#I painted her tongue red but then I painted the rest of her mouth black so it doesn't show :((

[the-hilda-librarians-wife]

Hmmm yeah, they definetly went to look at the mushrooms after all that was over

[prael]

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Kinktember Day 12: Electrophilia

Aespa Winter x male reader smut

words: 3,194 Kinktember Masterlist

"Sign here. Here. And here."

"And what's this for, exactly?" Winter asks, pointing a dainty finger at the paperwork.

"Protection. When someone like you enters a place like this, I need you to sign a waiver stating that you're of sound mind and know what you're doing."

"My mind is far from sound," she says with a playful wink.

Winter takes the pen from your hand. Her nails are painted a matte red with glittery bits at the tips. When she scrawls out Kim Minjeong on the dotted lines, it looks akin to an intricate piece of calligraphy. She places the pen on top and slides it back across the desk. "Now. I've signed and paid. Can we get to the fun?"

With a smile and a nod, you wordlessly guide her to the room she paid for. On the way, you take a few glances back at her, there's this keen expression of wonderment as she spots rooms for every type of fetish she might one day indulge in. Little ideas fired around her mind. What she might try next and how it may very well send her to heights of pleasure unforeseen. She must feel your gaze upon her, as a small giggle and coy smile creep on her face, and she asks in a small voice, "What?"

"Nothing," you say as you pull open the door at the end on the right. "You just have this look about you."

"A good look, I hope?"

She walks through the threshold. As the door closes behind you, the neon strips light up the room in a pale violet. Black leather and cushions cover almost every surface and all the other items seem so insignificant around the electrified bed in the middle. "Intrigue and excitement are always a good look in a place like this."

Winter's eyes alight as if someone had set a flame to a blanket of kindling. "This place... it's amazing." The corners of her mouth inch towards her ears as her gaze sweeps every nook and corner of the room, from the hanging metal chains and restraints to the riding crops and collars lined up by size, perfectly uniformed and orderly on their wooden mounts. Her gaze settles on a coil of rubberized cable as the width of her pupil increases, darkening her eyes. "I thought I would be nervous, but..."

Winter steps further into the room, you watch her take delicate steps as she stares at the centre-piece, the bed that will soon become her salvation, her ruin, her desire personified. She takes her jacket off and carelessly drops it on the floor as she spins back towards you, her eyes are wild and yet bright with lust as her tongue runs over her top row of teeth.

"I'm so excited," she confesses. "It's... exhilarating."

She steps close to you, her breath washing against your neck, sending an enticing thrill down the base of your skull.

"How would you like me? And don't go easy on me okay? I might look fragile..." Winter steps back a couple of times, letting you size her up as if you haven't been doing it since the moment she walked it. "but I'm not."

"Let's start by getting you fitted with a little something," you say as you walk to the side, picking out the perfect shock collar to fit Winter. Something thin would be best, is what you decide. Such a slender frame as hers wouldn't suit a big chunky collar.

"Yes, please," Winter says, making an energetic skip up to your side and resting her hand on your shoulder. "Something light is usually my colour."

"I think so too. Something skinny too. Ah, I know just the one."

After a brief scan along the top three rows, you spot the perfect collar to suit her. It's a light pink, it's her size and looks as delicate and attractive as she is.

"Oh my. That's... so cute," she sighs.

You pull it from its hook and open it. "Now, come here winter. Let me put it on you. Make sure it fits."

Obedient and happy to comply, Winter eagerly steps forward, craning her neck back slightly. Her breaths are even and calm as she closes her eyes. "There's something so... vulnerable about being collared. It's intoxicating," she explains.

"Do you want to know why?"

Winter's mouth opens but she stays quiet.

"Because girls like you, get a kick from relinquishing control. Once the collar's around your neck, you become mine. Completely. Whatever I say goes, isn't that so? And if you don't, you get a shock."

The silence grows until she begins to nod her head gently. "That's exactly it... I have a taste for the painful stuff. For the hurt and submission."

You loop the collar around Winter's neck. It fits as though it were made for her. Tightly fitted, enough to lightly choke her, enough to make sure the contacts within it touch her skin. You take the remote in hand and fiddle with the dial. A mild charge hums from the wires as they heat, preparing to punish.

"That's an agreeable buzz," she whispers with closed eyes. "Perfect."

"Perfect indeed. Now, Winter, on your knees for me." You barely give her a chance to process the request before you determine she has taken too long, and hit the button on the control. A low crackle emanates as it pumps voltage into her neck. Enough for the contacts to spark a single charge through her. Just a sharp sting of pain for a split second before she cries out. Her knees buckle, sending her to the floor, one hand grabbing at the collar as the other seeks a stable point in the soft black mats covering the room.

"Agh— f—fuck," she swears quietly as she gasps for air. "That hurt. So good." Her breaths are quick, her cheeks slightly flushed, and her eyes are wide with delight.

"Top, off."

With trembling hands, Winter holds the hem of her black top. This time you give her all the time she needs to take it off, but she doesn't. "Shock me, I'm a bad girl."

Without hesitation you bring a bigger jolt through the collar, causing her whole body to quiver. Winter shouts and winces, but the smile on her face as she takes it, and pulls her top over her head, tells you that everything's going to plan.

With her top now on the floor and no bra ever being underneath it, you observe how gorgeous she looks. With her small breasts, tiny frame and mischievous face. You stand in place and look, taking her body in and enjoying it. Her waist is so slim, and when her breath quickens, it accentuates that little curve of her abdomen, even a hint at the grooves on each side of her lower stomach.

"Again," she pleads, with puppy dog eyes that are part-glazed.

"You do have a taste for being hurt," you respond as you turn the voltage dial on the collar a little more. A click of your thumb later, and this time she yells louder. Tears well up in her eyes, but her smile only widens.

"I do," Winter pants out the two syllables like they're the only words she knows. "I do. I do. I do."

She repeats it over and over until you hit it again. Her knuckles go white as her body tightens. Muscles bunching in her back and in her arms and legs. Her lithe body trembling through another delicious jolt.

You reach down and grab her by the neck, fingers catching her just under the shock collar. A strangled gasp bursts from between her lips as her wide and eager eyes stare right at you, wet with lust. You pull her to her feet. There's no resistance, nor do you expect there to be. Once she's on her feet, she rushes her mouth to yours. A desperate, needy kiss. Hungry and moaning into your lips.

You break her away from you by pushing her back, sending her stumbling towards the bed. "Those shorts. Take them off."

The delighted gleam of hunger and sadism in your eye isn't lost on Winter. She quickly shakes her head, hoping to earn herself another round of pain.

"Think you deserve more? Think you've been a good enough girl?" You ask, taking a step closer. "Shorts first, then I'll treat you."

Winter does as she is told and lets her denim shorts fall. And just like her top, there's nothing beneath. An amused smile appears as her eyebrows bounce once, and she says, "Surprise!" in the most cute manner.

"I have to say, Winter, everything about you is a surprise. Such a cute little thing you are, but so devious too. I'd love to take you apart, bit by bit."

"Take me however you'd like," she chimes in.

"Yeah?" You turn away from her naked, helpless body and to the desk, picking up the prod and flick the switch to make it come alive. "With this?"

You turn and present the long silver rod, where at the end of it, two metal prongs protrude. You push the button and an arc of electricity forms between them. Winter's eyes roll back, and her thighs press tightly together. She squeezes her own chest as she whispers, "Please," over and over.

Slowly, you stalk toward Winter, you can almost see the ache radiating from her like she is a bomb ready to explode. Then suddenly, before she has a chance to register what's happening, you stab the prod forward into her left calf. Winter spasms and convulses, her teeth clench and her hands grasp at nothing but air. She wails in painful, tortured delight and falls to one knee.

Her other leg now too.

"Yes," she squeals, "F... Fuck. Thank you."

You grab a fist full of her blonde locks, twisting them tightly between your fingers as you drag back to her feet. "On the bed. Now," you tell her, your voice as ice cold as the lack of emotion on your face.

She whimpers as you pull her hard until she's flat on her back in the centre of the bed. It's about waist height, and you look down at her lithe, naked frame. Strands of blonde hair stick to her cheeks from perspiration and tears of pleasure. Her limbs tremble in aftershocks from the latest barrage of electricity that was shot through her, and her skin glistens.

"Please... Again. Please," she whimpers, a feeble creature now after the latest shock. "I'm so wet." Winter shifts one leg higher, spreading herself, and tilting her hips. With one hand you reach into her, plunging two fingers into her cunt.

"Fuck." She lets out a deep gasp and turns her head to look up at you, lips trembling, wet with her own spit, and asks again for more.

You withdraw your fingers and push the prod against her abdomen. Without hesitation, you make her body buck and her cry cut through the still air of the room. Winter yells and twists, kicking her feet wildly into the air as she twitches in her spot. When you stop she lies flat, panting and gasping and eyes streaming. She buries her own fingers into her cunt now.

"Please do it again, I'm going to cum." Her voice is croaky and scratchy from yelling but still thick with urgency and desire.

Another shock.

Another twitch of muscles.

Another shock.

Another scream, and then finally, Winter throws her head back as her pussy tightens around her own fingers and spasms and writhes as waves of pleasure and pain hit her simultaneously. She cries out incoherent words. Scratches her nails at her own thighs while rubbing her clit through her orgasm. Winter shakes and trembles before you, her mouth hung agape.

She's still cumming and this time you hit the button for the collar around her neck. The brief, sharp flash makes her shake harder. The pitch of her orgasmic scream pitches higher.

"Again," Winter calls.

One last time.

You jolt her again, and Winter reaches a fevered pitch as she shakes with more ecstasy than any one person could take. Her whole body is trembling as one large, unceasing wave of pleasure sweeps through every part of her body. The lewd expressions of overwhelming satisfaction as she slowly comes back down are almost enough for you to fuck her, and right there and then, you are tempted.

You throw the shock prod, now it's time to make the bed do the work. Winter has no fight in her as you take hold of her wrists and then ankles, fastening them one by one in bindings that hold her spread and vulnerable. There's a strap for her upper arm too, and her thighs, and finally across her slutty little waist. You make them all tight, and they're all wired up.

"What—? What are you doing?" Winter questions, turning her neck to take stock of the restraints.

You simply ignore her question and focus on attaching the last restraint, that sits across her upper chest, just below her collar bones. Then you walk across the room and press a large red button. A thrumming of electricity hums through the metal bars. Every contact point on her body warms up and a chorus of muffled cracks and sparks come to life around Winter.

"This is special," Winter mutters to herself, her tone hinting at awe. She struggles against her bonds and they're secure. Tight and secure. Even with that futile exertion, she has no escape and smiles at that realization. "Looks like you have me trapped. Can you really hurt a pretty little idol like me? Can you go as far as I need you to?"

Winter swallows hard as she watches your mouth twist into a malevolent sneer.

You hit the button.

She starts to shake. The moan from her lips is loud and almost primal, the exhale laced with pain and excitement. She moans out loud, thrashing against her shackles, her small body thrusting back and forth as the lowest setting courses through her.

You stand over her, looking down and watching the way her muscles tense and her fingers clench. Her toes curl and the moans grow louder, and more frequent. More desperate, she can barely get a word out but she still pleads for more, the word yes spewing from her lips amidst an unending list of other slurred sounds.

You leave her there for a moment, struggling, while you slide your hand into a thick rubber glove, working it up your arm.

"Please make me cum," Winter pants through an agony of pleasure.

You walk back to her, pressing your hand against her flat stomach. She trembles under your touch, you can feel the way her body vibrates through the glove. Her eyes go wide with fear and excitement.

"Hurry, it's so good!" Winter squirms against the bonds but can't move an inch. You take your time looking between her thighs, at her soft and bare cunt, a shade of pink between two rosy folds. It's so slick as her pussy begins to trickle with her lust.

The thick rubber of the glove goes into her hole and makes Winter yelp like the pathetic submissive slut that she is. You stretch her pretty little pussy so easily, thanks to how creamy it is. She's so messy. At the same time, you raise a thumb to the control and push it up a notch.

An explosion of lightning and a sensation between her legs and another strangled moan of desperation. Her head whips from side to side. "I can't, oh shit," Winter manages to blurt out, her voice reduced to a pathetic squeak.

With your finger hooking into her sensitive spot, and her body stimulated with an electrical current, Winter doesn't have a snowball's chance in hell. You fuck her hard and rough with your hand until your arm begins to ache. You play with the current of the bed and the collar, sending shocks through her when she least expects it. She climaxes before long, her legs pulling taut at the restraints. She cries, "More!" as she loses herself to the pulses of her orgasm.

And as her back arches as best as it can, she floods over your glove with cum and screams for it. Winter's release is incredible, it gushes all over you, but you just don't let up. She's absolutely out of control and has to suffer more. Winter can't escape any part of her restraints as they don't give up shocking her through her orgasm, one after the other.

Her face twists in the most fucked up combination of pain and pleasure. It's an incredible sight.

You're just pounding her tight little cunt. Stretching it as it gushes out all the cum she has to give. Her body struggles against all the different sensations. She just keeps spilling out onto the bed as her body shakes.

It's only when she starts to choke out her moans that you finally twist the dial down to zero. It takes a few seconds to turn it completely off but the damage was done. Winter is heaving for air and when you slowly withdraw the digit buried inside her, pulling the plug on her cum spilling out.

"Wait a second," she breathes out in between pants, "let me just..." Winter stares up at the ceiling as she works on stabilising her breathing. When the world seems to slow back to an acceptable pace, her lips turn up into a joyous little smile. "Shit," Winter winces as her hips buck, the throb in her core making her moan ever so softly. "I think I made a mess."

You lift your wrist and nod as if to agree. "You made a lot of a mess."

Her pale skin has turned flush and warm with a sheen of sweat from exertion. She takes a deep breath, letting the sensation of the electrocution linger. Winter looks radiant, so beautiful that the urge to do all those things you wanted to come bubbling back. But you stay strong, despite how tempting her glistening little body is as her chest rises and falls.

"No regrets though," Winter comments, stretching against the confines of her restraints. "I've never cum like that before in my life."

"It really suits you, being tied down like this, cumming over and over. Are you sure you don't want another round?"

With a slight chuckle, Winter closes her eyes and gives her head a feeble, exhausted shake. "I do, but I can't." She can't even bear to open her eyes, she's spent and in a state, unable to cope with the aftershocks anymore.

"This is more like the woman I expected, shy and frail and overwhelmed. I guess you're just so easily broken."

"How did I do?" She asks in a raspy voice.

"For a first time? Great. Most people don't make it to the bed. And not many people look that good when they're cumming."

Winter lifts her chin a little higher. "I did that well?"

"You did."

[ashwhowrites]

Could you do a killer clown fic with Eddie x reader? Like Eddie is all dressed up as a clown and is chasing after reader but it leads to smut if that’s okay

I hope this is what you wanted and you enjoy it. Thank you for requesting 🫶🏻 Happy October! 🎃

⚠️ smut, a bit darker than my usual fics, kidnapping, slightly forced sex but reader does enjoy it. Please do not read if you are uncomfortable with the content

Red nose and smile

It was Halloween night and Y/N didn't have any plans. She didn't feel like attending the college parties, a night alone with movies was good enough for her.

She walked to the small gas station that was down the street, snuggling into her coat as the October breeze washed over her. She was walking to the front when a body appeared right in front of her.

She jumped back frightened, her heart raced with anxiety as she took in the stranger. She felt a little uneasy as the stranger's face was painted like a clown. But not a birthday party clown, more of a creepy ass clown.

There was dark black paint around his eyes, the tip of his nose painted red, and his lips and cheeks were painted a deep dark red and stretched into a smile that ran up to his cheek bones. The rest of his face was painted white. She could see some features on the man but she had never seen him before. He wore a wig that covered his forehead, bright red long hair all the way to his shoulders.

She stepped over to the side, avoiding more eye contact as she went to walk around him. He moved fast, and opened the door for her. She gave him a terrified small smile and walked into the gas station. She muttered out a small thank you, in hopes the kindness would save her life. He gave her a small bow and little wave.

The door closed behind her and he stayed outside. She quickly moved through the store and grabbed the popcorn. But she could feel eyes on her, watching her every move.

She walked up to the register, sliding over the popcorn. She looked over her shoulder and the strange clown was no longer there. She let out a relieved breath as she checked out.

She decided to go out another exit, hoping she could walk straight home without any issues. She walked out the door, as the door closed the clown was standing behind it. She slowly stepped back, her hand reaching for the door handle. But as she did, the stranger turned his head to the side and his eyes stared her down. He held up his finger and waved it back and forth from left to right.

She gulped as fear began to fill her body again. She looked around and the streets were dead and silent. She tried to plan an escape route in her head but then the clown moved closer and closer. Walking towards her until her back was up against the wall.

She clenched her eyes shut when his hand gripped her chin and forced her head to the side. She trembled as his nose pressed into her hair, inhaling her scent. He groaned into her ear and moved his mouth down to her cheek, she whimpered as she felt his tongue licking up her skin repeatedly.

She stomped her foot down onto his, he cried out in pain and released her. She kneed him in the balls and was fast to run when he dropped to the ground. She didn't look behind her, just kept running towards her house.

She could see her house in the distance, heading for her front yard when she heard footsteps behind her. She opened her mouth to scream but a gloved hand covered her mouth. She tried to fight against him but he was stronger. She screamed against his hand as he picked her up. She trashed as much as she could, hoping he'd lose his grip but it was no use.

~

He carried her to a small house that was in the middle of nowhere. He dropped her on a creaky old bed, the room was lived in and decorated as a circus. She felt uneasy as she observed everything around her. She was terrified of what he planned to do to her, was he going to kill her?

"What do you want from me? Why did you take me here?" She asked

She watched as he moved around the room. He went into his closet and she could hear him digging around. He didn't answer her, but he came out of the closet with a small bag. She held her breath as he walked closer to her. His hand went under her chin, forcing her head up. Her bottom lip began to tremble as tears filled her eyes. He leaned down and pressed his painted lips against hers. She stayed still as she tried to ignore the feeling but it seemed that made him mad. He began to growl against her mouth, he fisted her hair and yanked it. She cried out as a few tears began to fall.

"Kiss me," it was the first time he spoke. His voice was deep and didn't match the creepiness of his clown look. His lips were back on hers with force. She still fought against kissing him, trying to pull her head away but his grip in her hair tightened. She yelped as she felt the hair pulling from her skull.

She admitted defeat and kissed him back. Slow and timid at first. She could feel his body relaxing as her lips melted into his and his grip in her hair loosened. He continued to kiss her until she was gasping for air.

Her lungs burned as he pulled away. In a twisted way, her lips felt cold and abandoned.

He placed his hands on her shoulders and pushed her, she fell back against the mattress with a small bounce.

She kept her eyes on him as he stared down at her. She couldn't help but look him up and down, she could see the outline of his hard cock through his white pants. She felt betrayed by her body when her cunt began to throb. She tried to keep her brain in control, reminding herself this was a stranger.

She looked back up when his hands caught her attention. He began to unzip his clown suit, a white muscle tank top showing underneath as he slowly stripped out of the suit. She tried to remain unfazed as the suit bundled at his feet. Wearing the tank top and a tight pair of boxers.

Was it insane to admit that his body was attractive? She noticed a few tattoos on his arms, his gloves no longer on and she could see dried up blood under his nails. He had a few splatters of it on his tank top, she wasn't sure what the hell was wrong with her but her thighs clenched.

He moved fast as he threw his body down on top of hers and his hands gripped her chin. She could feel his cock pressing against her inner thigh. She couldn't help but moan as his fingers slipped inside her pants and underwear to touch her clit.

She shivered as he laughed against her skin, his mouth kissing her neck. Her skin was becoming stained from his red paint.

"So scared, so frightened, and yet you are soaked," he whispered in her ear. She wanted to fight against him but he began to spread her wetness up and down between her folds.

"Are you going to kill me?" She whimpered

His fingers slipped inside of her with ease, and she moaned out.

"Never, baby. I just want to play with you," he whispered into her ear

She whimpered and he softly kissed her lips. She kissed him back, and she was rewarded when he slid two more fingers inside her. She gasped and he laughed against her mouth.

He moved his free hand up to her mouth, roughly shoving his fingers down her throat. She gagged as she tasted metallic and dirt. He fucked her throat and cunt with the same roughness. Her cunt gushed around his fingers and her spit made a mess down her chin.

He removed his hand from her throat to allow her to breathe. She gasped and choked for air, fighting through moans as he circled her clit. She wasn't sure why, but a part of her was enjoying it. She never had someone manhandle her the way he was. He touched her with confidence like he knew her body more than she did.

She felt his hard cock against her leg, and he began to move his hips back and forth. He groaned as he began to rub himself against her, hissing at the pleasure.

She felt slightly disgusted with herself as her stomach tightened. He was sucking an orgasm right out of her and she had no control. But it was the best orgasm of her life. She arched her back as his mouth mixed in with his fingers. His tongue sucked her clit as she lost all control, moaning out as she came all over his fingers.

He sucked his fingers clean, and she watched through heavy eyelids. He stood up and shredded his tank top down the middle, she hated how attracted she was feeling toward him. He was skinny, but a little toned. She eyed his clean chest and the happy trail that led to his boxers. He slipped out of his boxers, and his red aching cock sprung up against his stomach.

She moaned out as she took in his thickness and length. She could feel her cult pulsing and aching for it.

He was back on her in seconds, spreading open her legs as he held his cock against her cunt. He teased his tip between her folds, watching how it began to glisten from her wetness.

"You want me to fuck you, pretty girl?" He chuckled

She was surprised to hear herself say yes

He didn't think twice and slammed himself inside of her. She cried out as she took him fully. He was ruthless, fucking her as fast as he could into the mattress.

"Let me hear those sounds, let me hear how much you love being fucked by my cock," he groaned in her ear. His hands held her hips in a bruising grip, moving to his knees to drill himself deeper inside of her.

Y/N answered with moans and whines. She couldn't think straight. She reached up and yanked off the wig, letting his real hair show. It was dark, curly, and long. She shoved her hands in his hair, bunching it up in her hands as he fucked her.

"Fuck, feels so good," she moaned

He growled in response, leaning down to shive his tongue in her mouth. His hands moved up to her chest, roughly massaging the skin.

"Your pussy feels incredible, baby girl," he moaned in her ear his hands moving down her body. He yanked himself out of her, and she lost her grip on his hair. She whined at the emptiness, but he flipped her over and moved her hips in the air. He slammed his hand down on her ass and shoved himself back inside her. She clawed at the sheets below her as he continued fucking her.

He licked up her spine, then kissed back down. He dug his nails down her back, continuously doing it until the skin broke up and blood began to run down. She hissed at the pain but the pleasure of his cock took the focus.

He smeared her blood all over her back, smiling as he leaned down to clean it up with his tongue. She shivered as she felt his tongue all over her skin, her legs felt like jelly as he continued to pound into her.

He moved his hand to her stomach then moved down to her clit. He began to play with her clit as he slammed himself inside of her. She cried out as he hit a spot that made her see stars.

She reached forward and clawed at the headboard. His sweaty chest met her back as he put his free hand over hers on the headboard. The position felt even better as he chased his orgasm. He rubbed her clit as fast as he could, he could feel her thighs starting to shake.

"I'm going to stuff your cunt full of my cum. Make this cunt my own," he said into her hair. She screamed as she felt her second orgasm taking over. Eddie hissed as he felt himself needing to cum. He kept his hand on her clit to work her through her orgasm but moved his free hand to push down on her head. Her screams were muffled against the mattress as he held her down.

He moaned loudly as he released his cum inside of her. He hissed as he emptied himself, keeping his cock inside of her to make sure she got every drop. He removed his hands from her, letting her body drop against the mattress as he caught his breath.

He flipped her body over, smiling down at her tear-stained face. He patted her cheek, telling her how amazing she did. She smiled at the praise but whined when he moved his fingers down to her cunt. She hissed as he pushed her folds together, he smiled as his cum began to drip out of her.

He cupped his other hand below, catching his cum as he squeezed as much as he could out. Once he got enough that satisfied him, he shoved his hand into her mouth. She tasted a mix of his blood and cum, sucking his fingers until he pulled them out. He replaced his fingers with his mouth.

Before she knew it, everything went black.

~

When she woke up she was in her room, in her bed as the moon shined through the window. She reached over to turn on her lamp but hissed as she felt pain in her back. She figured the whole clown thing was a dream, and wasn't sure what it meant.

There was nothing out of the ordinary in her room, she slid out of bed and walked to her mirror. She went to turn to look at her back when she noticed white and red paint smeared all over her face. She looked at her body in the mirror and gasped when she saw the same paint smeared all over her inner thighs.

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[shomatoriashi]

10/19/24; 03:55pm

e.rank!sung jinwoo x fem.reader

your boyfriend appears a little jittery when he arrived at your workplace today, hands placed behind his back while meeting your gaze with a nervous smile. giggling at the sight of him, you lean across the counter to give jinwoo a gentle kiss.

“hey, jinwoo. i don’t get off work for another 3 hours. what brings you here?”

he begins to flush red with embarrassment, lifting up a hand to brush back his messy ebony locks of hair. “i know, but i was running some errands and saw something i thought you’d like.”

a sweet smile paints your expression, “oh? and what is it that you wanted to give me that it couldn’t wait until later?”

cue jinwoo’s nervous laugh as he reveals something to you. it was a slender box wrapped neatly and tied in the ribbon that was your favorite color. beneath the ribbon was what looked like a printed sheet of paper. curious as to what the contents were, you untie the ribbon while picking up the paper, eyes scanning it momentarily before going wide.

“j-jinwoo, is this a prank?”

your boyfriend flashes you a happy grin while shaking his head.

“you actually got reservations to that restaurant? the one i’ve been dying to try?!”

he chuckles while giving you yet another nod. “yes, but the reservation is just part of your surprise. unwrap the gift and see what’s inside.”

your hands were slightly shaking, placing the reservation page off to the side. with gentle movements, you tear through the wrapping on the side, revealing a long, black velvet box. as you open up the box, you felt your breath hitch at the sight settled in front of you.

inside the box was a gorgeously crafted bracelet that held a variety of flowers as its charm. the flowers were all beautifully decorated with a variety of gemstones, each seeming to shine brighter than the other as you fell in love with the design. “it’s so beautiful… and all of the gemstones are so utterly gorgeous…”

a ruby red rose,

tourmaline pink tulips,

orange lilies,

and a pure white diamond daisy-

just the sight of it all was too much for you to take.

overwhelmed with pure love for him, you lean forward to press a lingering kiss against his lips, giggling when you feel his smile. you keep on kissing him, not daring to move away from him until you were satisfied.

your expression maintains its dreamy quality, with you taking a step back to admire the bracelet and the reservation confirmation. shaking your head at the sight of both gifts, you meet his gaze once more, “oh jinwoo, i truly love it so much! b-but, how are you able to afford something so magnificent?”

a flash of something was seen in his stormy gaze, and it disappeared just mere seconds later. jinwoo shakes his head while taking the bracelet out of your hand, focused on removing it from the confines of the velvet box as he unclasps it.

“what? i’m not allowed to spoil my girlfriend on her birthday?”

his question makes you feel a bit flustered, and you couldn’t help but simply watch when he grips at your wrist to wrap the bracelet around it. “i-i mean, i do adore these gifts, b-but don’t you have jinah and your mother to take care of?”

jinwoo shakes his head after fastening the bracelet around your wrist, now gently gripping at your chin to force your gaze to meet with his. “don’t be silly… it’s about damn time that i’m able to spoil you, too.”

you open your mouth, ready to protest when he suddenly surges forward to capture your lips into yet another unsuspecting kiss. once he was sure that he had properly silenced your words, jinwoo pulls away while resting his forehead against yours, “it’s okay; everything that i do- every gift that i give to you, it will always be done out of my pure love for you.”

you smile back at him, ready to give him another kiss when your boss suddenly appears behind you. she says your name while clicking her tongue, “what’s this i hear about you having a birthday today?”

gasping, you look back to see your boss smiling back at you, “ah, s-sorry! i didn’t think it was necessary to tell you, since i was on schedule to work today.”

she shakes her head and lifts up the palm of her hand. “say no more, i think we’re a bit slow at the moment. how about you take the rest of the day off and enjoy your big day?”

“wait, you mean it?!”

she gives you a smile before disappearing into the back of the shop, “of course. you go ahead and enjoy your day.”

you could barely contain your excitement, practically jumping up and down before pressing a quick, chaste kiss against jinwoo’s lips. “wait for me, i’ll get my stuff and then we can head home and get ready together.”

“of course.” watching you with a gaze that was filled with love and adoration for you, jinwoo settles himself off to the side, now getting a chance to bask in his thoughts.

his last mission was a success, with him finding thousands upon thousands of essence stones. once he scooped up all of the stones while keeping them safely tucked away in the inventory space the system had given him, he knew he was able to afford all the things he wished to give you upon selling them. he knew that his family would always take first priority-

but you deserved it as well, being someone who remained by his side even when he started out as being weaker than the rest.

when jinwoo hears your incoming footsteps, jinwoo looks back at you and gives you a playful grin, relishing in your laughter and the way your newly gifted bracelet shone so brightly against the light, matching with the brilliance of your smile.

and when he takes you into his arms, pulling you flushed against his side while walking with you out of the shop, jinwoo knew that he would do just about anything to protect that smile of yours.

end notes: my birthday is coming up in a few weeks, and i wanted to write a self indulgent fic where the love of my life celebrates it with me 🥹

all stories are written by rei; please do not repost, plagiarize, or translate my works!!

[crguang]

Can I request a SFW Kafka x gn!reader with number 8 "look at me. I love you." from the fluff request and number 92 "it was always you. No matter how many times I disagreed, it was always you." from the angst one? :3

-🧸

cant believe i finally wrote this i wanted it to be extra nice for you and ended up being scared to write it at all hadbskhdf but who doesn't love new beginnings and a set up for "fell first" "fell harder" with kafka

Round lenses soften the blinding sun rays that warm your skin and paint the world an unnatural rose color; bustling streets and selling merchants, running children passing you by and yelling mothers following some steps behind, and in front of you, a low ponytail swinging like a metronome with every self-assured step its owner takes. An amalgamation of sounds converge in your ears as you walk through a lively market, a cacophony of mundane chatter that surrounds you from all sides and makes up the lives of the locals on this planet, which eventually fades into barely perceptible background noise. The swaying ponytail that brushes unfurrowed black leather ahead of you holds all of your attention. Hands resting comfortably in the front pockets of your jacket, you follow wine red hair through the dense crowd like a leashed puppy and it never occurs to you to look away. The spider just below, with its numerous thin limbs glued onto the coat, beckons you closer, close enough to see the carefully spinned web around your torso; a trap. The less distance between you, the tighter its hold on you becomes. You are aware of this particularity as Kafka turns to face you, the end of a lollipop on her tongue, and tilts her head with a perfected Mona Lisa smile on her lips. She speaks, you don’t make out her words blended in the market’s ruckus. She outstretches a gloved hand, you take it without question. Spidersilk wraps around your ankles. 

Her right hand glides the bow over the instrument resting on her shoulder, and the melody she creates with her fingers seems composed by your own heart. Her eyes are closed and her mouth is shut, her mind is miles away somewhere inaccessible, but she is speaking to you through the bright notes of her violin. She stands in the middle of the room, fading sunlight clinging to the ends of her hair and the cuffs of her sleeves, her head tilted towards the wooden instrument that has seen the interior of her heart, and you curse every blink that dares hide her from sight for even an instant. You hear her, you want to tell her that you hear her deep within your blood vessels like her music is the oxygen flowing in your body, yet you are rooted to your privileged seat some feet away from her, your palms on your thighs and your gaze drinking her in. You feel at once light and compressed in a tight space where it is impossible to lay down, the dichotomy between these visceral sensations renders you immobile. Her face twitches near her left eye with a misstep your untrained ear doesn’t register and Kafka doesn’t falter as she continues to play the melody of your heart. When the last note rings out and her hand lowers the violin, she doesn’t meet your glossy eyes. You feel webs irritating your throat.

You wonder if there is a hollow pit past the barriers of her being, if her soul is quiet, and if that is why she conceals it behind easy smiles and nonchalance. You wonder, as you sit with your head in your hands and a weight on your chest, if her rejection is effortless because she’s known nothing else. Or maybe it’s you. How pathetic you are, to look for reasons within her when the issue likely lies in yourself, but you’ve stopped fighting for fairness when you turned old enough to hold a firearm. You are caught in her silk and she is suffocating you. Such fragile material wrapped around your throat, you must be weaker than you thought. She is everywhere; in the passenger seat on the way back from a mission, mere rooms away in each safehouse you stay in, sprawled all over your thoughts until your mind is more hers than it is yours. You can’t escape the ache in your bones after a failed attempt to see through the opaque walls she sits on, looking down on you with a blank gaze. And despite the helplessness, you try again. 

You remember one night, in an alley at the back of a bar, pulsing bass muffled by its rusty door, the smell of alcohol mixed with a hundred bodies’ sweat is overshadowed by the cigarette Kafka lights up. She brings it to her lips, inhales, and the smoke that leaves her mouth only cloaks her features for a few seconds but fresh tobacco fills your nose almost instantly. Her gaze turns to yours and she lifts her hand in invitation. You take the cigarette from her. Your lips wrap around where hers have just been, and because of this moment’s indulgence, you inhale for too long at once. You think you hide the mistake well. Kafka smiles. Her fingertips graze your own as she takes back her cigarette.

“Wanna go back?” She asks, leaning back on the brick wall of the building and releasing gray tendrils of smoke into the air. You shake your head. “Mmm. Me neither.”

In the darkness, with only the back door’s overhead light flickering near you, you rely on the picture perfect model of her in your mind to fill in the part of her face untouched by the unstable yellow light. 

“I think I’ve relaxed enough for one night.”

“Oh, really? Does that mean you won’t call that pretty redhead?”

You look away from her amused expression and stare ahead at the identical brick wall across from where you stand. “What would be the point?”

“To have fun. I think I saw her fall for you a little bit in there.”

“Falling in love is stupid.”

“Isn’t it?”

Kafka blows her smoke in your direction. You turn to meet her eyes through the fumes and like always, you don’t have a clue what’s simmering within them. The bangs over her eyebrows brush her skin with every movement of her head and each silky strand is closer to her than you’ll ever be. You glance at her mouth despite yourself, observe the way her lips close around her cigarette as she takes a drag, and Kafka watches you watching her. She slows down like the world around you, keeping the smoke past her lips for a couple seconds longer than usual before softly exhaling in your face. The smell does nothing to you anymore other than provoke a fleeting tightness in your chest. The bar music has faded away because most things stop in their tracks when you look at her. You stare at each other for an extended moment, in a dark alley on a planet you’ll be robbing of its future tomorrow, and the quiet attempts to cover a vulnerable truth you are both already aware of. 

“Yeah,” you reply after too long, unable to distinguish the colors around her pupils. “I’m too smart for that.”

Kafka smiles. “Yeah, you are.”

You don’t like smoking, even if you gesture for the cigarette she holds between her fingers. Kafka never offers you one after that night. 

The next evening, gunpowder replaces the familiar scent of burning tobacco. Your vision blurs, sometimes closing entirely before you’re jolted awake by two sharp slaps to your right cheek. The stimuli in your ears is distorted as you walk on the edge of unconsciousness, lying on the cool ground of a manufacturing facility. You blink once and the second takes a while to come. Above you, Kafka’s features are hazy. There’s the same smile on her lips when your eyes try to focus on her face, and in your dizzy state, you don’t note the strained edge at the corners of her mouth. Her hands press on your lower abdomen and the acute pain that shoots through your torso makes you cough, the taste of iron at the back of your throat. You shut your eyes with furrowed brows, then receive another couple of firm slaps to your face.

“..ay awake,” there’s a ringing in your ears now, but you make out Kafka’s raspy voice through the fog of your mind. “Thought you were too smart for...”

You don’t hear the rest of what she says and the sight of her moving lips turns dark as you finally lose consciousness. 

When you wake, you don’t recognize your surroundings. Your stomach area aches, but the pain isn’t as severe as it was the last time you were conscious. It takes some time for your eyes to blink open, the effort too great to execute at once, and your lashes flutter with the movement until you’re able to see the white paint peeling off the wall across from the bed you lie on. There’s little light in this space, the outside world is hidden under a layer of paper journals glued to the only window in the room. The faint rays of morning light illuminate the end of the bed where your legs are covered by a thin blanket and the figure to your left wiping dried blood from her sunglasses. Your throat is dry, you can only stare at Kafka sitting on a plain stool at your bedside without acknowledging your state. She isn’t wearing her coat, and her shoulders are bare and tainted with a few streaks of crimson she hasn’t bothered cleaning up during the hour you were transported to this place. Her hands are free from the silk gloves she wears like a second skin. The cuffs of her sleeves are dark with blood. Yours, you think, from when she stopped the bleeding of your abdomen earlier. The events preceding your injury come back to you like a mocking slideshow emphasizing your foolishness; the Stellaron was secured and in the chaos of your exit, you took a blow meant for Kafka. You remember her surprise mirrored by your own, how her eyes widened an inch and her gaze dropped to your stomach, then yours following her line of sight right after. You didn’t think before placing yourself in front of her and were too shocked to register the sound of her guns hitting the ground as her hands reached for you and stopped your fall. 

The air is filled with uncomfortable confessions that don’t need to be uttered— yours, always yours. Your abdomen is bandaged, no longer bleeding profusely from having protected her without a thought and she sits at your bedside, pretending to care for her dirty sunglasses. She is a picture of disinterest, if it isn’t for the way she never meets your eyes. The elephant in the room grows the longer it is left unaddressed. After another minute, Kafka lowers her glasses and looks at you below the neck.

“You’re awake, good,” she says, “that means you’re not as badly hurt as we thought. We still have to stay here for a while, though. You gave us quite a scare.”

“Are you mocking me?”

Once again, you feel suffocated. Your voice is groggy and your words are raw, and you stare at her intently, daring her to hold your gaze. Kafka’s small smile is veiled with uneasiness, you know she can sense the emotion bubbling up your esophagus. 

“I was going to say thanks.”

“You can’t even look at me.” She sighs and faces you. Your eyebrows twitch at the unfamiliar spark in her eyes and agitation takes hold of you. You lift a hand to gesture towards her face. “What is that? Guilt? Now you want to feel guilty?”

Kafka doesn’t respond. You continue after swallowing twice. 

“So what if I got hurt because my feelings for you made me stupid for a minute? What does that change for you?”

The silence that follows your declaration irritates you. She averts her gaze with pursed lips and stares blankly at a corner of the room. She’s known what you feel for her for some time, you know she has. You feel crazy pretending not to see her as more than a companion whose fates are intertwined for the time being while she ignores your chances at getting to know her deeper than her guarded surface. She knows who you are, but you’re not worthy of more than mere glimpses at her heart. Now you’ve said it out loud and it can no longer be ignored or dismissed.

“Look at me.” Your chest rises with emotion you don’t want to contain anymore. You steel yourself so that the words don’t trip on their way out of your mouth, refusing to tear your eyes from her still figure. “Look at me.” 

Kafka stares at you. Your features twist, upset, and she doesn’t look away.

“I love you,” you say firmly, “It was always you, okay? No matter how many times I disagreed, it was always you.”

A weight is lifted off your shoulders once you speak the truth. Kafka’s eyes flit between yours, unreadable, as if making sure of your honesty. You don’t shy away from her attention this time, this is who you are and this is how you feel no matter the fact that she doesn’t reciprocate your feelings. You’re at least free of holding them in like a terrible secret and can start moving on from this embarrassing situation now that everything has been laid on the table. You blink, unaware of the sheen in your gaze.

“...Why are you crying?” Is all Kafka says a moment later.

You wipe your eyes. “I’m not crying.”

“Say it again.”

“What?”

“Say it again. Say you love me.”

You frown. She smiles teasingly at the sight, chuckling to herself, and just like that, some levity settles in the room. Despite being injured, you weakly throw your pillow at her and bite your tongue at the pain the action causes you. Kafka catches it easily.

“What? You were so serious just now. Who knew you could be so charming.”

“Shut up!”

She stands to take a seat at the edge of the bed and flicks your forehead with her middle finger, a softer expression painted on her lips. 

“Next time, no need to play the hero. You can just tell me you love me whenever you like.”

Her words seem conceited, but you’ve spent an egregious amount of time looking at her and you can tell hearing this confession from you makes her happy. She hasn’t refused you outright and is instead observing you like she’s seeing you in a new light, and that is enough for you. Kafka stays in the room until you start complaining about crime and near death experiences making you hungry, to which she rolls her eyes. She still fetches you something to eat. After that day, telling her that you love her gets you the same genuine smile as the first time, and you start figuring out all the ways she expresses her affection in return.

[sillyteecup]

Morning Delights (but make 'em spicy)

Jey Uso x black!o.c

Warnings:

18+

Strong language

Oral (male receiving)

Suggestive content

Mentions of sex

A.N: Okay so because I have a huge "Y/N" phobia, once I create an O.C to pair someone with, I stick with that shit. So like right now I'm not sure if I should just make it a little mini-series of oneshots or nah. Anyway, this little piece was inspired by Warmth by Janet Jackson, so yeah🤭. I hope you like it. Enjoy❤️

Siya was a firm believer in eye contact. In everything she did, she made sure that she commanded attention and respect by staring right into the souls of her audiences souls. Whether it was a conversation, a speech, a performance, and most specially: leaving Josh weak in the knees as she sucked his soul out from his dick.

It was 3:58 am in Cape Town and they were both barely awake in the living room of their villa after basically sleeping through the rest of whatever movie they had been watching before. The only thing illuminating the room was the TV in the background and the red LED lights they had turned on for ambiance the night before.

Neither of them could tell you how they had gotten into that position even if they tried. Yet there Siya was, sitting on the back of her heels, perched between his legs with her hands on his thighs for support. She bobbed her head up and down, keeping her lips tight around him. Her tongue moved up and down his shaft with her head, eliciting the occasional gasp and curse at the ceiling. Her left hand moved to fondle his balls, thumb moving in circles over the sac.

"Fuck," Josh sighed, throwing his head back into the back of the couch.

Siya removed her hand from his balls and dug her pink acrylics into the backs of his thighs; a silent command for him to look at her while she took him in her throat. Josh shook his head in response, too winded to speak. Siya popped him out of her mouth and took his dick into her left hand, running her thumb over his tip. This got Josh's head to shoot up with a look of dismay painted on his sweat decorated face.

"What did I say about taking your eyes off me?" Siya asked, her voice raspy from the sleep and having Josh so deep in her mouth.

"Baby-" Josh began to protest as his hands desperately reached for the back of her head.

Siya however moved her head out of his reach and smirked. "Uh-uh, I asked you a question," she said.

Josh looked at her pleadingly, voice strained as he answered, "You said to keep my eyes on you when you got me down your throat."

Siya then moved to plant soft, wet kisses up his thigh, her tongue drawing circles on his skin. She took his dick into her hand once again, lightly tracing his tip with her tongue before spitting on the same hand. Her hand began to slowly run up and down his shaft, making Josh bite his lip almost hard enough to draw blood as he kept his gaze locked on hers.

"See? You can do it when it's just my hand. Now let's see if you can watch me till you cum," she said. Her lips closed around his tip, tongue ghosting right over the soft spot between his tap and the rest of his dick.

"Shit, Siya...need you," he groaned, fighting the urge to clench his eyes shut.

"Mhmm?" Siya hummed around Josh. making him nod eagerly.

"Yeah, need you so badly baby, fuck," he said, desperation seeping into his voice.

At that, she took him all the way into her mouth, hitting her past her Uvula and down the back of her throat. Siya kept him there for a moment, feeling his dick twitch on her tongue. She began to move her head, keeping a steady pace and essentially using his dick to bruise the back of her throat. She felt her eyes prickle with tears as she took in the sight of her man writhing and fruitlessly grab at the armrests. His strained moans and grunts driving her to go deeper and deeper.

"Baby, I-fuck I'm gonna..." Josh sputtered, struggling to get out a full sentence.

Understanding her boyfriend's warning, she nodded before taking him deep into her throat and keeping him there. Josh let out a choked groan as his seed spilled into her mouth. The tears that had welled up earlier finally spilled down her cheeks as she took the last of his cum down her throat.

Josh regained his composure and nodded at Siya as an affirmation that he was finished. Siya popped him out of her mouth and stuck her tongue out teasingly for him to see the mess he had made on it. Josh let out a breathy chuckle, while she swallowed the last of his seed that was left in her mouth. She then got up from her position on the ground and moved to straddle him, settling her knees on the sides of his waist.

The pair smiled lazily at each other as the soft orange glow of the sunrise shone through the blinds and curtains. They shared a sloppy kiss, tongues passionately moving in sync to one another. Her nails run through the hair on the back his head right down to his nape while his hands gently gripped the thick flesh of her ass.

Her lips moved from his to his jaw, leaving a trail of wet kisses down to his neck. She sucked gently at his neck ellicitng a gasp from him. His hands ran up and down her back, nails digging into her skin occasionally as she gave him a hickey. Her lips released his skin, but not before letting her teeth graze the now darkened patch of skin.

Their lust-filled eyes met, taking each other's flustered states in. Their hair slightly messy from running their fingers through it, their lips swollen from the passionate kiss they just shared, and now the dark mark forming on the base of Josh's collarbone. Not to mention Josh's hard-on pricking at Siya's warm, wet core.

"What?" Siya asked mischievously as Josh's gaze and begun to burn at her skin.

"Just admiring my beautiful, beautiful woman that's all," Josh replied with a lazy smirk.

Siya grinned as she felt the heat run up to her cheeks. "Yeah?" she said, lightly biting her lip.

"Yeah," he said before sitting up to lean. closer to her ear I'm also thinking about how in a minute, I'm gonna have you bent over the back of this couch and fuck you till you can't even remember your own name," he growled lowly, making her shift unconsciously on his lap to create some friction.

"Promise?" she asked, her grin now a devilish smirk.

Josh planted his hands on her waist and bucked his hips to grind up against her clothes pussy, sending a shiver down her spine.

"Does that feel like a promise?"

[iloveaustinelvisandmannymore]

Can u do a story with gun woo and he's a sub and it's fem reader dom with like overstim for him to the point we just drain him of every last morsel of cum in his body until he's basically crying and spewing nothing but incoherent begs to stop of course is consensual tho between both party's 😇😇

The flicking flames of the candles lit up the pitch-black room and cast an ominous, seductive glow. Your hand caressed your boyfriend's soft calve and trailed up from his thigh up to his firm chest. His heartbeat sped up wildly under your touch, and you could feel his unconcealed shudder of anticipation.

Gunwoo was truly beautiful, with his soft black locks lying messily over his forehead and blindfold. His kissed red, plump lips were shaped in a perfect O, as he tugged and struggled against his bonded wrists and ankles. His firm and defined chest heaved like he couldn't breathe.

"Jagiya, you're not b-being fair." He whined pathetically, lifting his hips in the air, bucking into the air. His cook stood tall and proud; the pinkish tip leaked pearl droplets. You chuckled, eyed his dick without shame, got in between his forced-apart legs, and laid down. "Never said I would be." You grin and drag your tonight flat against his twitching length to the tip before swirling your tongue around the head of his cock. You were awarded by his sweet cries for mercy. This went on for a couple of hours, your mouth would bring him to the peak of heaven and then have him plummeting to earth, edging the poor man. Finally, after his tenth missed orgasm, you decided you were gonna treat yourself.

Sitting up, you swung your leg over his hips, his member lined perfectly with your dripping entrance. With one hand, you kept him lined to your core, and the other rested over his heart, "Buckle up, buttercup, this cowgirl is ready for her ride." That was Gunwoo's only warning before his cock was suddenly embedded in your wet, gummy walls.

You laughed as you already felt his seed squirt rope after rope. His hips stuttered, and moans ran out his lips like a river. "Really? You couldn't hold it? Pathetic boy." You scolded him mockingly as you lifted yourself until his tip was the only thing inside before slamming down. Exotic noises of wet, squelching of your slick, cum filed cunt along with sweaty skin slamming together was a fire mix tape to your ears. "Jagiya! I-no more cum- S' much" Gunwoo cried, unable to finish one sentence, his blindfold soaked with his salty tears and his hands braced on the rope of his bondage. "Oh, but you can." You purred, enjoying this all too much as every bounce had him spilling his seed. It had become too much for your sweet boyfriend.

"One more for me baby, promise." You lean down, breast against his chest, and catch your boyfriend's lips with yours. Your hips continued to work up and down at a fast pace; you could already imagine the mess behind you. Slick mixed seed, flying out of your joined sex, covering his hefty balls and your thighs, landing on the black bed sheets, painting a pleasured story of passion and torture. Gunwoo moaned into your mouth as he bucked frantically into your cunt as you bounced, and with one desperate, hard thrust, the last bit of his semen filled your stuffed pussy.

A/n: I'm so sorry this took so long, dear Anon. I had smut burnout, but I think it's coming back. I hope this was worth the wait and you get to see this. ^^

[minimomoe]

Love Bites

Baker Fem Reader x Toji Fushiguro (mafia au)

word ct: 15.1k, 11 Chapters

tags: Fluff, grumpy x sunshine, found family, a little angsty but nothing too bad, marriage proposal, established relationship, (last chapter only: kitchen sex, creampie, oral- fem receiving, other sexxy funtime stuff)

Chapter Eight: Sparkling Juice

“I want you to open my present first!” Yuji shoves his present into your hands. Nobara plucks the haphazardly wrapped present out of your hands and puts her own to replace it. It had crisp edges and was topped with a bow. “She’s obviously going to open mine first, Yuji!”

“The only correct answer is opening mine first,” Megumi says, taking the basket holding your present out of his white dog’s mouth. Both black and white dogs had reindeer horns, but the white dog had Rudolph's nose attached to his snout. You laughs

 as the kids argue with each other, and Toji watches you from across the room. He smiles to himself, adoring the way that you are fully relaxed with everybody in the family. The dogs lay beside your feet, their tails wagging lazily and tongues lolling. Before the kids dragged you to open their presents, you were showing off the christmas sweater you had handknitted to Suguru, which you had made for Megumi and Toji to wear as well. Toji didn’t know how you knew his size so well, and the same went for Megumi, but they both fit perfectly. Forest green cable knit sweaters that had snowflakes carefully embroidered into it. You had shyly presented them to Toji and Megumi along with their other presents, as if you were afraid they wouldn’t like your first gift. He was speechless when he opened the box. How you managed to make them both sweaters and take care of the bakery was a mystery to him. Megumi had taken off his shirt right away and put it on, then tightly hugged you. Toji followed suit and ignored the pestering questions from Sukuna who wanted you to make him a sweater too. 

You open Megumi’s small box first as he wished and you are greeted with a tiny ceramic butterfly. It’s a blue morpho, and in one of the wings your name was painted into it. You gasp and carefully take it out of the packaging. 

“You made this?” You say in a hush voice. 

“Yep. You said butterflies were your favorite!” Megumi smiles up at you. 

“I mentioned that ages ago. Thank you, Gumi-bear,” you wrap your arms around him and press kisses into his forehead. The little boy's face was beet red when you let go of him, but when he turns to face Yuji and Nobara he sticks out his tongue. 

“Beat that!” 

When the gift exchange is over you, the kids, and the rest of the adults move to the dining area to eat. Gojo decided to be the host of Christmas this year, and you could tell that he really loved it. Him and his girlfriend decorated the chairs and seating arrangements with tiny Santas and wreaths. Glasses of non alcoholic, sparkling juice in fancy champagne flutes were placed right in front of the plates and Yuji grabs his and downs it in one sip. Nobara is quick to smack the back of his head and lectures him on table manners. You sit in between Toji and Megumi, and directly across from you sat Choso and his partner. She’s a pretty yet quiet girl, just like you. You give a soft smile and she returns it. Toji grabs your hand under the table and brings it up to your lips. 

“After we eat we can go home. I still have to give you your present,” he says. 

“You got a present to give me, big guy?” Sukuna says from down the table. Toji shoots him an annoyed look but everybody else snickers. 

“Yeah, let me get the right sized boot to shove my foot up your ass. You can keep it after that.”

“Language,” Nanami warns, making the other two men stop barking at each other. He carries a gorgeous honeyed ham baked to perfection from the kitchen. “Do you want ham?” He asked you softly and you nod enthusiastically.

“Did you make this yourself? It smells amazing, Kento.”

He grins and cuts you a slice. “Nanamin is a great cook. He makes a lovely wife,” Gojo pipes up. 

“Being a housewife doesn’t sound too bad,” he mutters for only you to hear and winks. “I poisoned one item on your plate,” he says offhandedly to Gojo. “Eat it if you dare.” 

Gojo gasps dramatically and all the children burst into laughter. The meal was filled with jokes and laughter the entire time. You forgot how wonderful Christmas is when you have people to share it with. 

You and Toji decided to leave once Megumi could barely hold his head up anymore. He had stayed up all night just for the sake of staying up and now the lack of sleep was catching up to him. Toji hauls him in his arms while you carry all the gifts you three received and herd the dogs into the car. Toji safely buckles Megumi in and climbs into the driver seat and immediately holds your hand. 

“You didn’t cry this time,” he comments when he starts the car. You roll your eyes and scoff. 

“I didn’t cry on thanksgiving! I had something in my eye.”

“For thirty minutes?”

“Eyes lashes are tiny,” you mumble and he laughs. “So… do I have to beg for my present or is it waiting for me when we get home?”

“I like it when you beg but it’s already there.” Toji runs his thumb over your knuckles. You stare at him curiously but if Toji didn’t want to explain something you couldn’t get more information out of him. What you did notice is the nervous tapping his forefinger made on the steering wheel, making you wonder what sort of present could make him this nervous. 

Arriving at Toji’s home looked the same as always. You thought maybe he had gotten you a new car but that didn’t seem to be the case. You gather the presents once again and the dogs dash into the backyard. Megumi, bleary eyed and still sleepy, forces himself to walk so that he can see your present too. Toji stills at the entrance into the houses and looks back at you one last time. “This is only one part, but I figured you should see this first.”

“Open the door!” You and Megumi say together, and you drum on his arm and he shakes his head. 

He opens the door and you enter the home hand in hand with Megumi. There was nothing new that you could see immediately. The foyer looks the same, there’s nothing on the stairs or in the living room. You look back to give Toji a confused look and he points to the dining area. You creep over there, noting the way that Megumi’s hand tightens around yours. To your surprise it’s not an object that’s waiting for you in the dining chair, but rather a person who’s back was facing you. The person hears you moving behind them and turns around, making you freeze completely. 

“Merry Christmas,” the man says to you, and tears quickly fill your eyes. 

“Ezra?”

Chapters: I. II. III. IV. V. VI. VII. VIII. IX. X. XI.

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[saltwaterburns]

Hey! If it’s alright, may I request Lockwood and co x reader (platonic) where they comfort reader after finding out their partner cheated on them with a close friend?

intertwined, sewn together - lockwood & co.

This is so extremely late and I'm so sorry but this whole thing just, clicked today. I also included Holly from the books, I hope that's okay!! You can switch her and Lucy's places, though, it's not relevant to the plot. This one is short, but hopefully enough 🤍

Small sobs are wrecking your body as you hurry down the road, the soft pitter patter sound of raindrops falling down around you echoing throughout the entire street. The weather is gloomy, the entire sky painted almost black with the hues of dark blue clouds, the rumble of oncoming thunder heard in the distance. You suppose it's slightly funny that mother nature is keen upon showing off your inner turmoil to other people like this, because it's almost a picture perfect copy of how you feel.

How could you have been so stupid? You knew it was a bad idea to date someone, taking your current occupation into consideration. It was even worse of an idea when that someone was a bloody Fittes agent. But you decided to make an exception, to finally cave and try something new, something exhilarating. You really thought you could make it work with him, oblivious to the little white lies his mouth was spewing the whole time you were together about how he'd treat you like you were the loveliest girl on the planet. Yet here you are, tears shining on your red and blotchy cheeks after seeing him with his tongue stuck down another agents throat. Its not her fault, of course. At least you hope. You're praying that he hadnt told that girl anything, that she had no idea about your existence. You really dont want to hate her. You've seen her around the archives sometimes when you're tagging along with George to work on some research. She was always the only one to send a kind smile your way, often times making the tips of George's ears turn pink.

You turn around the corner and as Portland Row comes into your line of sight, the tight grip on your heart starts loosening. Home. You quicken your step and just when you reach the threshold to the house, it starts pouring down behind you. The streets quickly become flooded and you smile weakly in victory for making it there before getting soaked, messing around with the doorknob a bit before managing to somehow get it to open.

You let the door slam shut behind you and the gut wrenching feelings return now that you managed to arrive at home. Soft glow is emitting from the kitchen alongside gentle muffled laughter you manage to pick up and the melancholy feeling makes your eyes well up again.

"Y/N? Are you back already?" Someone asks. It snaps you out of your thoughts and you look up, quickly wiping your eyes with the backs of your hands. Holly is standing before you, her head tilted to the side in confusion, then worry. "Have you been crying?"

You shake your head frantically, not trusting yourself with the task of speaking. You're pretty sure nothing but a sob would leave your mouth right now. But Holly knows, Holly always knows. She opens her arms and pulls you into her warm embrace and for a moment you feel like a kid who has scraped her knee and is now crying silently in the arms of her mother. She sits down with her back leant against the wall and pulls you down alongside her, her hands not once leaving yours. You sit beside her and your head rests on her shoulder, her arm wrapped around you. Not a word is spoken, but her presence feels like a snug, homemade blanket smelling of cinnamon buns. Even if they're low carb.

Two presences join you. Its one for all and all for one, after all. George and Lockwood situate themselves down on either side of you and Holly. A moment of silence passes, and then Lockwood breaks. "I knew it. I knew he would end up being a slimy git. What else can you expect from Fittes agents these days. I'll hunt him down, I swear. He will regret the day he messed with an asset of Lockwood & Co."

The sudden outburst makes a small flame of joy spark in your chest and before you know it, you giggle. You cover your mouth in embarrassment, but then Holly also giggles and before you know it, you're a heap of laughing mess on the floor with George and Lockwood snickering beside you as well.

"I could steal something from Fittes again and blame it on him?" George offers, brushing it off as a mere joke when Holly looks up at him bewilderedly. You laugh again, your stomach cramping at the action and thank him, whispering that you'll think about it when Holly is distracted by noticing that Lucy is approaching, waving her over. Lucy sits down in front of you, offering you a doughnut from a big plate. You grab one (chocolate filling, your favourite) and thank her with a little smile. She smiles back and takes your hand in hers, giving it a reassuring squeeze.

"I'm here for you, babe, always. We all are. That prick wouldn't recognise a good thing even if it hit him in the face," she says, rolling her eyes. Everyone is keen to agree, starting to list things wrong with the man. You're glad that they haven't forced you talk about what went down, the ache of it still very real inside your heart. You would tell them, eventually. For the safety of the bloke. He should've thought about having bloodthirsty agents after him before sticking his tongue down her throat.

You lean back into Holly's side, her arm sneaking around you. All of them are laughing and excitedly conversing with each other but you're glad to stay out of it for now, doing your best to memorise this moment so you can revisit it when the feelings become too much. Your friends are the things you hold closest to your heart, you're sure of it now.

[thebadgerclan]

Appetizer

Pairing: Aleksander Morozova x reader

Requested by Anonymous

Summary: He needs to taste you...

Smut!

Aleksander was tense at your side.  His knuckles were white as he gripped his fork, and his hand shook as he brought his wine glass to his lips.  “Darling?” you asked coyly, resting a hand on his bicep.  “Are you alright?”  Your husband slowly inhaled, his gaze remaining fixed on the wall before him.  You were attending a state dinner for the Kerch, which meant the Grisha were effectively on display.

For you, this meant wearing your black silk kefta and entering proudly on your husband’s arm, the full force and power of the Morozovas and the Grisha as a whole on display.  You had chosen to wear your hair down, your lips painted a scarlet red, and it was driving Aleksander crazy.  It hadn’t helped that you’d pinned him against a wall and kissed him senseless just before you had to leave for the dinner, which left Aleksander achingly hard and needing you.

“I think you know the answer to that, my love,” he replied, taking your hand and squeezing it.  You looked at him with innocent eyes, and your husband’s cock throbbed with need.  He leaned towards you, looking to everyone else like he was a man besotted with his wife, whispering sweet nothings in her ear.  Which wasn’t entirely false, but his words were anything but innocent.

“If we weren’t in public right now, I’d have my head between your legs.”  You nearly choked on your wine, and Aleksander let a hand rest on your thigh, squeezing softly.  “I can barely smell my dinner, sweetling, all I can smell is your dripping cunt.”  You covered a moan with a cough, and your husband smirked.  “Sasha,” you whispered, and he pressed a deceptively gentle kiss to your cheek.

“Can you keep quiet, my love?  Be a good girl for me?”  Eagerly, you nodded, and Aleksander stood, slipping from the room.  For a moment, you were confused, until you felt something warm brush against your leg.  Your husband had bent the shadows around him, allowing him to crawl beneath the table unseen.  He slid your kefta the dress up, his palms warm against your skin, slowly tugging your undergarments down.

Then, his lips, soft and gentle against your thighs, creeping upwards towards your wet pussy.  Your breathing became ragged as your husband’s kisses moved upwards.  One of his hands splayed across your lower abdomen, the other rested on your hip.  Aleksander breathed deeply, the scent of your arousal headier than any liquor, and he dipped his head, licking at your cunt.

You had your napkin crumpled in your fist, squeezing it so hard it was a wonder your fingers didn’t break.  Aleksander lapped at your slit, his tongue laving and flicking at your clit, all of which would normally have you moaning and crying his name.  But here, in a crowded ballroom, the Kerch ambassador and the King and Queen of Ravka mere feet away, you were forced to dig your nails into your palm and bite your lip to keep from moaning.

Aleksander, for one, was in heaven.  There were very few things he enjoyed more than eating you out; very few places he enjoyed being more than with his face between your thighs.  It barely mattered that it was sweltering beneath the table, it barely mattered that the hardwood floor was biting into his knees.  Your husband was drunk on the taste of your cunt, and he pressed his tongue deeper into you, his nose bumping against your sensitive clit.

When he drew your clit into his mouth and sucked, you couldn’t hold back a moan.  You were barely able to cover it with a cough, and the Kerch ambassador turned to you, concern on his face.  “My lady,” he said in heavily accented Ravkan.  “Are you well?  You look rather flushed.”  You coughed once more, lifting your water glass to your lips.  “Fine, fine,” you replied, your voice breathy.  “Just a bit warm in here, is all.”

Beneath the table, Aleksander grinned wickedly, once more licking a stripe across your pussy, the hand on your belly pressing down slightly.  You fought the urge to buck your hips,  your toes curling in your boots, teeth digging into your lip.  Your husband had shifted his focus once again to your clit, flicking the tip of his tongue over it and suckling gently on it, which had you hurtling towards an orgasm.

Aleksander sensed it, as he always did, and he felt you reach down for him.  He took your hand and squeezed it, and when he sucked a bit harder on your clit, you came, letting out a strained sigh that ended with a slight moan.  Your husband pressed a few soft kisses to your thighs before righting your undergarments and skirt and extricating himself from beneath the table.

“My love,” he said, returning to your side, not at all looking like he’d spent the past 10 minutes under a table licking your cunt.  “Are you feeling alright?  You don’t look too well.”  Aleksander made a show of feeling your forehead and shaking his head.  “Sweetling, you’re burning up.  Come, let’s get you to bed.”  Your husband made his apologies to the Kerch ambassador and to the King and Queen before escorting you from the ballroom.

The moment you were in the hall, you had Aleksander pressed against the wall, kissing him hungrily.  “Sasha,” you breathed, tugging at his hair.  “If you don’t take me to bed right now, I swear to the Saints, I’ll-”  You were cut off by your husband lifting you into his arms and kissing you.  “Don’t worry, my sweet,” he cooed, already carrying you down the hall.  “That was just an appetizer.”

[nightwriter357]

Matching halloween costumes

Damien Haas x reader

The smosh cast are out clubbing for halloween and Damien walks in wearing a costume that compliments yours.

I know the masked man is a wierd add-on, he's a real-life insert that I just had to include, as is most of this story. I also tried writing some of the parts in my native language and then translating, hope it works okay, let me know.

VERY, very Smuty(18+)

The nightclub pulsed with Halloween energy, lights flickering over a crowd adorned in elaborate costumes. You dressed as Karlach from Baldur's Gate 3 with red body paint, a broken horn and her signature black leather outfit complete with golden rings and studs all over. Courtney was dancing next to you, stunning as Princess Peach, twirled with Shayne, who embodied Mario's spirit. 

You notice a masked figure observing you from the edge of the dance floor, his costume shrouded in mystery. It wasn't too weird, though—it's Halloween, after all. You continued dancing but couldn't help observing this strange man staring at you, following you around the room as you kept up with your friend. As you were dancing he moved closer, trying to cut in. Shayne noticed and danced around him in a circle yelling, " let's a-go," until the masked man left.

You laughed, mouthing "thank you to Shayne"

"No problem" he answered, still dancing.

You walked to the bar to order a shot, you threw it down quickly. You were already feeling a bit tipsy, you had been here for a while but some of the cast hadn't arrived yet. The masked man started walking towards you. 

"Hey," his voice muffled behind the mask. "I'm Walter, Can I get your number?"

You, eager to end the encounter, rattled off a fake number. "Sure, it's *******," you replied hastily, hoping he'd leave.

 He just stood there, you watched him questioning, until you relised you could just leave. Unnerved, you slipped outside for fresh air, relief washing over you as you leaned against a cool wall. As you let out a deep breath, you could se Spencer and Damien arriving. You were filled with an overwhelming amount of joy as you ran towards them. You placed a peck on Spencers lips.

"Well, hello to you too," Spencer exclaimed, a bit shocked about your friendliness.

You moved over to Damien, expecting to give him a quick peck as well. When your lips met you felt a shock of electricity shooting through your body. The kiss lingered, he parted your lips with his own before pushing his tongue into your mouth. The chemistry sparked, Damien's hands explored your back before resting on your waist and pulling you in closer.

Spencer coughed, "Hello?!?"

You and Damien pulled apart, staring at eachother for a moment before snapping out of it. You looked over to Spencer. Now definitely feeling a bit drunk, that must have been the liquid curage. "Ehm, Hello, nice to meet you", you said before squinting your eyes at what just came out of you mouth.

Spencer grinned, "Yeah, It was very nice when it happened a couple of years ago", He was dressed as Margo Robbies Barbie, matching some of the girls that were here, it made sense. You realized you hadn't looked at Damien fully yet and turned to him.

Damien smirked, his eyes alight with playful banter, captivating as Astarion from Baldur's Gate 3. His silver hair and pale skin made it a perfect match. Oh shit, we match. Spencer practicly forced you and Damien out on the dancfloor. 

Damien leaned over and whispered, "That's one hell of a greeting, darling".

You chuckled, feeling a warmth beyond the drinks. "Couldn't resist," you admitted.

Inside, the music throbbed louder, Spencer found his way to the other. You and Damien found your own place on the dance floor.  Your movements  flirtatious and the looks you gave eachother were telling. Damien leaned in, his tone a mix of teasing and genuine interest. "You know, I romanced Karlach when I played Baldur's Gate 3. She's quite the badass."

You grinned mischievously, "Oh yes, I am. To bad I'm so hot we can't touch, you raised an eyebrow at him.

He let out a small laugh, "Oh I wouldn't know, I played the PG13 version on stream".

" I romanced Astarion,"you said as you turned around to go to the bar "But it was very much not PG13"

Meanwhile, Courtney and Shayne searched for you as you had planned on leaving together, joined by Angela, Chucky. The masked man, Walter, approached them.

"You guys are friends with y/n, right" he asked, behind the mask.

Courtney looked puzzled, "ehm.. yeah? why have you seen her?"

"That's the thing, I havn't been able to reach her, should I try her again?" he held up his phone.

Shayne chimed in, "Sure, we kind of need to find her."

As you ordered another drink keeping a look out for the masked man, Walter. You hadn't seen him in a while, and somehow that was creeping you out more than when you knew he was staring at you. You went back up to Damien

Damien pulled you closer, concern flickering in his eyes. "You okay?"

"Yeah, just some weirdo," You reassured, leaning into him gratefully.

He put his hands on your hip.

You smiled and looked up at him, "Can I kiss you again?"

He leaned in to kiss you. His tongue was back in your mouth, massaging you own with slow motions. 

You put your hand on his chest, feeling the drawstrings holding his shirt together. "Since I met you, all I wanted to do was touch you. Now that I can, I never want to let you go.

He gasped, " Y/n, I.. I feel the same way.

You looked deeply into his eyes, "I hope you know that I'm yours. Completeley. And I'd like you to touch me now.

His eyes widened, "I thought you'd never ask.

He kissed you again, letting his hands roam all over your body, smearing the red body paint all over you and himself. It was kind of fitting for his costume though, Flecks of red all across his face and on his lips, as well as his hands. The moment felt so intimate, even though you were sorrounded by people on the dance floor. His hands found their way under your top, his finger squeezing your nipple as you moaned into his neck. You started kissing his neck, biting, anything to keep from screaming. 

You put your lips against his ear, "more".

His hands moved down over you body. Finally touching your pussy through your pants. 

"Oh yes, Damien please," you whispered before disapearing into his neck once more. 

He held you close as he started rubing his fingers on your clit, Even though there was a barrier between you and Damiens fingers, the friction was enough to make your knees go weak. Damien used his other arm to hold you up as his fingers played with you, tracing along your entrance. You felt your eyes flutter and your body started to tingle. 

"Damien, you're going to make me cum" you whimpered.

His breath was hot against your ear, "Cum for me, Cum on my fingers"

You held on to him, pushing against his hand, leaving sloppy kisses on his neck as you rode out your orgasm on the dance floor. You breathed heavily looking at him, his eyes were dark.

"Bathroom?"

"Bathroom!"

You stepped out from the dancefloor, finding Courtney waiting anxiously. 

"There you are! We've been looking everywhere. That guy Walter's been trying to call you."

You waved dismissively. "Don't worry, I gave him a fake number."

Your phone rang then, It was her mother calling, wgy would she be calling now?. Puzzled, she answered, "Mom?"

"Who the fuck is Walter?" your mother demanded.

Realization hit Y/N, and she burst out laughing. "Oh my God, I accidentally gave him your number!"

Courtney laughed with her. "Classic Y/N."

Damien joined them, wrapping an arm around you. "What's so funny?"

You grinned up at him. "I gave that creep my mom's number instead of a fake one."

Damien chuckled, shaking his head. "Well, that's one way to handle it?"

"Are you ready to go?" Courtney interrupted.

You looked at Damien, "Nah, you guys go ahead I think, I'll stay"

As the other guys left, Damien grabbed your hand and led you to the bathroom. As the door to the stall closed you fell into eachothers arms again. You pushed his up against the wall, letting you fingers run over his chest before attacking his neck with your mouth. As you pulled back you noticed that his expression had changed, it was hungrier, needier. 

You stand in front of Damien and smile for a second. He locks the door behind him and catches you in his arms. You kiss each other, finally it's just the two of you. He presses you against the door and and uses  one hand to hold your arms above your head. With the other hand, he traces over your body, past your breasts, over your waist, and down towards your thigh. 

You moan out for him, "Damien please, nobody's here, you can do whatever you want to me."

He dosen't respond, instead his fingers change direction, over your thigh, teasingly close to your groin, up over your stomach before his hand stops at your chest. He leaves your lips and kisses your neck instead, sucking and biting, while slowly squeezing your breast. He releases your wrists and begins to massage the other breast as well. After a while, he moves his hand to remove your top.

"Please fuck me, Damien," you gasp.

For a second, he hesitates; he could have you completely naked in front of him in a second. Without a thread on your body in a crampt stall in some club bathroom. No one outside knows what's going on. No one would know that while they're out there on the dance floor, he has his fingers inside you while you moan his name loudly in pleasure. Some of the cast was probably still here though, sat at a table, wondering where you had gone while he has his tongue in you. It's too much.

"Spread your legs," he says , and you obey. "Wider."

You move your legs further apart. Damien traces the inside of your thighs with his fingers while looking deeply into your eyes. Your mouth is half-open, and you breathing heavily again. You indress, getting ready to finally feel him inside of you. Damiens other hand strokes your cheek before he pushes two of his fingers into your mouth and let's you eagerly suck on them. When he takes them out, they're soaked with your spit

"Good girl," he says proudly.

"Damien, I want you so bad"

Quickly, he rippes your panties of and slides the wet fingers into you presses against your crotch. His fingers are cold, making you gasp. He teasingly pulls on toys with your clit and roles you in netween his fingers. Your arms move down to get under his shirt, to finally feel his skin against yours while he slowly plays with you. His body, unlike his fingers, is feverishly warm, and he quickly pull the shirt up over his head. 

"You're so fucking wet," he mutters into your ear and kisses you.

He takes hold of your waist and presses you against the door again. You wrap one leg around his waist and your fingers dig into his back, deep. Your longing turnning into pure desperation as you kiss each other again. 

"Stay there," Damien says, putting you back on your feet, still pressed against the door.

He get's on his knees, leans forward and parts your folds with his tongue, you moan out loudly. He starts slow and presses his tongue against you and slowly moves his tongue up and down your entrance. When he finally moves across your clitoris, your body twists in pleasure. Damein starts to suck and kiss and lick, he's compleatly lost in you. He digs his fingers into your thighs as he presses them apart to gain more acess. It almost hurts, but that pain cannot be compared to the excitement you feel. Greedily, he licks you up and down, letting his tongue trace the folds between the lips and before he sucks you into his mouth again. You dig your fingers into his silver hair and press his mouth against you, harder. You can feel his groaning against you, making you hump your sore wet pussy against Damiens mouth as you feel another orgasm comming.

"Don't stop," you say, pressing his head against your needy pussy "Keep licking me, please, Please continue, I'm gonna cum for you again, Damien."

"I love making you feel good, baby"

While Damien continues to lick and suck, he released his grip on your thigh and slowly inserted a finger into you. He starts thrusting the finger into you, and you moan in rhythm. His mouth leaves your pussy, and he stands up to search for your mouth. Damiens lips are wet from your juices. Your tongue meets his, and you can taste yourself in his kisses. You lock your hands behind his neck and pull him closer to kiss him deeper, all while he continues to move his fingers in and out of you. You moan into his mouth, you're getting close again. Damiens feels you moaning faster in his mouth,  slows down his fingers and pulls his lips away from yours. 

You let your eyes rest on his, "I love the way you touch me, Damien you're driving me wild"

He looked into your eyes, his breath syncing with the now, slow rhythm of his fingers. Your hands slid from his neck and found themselves on his cheeks. You pulled him closer and softly kissed his upper lip. You put your hand on his thigh, he still had his pants on, you move yourself closer to s his erection pressing yourself against his clothed crotch. He loses concentration on your kisses when you start caressing Damien's hard cock outside the fabric. You slide down to the floor in front of him, looking up at him as you unbutton his jeans and pull them down to the floor. You touch his hard cock through his underwear.

The anticipation of what's to come makes Damien groan, " You're so fucking perfect. I can't believe you're mine"

Your fingers trace the edge of his underwear before you pull them down too. His cock stands inches from your lips, and you look at it longingly. It's big and rock hard for you. You want to swallow him immediately, but you stop yourself, starting out with placing soft kisses on  his shaft. Damien exhales satisfactorily as you push your hair away from your face, collecting it into a ponytail and making him hold it. Your tongue finds its way up his cock but stops just before the tip. You continue to tease him with your tongue and lips, tracing from root to tip without ever letting you tongue tast it. It drives him mad, you can feel his hand tighening around your hair. Then you you start to softly and slowly kiss his tip, giving him something but not everything he wants.

"Fuck y/n, your so fucking hot with my cock on your tongue," his eyes are glued to you.

You tilt your head slightly back so Damien can see your tongue moving over his shiny tip. Your hand closes around his cock, and you start to jerk him off slowly. The feeling of him in your hand is to much, he slowly pushes into your mouth. You take all of him into your mouth, closing your lips around him. Damiens cock feels warm and smooth in your mouth.

"Fuck," he exhales, closing his eyes in enjoyment. Your moans become muffled with your mouth filled with Damiens cock. "So fucking beautiful with my cock down your throat"

You look up at him and let his cock slide out of your mouth. "Mm, I love your cock, Damien," you say, filling your mouth with spit and releasing it over his tip. 

You massage your saliva in with slow strokes before putting your lips against his tip again. You grab at him and letting him know that you want him to fuck your mouth. He starts slowly, moving while you keep your head still and only move your tongue around his cock, as it's going in and out of your mouth. You can tell Damien loves watching his cock disappear into your mouth and then reappear. The excitement seems to overwhelm him, as he looks away for a second.

Damien guides you back onto your feet and, in a quick, smooth movement, spins you around and pushes you foward facing the door again. You put your hands against it and turn your head back towards him. He looks at you with dark hungry eyes but dosen't move. 

You push yourself against him, "please, Damien"

"Your body drives me fucking crazy, you're everything I've ever wanted, so fucking tight around me "

You begin to whimper with impatience as Damien takes his time taking in this sight. His hand strokes up your back before grabbing your waist. With one hand around his cock, Damien searches for your wet pussy.  He drags it along your slit before slowly but inserting the tip into you. Your impatience grows, and you press your body back to make him slide further into you. You moan and start breathing heavily and loudly. Damien lets you press your body closer to his, his cock going deeper inside you, and he loves the feeling of you so tight around him. You start fucking yourself on him as he just stands there, taking in the view.  

"Please Damien, fuck me" you scream in frustration. All thoughts of the people outside disappear; the only thing that matters is Damien inside you.

He smiles and exhales through his nose.

"Do you want me to fuck you, y/n?"

"Yes, please," you whimper, feeling like you might lose your mind if he doesn't do it soon.

"Like this?" he asks, slaming his cock into you in one motion.

Damien worries he's hurt you until you moan loudly with pleasure. You lose control and moan louder than ever before. Damien leaves you only to thrust back into you again. He continues with deep, hard thrusts that gradually increase in speed, synchronized with your breathing.

"Oh my god, you feel so good inside me," your body slammed against the door. "Harder, Damien please, I want to feel all of you.

 With his hands on your waist, guiding you, his cock gets even deeper inside of you. He keeps fucking you with deep, powerful strokes.

"I'm cuming, Damien," you manage to say between moans and as he moves even faster inside of you.

 Eventually, you feel the warmth spread from your pussy, down your legs, on his cock. You scream out in pleasure but Damien doesn't slow down his movements. As he feels your pussy clench around his cock, it sends him over the edge too. You feel him start to pump his release into you and groan loudly. He collapses against you, and arch your back to lean your head against his shoulder. You stand there like that, still with him still inside you. You wait until your breathing returns to normal. You look at each other and smile broadly. His white shirt was pink from being covered by the paint that used to cover your body.

As you step out of the stall, you're greeted by a security guard. He raises an eyebrow at you, obviously fully aware of what you were doing. 

"We're already closed you know" He said, eyeing you both.

You excuse yourself and start to leave

"Hey, are you Y/N, by the way?" the security guard asks.

You nod, still catching your breath from the intense encounter.

"Some guy in a mask named Walter was looking for you," he informs you with a smirk.

You and Damien exchange amused glances.

"Well, Walter's just going to have to wait," Damien quips, pulling you closer to him.

"Yeah, tell him to call me" you add with a playful wink.

As you both head out of the club, leaving the security guard shaking his head, you can't help but laugh together at the unexpected turn of events. The club is compleatly empy, it looks like it's been close for a while. When you get outside the city looks dead, not a cab in sight. 

"You wanna join me for a walk home?" He smiled at you.

"I could go for, a walk."

[writingsofwesteros]

Larys Strong x reader with an age gap but he was her teacher or something with forbidden sexual tension like Daemon and Rhaenyra in the first half of the show

Also I love you a lot and have been obsessed with your fics since I first watched hotd

Similar Request: Kinktober request: Professor Otto or Professor Larys x female student plsss!!

AN: Hi, I hope you like it x

NSFW

“You smell good.” The familiar, deep voice of your professor whispered into your ear as your body stiffened. “Professor….” The title fell from your soft lips as you still stared ahead. His hand softly began to move up and down your sides as soft shivers moved over your spine. A spark of fear washed over you as those big eyes of yours looked around the busy room.

Still, Larys continued to push your buttons as he rested his head on your neck. A hum escaping him as your mouth watering scent washed over him. A soft gasp escaped you at the feel of his hard length brushing against your back. “Did you wear this for me?” Larys purred; his fingers playing with the thin strap of your little black dress.

The material clung to your figure with ease as those sweet, perky breasts of yours were being shown off completely. His free hand slowly moved over your collar bone before fingering the pretty, diamond necklace settled on your soft neck. A gift from him and you knew it would drive him wild, which was why you had worn it this evening even as your families were in the room.

His hands roamed your body with ease and without care as he slowly pushed you against the window. The coldness brushed over your sweet, perky breasts and had your nipples pebbling soon enough. “I wonder what they would say, if they knew what you were.” Larys hummed; his tongue moving up and down your neck as you shivered some more.

Gods, had he no shame? Thankfully, the dim lights of the large, full room kept any stares from coming your way. Subtly, your thighs began to rub against each other as your stomach only tightened in anticipation. You could feel your cheeks warming up as his hand easily slipped under the tight, silk material of the dress.

His dark chuckle sounded out as he realised the lack of underwear as his fingers brushed against your bare, creamy pussy. Larys hummed and whispered sweet nothings in your ear just as he had done in the classes he taught. His fingers captured your sweet clit and you could only whimper. Your delicate, red painted hand reached for the bar.

A sharp gasp escaped you and soon his fingers were completely coated with your wetness. Your head falling back against his chest whilst his touches only kept that slow, precise touch. It was driving you wild. Larys was obsessed with your begging but you fought against it. “We shouldn’t….” You softly whispered out to him.

Only silence was your answer as two of his thicker fingers sinked inside your warm, welcoming pussy. The wet squelching muffled by the music only becomes louder around you both as the party continues on. His thumb with practice began to brush against your clit again and again as his fingers moved in and out of you.

Your eyes began to roll as he bent his fingers in a come-hither motion. That soft, spongy spot he knew so well was being hit again and again. Your soaked pussy clamped down as his fingers finally quickened. “Hmm, Larys….” You were beginning to drool as his palm hit against your clit now and any thoughts of being caught fell away.

“Please…” Those sweet sounds of your begging he enjoyed so much fell from your soft lips. Your body began to rock against his hand now as you began to chase your climax. It seemed luck was not on your side as Larys’ fingers slipped from you. Your eyes flashed open whilst his dark chuckle echoed in your ear once more.

“We shouldn’t…we may get caught.” Larys hummed; taunting you. You knew he did not care about being caught with the amount of times he had taken you. No, this was punishment and of the cruellest kind. “Gods, you look so good like this…so pathetically wanting what I can give you.” His dark words only continued. 

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“Gak-ah-ah…” The obscene sounds echoed around the incredibly rich bathroom. The cold tiles were nothing you were focusing on as you knelt down. Your soft, hot mouth wrapped around Lary’s throbbing cock as he forced your head up and down with eagerness. The sound of your gagging only pushing him towards a climax.

Your hands clasped at his bare arse as his trousers were pulled down. Those big eyes of yours looking up at him as you shivered at the dark desire present in his own eyes. Your drool coated his length with ease as he forced you down; deepthroating him as he kept your face against his stomach and still continued to thrust.

His free hand moved into your locks as he pulled you away. Soft gasps escaped you as you tried to catch your breath. “Hmm, good girl.” Larys whispered; brushing his fat, leaking head over your cheeks and lips before pushing in once more. Your eyes watered as he returned to fucking your face; punishing you for the brattiness you showed.

Your makeup was completely ruined now even though you had enough money for better products; he enjoyed seeing your mascara run down your face as it was now. Your eyes rolled as your mind began to soften once more. “Fuck, that’s it–hmm…” His own head fell back as he bit into his bottom lip to keep his sounds at bay.

The act was becoming increasingly sloppy, which was something Larys enjoyed best as he took his pleasure from you. It seemed you were too far gone in your hunger to please him to notice the door slowly opening. Still, Larys did nothing but rock his hips. Both of his hands now in your locks as he bobbed you up and down.

His smirk widening as he locked eyes with the man. It was then that Larys pulled your dress up and showed off your pretty, bare arse. His hand came down on your arse and had you gasping around his fat cock. Soon, three of his fingers were stuffing your weeping, creamy pussy full and his movements quickened instantly.

Larys nearly had you bent in half as you cried out around him. Your body slowly collapsed against him as his fingers pounded harder. The slaps of his hand against you echoing around the room as did your gagging. “Such a good little slut.” Larys hummed without any care; his eyes still locked on the peeping tom. 

Your face was a complete mess now as he used you. The little black dress falling from your body; bunching at your waist as those sweet, ample breasts of yours bounced freely. Your toes curled as your own climax was building with ease now. “Fuck! Ugh…” Larys grunted as his cock began to twitch inside your hot mouth.

His cum was flooding your mouth before you knew it as he forced you against his stomach once more. All you could do was gag and swallow what came your way but it was too much. His cum was dripping down your mouth now as you began to squirt around his fingers. Your eyes rolled as his movements only continued. 

A fourth finger was pushed inside and had you whining around him. Slowly, Larys allowed his softening cock to fall from your mouth. His free fingers were soon taking the cum from his soaked cock and pushing two of them into your hot mouth. All you could do was like and suck as another climax was eagerly making its presence known.

“You have such a good pet.” A new voice echoed in the room and your eyes flashed open in shock. Larys’ amused smirk told you everything as his fingers pushed down onto your tongue. “Oh, she is good.” He purred his praises.

[itsladykit]

Summary: The soul wants what it wants CW: Noncon, body horror, anxiety. The "noncon" is a spoiler, so I'll elaborate in the endnotes.

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Edge opened his sockets, shaking his skull to clear it of sleep. “Rus?” he asked, “What’re you doing?”

It was pitch-dark in the room, lit only by the orange glow of Rus’ magic. He looked up from between Edge’s legs, tongue summoned and chin glistening with spent mana. “what’s it look like i’m doing?” he asked, pressing Edge’s legs further apart. “i’m showing you a good time.” He lowered his head once more.

Edge blinked up at the ceiling. “Wait.” Something wasn’t right. He tried to sit up, but his body felt unbearably heavy, like something was holding him down. “Something’s….” He squeezed his sockets shut, but the muzziness and strangeness lingered. “Rus, something’s wrong.”

“shhhh,” Rus said, petting his thighbones, “you’re fine, edgelord. i’m gonna take good care of you.”

His soul lit his ribcage from within, casting strange shadows on the wall. They looked like the bars of a cage. “No,” Edge said, while Rus straightened. “I feel—this doesn’t feel right.”

Rus crawled forward, settling his weight on Edge’s hips. “you’re just nervous,” he said, pressing Edge’s forearms into the mattress, “but i promise I’ll look after you. don’t you trust me?”

Edge stared up at him, feeling heavy and helpless and wrong. Red mana painted the lower half of Rus’ face. In the low light, it looked like blood. “Stop,” he heard himself say, “Please. Give me a minute. I don’t—I don’t feel well.”

“of course you don’t,” he said, reaching into Edge’s ribcage and plucking his soul from his body, “you’re in heat.”

Edge stared at the hard lump of rock Rus had in hand. He hadn’t summoned his soul, hadn’t felt it manifest. “No—no, I’m—” This wasn’t right. This wasn’t—was it? He shook his head, but it felt strange—like his skull had detached from the rest of his body, ready to drift away on an errant breeze. “Let me up,” he said firmly.

Rus instead planted a hand on his chest, holding him down. “just relax and let me look after you.” He brought Edge’s soul to his mouth. Edge tried to stop him—tried to pull away, to grab his hand—but the air itself seemed to resist his efforts.

“Don’t!” he finally gasped, but Rus laved at his soul anyway. Black ichor bled from it, staining his tongue and spreading over his jaw. “Stop!”

“what’s wrong?” he asked, while more ichor dripped down his hand. It crawled up his humerus and across his ribcage, blackening his pure white bones while Edge watched in mute horror.

“don’t you want this?” Rus’ voice shifted as he spoke, pitching higher. The ichor cloaked him, dimming the warm glow of his soul’s light until only the gleam of his eyelights remained. “You want this,” he said, in a voice not his own. Rus’ sockets shut, and when he opened them, his eyelights had been replaced by four pairs of deep purple eyes.

“You want this, dearie,” she said, holding his soul aloft.

“No!” He reached for his soul, but his arm was heavy as stone and pulling himself upright took monumental effort. He felt slow and heavy, like he was dragging himself through sand. He reached, reached—reached for his soul, trying to cross the insurmountable distance of mere inches. Her smile stretched wide, amused by his struggles.

His fingertips brushed the edge of his soul, and the world snapped back into place. Edge found himself sitting upright amongst the rumpled nest, arm outstretched toward nothing. His soul beat fast and hard—and safely behind his ribs, still unmanifested. Sweat beaded along his lumbar spine as he searched the room, finding nothing amiss. Rus still slept peacefully beside him, undisturbed by Edge’s nightmare.

Taking a deep breath, Edge ran his hands over the back of his neck and skull, bowing forward. His body trembled from spent adrenaline, and he felt chilled from the sweat collecting on his bones. He took another steadying breath, trying to banish the last echoes of the dream. But the shadowed corners of the room seemed suddenly menacing, as if anything—anyone—could be hiding there in the darkness. He squeezed his sockets shut, claws clenching tight around the sweat-damp sheets.  

Behind him, Rus whimpered, and Edge turned, soul jumping. In sleep, Rus’ brow-bones had furrowed, and he reached blindly into the warm indent Edge had left behind. Edge swallowed, looking at him. He couldn’t help but fixate on how vulnerable he seemed. Rus’ mana nodes were lit up like a neon invitation, and his soul shone like ripe fruit behind his ribs, ready to be plucked and consumed.

He wanted to get up, to check the doors and windows. He wanted to sit with his back to the door and a bone club in hand, ready for anyone or anything that might threaten them. Rus, still asleep, shifted into the indent, nosing the blankets. With another whine, he reached out, still searching.

Edge took a steadying breath.

Rus needed him. Not as a protector, but as a companion, and Edge was feeling less and less qualified for the task. He swallowed and tried to remember what Rus said he would need. A touch on the head or chest, he’d said, but closer was better. With a last glance at the dark corners, Edge laid back down, facing Rus. His searching hand found him, and Rus sighed in his sleep, tucking himself against Edge. His skull was bent, leaning his forehead against Edge’s shoulder and exposing the nape of his neck.

It looked bare and vulnerable. The nodes that lit his cervical vertebrae glimmered brightly, swollen with mana. Edge planted a possessive hand there, wishing briefly to feel leather under his fingers. But a collar would offer no protection on the Surface, so Edge hadn’t asked or offered. Rus sighed again, melting into him.

Though Rus’ whimpering quieted, it didn’t feel as if he’d done enough. His bones still burned hot, and Edge could feel the need projecting from his soul. A need Edge didn’t know how to fulfill.

 “I’m sorry,” he whispered, “I should have let you go to someone else.” At that moment, he wasn’t entirely sure if he was only referring to being Rus’ heat partner, or if he was speaking more broadly. “I don’t know how to do this.” The last he said nearly inaudibly.

Rus just curled closer. They were sternum to sternum, and Edge could feel Rus’ soul pressing itself against his ribcage. Mana wept from it, hot and slick, and / NEED / projected from it—demand and invitation both. Edge started projecting softly, pushing back feelings of peace and safety and protection. His projections—typically solid and strong—were wavering and weak, dimmed by his own sense of uncertainty.

Regardless, Rus started to purr in his sleep. Apparently, even Edge’s weak attempts at comfort and companionship were enough. For the moment. He swallowed hard and shut his sockets, wishing he could offer more, wishing he could fulfill that powerful sense of / NEED / that still projected from Rus’ soul. Rus had said that this—just this—would be enough, though, so Edge tried to relax into the embrace. Sleep felt impossible, but maybe if he—

Something slid over his ribcage.

Edge froze. He hoped it was simply his imagination or a lingering effect of the dream, but the sensation of something teasing over his sternum returned a moment later. His spine prickled; it felt like he’d walked into a spiderweb, or like a spider an insect had found its way into their nest. Trying not to wake Rus, he eased away, searching the sheets. He froze again, not understanding what he was seeing.

Thin strands of orange mana had erupted from Rus’ soul and were now threading themselves through his ribcage, wriggling and waving in his chest cavity as if they were searching for something. As he watched, a handful found Edge’s ribcage and wrapped around the bone. Apparently sensing his presence, more teasing tendrils slipped between his ribs to prod at empty chest cavity.

His mind went blank. His bones prickled, and cold sweat broke out along his spine. He gripped Rus’ humerus and shook him. “Rus. Rus. Wake up. Something—” Stars, he didn’t even know how to articulate this. Were those filaments part of Rus’ soul? Was it another creature—some sort of mana parasite? Was this normal?! “Rus!”

Shaking his skull, Rus mumbled incoherently, then yawned. “edge? wha’s—”

Then he too saw the gleaming threads, and his sockets went wide. A soft sound escaped him. Before Edge could say a word, he took a shortcut. The threads wrapping Edge’s ribcage went to dust the moment he disappeared. “Rus!”

The bathroom door slammed shut and Edge scrambled out of the nest. Unsurprisingly, when he tried the door, he found it locked. Voice soft and faintly echoing—sounding almost as if he was speaking from a great distance and not simply on the other side of the door—Rus said, “it’s okay! everything’s—fine.”

It was the least reassuring thing Edge had ever heard him say. “What’s going on? Are you hurt? What was that?”

“nothing!” His voice pitched upward, almost squeaking. “it’s nothing. just…go back to bed. i’ll be out in a minute.”

Edge leaned against the door, trying the knob again. “That wasn’t nothing. Your soul—” He huffed. “I don’t know what that was, but it wasn’t nothing. Tell me what happened.”

“really, it’s nothing—”

“Rus. I will break down this door if I have to. What’s happening?” He didn’t answer. Edge shut his sockets, leaning against the door. His soul was beating hard and fast, and he kept seeing those fine tendrils turn to dust on his ribs. He took a breath and started counting. “One. Two. Th—”

The door cracked open, and Rus peered out at him. “you’re gonna get us in trouble with the landlord,” he said, trying to joke despite the visible strain around his sockets.

Edge huffed. “It’s owned by the embassy, and I think you can sweet-talk your queen if the need arises. Now—” Before he could ask, Rus bent forward, a pained groan escaping him. Edge reached for him, but he pulled the door to his chest, using it like a shield.

“i’m fine,” he croaked, and Edge wanted nothing more than to rip the door off its hinges.

“You are visibly and audibly in pain!” He heard the door creak, and he heard Rus breathing heavily on the other side. His soul ached. “Please. Let me help you.”

“can’t,” he said. It sounded like he was speaking through clenched teeth. “i need to get my soul under control, and i can’t do that while you’re so close.”

Edge froze. “Those threads,” he murmured, “they were part of you.”

Rus made a strained noise. “can i have a minute? please?”

Shutting his sockets, Edge reminded himself that Rus had been patient with him yesterday—patient and kind and respectful. Edge needed to afford him the same courtesy now. He exhaled slowly and let his hand hang limply at his side. “I’m going to go downstairs and make tea. Is there anything else you want?”

“can i have ice cream?” His voice was soft and strained. Edge wished he could hold him.

“You can have whatever you want.”

“will you have some too?”

Edge flinched, but said, “I’ll bring two spoons.”

Downstairs, he forced himself to dawdle, giving Rus more time alone. He wiped down the counters. He checked the doors and windows, making sure they were locked. He took out his phone and verified that his Muffet was still registered in that small desert town. He boiled water and waited for the tea to steep. He dressed the ice cream with whipped cream and chocolate sauce and a scoop of nuts. All the while, he thought of those reaching tendrils and saw them turn to dust again and again.

When he couldn’t stand it anymore, he gathered the tea and ice cream onto a tray and returned to their bedroom. Rus had since crawled back into to their nest, but he was now wearing a loose t-shirt and he sat with his knees pulled close to his chest. The thin fabric hid little; Edge could see the glow of his soul through it, and it was already wet with spent mana, clinging to his ribs.

“Are you alright?” he asked, setting the tray on their bedside table.

Rus nodded. “you brought ice cream?”

He passed it over, but hesitated before climbing into the nest himself. Instead, he sat on the edge of the mattress, watching him. Rus stirred the ice cream without eating. “Rus,” he asked, “what happened?”

He flinched, stabbing at the ice cream. “i…” He scrubbed a hand over his face, and jabbed at his food again, before jamming a big scoop into his mouth. He said something, but Edge couldn’t understand him around the half-melted ice cream.

“What?”

He sighed, letting the spoon clatter against the side of the bowl. “my soul tried to—to bond with yours.” A faint flush of orange graced his features.

Edge stared at him. “What?!”

Rus gestured with his spoon. “i know! it’s—i’ve never had that happen before!” He winced again, listlessly jabbing his ice cream. “i don’t know what happened.”

Edge took a moment, trying to order his thoughts. “I.” He swallowed. “Is that—is that normal?”

“no!” He scraped the melting ice cream into a mound, his cheekbones glowing in the low light. “i mean—i don’t know.” The tip of the spoon tapped against the bottom of the bowl.

Edge shook his head, trying to clear it. Trying to make sense of anything. “You said an accidental soul-bond was possible,” he prompted, remembering their earlier soul-play.

“yeah, but—” He looked up, growing quiet as he met Edge’s eyelights. He swallowed and held the bowl out. “do you want any?” Not even remotely. Still, Edge took the spoon and bowl in hand. Rus watched him, fingers drumming on the bunched blankets while Edge scraped melting ice cream and chocolate sauce onto the spoon. He didn’t say anything until Edge took a small bite. “what do you know about soul-bonds?”

Edge looked away, trying not to dwell on the sickly-sweet taste lingering in his mouth. Rus had tried to have this conversation with him before, but he’d always managed to avoid it. “They’re more myth than fact where I come from.” Thankfully, Rus accepted the bowl when he passed it back. He smoothed a hand over the blanket. “I…” He debated with himself, trying to decide how much to reveal and how to say it. “There’s…stories. But the practice was seen as…overly sentimental. And dangerous. A bond-mate would have been seen as a weakness, not a strength. You may as well paint a target on their back.”

“oh.” His voice was soft. He sounded almost hurt.

Edge looked to him. “How were they regarded in your ‘verse?”

“just…part of life, i guess? you date, you bond, you have kids.” He shrugged. “not everyone. some monsters don’t date or don’t bond or they don’t have kids. some don’t do any of it at all.” He looked away. “there at the end, fewer and fewer monsters were bothering with any of it. it was starting to seem…pointless.”

Edge nodded. He understood that. “But it was never taboo.”

Rus snorted. “no. it’s—stars, it’s more wholesome than missionary.”

“Then why are you embarrassed?”

Rus’ cheekbones lit up and he looked away, chuckling. “nothin’ gets past you, huh?” Edge frowned, not liking the hint of self-deprecation in his tone.

“Rus—”

“it’s just—it’s—” He huffed. “coming out of heat with a soul-bond? it’s fine for a cheesy romance book, but that would be humiliating in reality.” Seeing Edge’s expression, he explained, “it’d be like waking up married after a night out in vegas.” Rus smiled a little; he’d always seemed amused that human movies and tv shows could serve as a shared cultural touchstone when the differences in their own cultures were too vast to bridge.

“I see,” Edge said, nodding to himself. His brow-bones furrowed. “You’re sure you’re alright? Those strands turned to dust when you teleported away, and if they’re part of your soul….”

Rus flinched, poking his ice cream again. “i mean…i’m okay, but yeah, it…it hurt.” Edge straightened and reached for him, but Rus just offered a rueful smile. “relax, precious. it wasn’t that bad. trying to get my soul to settle afterward was way worse.”

“How so?”

“just…heat-brain, you know? wait, of course you don’t.” He sighed and said, “okay. you know how your lv acts up sometimes? and you know that what you’re feeling isn’t rational, but you feel it anyway?” Edge nodded slowly.

“well…not completing the soul-bond felt a lot like…well, like you didn’t want me anymore.” Edge’s sockets widened and his mouth fell open, but he was too stunned to know how to reply. Rus held up a hand, staving off his concern. “i know that’s not true. i know it doesn’t make any sense. hell, i’m the one that teleported away! but, uh…convincing my soul of that was…not working.”

Edge crawled into the nest proper, sitting beside him. He tucked Rus into his side, wrapping one arm around his waist. “Why didn’t you let me help you?”

He shrugged, taking another bite of ice cream. “there wasn’t anything you could have done—and having you that close without completing the bond was just making it worse. it was like a weird rejection feedback loop.” He exhaled shakily and settled into Edge’s side. “leaving was the only thing you could have done to help…except completing the bond, i guess.”

Edge didn’t know what to say to that, and Rus seemed disinterested in elaborating further. Instead, he scraped more of the ice cream onto a spoon and held it up in obvious offering. Though the very idea made Edge’s soul roil, he couldn’t imagine denying Rus anything after what he’d just said. So, he leaned forward and allowed Rus to feed him the spoonful. After, he lifted a hand to wipe a smear of ice cream from his chin, but Rus stopped him, tilting his skull to lave at the spot himself.

“You did that on purpose,” Edge grumbled.

“maybe.” His eyelights gleamed as he started to trail kisses down his vertebrae. “hey, since we’re both awake...."

Clearing his throat, Edge pushed him away gently. “Rus,” he said, looking him over, “why did that happen at all? You said it’s possible but not—not normal. Is….” He steeled himself. “Is something wrong?”

Rus gave him an odd look. “whaddaya mean?”

Edge took a steadying breath. “Am I…?” He swallowed. “Are your needs being met? Is there something—something I should be doing?”

Rus blinked, then he started snickering. “yeah, babe—i need you to let me go down on you, stat. it’s the only way my soul will behave.”

Edge huffed. “I’m being serious! If there’s something I should be doing more of or less of or—or something—you need to tell me so I can….” He took another sharp breath. “You need to tell me so I can take care of you.”

Rus ducked his head, shaking his skull. His smile seemed rueful, self-deprecating. A bright blush spread over his cheekbones. “stars,” he murmured, “this isn’t how i wanted to have this conversation.” He cleared his throat and set the mostly empty bowl to the side, then readjusted to sit across from Edge rather than beside him. He took Edge’s hands in his, and Edge felt his soul drop, not sure what Rus was going to say. “edge, it’s not because of anything you did or didn’t do. i just…haven’t spent my heat with anyone i wanted to bond with before.”

Edge’s mind went blank. “You….”

Slowly, Rus nodded, only daring to glance at him as he said, “yeah. i mean, we’ve been together for about a year now, and…and i’ve been thinking that…we might want to start…to start talking about. bonding. maybe.”

Edge stared at him, trying to process what he’d just said. “I. Wait—you’ve been thinking about this?”

“well. yeah.” He shrugged. “that’s where we’re headed, right? i mean, i don’t want to do it right now—i mean, i do but that’s just the heat talking.” He shook his head, then said firmly, “edge, when i think about the future, i really can’t imagine myself with anyone but you. i…yeah. i want to bond with you, but…i want to do it the right way.” He shrugged. “i was thinking, once everything settled down, we could…maybe start planning the ceremony.”

“Ceremony?”

“yeah—you know, the soul-bonding ceremony. with the canopy and the candles and….” He trailed off, seeing Edge’s blank look. “oh, wow, this…this really isn’t a thing where you’re from, is it?”

Edge swallowed and shook his head. “It really isn’t.”

“oh. okay. well.” He fell silent for a beat. “so…you didn’t really think about it? before now, i mean?”

“No—not. Not at all.” Except to wonder if such a thing would even be possible for a monster like him.

“oh.” Then he said, “huh,” like he didn’t know how to proceed.  

Edge didn’t either. Eventually, Edge said, “Why don’t we go back to sleep? We can talk about this later.”

“yeah,” Rus said, “later. when the sun’s up, maybe? or when my soul isn’t trying to coax yours into a bond?” He smiled, like he was joking, but Edge was having trouble finding the source of his humor.

Later, once they’d rearranged themselves for sleeping, he asked, “You’re sure you’re okay?”

“hmm-mmm,” Rus confirmed, head resting on Edge’s ribcage. He was purring softly, bones loose and relaxed despite the heat radiating from them. Edge had one arm wrapped loosely around his spine, holding him close. The other was thrown over his skull, resting on the pillow. He stared up at the ceiling, mind circling. The room was silent but for the sound of their quiet breathing.

After a while, he asked, “What if…what if I can’t…form a soul bond?”

But Rus’ sockets were already shut, and his breathing had evened out. Edge felt a brief stab of envy at his ability to fall back to sleep so easily. He swallowed, trying not to let his thoughts chase him down paths he had no desire to travel. He deliberately turned away from thoughts of his hardened soul or Rus’ disappointed eyelights, but in their place, something worse clawed its way to the surface.

Did he even want to be bound soul-to-soul?

His throat tightened. A soul-bond was the highest form of intimacy. He’d be able to feel Rus’ emotions—and Rus would feel his. So much of himself would be laid bare. Did he want Rus to know how the LV itched at the back of his mind? Or how his anxiety spiked whenever they held hands in public? Did he want Rus to know about the revulsion that flickered through him when they shared food?

Would Rus still love him, if he knew those things?

A pit of pure dread yawned open at the very core of his soul. He’d told Rus that their life on the Surface felt fragile to him, like he was just waiting for something to break the peace they’d made for themselves. Never before had that fragility seemed so immediate, as if he could feel the first cracks forming beneath his feet.

[ihavetoomanyocsdealwithit]

Ursula Pt 1

Queen Mary had accompanied here for Ursula’s imbuement. Taka was enjoying being able to share the workload with others, though he had concerns for how quickly she was taking to all of the magic, and he didn’t always explain the plans and why they had to do things in a certain order.  

Yuu trusted him, of course! She just wished that he would be more open about things.  

At the base of the statue the mirror shards melted down, sharp pains in her legs almost ignorable if she focused on the spiral shell earrings taking form.  

“Well, at least it matches my bracelet?” she asks. She’s wearing it as an anklet, but it’s the thought that matters.  

“She wanted to give her necklace, but we’ve no idea where it is.” Queen Mary said, checking over her as if she had injuries. “Some things got added onto the statues, simply too iconic to who we were for it to be missing, but she has no idea where her original nautilus shell is.”  

The walk back feels like slow breathing, struggling through water, until she breaches the air of Ramshackle. It’s the easiest place for her to breath, and she thanks Mary for her time. She is more patient in her lessons, but she knows she doesn’t push as much as Professor Taka unless it’s physical combat. She’s hesitant for the magical lessons and won’t open up either.  

“You are sure? Nothing wrong with waiting.” Mary says, stopping by her room. Yuu had requested that at least first meetings be private.  

“Yea, I’m not to worn down. I’ll just do a quick dive and then go to sleep, I promise!” She pushes up a smile, waiting until she goes down the hallway to let it drop a bit. She is excited! There is just so much happening at school, and with the coming winter, it gets harder to keep the heat inside Ramshackle. The amount of times Yuu has woken up shivering is a growing concern, but Taka can only click his tongue, doing what little he knows to do and just waiting to be solid enough to quick Crowley’s ass into gear.  

Ursula’s room is located further down, a window less room with soft lights from leftover holiday strands and a vanity from Octavinelle that is certainly considered out of style for it now. Large and gaudy, with cubbies and shelves everywhere where Yuu has placed small plants instead. On the walls themselves are skeletons and skulls of animals that Sam was having a sale on. Apparently, they are gifts from his friends, but he has so many now that he can’t keep them all? A strange gift, but it benefits Yuu at least.  

The cabinets are lined with storage for seeds and other things, as well as a large cauldron, courtesy of Deuce, that she attempted to use scrying from with limited success. The egg chair isn’t the same as Ursula’s hanging conch, but it’s cozy, covered in pillows and silks in silvers, lavenders and dark blues and blacks.  

Yuu takes a breath, sits in the vanity, and waits.  

The scrape of teeth across her neck almost breaks the connection, but she feels herself tugged forward on a current. She thinks it’s a current anyway 

“Come along dear, it’s rude to linger in doorways.” 

The voice itself is unexpectedly deep, but...nice. It reminds her of an aunt back home, bit of a diva but well meaning.  

Yuu slides inside, touching the small urchins, flowing seaweed, and other bits that she can’t even begin to name.  

“Not as lively as my last garden, but certainly more useful.” 

She looks almost exactly like her statue, but...more wild. Her eyes in particular, painted in deep blue and lavender, are clearly inhuman, the pupil slitted horizontally. Her mouth hides a row of sharp teeth, with the front two being the sharpest. Some type of evolutionary change? The rest of her is about the same though, large body more solid looking here, scales glittering down her chest and core, claws painted a cheery red, and a spiked crown around her short flowing hair.  

“It was temporary but it still counts in my eyes.” she says, “Now, come here, let me get a good look at you.”  

A tentacle reaches for her, and Yuu finally looks down.  

“What-”  

“Not to worry, not to worry!” Ursula says, spinning her around so that her own deep green and gold tentacles flutter like a dress. “You look splendid! Just need to practice is all. You’ll get the hang of it in no time.”  

She pulls her into the chair in front of the vanity, which is technically where she’s already sitting but not here?  

“My mind feels fuzzy.” Yuu mutters.  

“Do you not like this form? You are a cephalomer dear, you could change it if you wished.”  

Ursula's face morphs into something more masculine, a dark tentacle mustache growing in twirls and spins, her frame taking the extra weight of her chest and distributing it down to make her tentacles even thicker.  

“We can do that? I can do that?”  

She laughs, “My dear sweet child, this is what I do. To help poor souls like us become everything we were meant to be.”  

She taps Yuu’s chin, taking a closer look at the eyebags and overall fatigue. It will be a while before the child is anywhere close to being able to grant wishes, but she has potential.  

But right now, the child needs rest. Something deeper than the abyss, gentle as the waves. 

“We can approach all that later though. For now, let’s get you used to your body. Just some gentle swimming, and then I’ll get a better idea on your scrying.” She chuckles as she feels Yuu’s appendage wrap around hers, like a little child thrown about my waves. “My handsome darlings were my primary source, but I did just fine with my cauldron.”  

“I tried the cauldron, even with Professor Taka’s help, I couldn’t get it to work.” Yuu says, rising from the chair unsteadily.  

“Oh, darling, you didn’t have me.” she smiles, sharp toothed and confident.  

She could take this little soul and make it into a hurricane, she knows it. Just a little time and patience.  

[big-mean-trans-dyke]

Halloween Party 2024 - The Angel and Devil

It's important to make sure your conscience is kept well in hand when you've got so many rights, and so few consequences. So, when a girl finds herself with a moral quandary, there's a place set aside just to help her make the right decision.

Jess steps into this special outfoor space, cutely designed to look like a cloudy, golden heaven on one half, and a flame-spewing hell on the other, a tree surrounded by a small grassy patch in the middle. As she moves to stand on the grass, two others move to join her. From the heavenly side, an angel, cute little feathered wings sprouting from her back, a golden halo atop her head matching the golden chastity belt and teeny golden pasties covering her most sensitive parts. From the hellish side, a demoness, painted red, with black horns sprouting from her sleek black hair and a spaded tail dragging behind her.

They don't even make it to the grass before they're on their knees, shuffling the rest of the way until they're kneeling before her, each staying to their own side. "I'm Ash", says the demoness, followed quickly by the angel's introducation as, "Mary". "So," Mary begins, only to be cut off as Ash asks, "What can we help you with?"

Jess ponders a moment before she answers. "Well, there's this really cute girl. She's hanging out in the main hall dressed as a video-game character I really like, staying near the bar." It takes about that long for Ash and Mary each to lean in, open their mouths, and push into each other, making out around the head of Jess' cock. "I approached her and asked whether she'd suck me off, maybe go further, but she got this terrified look, shook her head, begged me not to." The angel and demon push their tongues out, lapping around her cock to press against each other, only to draw back and work their way around the other side. "She's really hot, and I know it's legal, but do I really want to rape her just to get myself off?"

There's a moment without any response, the silence only broken by the two girls moaning as pre starts to leak from the head of Jess' cock, their tongues fighting for that first bead before, finally, one of them pulls away. Ash draws back, strings of spit still bridging the gap between her lips and Jess' cock until she wipes her chin with the back of her hand, taking a gasping breath as Mary takes the opportunity to hog the head of the cock all to herself.

"Who gives a fuck?", comes the devil's quick, blunt answer. Her hand moves to fondle Jess' balls as she does her best to keep her mouth away long enough to give her two cents. "God, with a cock like this, she doesn't even deserve your attention. If you want to rape her senseless, you deserve to. After all, she..... hrmmpphhh......" She trails off as she gets distracted, her lips latching around one of Jess' huge balls and sucking hard, tongue lapping at their underside, then working her way up to the girl's taint before she can pull herself away again. "Fuck, you taste good. After all, she doesn't have any rights. This fat fucking cock means all she is is an object to you, just......" Again, she finds herself glued to the girl's balls, taking them into her mouth, tongue lapping at each of them in turn. She can barely pull herself away long enough to finish, "You know....", before her eyes glaze over completely.

Mary, for her part, manages to pull herself off the girl's cock long enough to give her own opinion, breath already stinking like precum. "I mean", she gets out between panting breaths. "I don't know if I agree with rape, but....." Ash, seeing the head of Jess' cock free, pries herself away from the girl's balls, only to latch her mouth around the head of her dick instead. "God, can't you see how much we enjoy this? Doesn't it seem only right to give her this kind of bliss too?" Jess seems to be paying half her attention to what Mary is saying, and the other half to taking one of Ash's horns in her hand and guiding the devil deeper down onto her cock. "She might hate it at first, but once she sees the light? You'd be giving her an existence of complete and utter bliss! Doesn't that seemMPH!" She's cut off as Jess' other hand wraps around her halo, pulling Ash back enough to shove her cock between the two girl's mouths again.

They don't need to be told twice. A moment later, they're making out again, Jess' cock between them, kissing not for their own pleasure, but half for the pleasure of the cock between their lips and tongues, and half for the entertainment of the girl it's attached to. "Mmmph, that's just what I said with prettier language", Ash manages to mumble out around the cock pressed to her lips, drool dripping down to her tits. "At least I put a little effort into appearances", comes Mary's reply, equally muffled. For her part, Jess seems to mostly be ignoring them now, dragging Ash lower by the horn and leaving Mary free to take her cock over again. Ash finds herself dragged lower and lower, lapping at every inch of flesh along the way, her balls, her taint, and then, finally, her asshole. Jess starts to moan as Mary works her way deeper and deeper, throating almost her entire cock as Ash works her demonic tongue up her asshole, only drawing it back long enough to blurt out, "Who cares about appearances? If a struggle will get her hard, she deserves to treat that girl however she..... slurp.... wants...."

"As if..... gack..... she'll last..... gack..... that long...... gack.....", comes the angel's well thought out reply between gags on that huge dick. She pulls off with a gasp, just long enough to let out, "We both know she'll struggle for a few thrusts before she's begging for this dick just like we are", before she throws her head back down, impaling her throat on Jess' cock again.

That's short-lived too, though, it turns out, as the hands Jess have on each of them drag them back up, off her cock, away from her ass, and pushes their faces together. Knowing what's coming, each of them wraps a hand around her cock, jerking quickly, their mouths open as Jess asks her last question. "So, what're you saying I do?"

Their answer comes in perfect unison, perfect agreement, as they stroke rope after rope of cum out of Jess' perfect cock, even managing to share, guiding her cock this way and that to make sure each gets an even plastering of girlcum over their faces. "Rape that stupid cunt."

As Jess recovers from her orgasm, still rock hard, and walks away, the two of them take a few moments to lap up every drop of cum from the other's face, before they retreat to their sides to wait for their next dilemma.

[stationary-cycle-in-motion]

@augusnippets day 2: makeup

tw: implied physical abuse

“Excuse me, Senator, but General Skywalker requests your presence in the War Room.”

As the last word leaves his mouth, Rex’s eyes catch Senator Amidala’s in the mirror, and he's thankful he made it to the end of his sentence because his mind goes worryingly blank at the contact.

Dismay blossoms in its wake. He might be imagining things, but it almost seems as if she tenses at the request, eyes widening ever so slightly and knuckles whitening around the thin makeup brush resting in her grip.

But the reaction is gone in an instant, her expertly trained fingers once again relaxed as she guides the brush across her cheek.

“Of course,” the senator replies steadily, flashing him a small smile. “Thank you, Captain. I’m almost ready.”

Rex watches, enraptured, as a final sweep of the brush conceals the ugly purple of a bruise’s edge beneath a layer of white. Frowning, he racks his brain in an attempt to recall the last reported incident of an attack against Senator Amidala. If his memory serves him well, there hasn't been another altercation in almost two months. He wonders, a bit exasperatedly, if she refused to report a recent incident; it would be exactly like her to sweep danger under the rug for fear that increased security would interfere with her political duties.

With a snap of the makeup box’s lid, Senator Amidala rises and turns to face him. “How do I look?”

The intricate detailing of swooping black lines outlining the curve of red-painted eyelids, contrasting starkly against paper-white skin, is ethereal, otherworldly.

Like a queen, he wants to say. But his tongue, ever the traitor, sits heavy in his mouth, and he barely manages a vague, noncommittal hum.

The senator laughs, light, her entire face radiating like the sun. “You don’t have to say it. It’s been a while since I’ve tried my hand at the queen’s makeup, and even then, I usually had handmaidens to do it for me.”

“No!” Rex blurts, face burning. He clears his throat awkwardly. “I mean– it looks good.”

“I’m glad you think so. Now we just have to hope it’s convincing.”

Personally, Rex would never mistake Senator Amidala for Queen Neeyutnee, even with the expertly crafted decoy makeup changing her face shape just so and making her eyelids look deceptively hooded. But Rex has, perhaps, studied the intricacies of Senator Amidala’s appearance just a bit more closely than most.

“I’m sure it will be.” He doesn’t think his reassurance should count for much, but the remaining tension seems to bleed from the senator’s shoulders at his words.

Or maybe he’s just imagining things again.

His statement definitely does nothing to settle the fear buzzing in his own chest. But there's something about Senator Amidala and the kind way she smiles at him that makes a tiny seed of hope bloom in Rex's chest. Maybe, just this once, the mission won’t end in utter disaster.