#I smashed the entire 2.5k out in one day… very excited about it

[sunfloweraro]

WIP Saturday

Or, more Pink Bunny AU where Ravio finally gets taken care of.

@thatonecrazysidekick @tiredgaytheatrekid more Pink Bunny!

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“Dismissed,” Zelda spoke, waving her guards off. “Thank you,” she added, smiling to each of them, before the doors were closed behind them. Without a hitch, Zelda swept Ravio up into a bridal carry. “To the couch?” she asked, and Hilda didn’t bother fighting the blush that crept up her neck and warmed her cheeks.

“Let’s,” she agreed, focusing her attention on her unwell friend, clearing the couch of all cushions but one for Ravio’s head. Zelda set him down carefully, setting the back of her hand over his forehead. Her lips twisted, and Hilda followed suit. She hadn’t noticed before, but Ravio had grown warm with fever; no wonder he was so weak.

“He’s feverish,” Zelda murmured.

“I didn’t realise. Oh, Bun…” She took his hand, squeezing tightly and wishing she had known sooner. Sheerow pressed closer, squeezing into the crook of Ravio’s neck and nuzzling against him to comfort. Ravio’s unfocused eyes wouldn’t meet hers.

“What has happened?” Zelda asked, fetching a washcloth and basin of water. “You look terrible,” she added as she wetted the cloth, squeezed out most of the water before setting it over Ravio’s forehead, pulling a relieved sigh from him. “And where is Link? Why is he not taking care of…” Zelda trailed off as a whimper escaped Ravio, his eyes watering all over again. She turned to Hilda, eyes wide, and Hilda shook her head, mouthed we’ll talk about it later.

“Okay, it’s okay,” she quieted Ravio’s whimpers and soft sobs, brushing his hair out of his face. “We’re here now, and we’ll take care of you, alright?”

Ravio hummed. Sniffled.

“I’ll get you some chamomile,” Hilda said, slipping over to the little kitchenette, where a pot of boiled water already awaited her. Zelda did love her tea, and fondness for the other girl warmed her bones as she set to work scooping out the chamomile, setting it in a little strainer in a clean mug and pouring hot water over it. “I won’t be a minute, Bun.”

“Let me get my hairbrush. When was the last time you brushed your hair?” Zelda chastised him lightly. No heat lay behind her words, and it wasn’t a moment before Zelda was helping Ravio to sit up again, refreshing his washcloth and guiding him to hold it against his head while she began to pull his hair back and away from his face.

As Hilda made her way back over and passed Ravio the mug of steaming chamomile sweetened with honey, Zelda began to run the brush through his hair, careful and tender, wary of catching on a knot and hurting him. Hilda took the cloth from Ravio and refreshed it again, using the corner to clean his face, still tear-stained from his earlier breakdown. Zelda worked her magic swiftly and was securing Ravio’s hair into a fishtail braid before he finished half his cup of tea. Hilda encouraged him to lean against her again, wrapping an arm around his shoulders, smiling when his head fell against her shoulder, when he buried his face into her neck. Accepting comfort.

Zelda pressed against his other side once she was finished with Ravio’s hair, taking his hand and twining their fingers together, a reassurance. Enveloped by the two of them and the blanket of his exhaustion and illness, it wasn’t long before Ravio drifted off against Hilda. She smiled as his breathing evened out, tucked a stray lock of hair behind his ear that had found its way out of Zelda’s firm braid.

[hisgirlwonder]

Heart-Shaped Glasses cont. (Duncan Shepherd x Reader)

Length: 2.5K words Warning: Smut – daddy kink, age play/regression, food play, face fucking, “forced” orgasms, use of sex toys, degrading, that kind of thing. Synopsis: Summer days are for laying around, soaking in the pool, and drinking pink lemonade to cool down (but the sun isn’t the only thing that’s hot in this household.) Notes: I wanted to have this out a few days ago but things happened in my outside-Tumblr-life and I wasn’t able to. Please read my warnings and don’t click the button below if any of that offends you. Here on this blog we write for almost all kinks and are very open so expect some things you may not like. Oh and SORRYYYY if you feel like you have a sore throat after reading this, I enjoyed writing the nasty scenes and I hope you enjoy reading them :’) first part is here for my angels who haven’t read it.

“Well, do you?”

You say nothing, do nothing, except continue to suck on the popsicle Duncan gave you innocently. Your chilled lips stay shut with barely an inch of space around the frozen treat; bait for his frustration. Duncan wants a response and as the saying goes what Daddy wants, Daddy gets so when he sticks a hand out, palm faced up, you oblige without hesitation in handing over what you were eating.

*

Duncan thinks two can play at that game to himself and copies you, remaining silent. He drags the melting popsicle over your skin; along the curve of your neck, down your chest, and all over your nipples hiding behind the fabric of your swimsuit. Patches of red appeared and would probably stain but you were preoccupied with other things such as the thought of how it was so fucking hot when Duncan dirtied you up.

The feeling of his warm, wet tongue lapping up the sickly sweet remnants on your throat birthed goosebumps on your skin. Duncan traces a number of sticky paths over your flesh with his teeth and tongue; alternating between small licks with its tip and nibbles with those pearly whites. He brings the popsicle to your own mouth and sliding it in and out lewdly in a display of dominance and his other hand is undoing the bow around your neck.

Duncan tugs your swimsuit down and exposes your bosom in all its glory. He then follows this up by removing the popsicle slowly and allows it to drip down your chin. Duncan’s hands are turning into a mess too but he’s concentrating on your facial expressions while running the icy pole over your nipples; awakening them from their slumber and causing them to harden.

The icy treat breaks off the stick, probably from the heat of the day and also the heat between the two of you, and falls in your lap. Duncan has that look in his eyes; the one that appears before he’s about to do something mischievous. He’s a grown man but still easy to read like he’s thrown back in time and an oversexed teenager with a skull full to the brim of covetous and impure thoughts appears before you. He picks the melting treat off your lap and smashes it into your chest. You flinch from the sudden drop in temperature.

Duncan’s mouth takes a beeline dive to its favourite place, your nipples, and tries to clean up the mess he’s made. You interrupt him to slide out of the article of clothing that’s resting around your waist and has all of a sudden become pointless, throwing it to the side once it’s off without a care.

*

You slither around Duncan and into the pool. He soon follows suit by stripping off and jumping in. He swims over to where you are and you provoke him, fighting to break away from his reach but he overpowers you and wins. Duncan pushes you into the wall of the pool with his lower half; his erection pressing into your ass. “Now Daddy really has a problem,” he growls.

You act out imprudently and Duncan knows he could stop you but doesn’t, leaving you to escape the pool. As you’re swimming away, he stretches out an arm to grab your ankle but the fingertips of his hand only just grace the bottom of your soles.

“What are you doing all the way over there, princess?”

You look away and cross your arms over your chest, bringing them down as you begin to huff like a schoolgirl not getting what she wants. Duncan swims over and plants himself next to you. His sights are locked onto you in fascination watching the movements you can’t restrict so easily; the rise and fall of your upper body with each inhale and exhale, the way those crossed arms moved with your chest when you’d breathe, and the subtle, delicate movements of your lashes when you blinked.

He strokes your cheek and your eyes shut but still facing away from him so he couldn’t see the grin that was trying to emerge. That same hand drifts down to touch your chest, palming one of your swollen tits entirely. His strong, slender digits’ hone in on your nipples to play with them; something you couldn’t resist.

“Daddy just needs your mouth, baby girl. Look what you’ve done to him.”

“Is that so?” you drily remark. Duncan loved your smart mouth but he loved putting you in your place even more. He squeezes, tugs, and rolls your nipples around in between his fingertips causing pain to shoot through them.

“Ouch, you’re hurting me,” you cry out, pretending that you were in the kind of pain you didn’t enjoy. Duncan always knew when you were pretending because you apparently had signs you gave off; that or he played with you more than enough times to know when you really were hurt.

“Daddy has to show his baby girl who’s boss.” he reminds you in a tone that’s almost a taunt.

Duncan drops the assault with his hand and instead stands up out of the water. Your eyes are on his crotch and you've been made all too aware of just how badly he needs your mouth. He wraps a hand around the shaft and presses it to break through the crack in between your lips. Once he’s in, he starts off slow but the celerity soon picks up with each movement.

The physicality of how much of a tease you’ve been this afternoon hits and he doesn’t restrain himself. Duncan’s dominant hand finds the back of your head to slams the aching cock deep in your mouth repeatedly. The other one meets the hand already helping enforce the penance and by now your mouth is well and truly fucked; spit leaking everywhere and tears glazing your eyes.

He holds you in place, restricting your ability to breathe, and you’re starting to choke on his thick phallus. You’d try and push off but you know he’d overpower you and it didn’t even matter because moments like these are ones you’d happily die in.

A look of being drunk on your submissiveness and the power you’ve given him hits his face. You smack on his thighs as if to say I can’t breathe and Duncan yanks you back with a fist full of hair. In this moment Duncan begins to wonder how tear stained he can make your cheeks.

You gasp and begin trying to fill your lungs with as much oxygen as you’re able to but he thinks he hasn’t had enough and repeats the violent action three more times before deciding you’ve had enough and lets you go. Your body slumps forward in exhaustion but it’s very brief before the high of what just happened kicks in. You want more. An innocent voice breaks free from your beaten throat and says, playing, “There’s a feeling and I ‘unno what it is, Daddy.”

That was a flat out lie because you knew exactly what it was. It was a burning desire swirling between your legs, aching over your need for him to use you.

“I have an idea,” Duncan tells you, putting out his hand for you to grab onto. He assists in helping you step up and once you’re on your feet, squats down and signals for you to jump on his back.

*

“So soft,” you giggle as he’s towel drying your skin. Once satisfied he picks you up and your legs wrap around his waist with your feet locking together. Your cheek leans on Duncan’s shoulder and you query him as to what’s happening. He replies while walking to the playroom, “We’re going to play that fun game, the one you love so much.”

He lays you gently on the bed and grabs one of the soft toys strewn over the bed to hold it out and asking you to tell your beloved teddy where the feeling is. You point between your legs and Duncan winks to the admission. He grinds the stuffed animal against your bud which leads to you moaning in excitement and writhing around.

Duncan mocks you with things like looks like you’re enjoying that, you’re a dirty girl, and I should punish you for doing bad things to your toys before he hands it to you in a hint that you’ll need it.

For a second you aren’t feeling anything and you can’t see Duncan but that soon changes when his breath hits your slit and his tongue licks it clean. You try to thrust your hips into his face but he swiftly moves to hold them down and instructs you not to be so eager. The mouth that was mocking you ravages your needy cunt like it was starved and you were the last morsel of food it was going to taste. You sink your teeth into the toy you’re holding because it just feels so good.

Maybe Duncan was a deity that you were actually worshipping when oh my god would come out of your mouth in moments like these and perhaps your jokes about him being God were more literal than a figure of speech.

Your eyes close as you bask in the pleasure he's bringing to your body. It grows, and grows, and grows until you’re almost tipped over the edge. The climax you’re waiting for is nearly within your own reach but he stops. Your lids recede and you’re brought back to the present moment. You sharply exhale and glare at him in a way that was saying why did you stop but he gave you a one back that said don’t be so demanding because I haven’t finished yet.

*

Duncan pushes his cunt-hungry cock between your folds and slips inside without any effort required; you’re sopping wet from a mix of his saliva and your own lust. As he does his fingertips dance over your bud to beckons you over the edge, into the climax you so desperately desired. He didn’t dare move once he was in - he wanted to feel it all; the contracting of your muscles, the release, your jerks from the fulfilment of physical gratification.

With you right where he wants you he breaks the stationary position and slowly thrusts while thumbing at your clit – the post-orgasm stimulation to such a sensitive place forces a whimper in a mix of agony and arousal to escape. You try to shut your legs and wail it’s too much while giggling. Duncan holds them apart and looks at you with slightly narrowed eyes, growling, “Somehow I don’t think that’s true. You know you’ve been a bad girl and now you have to pay.”

He flips you over so effortlessly that he could have done it with one finger and drives himself back inside you, grunting as it glides in. Your back arches and you push back. He responds by asking how bad you want to make it up to daddy. You whine so baaaaad and by now he’d usually be retaliating but today he doesn’t and reaches over for your wand off the nightstand.

Duncan in the bedroom at times was a completely different person. Like, for example, right now he was saying obscene things about you while he fucked you and you love it. In the height of his endearing yet degrading you’re a little slut who loves her Daddy so much she’d do anything for him he switches the toy on and holds it against your clit – you squirm around because it’s almost unbearable but it feels so good and Duncan gets a kick out of it. He continues to fuck you and you orgasm two more times, each stronger than the last.

By his moaning you know he’s getting closer to his own climax and wants you to reach your peak once more so he turns the vibrations up even higher than it was. You cry out Daddyyyyyy while wiggling around beneath him on your knees and you orgasm harder than you previously had. Duncan notices just how much of your wetness is over his cock, the insides of your thighs, and his legs. He throws your wand to the side and hooks hands around your hips to pull you in close and fuck you mercilessly.

It isn’t long before he comes completely undone and filling you entirely while making heavy, guttural noises. He rolls off of you lays beside you. The bed now held two sweaty, spit-covered, cum-soaked, fucked-to-exhaustion, bodies - both of which were extremely happy.

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