapter nine": yet another episode that's a "pat experiences ableism" simulator and it is upsetting to watch but also john wesley shipp is there and it's quite well done all around. points detracted because whatever his name is that plays cameron can't act to save his life and his scene partner (an actual teenager) is absolutely killing it

3x01 "the murder": extremely good episode i love my friends i genuinely smile so big thinking about it

1x12 "stars and s.t.r.i.p.e. part one": i want to fuck crusher so bad for that garage scene and that's why it ranks higher than the s1 finale

1x13 "stars and s.t.r.i.p.e. part two": what if there was a liberalification beam.

3x11 "the haunting": obviously the setup of this episode makes me want to punch walls but artemis' screaming and breakdown at the end puts this a cut above other episodes

2x07 "summer school chapter seven": YOLANDA BABY :(

2x01 "summer school chapter one": i can't stop thinking about that person on reddit who accidentally watched this episode first and was like "why is the show so bad at exposition" not realizing it's because they didn't see season one

1x09 "brainwave": good episode ranked this low because of the evil dinner scene being one of the worst things put to film

2x10 "summer school chapter ten": dickie is really good in this but i'm not a huge fan of this conflict for pat and courtney. however i do enjoy pat getting heated for once

2x12 "summer school chapter twelve": pat torturing matt rules and i like when beth and charles metaphorically type on the same keyboard to hack something faster

3x10 "the killer": fine episode. ranked this low because the last four minutes of it never aired and definitely don't make me listen to classic decemberists song "we both go down together" on repeat

2x13 "summer school chapter thirteen": jakeem rules mike rules rick calling in a buddy to fight for him rules but i don't care about eclipso

3x04 "the evidence": we're getting into episodes i don't really care for. i do like charles though

3x09 "the monsters": i don't care about dctv cameron

3x06 "the betrayal": i don't care about dctv cameron. however pat enjoying lutefisk is good

3x05 "the thief": i don't care about dctv cameron

2x05 "summer school chapter five": It's Just Not A Very Good Episode Guys i don't know what more you want from me

if you read through all of this thanks. several of these are actually tied with each other to be honest so if parts of this seem interchangeable, that's why.

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Kinktober Volume 5: For the List

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Minors stay out of this portion of the library.

Synopsis: Public sex, fun couple, established couple, fuck it list, SMUT, Halloween, standing, costumes.

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“It’s still two months until Halloween.” He whined, pouting dramatically while you finished getting ready. “Do we have to go to get costumes today? I want sleep. I need sleep and cuddles.”

“Loser, it’s 3 weeks until Halloween and your dumbass signed us up for the costume contest at your work party. So, no cuddles for you until we find a good couple's costume.”

“No shit?” He asks, grabbing his phone to check the date. “Holy fuck, it is 3 weeks.” His pout returns as he realizes you are indeed correct. “Fine. I’ll get a shirt and shoes on, but you're taking me to lunch later.”

Taking him to a Halloween store was equivalent to taking a toddler to a toy store. He would not sit still. Darting from one side of the store to the next, actively calling “Baby look!” at everything that caught his attention for more than 2 seconds. Finally arriving at the couple's costumes, you start to peruse through the selections. Grabbing a few choices and placing them in the hand basket, before setting off to find your overactive boyfriend. 

The decor lining the walls was typical, huge scarecrows with glowing eyes, cackling witches, and the occasional motion-censored jump scare. Finally spotting the dressing rooms, you turn around, continuing to search for the idiot you love. Standing in the middle of all the animatronics, you pull out your phone to call him. Turning around, a dumbass in a Ghost face mask jumps in front of you, causing you to jump and almost drop your phone. His belly-shaking laugh causes you to roll your eyes as the realization hits that the dumbass is, in fact, your dumbass.

“Oh baby, you should have seen your face!” He laughs again, pulling the mask up. “Don’t be mad, don’t be mad.” He pleads, taking your hands in his and kissing them. 

“I’m not mad, you just scared me.” you reply, shaking your head. “Now for your punishment, you have to come try on these costumes with me.” Grabbing his hand, you begin to pull him toward the dressing rooms. 

“I thought you weren’t mad. Why am I being punished?” he whines, again like a toddler not getting a toy.

“Two changing rooms, please,” you say, walking up to the girl at the counter. She pulls a single earbud out of her ear as she eyes you up and down.

“What?” She snaps, giving you a look that says you just ruined her entire day. 

“We’d like to try these on,” you say again, motioning to the basket.

“Yeah whatever,” she says, putting her earbud back on, “Grab a curtain or two, that way.” She flips her wrist in the direction of the changing rooms. 

“Thank you so much for your help and hospitality.” Your boyfriend says, grabbing your hand and pulling you towards the changing area. “Wow, she was delightful.”

A giggle escapes you as he pulls a curtain back and allows you to walk inside. “Which one am I trying first?” He asks, holding out his hands. Placing the Ken doll costume in his hands, he walks to the next curtain as you begin to change into Barbie. 

“I like it!” He yells, jumping out from behind the ‘wall’ curtain to show off. “Whoa.” He says, his eyes widening as he takes in your tight blue aerobics outfit. “It’s a little tight.” You say, pulling at the fabric before feeling it retract against your skin.

“Okay, Barbie, no go for the party.” He says before taking the next costume and disappearing behind the curtain again. 

“Really?” His voice cuts through the curtain as you spin around in a circle, trying to adjust your wings. “Peter Pan and Wen-”

He stops as you turn, finally situating them as you come into his full view. 

“Not Wendy, Tinker Bell,” you answer, pulling the dress down a bit to cover your very exposed thighs.

“Well, hello, Tinker Bell.” He says, walking over and running his hands down the very line you just adjusted. “I will gladly wear tights if you are in that the whole evening.” 

“I’m not sure if that would work honey,” you state taking in and motioning to his hardening length, “I’m afraid the Lost Boy going to want to come out to play.”

Pushing him back into his dressing room, you begin to try on the next outfit. 

“I feel like a tool.” He proclaims again, moving back the curtain and stepping inside your portion of the changing rooms. “A butler darling, really? It’s a little cliché.”

“Cliché, yes but also a classic.” You say, turning toward him in your maid outfit. His eyes grow wide as he sweeps his them from your head to your toes, a small blush creeping onto his plump cheeks. 

“I take it back, I like cliché.” He mutters, grabbing the ends of the skirt and rubbing it between his fingers. 

“Definitely not appropriate for your work party, though. When I bend over, you can clearly see my ass cheeks.” You say, bending over to show him, without thinking. A sigh leaves his lips as he caresses your bottom. “You can’t do that. Lost Boy definitely wants to play now.” Wrapping his arm around your waist, he pulls you close. You feel his breath tickle your neck before he attaches them to your neck, hitting that sweet spot instantaneously.

“Stop it,” You playfully scold him as you swat his hip, his lips still nipping and sucking on your neck. “We’re in public.”

Turning you around in his arms, he brings his lips to yours, and pecks them softly before leaning down and whispering in your ear, “This is the noisiest store we’ve ever been in. No one will even know. And do you really think Miss Sunny Sunshine out there is not only going to hear, but actually give a shit about what’s going on in here?” His warm breath ghosts across your skin, causing goosebumps to rise in its wake. 

Thinking about the atmosphere, you walked through earlier, his reasoning wasn’t wrong. You could barely hear what was going on in the next aisle, much less anything back here. Not to mention, the store wasn’t crowded at all, since you arrived a little after opening. No one would need the dressing rooms for a while, so the idea wasn’t a bad one. 

“Wasn’t something like this on our ‘fuckit list’?” He mutters before pressing open-mouthed kisses onto your neck. He knew full well it was something he added to the list you had made last year. The list contained all the sexual kinks, locations and scenarios you both would like to experience in your lifetime. So far, you had checked off a little over a dozen of them. “Please baby,” he whimpers almost pouting, “I don’t think I can wait. I promise I’ll make it fast and quiet.” After so long together, you knew he had every card up his sleeve to be able to accomplish both those things. 

“We’re gonna have to buy these, you know that, right?” You say, pulling the fabric of his pants down, allowing his hardness to smack against the costume.

“Done. Then we can check off the role-play situation later.” Your lips reattach as he picks you up, pushing your back up against the only wall in the small room. “Hold onto that bar, baby.” He says, motioning to the secured clothing rack hanging directly above you. Gripping the bar just hard enough to support yourself, he deftly moves the small fabric covering your sex to the side, efficiently sliding in with a quick snap of his hips. “God, you feel like heaven, every fucking time.” He mutters, pistoning his hips into you with every word. Biting down on your lip to keep the sounds from falling out, your eyes roll back at the sudden onslaught of pleasure. In this position, you’re able to feel every ridge and vein on his delicious cock. It’s enough to make your mouth water. Tightening his grip on your ass, he begins to move you up and down his shaft. 

The moan that wants to escape is too great, you bring your head to the side, attaching your lips to your own bicep in an attempt to stifle them. His hips never cease their assault, as his arms drag you up and down, slamming you onto his cock with each descent. Your arms begin to shake from the position, bringing one down in an attempt to relieve the tingling feeling. Lowering you down to the floor, he leaves your warm walls only for a second as he turns you back around and bends you over. “Stay like that, baby. Fuck, you look so sexy.” His hands cascade over your ass before he slams himself back into you, adopting the same brutal pace. The mixture of fear of getting caught and the pleasure coursing through you has your orgasm making a speedy appearance. “Babe, babe, babe,” you quietly chant, feeling him push in harder with each thrust, just like you like. “Cum, baby, let go. Let me feel you.” He whimpers, smacking your ass and sending you over the edge. Your walls constrict around him as you bite down on his hands that quickly cover your mouth. “Fff-uuu-cc-kk” his moan is breathy and heavy as his own orgasm fills you. Pulling you closer to him and standing you upright, his fingers delicately brush your clit, causing you to jump and moan again. “I fucking love you.” He says grabbing your phone from your bag hanging on the wall. “Picture time baby. This is definitely one for the ‘fuckit book’.” He raises the phone and takes a photo of you both. Him still flush against your body with his member still inside. Another rule of checking off the ‘fuckit list’, it had to have evidence, so no arguments would arise in the future. Slowly pulling out of you, he readjusts your clothing to cover you properly before kissing your lips, nose, and forehead. 

“I love you.” You say, pulling him closer in time to feel his stomach growl. 

“How about we get the Ghostface outfit, and you can be a victim from the movie. Then we go get lunch?” He asks hopefully. At your nod, he jumps back into his own room to change with a “Yay!”

He truly is your idiot.

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( ❀ ) ˙ ˖ manwë ⠀〳 námo⠀ ❜࿔

· ⊰ synopsis. námo's signature silent treatment seems like one of his many tactics to get the attention of his lover. who aims to leave námo the furthest thing from quiet ( minors dni ៸៸ sexual content ៸៸ explicit language ៸៸ penetrative sex ៸៸ creampie )

· ⊰ note. I am very aware that I've written only one thing so far for these two but you know what, I can't help it. I love them so much, I need this self indulgent piece. hope you enjoy! this is so random but listen. . . them

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"Do you like that, darling?"

"Mmm — Just. . . Shut up and start moving,"

Námo's groan sparks into a short-lived yelp. Pink rises onto the pale skin of his thigh and he shudders as Manwë rubs a soothing thumb over the flesh he just smacked.

"Now that's not very — ngh. . ." lowering himself further onto his beloved, he traps the Vala between the sheets and himself. Flushing Námo's stomach flat against the mattress as their hips meet in slow ministrations. " — nice of you, is it dear?" 

Dark nails claw into the pillow's casing as the Fëantur limps his head into its softness. He would never get over the feeling of Manwë on top of him, touching him, inside of him. His cock rubs against the fabric of the bed, reminding him just how sensitive he is to everything the king does. 

Taking a moment to relish in the feel of Námo's tightness around him, the other leans down to press kisses along his ear. Trailing down his neck and to his shoulders. Strands of white hair tickle and graze as large hands roam every inch of him. Worshipping the master of fate below him. 

"All good?" Manwë breathes, fingers trembling. He's barely holding onto a thread with how his beloved clenches and spasms around him. 

"Manwë," the other returns with a rasp. His brows twitch, fingers trembling. "Just. . . mmm, just fuck me already — ngh!"

Viridian hues loop back into his skull and his back arches in response to the new pace dealt upon him. Námo can all but claw, cling and crumble as the king gives to him what he so desperately desires. A fevered, tempered slapping sound fills the marble bed chamber, followed by their symphonies of intertwined melodies. Manwë's nails dig and leave crescent marks upon pale thighs as his lips adorn and his teeth attack. Marking up the Vala as his. His beloved. His mate. 

"Like that, my darling slut?" 

"There," gasping, Námo's voice soon falls into a brief whine. "Th-There, Manwë. . . right there." 

His body curves so prettily. Yet in the Elder King's eyes, the true beauty was the sounds of his lover's pleasure. How his voice that typically remained near nonexistent now flowed freely. Moans, gasps, whimpers — Manwë made sure to fuck all those delightful sounds out of him. Eager to elicit more of Námo's sweet voice, he happily obliges and angles his hips. Stimulating that one, shattering bundle of nerves that has Námo clinging onto the pillow for dear life and biting back his cries. 

"Y-Yes — yes," 

"Yes — ngh, what, darling? Does it feel good? Am I fucking you good enough?"

"Yes, my lord!" 

There it is. The title he's heard throughout his many years of existence. Yet when it fell from Námo's swollen, parted lips, it left Manwë's head spinning. Drawing out a side to him that has his hands clamping down onto the Fëantur's hips and quickening his pace until he was practically pounding his poor, spluttering lover into the mattress. 

"M-Manwë — Manwë, ahn —" heat pours into his lungs and his pitiful moans turn into a needy rasp when he feels a new pressure around his cock. He needn't look down to know that Manwë's hand now stroked and played with his sensitive flesh. Pressing his thumb down onto Námo's tip and rubbing quick, cruel circles. Egged on by the slick feel of precum coating the pad of his finger.

 "You're so good for me," his voice brushes and tickles Námo's ear. "Is this what you wanted? Is this why you gave me that foolish —" he accentuates with a particularly sharp thrust against that spot, relishing in Námo's crumbling. " — silent treatment?" 

Yet he receives no answer. How can he when the fate master finds himself in cloud nine? Climbing up to his well-awaited high as he calls for his king's name on repeat. Like a broken, slurred record. 

"What's that? Where's that silence now, my darling slut?" Manwë's chuckle is hoarse, low, as he pulls Námo's hips up so that those quaking knees are forced to support themselves. "Not so silent when you get what you want hmm? Mmm. . . Not so silent when I'm fucking the brat out of you, huh?" 

He'll admit it.

The Lord of Mandos will admit it.

He is a brat. A stubborn one at that. And when he doesn't get the attention he's craved for ages, he knows exactly which strings to pull. Which buttons to press. The perfect combination of stubbornness and wit to get exactly what he wants — to be desired. Touched. Pounded into the sheets until all he could do was whimper his beloved's name. 

Námo all but nods, or at least, what looked like a nod — as his body rakes with tremors. He knows he won't hold out for much longer. Not with the way Manwë's hands roam him, alternating between toying with his length and circling his pierced nipples. It's almost embarrassing how easily Manwë can pull him apart, unravel him. As though Námo were nothing more but putty in his hands. Yet he would choose to be reduced to such a state if it meant he belonged to the Elder King. And if the Elder King belonged to him. 

"S-S'close, Manwë. . ." Glistening eyes flutter and Námo's hand tries to trail back but is sighted and caught by the other's. Who pins his wrist down and intertwines their fingers as his thrusts shallow. Prompting Námo's back to slope further and his head to toss back. "Cumming. . . I-I'm cumming, please," he whimpers. 

"Please what?" His lover murmurs to his red-tinted ear. 

"Please, m-my lord. Oh please, fuck — p-please Manwë. Manwë!" 

With such delightful begging, how could he refuse? 

Manwë's hand returns to his lover's cock, pumping in time with his thrusts and stimulating Námo's tremulous fána to the heavens. Eliciting a string of wanton praises and pitiful pleas. All of which the king drinks up and bites down on a pale shoulder to muffle his own shuddering gasps and moans. His pace quickens, fingers tightening, muscles tensing and with a final cry from his beloved — his force knocks the fronts of Námo's thighs back against the sheets. A wetness squirts against Manwë's hand, and he feels that same fluid escape Námo's clenching hole as the king himself spills. Filling up the Fëantur as promised and groaning out into the air as his teeth finally release Námo's shoulder. 

Their melodies merge once more, shuddered gasps, hushed moans and desperate rasps for air leaving both of their lips before they finally collapse. Námo first, who groans as Manwë follows in suit, squishing him against the now wet sheets and a warm fána. Not that Námo particularly minds, not in this moment, at least. 

It takes a minute or two for each to process their recent highs. Yet the king still manages to press delicate kisses onto his beloved as delicate fingers worm out Námo's last rivulets of cum. Coaxing out a few more whimpers from the dark haired Vala as he eases both of them out of orgasmic bliss. 

As Manwë pulls out, he witnesses his essence spill down those pale thighs littered in red marks. He cannot help but raise a hand, brushing a delicate fingers over a quivering hole and chuckling as Námo squirms and fusses at him. 

"You know," he breathes a starts as he collapses beside the other and pulls him into his warm embrace. "If you wanted this you could have just asked." Azure eyes turn to meet Námo's shut lids, who manoeuvres to nestle his head against Manwë's chest. He says nothing, and for a moment the Vala who holds him questions whether the silent treatment has started once again. 

"Or is it that this is simply the more fun way, my little raven?" 

Awaiting a response, Manwë considers the possibility of the other having fallen asleep. If not for the slight curl of Námo's lips that leaves him chuckling and pressing a gentle peck to him. "I'll take that as a yes."

"It is easier sometimes, you are far too busy these days." Námo flutters his eyes open, still hazed from pleasure as he finds comfort in the white wing that drapes upon him with its feathers gracing his heated skin. He knows not of the pang that stings Manwë's heart, but catches the assumption at the gentle squeeze he soon receives. 

"Apologies, my love," Manwë's murmurs, pressing feathered kisses upon Námo's lips before nuzzling into his dark hair. "Mm, I accept penance in —" "Getting your back ruined?" 

Clicking his tongue, Námo swats the chuckling king's chest, who does nothing but take the hand and press a kiss over the quartz band on his finger. "Relax, my darling raven." Manwë whispers, pressing another peck to his brow as his thumb runs over the promise ring. The vow that one day, he will call Námo his husband. 

"Just. . . Refrain from giving me the silent treatment again."

"I will think about it."

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⊹ ۪ ࣪ ᥫ᭡ 781 rishen / bttm amab/afab!reader ꒱ you've been struggling to keep up with exam season, so you ask your nerdy boyfriend to help you with studying. . . but you had the idea for a bit of a twist. and being the indulger he always was, of course he played along ( mantis-moth-spider monster x reader, hero x reader )

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your boyfriend was always the sweetest. tender smiles. gentle pecks. soft fingers brushing your hair back and stroking along your eyebags - a product of your excessive late-night studying.

he’d offered to help numerous times. after all he was well aware of your constant struggle between life and books. so when you approached him on the matter, yet voiced your opinion on taking a different approach. . . who was he to deny?

those delicate fingers. now digging red nails into your jaw.

maroon hues once brimming with warmth for you now dripped with a distain that made you clench around his throbbing cock. your back arches off of the bed in the slightest - if only to be shoved back down into dark sheets by his now calloused grip.

“don’t,”

the hiss in rishen’s voice sounds almost feral. like a mantis ready to pounce on its prey. his hybrid traits must be out and shining, no doubt.

you see it in the way his fangs grow. his pupils constrict into those sharp slits as he smacks a rough clout to the back of your thigh.

“haven’t earned that now have you? dumb girls/boys don’t deserve to cum. certainly don’t deserve to buck their little hips either.”

your head hangs back into the mess of pillows and sheets when his hips give an abrupt jerk into yours. balls slapping against your poor cunt/ass as it spasms around him. earning a low groan from the depths of his throat when he feels you gummy walls nursing that one vein on the underside of his cock.

curly hair brushes against your quivering face as he leans down. the heat of his breath fanning against your neck. his movements completely still. giving you no friction nor satisfaction.

only a glare with those steadily scarlet-turning eyes.

“let’s try again. since all you’re good for is being a whore.”

a click in his jaw and his grip tenses around your soft face.

“section 4, chemistry of biomolecules.” he heaves. releasing your hip to pinch and twist at your nipple. earning a whining whimper from you. “focus.”

“which of the following monosaccharides gives an optically inactive product upon oxidation with HNO3?”

the question stings your ears. the constant circling around and attempting so desperately to find the correct answer left your head spinning. yet it was nothing compared to the heavy feel of his cock filling you to the brim.

he lists of the multiple choices so calmly. steadily. as though he isn’t balls deep inside of you and feeling the delightful squeeze of your spasming walls.

“a to d, which is it?”

your mind swims. your thighs absentmindedly clenching — but he forces them open with a warning spank. leaving a sting on your flesh; akin to another pinch on your nipple.

“r-rishen -” you whine.

“you gonna give me an answer, cariño?”

the fury of snapping hips starts again. wet, erratic slapping echoing through the dorm room as he shallowly, cruelly, pounds your tightness. his thumb pressing against your lower lip and against the tip of your tongue. hand tightening around your jaw as he cranes down.

“or am I gonna have to fuck it out of you?”

the grunt through clenched teeth followed by the merciless jamming of his hips against yours has you crying out. clawing your fingers into the soft sheets. into his bronze shoulders. whatever you could.

the knot in your tummy tauts.

quicker. higher. almost there.

your nerves prick. eyes cross.

.

and then it all stops. your boyfriend halts. stuffing you full once more, but not even trying to push you through your orgasm that frustratingly fizzled out.

“-i-ish - en!” you sob his name against his thumb. it only presses down harder on your tongue, making you drool and cry.

all he does is lean down over you. that glare still evident in his eyes.

“are all you good for is taking cock? can’t even answer a simple fucking question?”

a flick to your clit/tip has you hiccupping and your cruel, mean boyfriend withdraws his thumb. smearing the string of saliva down you chest and thumbing your nipple before returning his grip to your jaw.

“answer. a to d. which is it?”

a cold smile finds his lips.

“know you’re just a dumb little slut but come on. answer it for me, won’t you?”

the grind of his dick into that sensitive bundle of nerves is motivation enough. the promise of climax only a reach away. all he needs in the correct answer.

but poor you. you don’t know the answer. so you’ll guess.

hope.

“b - i-is it b?”

a thumb finds your clit/tip in slow, agonising circles.

“what’s b, baby? say it for me.”

your eyes cross. pleasure shooting through those throbbing nerves and drawing a small sob from your lips. one that he makes sure to smother with a few kisses.

“D. . . D-mannose?”

the look in your eyes shine with desperation. please be correct. please be right. you’re not sure how much longer you could take without cumming.

a small twinge of hope flutters your heart as a gentle caress finds your face. tracing down to squeeze and massage at your chest. trace along the trembling skin of your torso - before returning to your face.

he leans down to kiss you in a way that makes your mind say you’ve gotten it right. finally. a correct answer.

but the abrupt tightness beneath your jaw and the shoving of your head into the pillows tells you otherwise. the pressure of his grip enough to force a few spluttered chokes from your lips.

“dios, you’re s’fucking stupid, huh?”

a laugh. breathless. cold. his lips pulled into a callous grin. brows twitching in a way that made you clench around him again.

“the answer is c. D-galactose.” a smack of his hips. followed by a slew of rough rolls against that one. damned spot that has you keening.

“is that so difficult baby? we went over this. studied this - but I guess you’re just too focused on my dick huh?”

the bed creaks under merciless snapping. headboard jerking against the wall as he aggressively fucks into your tight walls. angling his thrusts to send a flurry of wet slapping and your pitiful whines through the room.

“always just thinking ‘bout my dick hmm? rather be stuffed full than get good grades yeah baby? awww yeah I know, I knooowww. such a dumb little girl/boy.”

“r-rish - issheen! a-anh!”

desperately, your hands try to claw up to him. cling onto his arm as his frantic thrusts bounce your body. but poor you, all you can do is crumble into the sheets and seek refuge in them instead. back involuntarily arching as he holds you down so firmly by the throat.

rishen does not even try to stop you this time. he lets you squirm. lets you arch. quiver. cry. as he fucks your tight little hole as though he hates you. fucks an orgasm right out of you.

and all he does? chuckles at the way you cream all over him and yourself.

“what’s wrong? thought you wanted me to fuck this tight little pussy/ass? isn’t that all you’re good for? should just quit classes and be my little cocksleeve.”

he bends down over you. two clawed hands snatching your waist so that he can pound you into the sheets. his own mouth falling open in a few gasps and groans. eyes shutting in pleasure.

even though your release has long washed over you - he fails to halt. ramming into you again - and again. making your eyes roll back. your mouth part and drool.

his name and short please’s and I’m sorries is the only thing that falls from your lips.

“oh, you’re sorry?”

a harsh snicker greets you. along with a smack to your clit/ass.

“sorry for what?”

his thumb resumes its place in your mouth. against the back of your tongue while the rest of his fingers dig into your jaw. using the momentum to rise his body and fuck you harder. squirt your pitiful cum all over the sheets and his skin.

damn that stamina of a hero.

“sorry for being a dumb little thing? sorry for - ngh - being a good f’nothing cumdump? yeah?”

his balls aggressively slap against your skin. he’s pumped you full more times than you can count - squirting the mixture of your climaxes from your tight walls with every feral thrust.

and he grins again. fangs pronounced and pupils shrunk as degradations flow from those typically sweet lips so easily.

“I’d say I’m fucking your brains out but you don’t have any of those huh baby? yeah.”

you’re not sure how much longer he went on for. at some point he’d flipped you over on your stomach and somehow fucked you even harder from behind. messing your thighs in a thick slick of your combined fluids. whispering the most degrading of things to your ear.

if you could simply lay beneath him forever, you would.

not having to worry about grades. simply being his little cocksleeve every day after he came home from uni and work.

his dumb little darling. his stupid little slut, as he calls you.

but that doesn’t mean he won’t caress your face so gently when it is all over. when he finally pulls his cock from your sensitive, raw walls. grunts at the slick of cum stringing all over his dick.

as though you were trying to keep him inside. beg him to pound you senseless a few more rounds.

those cold eyes would melt into a warm affection. calloused hands rub soothingly along your trembling skin as he turns you to face him.

“did that help baby?”

even his tone of voice returns. sweet and tender and he thumbs at your face. those cruel grins and sharp glares nowhere to be seen.

like a light switch.

“did so good for me. you know that? qué chica/chico tan guapa, yeah? mhhm.” ( such a pretty girl/boy )

a kiss to your eyelid. a squeeze to your hips. he’ll scoop you up to cuddle you in a long bath of comfort and praise.

as though he wasn’t fucking you dumb moments before.

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𝐊𝐀𝐓𝐒𝐔𝐊𝐈 & 𝐈𝐙𝐔𝐊𝐔: 𝐈𝐓 𝐆𝐎𝐄𝐒 𝐋𝐈𝐊𝐄 𝐓𝐇𝐈𝐒

blurb little au where a third changes everything and katsuki and izuku stayed friends—only because katsuki refuses to have you alone with izuku.

# fem!reader, 1-A shenanigans, fluff and humor, childhood bffs are something else, says 1-A student, NO ROMANCE? BUT YES PINING

the order goes like this: katsuki, izuku, then you.

katsuki leads first—he always does, izuku exclaims happily—while izuku likes to follow after him, happy to be in the middle of his best friends, and you trail after izuku, comfortable with getting to watch the way his hair bounces every step. it reminds you of a bunny, you explained once.

what some notice except for you three, is that katsuki likes to follow after you. it’s instinct sometimes, to have katsuki lingering around you as you interact with people outside of your small group.

mitsuki gushed about how hilarious it was that you three sometimes end up in metaphorical circles with how katsuki trails after you like a lost puppy.

inko wonders if it is normal for her child to have hearts for eyes, gushing over you about the littlest of things.

“this is so dumb!” you exclaim, glaring hard with all your might. “i hate this! izuku was right about you!”

katsuki and izuku watch as you continue to glower at your untied shoes with such fierceness that it almost makes katsuki wonder if you got it from him.

“it’s just a damn shoelace,” katsuki grunts. “you're so dramatic.” he nudges the boy beside him with a sharp elbow. “she got it from you, definitely. your dummy-ness rubbed off on her.”

“ah, sorry, kacchan!” izuku doesn't look sorry; he looks seconds away from bursting into a fit of giggles as you fail over and over again to tie your shoelaces. but his hands keep twitching as if he wants to help.

“oh my fucking god, give that to me.”

katsuki knocks your hands away and twirls the shoelaces around his fingers, eyeing you while giving a demonstration. izuku holds you up by the small of your back when you lose balance, smiling widely.

“fuckin’ watch this, alright? you fold it like this, put them like this, and then insert this one—and just like that.”

it goes like this:

“so cool, kacchan!” izuku squeals. katsuki grunts, because that’s the 27th time izuku has said that today. “are you okay, y/n-chan?”

“thank you, katsuki,” you mutter shyly, a little too quiet because you have an ego. “yes i am, izuku. thank you.”

“whatever, fuck off,” katsuki says, pleased either way because it feels good hearing it from you. “shitty nerds.”

izuku beams, hugging your head.

even now, in UA.

you thought katsuki would be a little ashamed to be friends with someone from the support course, but never has he shown that he was bothered. he just looks at you with the same, sharp blood red eyes, and looks at others with hostility in them.

izuku, of course, is far from ashamed. in fact, he’s delighted that you're in UA with them. his eyes sparkle every time his eyes slide over to you and he sees you in the uniform. he is so cute.

1-A watches as the door slides open and immediately katsuki and izuku are fretting over you; and you, unfazed, as they talk over each other. katsuki thwacks izuku’s head and you coo over izuku and katsuki throws a tantrum when izuku blushes.

“wow, that's the first time i've seen blasty not-hostile around someone,” mina squeals, “and she's a girl! could this be!?”

woah.

“this is the first time i've seen deku-kun act so smoothly around a girl, too,” uraraka adds, smiling eagerly, thirsty for drama.

double woah.

“chill,” jirou says, but she’s also observing the strange sight, “what if she’s, like, the sister of one of them?”

“probably bakugo’s then.”

“yeah. he barely tolerates midoriya.”

“or maybe she's midoriya’s sister and bakugou has a crush on her?”

triple woah.

as if sensing that the class is whispering about them, bakugou and midoriya spin around to meet the eyes of their classmates, one glaring and one shy.

then, midoriya whispers something to your ear, to which you excitedly nod at.

1-A watches in awe as you wave, eyes bright at the sight of hero students. “hello! my name is l/n y/n, it's nice to meet you.” added with a polite bow.

mina makes a noise of awe. “wow, you're so pretty! you're cute!”

you seem to be flustered, but the gentle smile that follows means you know how to handle compliments. probably because you’re best friends with midoriya izuku.  “ah… thank you. you’re also pretty…”

kaminari grins to himself, about to open his mouth but unfortunately, bakugou is faster.

“quit it,” bakugo snarls, stepping forward in front of you, “leave her alone, you fucking extras.”

but before any of his classmates can protest, you nudge bakugou with a sly grin. “don’t worry, kacchan, i think you’re also pretty.”

“s— shut the fuck up, stupid! that’s not what i fucking meant!”

midoriya snorts and then laughs loudly; they’ve never heard that from him before. “kacchan! did you just stutter?”

“awh, katsuki,” you coo, pinching his red cheeks and magically didn’t get blown off the face of the earth. midoriya stifles his giggles and you smile softly at the freckled boy’s delighted face.

maybe it’s a love triangle, except both boys are truly, madly, deeply in love with the same girl.

class 1-A sees you the second time when it’s 8 pm and everyone is preparing to go to bed.

the couch across the television is occupied, with a familiar mop of green curls and a shock of pale blond—but there’s also someone in the middle.

“is that l/n-san?” uraraka whispers to her classmates nearby, eyeing the three figures with surprise.

katsuki is on the far corner, resting his cheek on his palm (that would hurt when he wakes up) with his other around your waist, while you’re laying on his chest, your hand resting on midoriya’s head as the boy sleeps soundly on your lap, mouth hanging open and soft snores coming off his mouth.

both the boys are still asleep, but you’re wide awake, smiling contentedly. you meet the curious eyes of 1-A and raise your finger in a shh motion.

(everyone stays silent when you fall asleep a few minutes later as midoriya and bakugou blink awake. bakugou moves to carry you back to your dorm, while midoriya clings to you like a koala bear. they glare at each other. they end up staying on the couch for the entire night, protective limbs wrapped around you.)

“young bakugou and young midoriya… do they not like each other?”

aizawa turns to all might lazily, eyeing the frail man with narrowed eyes. “not like that. they see each other as rivals.”

all might brightens. “ah! in the hero rankings? they’re both fit for number one.”

“mm, maybe more than the rankings.”

both teachers watch as bakugou and midoriya jump around the training area, palms lit up and arms smothered in lightning green. push and pull. feral grins. aizawa takes a glance at another student watching the boys from the sidelines, notebook and pen in hand but too entranced to write anything.

all might follows his gaze. “that’s young l/n, yes? the support course student young bakugou and midoriya always want nearby.” he laughs. “those boys only work together perfectly when it comes to l/n.”

aizawa smiles under his scarf so no one else would catch a glimpse of it. “the three of them together…they’re formidable. but if you take l/n out, you might as well be a dead man to both of them.”

even now, as official pro heroes.

it goes like this: katsuki blasting his way to the top but never too far, izuku always somehow one step ahead of everyone but always somehow waiting for his best friends, and you, pushed forward by two pairs of hands.

the wonder trio. the big three. always together, but out of reach from anyone else.

everyone always wonders if you like one of them more than the other.

a/n. yes it ends there LOOOOOL!11 this fic focuses more on friendship bc i loooove friendship, but if anyones interested i might make fics with a route for each of them as endgame hmmmm

[38riku]

between the sheets [getou s.]

synopsis; being fed up with getting teased by getou, you give him a taste of his own medicine in bed.

warnings; 18+ minors do not interact, oral (m. receiving), unprotected sex, mentions of alcohol

“you look nice.”

it was a simple compliment, but the person giving it — getou suguru— was far from a simple man. he was a sarcastic pain in the ass that has not left you alone since you transferred colleges.

snide remarks just loud enough for you to hear, the occasional shoulder bump that made you stumble or accidentally wiping the content of your desk on the floor. you wondered if you did anything to spite the male but after confiding in your roommate it seems all of his actions were unprovoked. the best plan of action being ignoring him and not giving him the satisfaction of a reaction.

that meant coming to your shared lectures a bit later and leaving as soon as you were dismissed. studying solely in your room to avoid places like the library or campus cafe. your social life took a major hit as well, not attending any parties on or off campus just in case he decides to show up and publicly embarrass you.

which led you here, a club on the other side of the city where your friends convinced you to come with. insisting that the menace would be at the annual frat party — the biggest party of the year.

unfortunately they were wrong.

you ignored him as he took liberty to slide in the seat next to you, ordering a drink and getting comfortable in the spot. “the guy that takes you to bed tonight is a lucky son of a bitch.”

“real lucky.” you agreed, not bothering to look at him. “too bad you’re an asshole. I would love to take you to bed sometime.” without looking you could tell he was taken aback. it was true, he was your type face wise but that is where the attraction stops.

he cleared his throat, taking a swig of whiskey as he felt his pants grow tighter. “big words from the girl who’s been running from me the entire semester.”

your head tilted to the side as you looked him over from head to toe. he was fine, there was no denying it. yes, he made your life a living hell but the tense air that surrounded you two in this moment was suffocating.

“that’s true,” you hummed, rubbing your foot up and down his leg. the action made his breath hitch as he tensed up beneath the fabric. “but I’m not running away now, am I?”

“fucking tease.” getou mumbled, downing his entire drink and damn near slamming it in the counter. you were driving him insane, you have been since the moment he laid eyes on you. he was wrapped around your finger and it seems you’ve figured that out.

your manicured hand danced on his thigh, leaning forward to to whisper in his ear. “i want you all to myself tonight.”

no words were said as he left more than enough money on the bar, damn near dragging you outside to his luxury car and speeding to his apartment. he kept a bruising grip on your thigh — rubbing small circles to keep him at bay until he had you in his room and on his bed.

but, you had a bone to pick with him. the plan of yours setting in motion the moment you stepped in the empty elevator. your hands flew to his neck, pulling him down in a sweet kiss that made his head spin in delight.

getou’s hands pulled you flush against him by the waist, one hand cupping your ass as you played with the ends of his hair, tugging to elicit a moan from him. “you’re such a slut.”

“your slut.” you said as you kissed down his neck, your words making his dick twitch.

you yelped as he threw you over his shoulder when you made it to his floor. power walking down the hall and swinging his door open with enough force to break it.

getou put you back down once he was in the bedroom. sitting on the edge of the bed and pulling you into his lap, smashing his lips on yours in a sloppy, needy make out session. he can’t remember a time a girl excited him this much.

he felt your fingers undo his belt. pulling it off of him and tossing it to the side. with the other you unbuttoned his shirt, running your hands along his chest and abdomen, taking your time to feel him up eagerly.

“you might be the sexiest man I’ve laid eyes on.” a pleasant shiver ran up his spine at the revelation. you tugged on his belt loop, wanting them off just as much as he did. “and I’m sure he doesn’t disappoint either.”

standing up, he watched as you stripped out of the dress. a lacy, black bra cupping your perfect breast and a matching thong that accentuated your hips. you were so breathtaking, he felt blessed to see you like this.

tossing his pants wherever, he allowed you to gently push him on his back, you climbing on top of him and settling on your knees. “you know,” you started, lifting your leg slightly to take off the bottom half of your lingerie. “you didn’t have to act like a dick to get some pussy.”

he chuckled at your statement. “I’ll make it up to ya, I - fuckkkkk, give me a warning next - shit, stop doing that-” the curses left his lips at an alarming rate as you sunk down on his length. he was big — long and curved, the tip itself making your mind so hazy you had no choice but to sink down on it in one go.

“it’s not that easy suguru,” you purred, rolling your hips against his pelvis that made him moan out in pleasure. “you were really mean to me.”

getou could make out the faux pout on your lips through blurred vision. what the hell were you doing to him? your walls hugged him so tightly, giving the impression that you were still adjusting to his size but taking it like a champ. his dick twitched inside you, a whimper leaving your lips at the feeling.

“‘m so, so sorry baby,” his words were breathy and rushed. you were squeezing him so deliciously it made him delirious, the warmth you providing was nothing like he experienced. you were nothing like he experienced. and to think he could have had this sooner if he was just a bit nicer.

lifting yourself up until only the tip was inside, you slammed back down, a pleasurable yet stinging sensation settling in your lower tummy. “that’s not enough. don’t think you get to cum.”

it took him a minute to muster a response to your words. his eyes were rolled back. “you … gotta let … let me cum.” he said between breaths, sucking a particularly harsh one in as you began to subtly bounce on his length along with your ministrations.

“tell me why I should let you cum.” you knew it was only a matter of time by the way his brows furrowed, abdomen tightening under your palm as you rode him to oblivion. seeing the high and mighty geto that had the audacity to treat you the way he has underneath you and at your mercy — it was just what you wanted.

“promise imma treat you like a princess … you know I got - fucking hell - got hella money right? don’t mmm got to worry about your pretty head about anything. can quit that shitty job of your and j-just be my girl.”

he felt your cunt hug him tighter, a broken moan escaping your lips along with the breathy call of his name. “ya like the sound of that don’t you? f-fuck I do too.”

your orgasm came crashing, gushing all over his chest. a moan that can only be described as erotic leaving your lips, a silent scream following behind. you were seeing stars, dots littering your vision, but still managed to slide him out of you - the lack of a condom forcing you to use your mouth to finish him off.

nothing could top you cunt but your throat was a close second. deep throating him even if it made you gag, knowing the vibrations added to his mind numbing orgasm a few minutes later. shooting hot ropes into your mouth, one hand threading through your hair, the other clenching his sheets for dear life.

getou had hearts in his eyes watching you clean him up with your tongue, never breaking eye contact. he beckoned you over with his finger, gripping your chin when your were in arms reach.

“i meant what I said. you’re mine, try to pull any stunts I’ll pump you full of cum and breed ya, understand?”

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[fangirleaconmigo]

Ever since I read in The Last Wish about Geralt trying to impress the alderman and his family with his night vision by throwing a fork at a rat in the dark, I’ve never been the same.

The alderman’s wife thought it was creepy and the alderman begged him to not do it again. That made me lose my mind. Look, I just want Geralt to experience his powers as impressive, magical things. I want people’s faces to light up. And I want for him to see himself that way.

And since Jaskier believes that he hung the moon, and thinks being a witcher is cool as fuck, here are a few Geraskier ficlets to give him that.

Witcher powers:

Hand to hand combat

Jaskier is rambling, lecturing Geralt on proper negotiation techniques. His arm is flailing, attempting in vain to swipe the coin purse from Geralt’s hands. Geralt simply watches him, bemused and fond. He decides he’s had enough, so he makes a split second decision. He steps back and turns to the side just as Jaskier makes a grab for the purse.

Inside the space of a blink, Geralt sweeps Jaskier’s legs, catches him, and pulls them both into complicated roll. Jaskier’s indignant squawk is still on his lips when he finds himself flat on his back with Geralt straddling his hips and wearing a shit eating grin.

Jaskier swallows hard and Geralt can tell his body is warming. It is responding enthusiastically to Geralt’s display.

“Impressive, darling. Impressive.”

A lascivious grin appears on Jaskier’s face. He wastes no time, he needs no time to think about it. He is running his fingers up Geralt’s thighs.

Reflexes and balance

Geralt is warm from drink and flush with coin. He looks around the crowded ballroom, finding Jaskier holding court with a gaggle of admirers.

Normally he can’t pry Jaskier away from any situation where he’s being showered with compliments.

But when Geralt steps close and settles a hand on the small of Jaskier’s back, his love stills, even as he continues regaling his audience with a story. And when Geralt leans in close to his ear and murmurs, may I have this dance, Master Julian? Jaskier quite literally stammers mid sentence.

Geralt tugs him and he follows, as light as a feather, as easy and eager as a baby duck. Geralt stops and pulls Jaskier tight against his body.

“Ready?”

“Fucking right I am.”

Geralt nestles his face against Jaskier’s neck. He shaved for the occasion so it is smooth and smells of cedar. He plants a kiss just under his ear, and feels his body settle with a sigh.

Then Geralt steps and spins, keeping Jaskier solidly pressed against him. He leads him confidently in wide half circles around the crammed ballroom.

They move rapidly, so much faster than any other couple, yet Geralt doesn’t let him bump into anyone or stumble.

The air whirls around them as they sway and undulate and twirl. They dart easily and precisely between spinning couples. Every time it looks like a couple will spin right into them, they are halfway across the floor before that slow, clumsy couple stumps into what would have been their space.

Jaskier laughs dizzily, triumphantly. Geralt knows it delights him to be drawing so many envious glances. To be the most graceful. The most deftly handled by his lover.

He preens and he clings harder to Geralt, fingers splayed across his shoulder blades. Jaskier is pressed so tight against him, that they seem to be sharing a heartbeat and it thuds to the music.

When the last notes of the song crest and fall, Jaskier is panting. He is sheened with sweat and radiating that feral joy that music summons from the depths of his soul.

Geralt pulls him to a stop and pushes Jaskier against the crook of his right arm. Then he bends slightly. Jaskier leans his head back lavishly, allowing his full bodyweight to drop into the dip. He even sweeps one arm around with a dramatic flourish.

When Geralt pulls him up, he wraps his arms around Geralt’s neck.

Geralt kisses his laughing lips.

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(I have a few more of these for other powers. I’ll post when my brain is not noodles)