#and i am indeed squirming at the sweetness of them. so i hope that makes mortem happy too sdgfhgfhgjh

[cursedfortune]

Hey Mortem 👉👈 Can you tell Bug they are a cutie patootie for me?

"Good evening, creator. There's an anon here who wishes you to know that you are cute. I hope it makes you writhe, the knowledge that kind words are being spoken in regards to you. I hope you squirm in... joy. It's far more pleasant than the things you've done to us, in hindsight." Or the things some of them consider doing to you, creator.

[sunandflame]

So, I have it in my head that Kyojuro’s nipples are really sensitive (and if he doesn’t have much experience then I don’t think he would know that), but I think someone could get him real hot and bothered just by playing with them (and fuck it is so hot when big strong guys like their titties played with, amiright??)

🥹🙏🏼 could please have a drabble of someone figuring that out? Maybe both him and whoever’s getting their paws under his shirt figuring it out together? Sitting in his lap and teasing him for however long —light, tiny little pinches that make him squirm and whimper, warm, swirling circles with your fingertips that make his jaw drop open, fluttering nudges and flicks that make his hips buck under you. Anything you do to them gets a reaction, could do it for hours, but five minutes of it and he’s a wiggly, panting mess, but he doesn’t want you to stop so you try putting one in your mouth and—- 😈🥵

Dear anon baby, you are so fucking right. This is indeed very hot. When I saw this I KNEW this was way too good to dismiss this delicious idea. I am just so sorry for answering this so late. I hope you are still around and I hope you enjoy it!

Weak Spot

Warnings: suggestive, nipple play, nipple teasing, dry humping, smut

Word Count: 701

Pairing: Kyojuro x Reader

crossposted on AO3

You were sitting on your favorite place in this whole world and that was your boyfriend's lap. You liked how his muscular and big thighs felt under your thighs. In the beginning of your relationship you were so self conscious, not sure if your weight crushed him, but Kyojuro assured you that you weighed nothing for him. After you made sure that he was not lying to make you feel better for your weight, you started to sit more often on his lap as this was a way to be as close as possible. 

It was winter and you started to feel cold, searching for some heat that you knew that your boyfriend would provide. Your mind was absent when your hand wandered under his shirt, laying your hand on his chest and stroking his skin. 

A little gasp was to be heard and you lifted your head to see into your boyfriend's eyes who was starting to blush. 

“Kyojuro honey, are you okay?”  Curious you furrowed your eyebrows

“Hm, yes yes. It’s nothing!”

“If you say so…” 

You thought nothing of it and placed your head on his shoulder again and continued your stroking. Your fingers accidentally brushed his nipples and then you heard it again. That little sweet gasp of his. Can it be…? Now your hands slid over his chest not involuntarily but carefully, brushing against his nipple until you heard him holding back a whimper. Oh he is sensitive there… A mischievous idea came into your mind and your fingers were now circling around his nipple to tease him lightly. 

“My flame…” His voice was strained, as he was trying to gain his last self control, his face completely red. “Please…”

“Please what…?” Your fingers didn’t stop drawing circles around his nipple until you decided to give them a very slight flick. That caused him to buck his hip under you. He realized what he had just done and his face turned into a scarlet tone, embarrassed over his own reaction.

You undid his shirt and revealed those sweet manly titties that you were keen to explore now. You continued to stroke them with your fingers. And his jaw actually fell open when you were fluttering nudges and started to flick his nipples. The bulge of his, under your lap, was pushing against your ass and thigh. His skin was too hot and you decided that he needed a cool off by your mouth.

You drawed out your tongue, licking first his chest before you finally got to your desired target. You heard him whimper as he wiggled under you but did nothing to push you away. He enjoyed this far too much even if you overstimulated him.

Kyojuro was truly a mess. It was the first time he experienced those things and he was not sure how further he could go. His skin was tingling and feeling hot. His pants were incredibly tight and he worried that his zipper wouldn’t hold his dick anymore if you continued to play with his chest like this. Things didn't get any better when you started to dry hump him, causing more friction. That’s it. It was impossible to hold back his moan. He grabbed tightly on your waist as he tried to stop your hips from moving. 

His strength was remarkable and something that had always turned you on, but this did not stop you from continuing your play with his nipples. So you went further, licked and bit his chest, eliciting all those sweet moans and whimpers from him, while his hands bruised your waist. You did not mind at that point. You would wear those love marks with pride. 

You did a quick cat lick. It felt so deliciously warm after all that preparation you had done. So beautiful red and puckered. You sunk your teeth into his nipple and that was the moment where he came undone, trembling as he gasped for air. You felt how his cock was twitching under you and a wet spot forming on his pants. A satisfied smile was on your lips as you gave him a kiss on his lips.

“I guess we found out your weak spot, my love.”

[theshippirate22]

I posted this and expected it to be a good ol’ two note post but it got a lot of love so I got brainworms. thanks to my personal cheerleader @your-stranger-halfblood-things you’re a dear my darling <33

Stacy really isn’t expecting anything.

To everyone else it’s just April 23rd. There might be a track meet tonight, but even then, it’s ridiculous to equate that to anyone actually thinking of today as a holiday.

Stacy is really, really hoping it can just be April 23rd for her today too.

For a minute, she just lays there on her stomach, face buried in the pillow, and imagines that it’s not normal, that it’ll be just like the days Lottie and Christina turned 17, with laughter and presents and phone calls from home….

It won’t be like that, and she’s knows that, and she knows Olivia is going to do her damned hardest to make it the best day ever, which probably means she’s going to be particularly sweet all day and then they’re gonna have crazy awesome sex tonight and that’ll be that, and it’ll be April 24th and Stacy will be 17.

“Stacyyyyyy…” Olivia sings as she comes in, practically pouncing on her and tickling her sides.

“Ah, God, Liv! It’s seven am!” She squirms away, laughing despite her best efforts. “Cut it out.”

“I’m like 90% sure you have to get tickled on your birthday or you don’t grow right.”

“Oh yeah? What’s your source on that one?”

Olivia climbs over her, settling in between her legs so she can pop her elbows up on either side of Stacy’s head and box her in. “Mm, probably that one medical journal we had to read in Luther’s class.”

“Oh? Conveniently the one I couldn’t read?”

“Mhm,” She nodded adamantly. “See, if you had powered through the frankly macabre and horrific descriptions of blood and boils, you too could know the dangers of birthday tickle deficiency.” She punctuates it with a swift kiss.

“Gross, stop it,” Stacy laughs, weakly pushing her away but not stopping her from nuzzling into her neck and biting softly along her throat.

“Now listen, Stace,” She says, moving up to kiss all of her face. “We’ve got a very strict schedule to keep to today. You’ve got ten minutes before Lottie is coming in here to do your makeup. I told her to keep her hands off your hair, but you know how she is, so I’m afraid that’s a battle you’ve got to fight for yourself.”

“Why’s she doing my makeup? Is something happening?”

“Um duh.” Olivia pulls back to stare at her like she’s stupid. “You’ve got to look fabulous. Because, if I’m not mistaken, you’re turning seventeen at exactly 8:37 this morning and that’s reason for celebration indeed.”

“Why are you talking like that?” Stacy laughs again. “You sound like a founding father. Wait!” She pushes Olivia’s face from hers to ensure she can look her in the eye. “You didn’t tell Lottie it was my birthday right? You didn’t go around telling everyone?”

“No!” Olivia cries, seemingly outraged. “No, I would never!”

“Why are you smiling like that? What did you do? Liv!”

“I didn’t tell Lottie or Christina.”

“Liv!”

“But I may or may not have told Greg, who may or may not have told Lottie and Christina.”

“Oh my God, Olivia Nicole Moore, whyyyyyyy?”

“Because, Stacy Linda Harrington. I love you.” Another kiss, right on the lips. “And I am very stubborn and determined to show you that your family is full of asshats and you should forget about them and remember that you’ve got a family here. Who also loves you.”

Stacy wanted to argue more, but not really, because she was feeling particularly warm and happy in a way that she hadn’t felt for a long time, so she took the chance to kiss Olivia deeper.

Lottie came tumbling in not long after, and Stacy played beauty shop customer with her while Olivia watched smirking from where she sat on the bed. Stacy curled her hair and put on her uniform and Christina came to see what was taking them all so long before dragging them to breakfast.

“Well, well, well, if it isn’t the lady of the hour!”

“Hi, Greg,” Stacy grins, rolling her eyes.

“Happy Birthday, little missy,” He put his hands behind his back and stood on his toes, leaning toward her. “I know I’m supposed to remain impartial because I’m a TA and shit, but you do know you’re my favorite, right?”

“Impartial, my ass,” Olivia snorts. “Like you even try.”

He shushes her playfully then adds, “I have something for you, Stace.”

“Oh? What is it?”

He leads her back into the kitchens- just her; her friends wait patiently in the hall- and delivers a heaping stack of hot pancakes into her hands.

“It’s not Pancake Day?” Stacy says, trying to ignore the bubbling excitement in her stomach.

“Nah, but I know they’re you’re favorite, so I paid The Beast to make you some anyway.”

“Greg…” She wasn’t going to cry over this. That was ridiculous. God, no one had made her pancakes since she lived in Indiana and that was almost five years ago. “Thank you.”

She flings herself into his arms, holding out the plate to the side to preserve the gift and he rolls his eyes but hugs back nonetheless.

“Go eat with everybody else, I’ve gotta go get the mail, see if you have some birthday cards.”

She scoffs but doesn’t let it bring her down.

So that’s how she ends up in the lunch hall with her friends and her stack of pancakes. At one point, Miss Beastion (aka The Beast) comes to wipe down tables and breaks her glare for a moment to wish her a happy birthday and almost smiles.

Greg brings the mail around to their hall, all thirty of them, and there’s a box and a letter for Stacy.

She picks up the off white envelope first. “Here’s the card from my parents,” she explains. “Let’s put out bets now, yeah?”

“Dear Beloved Daughter,” Christina starts and Lottie bursts into laughter.

“It is your birthday,” Olivia continues.

“Hope to do business with you in the future, Richard Harrington,” Stacy finishes sardonically, slipping her nail under the adhesive and tearing it open.

Their jokes aren’t far from the truth. The card is completely white-except for the back side, which has the Harrington company logo on it- and inside all it says is “Happy Birthday! Love Mom and Dad” with three hundred dollars wedged in.

“Thanks, Donna,” Stacy murmurs.

“Wait, I thought Melanie was your dad’s secretary?” Lottie cuts in.

“Melanie is the one he’s fucking,” Stacy explains and Olivia laughs because she can’t help herself, adding “For now.”

“Donna is too old for him, thank God. She’s his real secretary, the one that used to babysit u- me. She’s been sending cards instead of them since I was like. Ten.”

“Fuck ‘em,” Olivia says suddenly. “Fuck them all! They’re such assholes, all of them!”

“Preach!” Christina whoops. “Fuck them!”

Greg looks up from the staff table, probably because one of the teachers told him to contain his hall, and he comes over for a minute, quickly realizing what’s going on. With a mouth full of blueberry muffin, he agrees, “Oh yeah, fuck the Harringtons.”

“Yeah, fuck ‘em,” Stacy repeats, with less conviction. “Come on, let’s see what this thing is.”

She pulls the box toward her. There’s no name on it besides her own, no return address, no nothing. Lottie takes out her hoop earring and hands it to her so she can use the point to slice open the tape, at which point she hands the earring back and rips the box entirely open.

She isn’t entirely sure what she’s expecting. Whatever it is, though, it’s not what she’s actively looking at.

“What is it?” Greg says through another bite of muffin, peering over her.

Inside the box, is a three inch stack of Bop magazines, undoubtedly issues from at least a couple years with the latest on top, some Wonder Woman comic books, an entire rainbow of nail polish, a new hairbrush, some of the soap you could only get from a shop on Main Street in Hawkins, six or seven 3 Musketeers bars (which happened to be her favorite since she was what? five?), an Agatha Christie book, and three cans of Farrah Fawcett hairspray.

“Is it from your parents?” Christina mumbles, lifting the box to check the bottom and sides for a name. She must find nothing, because she sets it back down dejectedly.

“I don’t… I don’t think so? They wouldn’t send stuff like this to me anyway… it’s too… fun.”

The girls dig into the magazines while they finish eating, and Lottie and Christina get in an argument over whether Matthew Broderick or Tom Cruise is objectively hotter and Greg decides for them, siding with both Lottie and Broderick, much to Christina’s dismay. Then bells are ringing and classes are starting, and the group gets separated.

It’s during third period that it happens. One moment she’s taking notes on symbolism in Macbeth, and the next Greg is leaning on the doorway with a satisfied- albeit surprised- smirk.

“Stacy’s call,” he offers in explanation.

It’s a thing at the school, the calls. A lot of kids are from out of state, some are out of country, so the rule is that every kid can get a call from their parents on their birthday during class. Otherwise, they’ve just got to wait until one of the school’s payphones is open to reach home.

The thing that has her staring at him in shock is the fact that her parents haven’t called in literal years. She gets her compulsory card from Donna and a fistful of cash to buy her satisfaction, and that’s the end of the birthday things.

Last year, she lied when Christina asked. Said she got it during chemistry, the only class she didn’t have any friends in. No one to verify or validate. Greg had covered for her when he overheard the lie.

The year before that, Donna had called instead, saying her Father wanted to call but he was in Taiwan and didn’t have any phone reception. Which was also a lie. But she appreciated it anyway. She cried in the shower that night and Olivia had found her She didn’t ask, for which Stacy was grateful, and they were good friends after that. Until they were girlfriends.

So Stacy is more confused than anything else while she follows Greg back to the office phone. She hadn’t really done anything particularly noteworthy in the last little bit; no reason for her parents to remember she was living and breathing, nothing deserving the call. Maybe they want to yell at her and this is the only chance they know for sure they’ll be able to talk to her.

Greg hands her the receiver and she holds it in her hand for a minute, taking a minute to compose herself for the beat down that’s about to come before she lifts it to her ear.

“Hello?”

“Oh! Hi.”

“Dad?” she mutters in surprise.

“God, please don’t tell me I sound that much like him.”

“You don’t,” she assures suddenly, because it’s true that he really doesn’t sound like her father but she isn’t sure who else he could be.

“Um… It’s Steve…”

Oh.

Oh.

“What? Oh my God, why is your voice so deep?”

He laughs softly. “I’m nineteen, Stace.”

And isn’t that just wild. That snotty whiny kid that threw a fit when she was going to start middle school and refused to be seen in the same district as her is a grown man.

All she says is, “Oh wow.”

“Well, I’m calling to say happy birthday. Sorry they took you out of class… I… I didn’t have your schedule so I was trying to guess? Apparently I didn’t do as well as I thought.”

“Uh, that’s okay,” she murmurs. “It’s kind of a thing around here to be pulled out of class for this anyway.”

“Yeah, it’s your one call for the year, huh?” Suddenly he sounded very small. “I, uh, I tried to call dad. To remind him. But, uh, he changed personal lines and didn’t tell me the new number, and every time I called the company, they just kept rewiring me to Donna, so she gave me the number so I could just call myself. So, um, sorry. It’s just me.”

For just a second, Stacy has that fleeting warmth of being loved, but it’s paired with this agonizing, overwhelming desire. She doesn’t know what for; maybe for him to be like this all the time, maybe for things to be different with their parents, with everything else.

“That’s okay,” she says quickly, trying to sound indifferent. “Thanks for trying anyway.”

“Yeah.” There’s a lapse and he forces out quickly, “Did you get my present? I was trying to time it right so it would get there this morning-“

“That’s from you?”

“Uh, yeah. I hope it’s okay. I didn’t… didn’t really know what to get you, but, uh, the girls I babysit said it was a pretty standard teenage girl gift and they’re like the smartest people I know. But if you don’t like it you can sell the stuff or just give it away and I can send you something else! Just tell me and I’ll get it! I just… when I opened my cash Christmas present I kinda snapped and lost my shit and I figured you’d want something other than cash but I don’t-“

Stacy has about twenty five questions regarding this, starting with “You’re a babysitter?!” but instead she smiles softly at his awkwardness-also so weird for him- and murmurs, “It’s great, Steve. Me and my friends will have a blast.”

“Oh I’m glad. Max said stuff like that is the staple to any good sleepover and boarding school is like an infinite sleepover, right? So I thought I better up the quantity? I don’t know, it made sense to me…”

“Yeah, no, that makes perfect sense,” She agrees quickly. “That’s really… heartfelt.”

“Hopefully it’s better than The Card.”

“God, yeah, they aren’t even trying,” she relays the message from said card, and he snorts.

“You know it’s from Donna, then. Dad’s has never called himself anything other than Richard.”

They laugh about it darkly, and for an instant the solidarity between them is so strong it’s like they were borne from the same soul. Like they aren’t strangers who share a name.

“Hey, listen, Stace,” He adds slowly. “I know you usually go back to the Carolina house or something for summer break- you went to Cabo last year, right? But if… if you want, of course, you don’t have to, but you could come stay with me in Indiana. My friends would love you, you know? I think you’d have fun. It’s not Cabo, but… you know…”

The invitation is weird. Not entirely unwelcome, but bizarre, given that the last time they spoke to each other, they actually weren’t talking to each other.

“Are you dying, Steve?” And she’s only half joking.

He laughs once, awkwardly again. “No. I am very much alive. But, uh, a lot has changed. With everything. Hawkins. Me. You, probably. And it’s stupid that I’ve just been pretending you don’t exist. We don’t… we don’t have to be pitted against each other all the time, you know? We’ve got a common enemy here. And I’m… I’m so sorry about how I was. I’m not like that anymore. At least I’m really trying.”

She swallows back the soft hope building in her throat. “God, they’re such assholes, aren’t they?”

And that’s all it takes. The understanding is so profound it doesn’t need anymore explanation. Especially when Steve adds exhaustedly, “Yes. Yes, they are.”

The treaty is solidified. The olive branch taken.

He asks her a few more questions about her birthday, the standard things, and she tells him about her pancakes and the cupcake she’ll get at lunch and that Greg will probably make the whole cafeteria sing to her, and she pointedly leaves out the plans Olivia has for her tonight and the blunts she bought a few weeks ago for a special occasion. She writes down his number and she seriously considers snagging a payphone and calling him a few times before school gets out.

By the time she hangs up, she walks to fourth period, that she is significantly late for, and when she slides into her seat next to Olivia, she’s got a peculiar little smile that won’t seem to go away.

“Was that your call?” She whispers, even more shocked than Greg.

“Mhm,” She nods dazedly.

“It was your parents? Did they yell at you?”

“It was my brother,” Stacy says softly.

She didn’t think it was possible for Olivia to look more surprised but somehow she manages, eyebrows shooting up and eyes growing wide.

She doesn’t say anything else, instead turning her attention to Mr. Hansen’s lesson, until Olivia elbows her and mutters, “What are you thinking about?”

Stacy grins. “Do you wanna come to Indiana with me this summer?”

[jakexneytiri]

"What the fuck was that back there?" He growled at you

"I don't know what you're talking about," You said while your back facing him.

He bared his teeth, grabbed your shoulder, and spun you around.

"You're not gonna act like a brat in public, alright?" He whispered harshly to you.

"Make me!" You yelled at him.

"Watch. Your. Mouth."

"You watch it. I can't see it from here." You replied sarcastically.

It went silent, but he was even more pissed off.

"Uh oh?"

"Uh-oh indeed" He then picked you up and threw you over his shoulder.

Taking you to a tree far away from everyone else.

He sits you down next to a tree.

"This is gonna hurt my back y'know"

"You'll live" Jake replied dryly.

He started sucking on your neck, leaving hickeys.

You felt your core getting wetter every time he made a new mark. Until you finally snapped.

Grabbing the knots on his loincloth trying to undo it.

He laughs at your desperate attempt and then pushes your hands away.

He then starts taking off your loincloth. Once the knots are completely undone he looks at you for consent. he's consent king istg

You nod your head and he puts you on his lap. Putting two of his fingers inside of you. He puts his hands around your throat. He curls his fingers, hitting your sweet spot exactly, and moves them at a torturing slow pace.

"Faster, please," you whined as you tried fucking yourself with his fingers.

He took his hand off your neck, barely speeding up his other hand's pace, stopping your hips from moving. He gave you a look of fury, his fingers made you feel so good, but you were getting annoyed.

"your fingers aren't doing shit, I need your cock." You blurted out.

He completely stops moving as he tilts his head. Narrowed eyes with his jaw slacking and tongue pointing to his inner cheek. You've been disrespectful too much. He's finally getting tired of it. Your words growing contempt in his mind.

With no warning, he starts a brutal pace. Sticking another finger in, as well. He was three-fingers in, knuckle deep. So fast, so deep, so sudden. You started squirming and kicking with cries.

"You wanna underestimate the Olo'eytkan, darling? I'll make you cum so many times with just my fingers, yawne"

All his words were blurred out by the pleasure. You could feel yourself getting close, as you felt a knot start building.

Jake could tell too. "Awe, already gonna make a mess all over my fingers baby girl?"

All you could say in response was a whine. A loud, long whine.

"Come on, tìyawn. All over my fingers." He whispers in your ear.

You came all over his fingers, except he doesn't stop, slow down, in fact he was faster than before.

You tried pushing him away but you were weak, your muscles were giving up.

You start crying from overstimulation, the pleasure being too much to handle.

"how are you gonna handle my cock if you can't even handle my fingers baby?" He chuckles as he wipes tears off your face.

💍

bro this took like an hour or two and I low-key kinda hate it ngl. Anyways hope you like it 💕

WIFEYYYY THIS WAS DELICIOUS!!! OH MY GODDDD I AM SCREAMING (WITHOUT THE S OFC) i will gladly act like a brat for jake 🤭 YOU SHOULD WRITE SMUT FR!! gosh this was so good 😩😩

“you wanna underestimate the olo’eyktan, darling? i’ll make you cum so many times with just my fingers, yawne.” JAKE SPEAKING NA’VI AAAAAAAAAAA ILY BABES THANK YOU FOR THIS 💓💘💞💖

[twokinkybeans]

Hi, for the Spotify Starker Ficlet: Maybe lucky number 7?

I hope you have a great day with lots of cookies and mulled wine!

Hi there! Thank you so much for your kind words, I hope you have a wonderful day as well! And yes, lucky number seven indeed! <3 Here's a little ficlet based on the song "Green Green Dress" from the movie Tick, Tick... Boom! I hope you like it!

#7: Green Green Dress (listen here!)

“Peter… What is this?” Tony said, his voice uncertain and unsteady as he picked up the green piece of fabric from the floor. He’d decided to give his boyfriend a surprise visit in his little studio apartment but was surprised to find… Well, this. Tony had hoped it wouldn’t be what he thought it was, but now that he held it, there was no room for doubt. It was a dress. A pretty, green dress. What was Peter doing with this? He wasn’t… Secretly seeing a girl now, was he?

Peter’s eyes widened, and blood rushed to his cheeks. His jaw dropped, but then he quickly clamped his teeth together. He rushed to sit up from where he was lying in his bed.

“Tony! Tony, it’s not what you think it is-”

“No? Isn’t it?” Tony hissed, his anger finally finding its way outwards. “Because it sure looks like a dress, doesn’t it? Who does it belong to? MJ? Some other chick from MIT you failed to tell me about? You better fucking explain this!”

Peter lowered his gaze and anxiously played with his fingers, before looking up again, tears in his eyes.

“I-It’s mine.”

“I fucking kn- Wait.” Tony felt his anger twist into a strange sense of confusion. “What do you mean, it’s yours?”

“I like to… Play around with it? I- It makes me feel… Pretty. God, Tony, I’m so sorry,” Peter babbled and stood up to quickly grab the dress back from Tony’s prying eyes. “You were never meant to find it, it’s so fucking disgusting, I swear I’ll throw it out, and-”

“Whoa, whoa, Peter,” Tony cut him off. “Slow down a bit, will ya?” Peter couldn’t look at him, not anymore, and he held the dress closely to his chest. Even if Tony had any doubts left, no one would embrace a piece of clothing like that unless it was incredibly important to them. The older man sighed, and he tried to ignore the shame in the back of his mind for jumping to conclusions so soon. He sat down on Peter’s bed and patted the spot next to him. Peter hesitantly followed up on his suggestion.

“You like to dress up, then?”

“Mh-mh,” Peter mumbled in embarrassment.

“I- I am sorry, baby,” Tony whispered and pulled his lover in for a hug. Peter buried his face against Tony’s chest and trembled slightly. Shit, Tony had really fucked this up. He had to make this right somehow.

“Will you show me, sweetness? I promise I won’t judge you for this.” He paused and lifted Peter’s chin to look up at him. “I bet you look fucking gorgeous wearing that.”

Peter’s eyes lit up lightly at that, and he blushed again.

“Really?”

“Really,” Tony affirmed. 

Peter stood up awkwardly and took one last glance at the dress before slowly bringing it up and pulling it over his head. The stretchy fabric had to be pulled in all the right places, but soon enough, Tony felt his throat dry out when he saw how absolutely stunning Peter was like this. The fabric had a way of gripping Peter in all the right places. Clinging to his hips while the flowy skirt gave it a nonchalant vibe. His eyes trailed up. Fuck, he loved that Peter’s navel was exposed, and the two breast pieces crossed over Peter’s pecs perfectly. His muscular figure combined with the fragile feel of the dress made Tony’s brain shortcircuit.

“Peter,” he breathed heavily. Peter squirmed a little where he stood, feeling exposed and uncertain, but soon, he recognized the sheer hunger that crossed Tony’s face. “Peter, c’mere,” he grunted. Peter giggled and walked over to his boyfriend, straddling his thighs.

“You… Like it?” He asked quietly. Tony nodded, trailing his hands over the pieces of fabric and the bare skin it revealed. Fuck, he wanted to fucking jump Peter. “You don’t want to know,” He started, voice strained with lust, “-what this green dress does to me on you. You are a pretty boy.”

Peter gasped, and neither of them said anything for a long, long time.

-FIN

SEND ME A NUMBER BETWEEN 1-100, AND I'LL WRITE A DRABBLE BASED ON THE CORRESPONDING SONG FROM MY SPOTIFY WRAPPED! (Numbers 4, 7 and 22 already taken!)

[northofallmusic]

my other WIP entry for fem wenzhou wek... is substantially longer than the first. this is, belatedly, for day 5 - music.

notes:

- wkx/zzs, wkx/others, canon divergence on a few levels, set when wkx is at war to secure her position.

- it's about wkx doing 2 things: brutal murder and visiting brothels; zzs is mostly just doing 1 thing, which is being undercover at one of said brothels, for ???reasons????

- "isn't wkx a bit busy being at war to be having this much sex" look.............. the heart wants what it wants, and what it wants is upsetting juxtapositions

- here is how I write a fic: i have three horny and/or upsetting mental images. I slam them into scenes and hope meaning will emerge. meaning is still in the process of emerging

- approx. 3k, gore, mostly sex scenes, brief references to abuse & rape

-

She shackled the man before she began. His eyes were unfocused, and his strong body tried weakly to curl in on itself.

Once she opened the large blood vessels in his neck, everything happened quite quickly.

-

"I've heard that something happened," the girl said. She didn't need to say where. <em>Something happened</em>—the furtive tone—it could only be Mount Fengya.

"Oh?" Wen Kexing asked. "Here—the wine is good—have a little more."

The girl accepted. Her pretty face was tired under her makeup.

"I don't know what," she said. "But I can only hope it doesn't mean trouble."

"I wouldn't let anything happen to you," Wen Kexing said. She smiled, sly. "Such a lovely thing—"

"Oh? You'll protect me?"

A teasing tone. A game they were playing.

"Of course," Wen Kexing said. She crooked her fingers, beckoning, and the girl came to her—sat herself demurely upon Wen Kexing's knee. Under her thin robes, her cunt was warm and soft—accepted the slide of Wen Kexing's fingers across it easily. Wen Kexing sighed in quiet satisfaction. After a little while, the girl squirmed around, encouraging Wen Kexing to lie back. She opened Wen Kexing's clothing, baring Wen Kexing's breasts to the room's warm air.

She took one of Wen Kexing's nipples in her sweet mouth—Wen Kexing's skin, later, would be smeared with red.

The girl, still subject to Wen Kexing's teasing fingers, whimpered to be played with so. She grew, after a while, very wet indeed—no paste smeared on herself to make her body seem interested, no drugs to make her insides pliant—none of the little ways of easing one's work that Wen Kexing was familiar with. She dripped on Wen Kexing's hand. Her face, pressed to Wen Kexing's chest, was very hot.

"Good girl," Wen Kexing said. "Isn't it good?"

"You're very skilled, mistress," the girl said—breathlessly. Her hands, trembling slightly, roamed over Wen Kexing's skin.

"I am," Wen Kexing agreed easily. She had two fingers inside the girl, rubbed her thumb insistently at the girl's clit.

The two of them were probably of an age, and neither of them had lived lives where one could grow into oneself slowly—and yet Wen Kexing felt herself immeasurably much older, coaxing pleasure out of another body when she had only hours ago personally carried out a series of executions.

The girl gasped, seemingly in real startlement, as her body spasmed.

"Good girl," Wen Kexing said again. She parted her robes more entirely, exposing her own cunt. "Go ahead. Use your mouth. Hands on the ground."

-

It was war, naturally. The blood had flowed from that man's body into the grooves Wen Kexing had carved into the floor around him, filling them, and the world had changed.

Her skirts turned red from the hem up—her sleeves turned red from the wrist. The fabric darkened and then began to stiffen. Blood and flesh crusted under her fingernails as she tore the man's stomach open, letting his white intestines spill out until his cock was invisible behind the fall of them, and it was a day before she could fully scrub them clean—because the war began almost at once. The hall burned first, and then other buildings. Ghosts made weapons of everything. The smoke rose high.

-

This woman had an unremarkable face but, Wen Kexing felt, an air of great beauty. She sat with her eyes downcast, lashes fanned darkly across her cosmetic-paled face, and cradled her pipa against the curve of her body. She played well, but with a slight melancholy.

Wen Kexing, being fussed over as a patron the madam had heard always payed well, indicated her interest.

The madam hesitated, but only for a moment. The hesitation was—curious. However exclusive the courtesan, Wen Kexing could pay—perhaps another patron was expected.

That patron would have to be disappointed, if so, Wen Kexing thought, as she was shown to a private room and offered wine, tea, small sweet things to eat. The snacks were good, as it turned out. Wen Kexing ate idly as she waited, making up for the evening meal she had been unable to find time for.

The pipa player slipped quietly into the room.

"Play for me," Wen Kexing said. "Something you like especially well."

The woman's mouth twitched, as though this were funny.

"What may I call you?" Wen Kexing asked, as the woman knelt, spreading her robe around her with a neat flick.

"Miss Xu," the woman said.

She began to play. Having been instructed to play something she liked, the sound of the pipa grew more melancholy still, seeming to yearn for something entirely beyond reach or perhaps lost forever. She did not seem to be trying to flatter Wen Kexing, to play to Wen Kexing's interests rather than her own as many would. It was pleasing.

"Drink with me," Wen Kexing said, as the song shivered away to silence.

The woman had a willowy body. Wen Kexing wanted to put her hands on it. But patience made the reward sweeter.

She had felt insatiable since the war began, against all reason. A mania had gripped her, perhaps. Her body was so terribly alive.

The women poured wine for Wen Kexing, neatly correct.

"What other talents do you have?" Wen Kexing asked. "Do you recite poetry well? Compose it? Do you paint beautiful landscapes?"

"My talents are quite modest, mistress," Miss Xu said.

She had been very expensive.

"Ah?" Wen Kexing asked. "But you have some. Tell me."

"As you heard, I play," Miss Xu said. "And I'm told my hands are very deft."

She touched her fingertips to her red mouth. The gesture, close to but not exactly a modest one, was curiously suggestive.

There were calluses on her hands which Wen Kexing thought must be more a product of martial skill than anything genteel. They were faint, easy to miss.

Wen Kexing reached out and caught Miss Xu's hand, took it between her own, uncurling it to look at the palm. Apart from the calluses, her skin was certainly soft and pale enough to belong to a lady or a courtesan, not sun-darkened or made tough by working in fields and yards. Her skin was all the same slightly darker than Wen Kexing's—but Wen Kexing's hands were more bruised and scarred. There was, she noted absently, a little blood under the nail of her left thumb still.

She kissed the centre of Miss Xu's palm.

"I'm sure you also sing beautifully," she said. Smiled. "With the right encouragement."

"Perhaps," Miss Xu said. There was an arrogance to her tone for a moment—and then she made herself bashful. The transformation was very quick.

There was much going on below the surface of her. She might be an assassin who had been hired to kill Wen Kexing, or she might be doing some other covert thing altogether. She was not what she appeared to be, in any case—or not only.

Wen Kexing had gone to bed with people who wanted her dead before. What other kind of person existed in the valley? But this was something different. She wanted to taste it, even if the night might end with bloodshed.

"Permit me to try," Wen Kexing said.

Miss Xu inclined her head.

"Have you any toys for us to play with?" Wen Kexing asked.

"I can arrange for some, mistress. One moment."

She rose, slipped out. This was not, it seemed, the room in which she lived—or she had nothing of the sort on hand, and must borrow.

Wen Kexing stood, paced the room, stretching her joints out, until Miss Xu returned, carrying a lacquered box, holding it out before her as she bowed, offering.

Wen Kexing opened the box. Carved phalluses, soft cloth. There were spaces here and there where things had been removed—things suited to use by or on a man, perhaps, or simply things Miss Xu didn't wish to have used on her.

"Please disrobe," Wen Kexing said, sweetly.

Miss Xu's eyes flashed briefly—no, she wasn't what she seemed. But she undressed without evidence of hesitation, despite the boldness of the request. Revealed small breasts with large dark nipples, a wiry body.

"How lovely you are," Wen Kexing said. She pressed her clothed body close to Miss Xu's naked one. "You can put your clothes on again in a moment. But first—"

She slid her hand between Miss Xu's legs, where she was wet and open. Perhaps she had received a patron not too long before Wen Kexing's arrival, or prepared herself—or perhaps her body was generous in this.

Wen Kexing picked up one of the phalluses from the box, and warmed it briefly in her hand. Sliding around to stand behind Miss Xu, she parted Miss Xu's folds with one hand—with the other, slid the cock into her. Miss Xu stiffened briefly. Relaxed with a little shudder.

"That was all," Wen Kexing said. She adjusted the thing, made sure the base of it was nestled close to Miss Xu's body.

Miss Xu moved gingerly as she dressed herself again, thighs pressed together to stop the toy slipping out of her. When she went to her knees, she briefly screwed her eyes shut, taking a very slightly unsteady breath.

"Play for me some more," Wen Kexing said. She passed Miss Xu her pipa, so that she wouldn't have to move.

"Very Well," Miss Xu said.

She played with steady hands. Wen Kexing drank slowly, moderating herself to remain only pleasantly warm.

Despite the way Miss Xu's body tensed sometimes, she didn't blush.

"Is your face a mask?" Wen Kexing asked, as another song ended.

Miss Xu looked at her through those long lashes. "Of course not," she said. "I would not dare."

"Hmm," Wen Kexing said. She reached out, touched a fingertip to Miss Xu's cheek. Slid it up to rest just below Miss Xu's eye. She was behaving too much like the lunatic they had begun to name her as in the valley, she realised—

Let her hand drop.

With the powder and rouge, she couldn't even definitively say if the shade of Miss Xu's face would exactly match the shade of her hands. But she felt sure of her assessment—that Miss Xu was here not only on covert business but also wearing a false face.

"If my appearance displeases you, mistress, I offer my deepest apologies. But I cannot change it. You will have to seek other company—"

"Of course not," Wen Kexing said. "You're just the right sort for me."

Miss Xu laughed—not in the flattering and gentle way some women did, but sharply. She had understood that small pieces of unconventional behaviour would not alarm her patron.

"How do you feel?" Wen Kexing asked. "Is it nice being full?"

"You're teasing me," Miss Xu said.

"Oh? Do you mean to say it isn't enough to simply have a cock in you? You must find men very disappointing, then."

"Very," Miss Xu said, with false solemnity.

"Come to bed, then," Wen Kexing said. She helped Miss Xu to her feet, and led her across the room. Guided her down onto the bed, and unfastened her clothes.

The hair between her legs was quite wet.

Wen Kexing reached down to touch her there, sliding fingers across her clit and down between her folds until she found the base of the toy. It had been curved, she remembered, and so she twisted it from side to side a little. Miss Xu gasped—thew a hand hastily over her mouth, as though she had been found out somehow.

Wen Kexing fucked Miss Xu with the toy, quick and hard, keeping her thumb pressed to Miss Xu's clit. Miss Xu writhed, gasped and arched her body. Her hands clenched, she trembled. As Wen Kexing angled the toy inside her, trying to find an angle that would stimulate her more intensely, she twitched hard and cried out—there it was, then—Wen Kexing kept that pressure up, and leaned over Miss Xu—put her mouth on Miss Xu's clit, and sucked on it hard, scraping her teeth very lightly against it.

Miss Xu's legs kicked helplessly. She clutched at Wen Kexing's shoulder. When she came she was very loud.

Wen Kexing left the toy inside her, but let go of it. She could remove it herself if it was uncomfortable.

She didn't.

Wen Kexing felt painfully aroused, a tight and aching feeling wrapping itself around her clit and squeezing. She found she wasn't certain what she wanted to do. Insanely, she thought about sliding the toy out of Miss Xu's body and straight into her own cunt—even though penetration with more than a finger sometimes made her mind go cold and blank. She would like to be a person who knew how to be fucked, but she only knew about the other thing, the one that was <em>like</em> sex but wasn't sex.

"Come here," she said. She pulled Miss Xu up to a sitting position, noting how the movement of the toy made Miss Xu wince. Reached between Miss Xu's legs and stroked over her mound soothingly.

She knelt over Miss Xu on the bed. Spreading her thighs made her aware of how wet she was. She took Miss Xu's hand, placed it against her cunt. Miss Xu rubbed at her slowly with the flat of her palm, and Wen Kexing sighed, wrapped her arms loosely around Miss Xu's neck.

Miss Xu, too, sighed. She leaned her head against Wen Kexing's chest, pushed her face into the valley between Wen Kexing's breasts. Her fingers curled carefully on either side of Wen Kexing's entrance, slipping a little because Wen Kexing was—really—very wet—

Miss Xu ran her fingers back and forth between Wen Kexing's folds. Wen Kexing breathed in quiet gasps—clamped one hand around the wrist of the other to keep from scratching Miss Xu's back bloody as pleasure made her body clench and tremble.

Miss Xu was very good at this. She paid attention to all of Wen Kexing's cunt, exploring her thoroughly with her deft fingers—didn't hurry to try and make her come, and didn't try to put a finger inside her, although she brushed at times across Wen Kexing's entrance. The teasing was enough to make Wen Kexing want to insist on being fingered—

But pleasure distracted her again and again. Miss Xu, without prompting, took one of Wen Kexing's nipples in her mouth. She sucked steadily on Wen Kexing's breasts, one and then the other. Wen Kexing's breathing grew harsher and harsher. Miss Xu took hold of Wen Kexings clit between finger and thumb, tugged on it like stroking a very small cock—Wen Kexing imagined, fleetingly, having a cock—sinking herself into Miss Xu like that. One more option, another bit of possibility. She enjoyed her cunt—liked the way arousal felt in it—but if she imagined her clit growing, she only felt more turned on.

Miss Xu jerked her off. She had both hands on Wen Kexing's cunt, one reaching in from behind and one from the front. She held Wen Kexing spread open, and Wen Kexing dripped on her, helpless to stop it without giving an order to Miss Xu. She could feel the slick evidence of her own pleasure pulsing out of her. Her orgasm built in her like the need to piss. Painful, in a way. Demanding relief.

She was almost as loud as Miss Xu had been, when she came.

She lingered only long enough for a slow kiss, after, and then got to her feet.

"Would you like to come again?" she asked Miss Xu.

"As it pleases you," Miss Xu said. She managed to look demure, kneeling there with a toy inside her and her breasts bare, the bedding in disarray around her.

"It pleases me," Wen Kexing said.

She lay down on the bed, and Miss Xu straddled her. Wen Kexing reached between Miss Xu's legs to touch the base of the toy—took a firm hold of it.

Miss Xu rode her, fucking herself on the toy, brow furrowed in concentration. Her body was flexible, strong. Her breasts moved pleasingly with the force of her movements.

Wen Kexing touched Miss Xu idly on her thigh, her hip, her waist. She pinched Miss Xu's nipples, rolled them between her fingers. Sweat plastered Miss Xu's hair to her face.

At last, Wen Kexing rolled them over—pushed Miss Xu down onto the bed—fucked her from behind until she was making only messy incoherent sounds, the pitch of them rising quickly. Maybe it was performance, and maybe it wasn't.

She pulled the toy out of Miss Xu and replaced it with her fingers. Touched Miss Xu inside, feeling how little resistance there was now after she'd spent so long stretched open.

"How perfect you are," Wen Kexing said. "I'll bring you something beautiful next time. You deserve fine gifts."

She was still fucking Miss Xu slowly. Miss Xu was trembling slightly, overstimulated, but she was also tilting her hips, making her cunt more easily available.

How professional.

Wen Kexing wanted to laugh. She pulled her fingers out of Miss Xu, and licked them clean.

"I'm satisfied for tonight," she said. "Here, here's your robe."

Miss Xu put it on wordlessly. Wen Kexing could see the hard points of her nipples through it. With a lantern burning behind her, the lines of her body were clear.

A good visit, Wen Kexing thought with satisfaction, and retired to bathe.

-

Wen Kexing was in the business, these days, of creating headless ghosts.

"They're welcome to rise and collect their heads if they like," she said. She smiled. "I'll destroy them a second time."

The blood where she had killed the first man was thickly crusted still despite the months that had passed. It was flaking away constantly, skittering at times across the floors of the hall in which the act had occurred as the wind blew through. Small blood-storms, squalling at ankle height.

[tarnishedxknight]

Ashelia couldn't help but notice how nervous Gylfie was. Perhaps that was understandable, since her child had wandered off, but... there was none of that thorough relief at finding the girl that Ashelia thought she would have felt had it been her own child lost. Instead, whatever Gylfie was nervous about seemed to be persisting, and because of that, Ashe found herself feeling a bit on edge too.

Maybe it is only that she is unnerved to see me here in Archadia, Ashe thought to herself. Truly, it was strange and unsettling to be here in the Empire, but she was pushing through her emotions to do what she must for the sake of Dalmasca. It did make her worry, though, that perhaps Gylfie had some ulterior motive, or was here to obtain information for her superiors on just what Ashe and her comrades were up to. Still, she supposed that word of everything had gotten high up to the top of House Solidor by now anyway. There was no hiding anymore, and frankly, Ashelia didn't want to hide.

Ashe smiled as the topic of the girl's spiritedness came up. Indeed, she had been just as spirited as a girl, and Gylfie was right, there was nothing wrong with that. "Well, I am sure you will keep her safe, even if she does get into trouble," Ashe said with a light chuckle. "You are very welcome. She's such a sweet little thing. We had a good time, the two of us, for the brief moment we had," she said with a smile at the girl.

Myra squirmed to look at Ashe and smiled a little before shyly hiding her face against Gylfie's shoulder once more. The lady was nice, but she was too tired for social interactions right now. Maybe later? Would Mama let the nice lady visit them and Dada? She hoped so.

When Gylfie commented on Landisians reaching Dalmasca, Ashelia shrugged a little. "To be quite honest, perhaps the majority of them do not," she supposed. "Basch is the only one I know of. There were far more refugees on Mt. Bur-Omisace. I imagine that most of them would not reach as far west as Dalmasca. Basch is the exception, it seems."

Though... she worried for the girl. To e so close to the cutthroat mess that was House Solidor, and of Landisian blood, no less... Was that not dangerous for the child? "Is... Forgive me, but is it best to keep her here, then, if she is of Landisian descent? This is the Empire that destroyed her father's homeland, after all. How does her father feel about her living close to the seat of power?" Ashe asked, not to pry, but out of genuine concern for the girl. Her expression denoted as much.

At the mention of chops, Ashelia's expression seemed to suddenly explode into exasperation. "Gods, yes! We've been at it for the better part of the day, attempting to earn the wretched things!" she exclaimed. "Imagine that, taxing something as essential as travel. It's absurd!" She had no idea that her entitled and sheltered upbringing was showing in that moment, for even in Dalmasca, there were transportation businesses that charged for the service. Living in the palace, however, she had no idea such hardships existed for those less fortunate than herself.

"Oh? Could you?" she asked hopefully, perking up. If Gylfie could help, then maybe they could finally continue in their quest. Ashelia was growing more antsy by the minute. Wasted time was measured in lost Dalmascan lives, the way she saw it. "Mm, I am aware of the danger, but I must continue on, for the sake of my people," Ashe said stoically. "We need to reach the Draklor Laboratory. Balthier... knows the head scientist, and we have great need of a word with him."

Before she could explain further, Basch returned to her side, causing her to smile, albeit a bit wearily. "Oh, Basch... I was just speaking with Judge Ynarra," she said cheerfully.

"Judge," he said, nodding respectfully, but also eyeing Myra.

Hearing a new voice, Myra lifted her head and blinked sleepily. This man was rather large and might have looked scary, but he had kind eyes. She decided she liked him, but... oh, she was so tired and laid her head back down.

That was enough for Basch to notice a great deal about the child, and his observations were made even more curious as Ashelia herself attempted to explain...

"This is her daughter. Isn't she lovely? Her father is Landisian," Ashe shared, if for no other reason than to help Basch feel less alone in being a survivor of the horrible tragedy in his former homeland.

Basch's response was verbally polite. "Is that so?" he said, by way of innocuous conversation, but... his gaze... moved from Myra, to Gylfie, knowingly. This child was not Landisian, but that was almost irrelevant compared to what Basch could clearly see she was instead... He said nothing, though, although his mind raced with questions. This was not his child, and he had no business commenting on her, although he wondered if she was even really Gylfie's. Other more pressing matters required his attention, however, and so he had to leave this where it was, for now.

Ashe, for her part, seemed not to pick up on Basch's suspicions at all. "Judge Ynarra thinks she may be able to aid us with regard to these ridiculous chops. Has there been any progress with the others?"

"Some, my lady," Basch replied, still eyeing the girl. "It appears it will simply take time."

Ashe groaned in frustration. "Time is what we do not have. Every hour we delay, Dalmasca suffers."

It definitely was not lost on Ashelia how utterly stunned Gylfie looked in that moment. Almost... dazed. She didn't reach out to take the child - her child, apparently - right away, and Ashe found that odd. The baby seemed undaunted, however, patiently waiting to be acknowledged by her mother, and once she was, Ashe carefully passed her to Gylfie.

"She's alright..." she tried to reassure Gylfie. "I was not about to leave a child that young by herself, and with the way she ran up to me..." Ashe said, still wondering about the intensely protective feelings she felt towards the girl. When she was thanked, though, Ashe smiled. "You're very welcome. Oh, I think it is a good thing for girls to be adventurous. Why should the boys have all the fun, right?" She chuckled a little. "I was much the same way when I was a child, always pushing limits and testing rules around the palace. My brothers were as well, those I actually knew. She is only spirited, is all. Count it as an admirable trait."

"Oh? Landisian?" Ashelia said. "So is Basch, if you did not know." Some Landisians were very fair, as Basch was, but... not quite this fair. But she didn't know what Gylfie's mother looked like, so perhaps that could account for the look of the girl. She had so many questions and was insanely curious, but... Ashelia couldn't help but think that it was none of her business either way. Although... she couldn't shake the sense that certain characteristics of the girl looked... Dynast lineage in nature. Nevertheless, she shook her head, choosing to dismiss it in favor of Gylfie's privacy.

"We... Yes, they are, though I am not certain exactly where, at the moment. Basch is near, I just saw him not far from me, but I'm not sure where the others have gotten to. We've hit a bit of an obstacle, it seems, with trying to reach our destination within Archades proper, so we're currently trying to suss out a solution..."

While the two spoke, Myra sleepily laid her head against Gylfie's shoulder, idly playing with her Mama's dark hair while she waited to fall asleep.

[sashi-ya]

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Nsfw~ Trafalgar Law x F! Reader ~ Relaxing With Law (Before Mugiwara-ya Arrives)

tw: Possesive Law. Kinda of food play. Worshipping law as a fucking god. Oral. Face sit. Jerking off. Vag unprotected sex. Sorry for the ending, it was just so tempting, you know I love to bully my baby Law 😂

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Penguin, Bepo and Shachi were gone as they were trying to confirm if indeed Mugiwara had arrived yet in Wano. No, it’s not like Law was desperate for it, in fact, it was quite the opposite to be frank. And so, because Penguin is the one who cooks for the crew and he wasn’t there, it was your time to cook for the captain.

As Law spent his days relaxing -a so needed time for himself- under the shadow of a precarious tent, it was a pleasure for you to cook for him and spoil him a little bit, you know, to make his calming experience even better. Truth is that the way he laid on his back, one leg resting over the other with that black kimono and the fact that he actually thought nobody saw his thighs -and even further-, was a holy image you wanted to witness as much as possible…

“What can I cook for him?” you think, trying to create a gourmet menu out of a few provisions you had left. “I know he loves onigiri, but again? he must be fed up with it.”

You keep deliberating the menu, until you see some fishes -that looked hidden, but you thought Penguin had put them there so Bepo wouldn’t eat them during the night- and remember Law’s second favourite food was no other than grilled fish.

Once the scales were off, and the fire was put up, the sizzling sound of the bittersweet sauce over them and the delicious scent can be sensed all around. Law, who was still inside the tent, decided to stand up and peek his nose off to see what that delicious smell was.

“Oi, (Name)-ya… what are you doing?” he asks, scanning your movements from head to toes.

“Cooking, Captain. Since Penguin won’t be here to cook for us today, I’m taking the lead. Are you hungry?” you ask, with a sweet smile on your face while stirring some vegetables to accompany the grilled fishes.

“Oh… I see. It smells delicious, what is it?” he says, as he stands up and brushes his kimono down. You giggle, because he seems interested and frankly, spellbound by the smell of your cooking.

He comes closer and tries to see up your shoulder but you cover it up. “Ah, it’s a surprise captain! Don’t look” you joke, earning a frowning from him, yet he insists. “Come on, I wanna know” he says, putting one of his tattooed hands over your waist.

You squirm a little, was Law really touching you?

“It’s not that I’m gonna poison my captain” you tell him, picking some veggies with the chopsticks from the pan that rests over a bunch of burning logs. “Open big” you say, getting the food closer to his lips. This is not a normal thing between him and you, but still feels like Law is enjoying this silly game for now. Maybe being alone makes him feel less shy.

Law opens his mouth, waiting for the delicious preparation to land on his tongue. You softly let the veggies over it, allowing him to get the flavour to invade his senses. He still has his hand over your waist, and the very moment he starts chewing he squeezes your flesh subtly.

“Mhh, why aren’t you the one cooking for the crew? Penguin cooks well, but this is top quality” he utters, with eyes closed, savouring the food. Short of breath, you giggle. His presence feels so overwhelming, knees fighting to stand still. Having Trafalgar Law, the handsome pirate, the Surgeon of Death, your captain so close, feels both heavenly and paralyzing.

Grey, icy, steely eyes fixate on yours, and a smirk forming on his countenance blesses you. “More” he mumbles, “I want more.” You, at this point are absolutely lost, you are not sure if he indeed wants more food, or…more meanins… you?

“D-do you want m-more?” you stutter, moving back to your cooking position, fixing your eyes in the pan before you, avoiding the pressure of his gaze on you. “Yes, please? It’s really delicious and I don’t know if I could wait until it is ready…” he says and places his chin over your shoulder “I’m really hungry, and you are tempting me” he finishes it up, whispering.

That husky voice, so low and sexy, makes your stomach fall to the ground. Lightheaded by his touching, dizzy by his voice, squeezing your thighs together as the normal reaction to an intense arousal, you nod and pick up this time a piece of fish for him to eat.

He opens his mouth, still with his chin over your shoulder, feeling the warm breath next to your neck as he tastes another bite of your food. “Mhhh, please this is so delicious, (Name)-ya! Is this grilled fish? My favourite.” You giggle, trying to lower your heart beating a little because you are sure he is almost able to hear it at this point.

But also, you are sure Law is playing with you… He is testing and teasing you, and you won’t hold back if that’s the case…

“Maybe I should start helping Penguin in the kitchen when we get back to the submarine, huh?” you ask him, after reuniting the courage to speak. He looks at you with his typical side look and places his other hand on the other side of your waist. “Why? Wanna spend more time with him, hm?” he suggests, with a subtle jealous tone. “Maybe, Captain” you mumble, smirking while you keep steering the greens with your spatula.

Law, who apparently has a possessive side you’ve just discovered, seems to get a little more “intense” and violently brings your ass closer to his crotch. “You are cooking only for me from now on, and that’s an order from your captain” he whispers, close, so close to your ear. “Are you ok with it?” he asks, as if he was trying to ask something else.

“I can be your personal chef, Captain” you mumble, feeling now how hard he is turning as he gropes you from behind. “Heh…What a good subordinate I have” he says and passes his hand around your belly up until the tie of the sash that holds your kimono closed.

You widen your eyes, is he really leaving you naked in the middle of the forest where you are staying and cooking for him?

Yes.

He slides the kimono from your shoulders to the floor, exposing your nudity, making you feel a warming sensation on your lower belly that you are not really sure if it comes from the fire in front of you, or inside you.

Law bites your shoulder and snakes his arms around your waist. Arms crossed, hands hanging loosely under your belly button. “Cook for me, come on. Cook and feed me” he demands, and you accept. Finishing setting up the whole plate absolutely naked, with him attached to your back, feels surreal… but would you say no to such an experience with Trafalgar Law? of course not.

“Captain, it’s ready” you mumble, with hot cheeks. “Then let’s go and eat it” he says, letting yourself go and immediately grabbing your hand to take you to the inside of the tent. You walk like a nymph carrying an offering to a god, the subtle breeze of the spring side of Wano kisses your skin creating goosebumps as you follow him.

Once inside the opened tent, Law takes off the bordeaux cape and throws it on the ground, he then, shamelessly, flops into it. Back resting over the ground with his legs crossed and his arms under his head. He looks like the God the nymph was going to feed… and indeed, that was exactly what he wanted. And you, you too…

You kneel next to him, with the plate over your lap and slowly commands him to open his mouth. The first bite goes in, he relishes at the taste of the wonderful grilled fish. The second, and the third too. The fourth bite leaves the commissure of his lip stained, he looks at you with a smirk, pointing at the place with his index. Unsure, you take your finger, but he denies it. “Ah ah, you should clean this with your tongue”

And there you go, leaving the plate on the floor next to you, bending over to lick clean his lips. The tip of your tongue touches his mouth for the very first time, you are literally licking your captain’s lips.

Tasting the savoury flavour of your food out of him feels even more delicious, and the way he has passed his hand under your belly up until your core is killing you. “Let me taste the dessert too” he says, fingering you up and down why you remain still on all fours.

Taking his finger off you and taking it back to his mouth, he sucks it. “Ah, just as I expected. The dessert tastes even better than the main course” he utters, closing his eyes. You, out of breath, are already shaking by the bits of pleasure that he gives you and takes from you.

“Come here, come on… serve me dessert straight from the plate” he tells you, making you stand up and guiding you to sit over his face. You shyly kneel over his countenance, but you are not able to go at your own pace, oh no. Law, after biting the inside of your thighs, pulls you down making you land over his mouth.

Your palms rest over his tattooed chest, and as he eats you out slowly, he unties his own kimono. The humping movements you little by little make, slides his clothes to the sides. What a beautiful depiction of perfect human anatomy you have in front of you; his whole tensed torso, lean and muscular, tanned caramel skin inked like a work of art, pierced nipples, the prominence of his hip bones, the black happy trail from his belly button and the semi covered hard sex that twitches every time you moan while his tongue and his goatee graze against your clit.

Law’s hand reach for his hard sex, and as he now eats you out mercilessly -and you press yourself harder against him on and on- he starts jerking off, violently. His other hand rests and pinches your nipples while you ride his face and throwing your head back the immense pressure building inside your lower stomach, releases. “Fuck… fuck, fuck Law… Don’t stop…” you moan, loudly reaching climax and sure you are bathing Law’s chin in your arousal elixirs.

"Thank you, (Name)-ya, I was thirsty" he jokes as you stand up. You look at him embarrassed, still panting, with trembling legs and blushed. "S-sorry, captain" you mumble.

"Sorry? Do you think this is over? Now that you are mine, we gotta seal the deal definitely" he smirks, standing up and allowing his yukata to fall into the ground.

Face to face, he licks your lips with the tip of his tongue and you can feel his dripping dick softly slapping your entrance.

Law attacks your mouth shortly after, and like an animal in heat his kisses are feral and lustful. His fingers squeeze your cheeks as he commands for you to stick your tongue out. He sucks on it and once he is satisfied, he pushes you on your knees from your shoulders.

"You want some dessert, don't you?"

"Y-yes… Captain" you mumble, gloating at the salty precum drops now drizzling your lips.

You don't have to wait for him to tell you what to do, because his red, twitching, hard sex is as tempting as the sweetest dish.

Your cheeks stretch when you eat him up, one hand on his right hip bone, the other at the base of his dick. Up and down you jerk him off while you taste him, deep, so deep it hits your throat and makes you gag. Gags that makes Law tremble and grunt. Sometimes you look up, amazed by his expressions, the way he bites his lips and sometimes how he caresses your hair back to get it out of the way.

"(Name)-ya… I- I'm…" he stutters, unable to even speak and you are so sure he is about to cum. Avid to taste his release, you speed up your strokes as well as the way you lick his tip on and on and on.

"Ngh…no. Let me fuck you first" he painfully expresses, pulling you up and passing his arm under one of your legs to lift it up.

You allow him to do whatever he desires with your body like his own personal doll.

Dick still shiny by your saliva, grazes your clit in a sweet needy dance before penetrating you. You wine, loudly, resting your forehead on the crook of his neck, feeling how your walls take him inside without mercy.

Hips that gives you hard thrusts, hammering motion, your whole body weight resting on his arms since you have become weak by the pleasure of him fucking you.

Both about to climax, you ask again for him to never stop, and of course he never does. "Want you even deeper, Captain" you moan, lips pressed against his. "Deep? It's got to be deeper, then" he says, possessed by the need to impale you up until your stomach.

Law moans, you grunt, clenching walls to throbbing shaft, nails carved on each other's backs. Climax, ecstasy. Sweet release, warming fulfilment…

Law relaxes, while you do too tracing the lines of his tattooed heart on his chest. Legs interlocked, his soft, slender surgeon fingers trace a fine line through your spine, up and down. "What a good meal, (Name)-ya… I want you to cook for me, from now on" he lovingly says, making you smile and kiss his chest.

Everything seems so peaceful and relaxing while waiting for Mugiwara-ya to arrive that it feels like heaven… until a big explosion in the far catches your attention.

Quickly you get dressed, and soon Bepo and the guys arrive giving Law the news… Mugiwara-ya and Roronoa-ya were already in Wano creating ruckus.

"MUGIWARA-YA!!!" Law grunts and starts walking off the tent with his classic eternal stressed frown. You cover your mouth as you watch him go and Bepo run behind him shouting "Captain!!!".

But soon Law stops walking. He takes his hands to his belly, squirming and crossing his legs. He shambles himself anywhere else all of a sudden with a clear painful expression.

"What the fuck?" You ask Shachi and Bepo who were as confused as you.

"Oi, (Name)... what did you cook?" Penguin says, inspecting the fish bones over the pan.

"Grilled fish! I found the ones you were hiding from Bepo, sorry" you tell him, scratching your head because you didn't ask for permission to use those ingredients.

Bepo screams in pure distress. "NAME! THOSE… I… THOSE WERE SOME FISHES I HID FOR MYSELF… THEY ARE FROM… HERE… FROM THE CONTAMINATED RIVER!!!"

"FUCK, I DID POISONED MY CAPTAIN AFTER ALL!!!" ~

[i-did-not-mean-to]

October 11th

Cinnamon

So, this one goes out to @lordoftherazzles, @maalezzo, @middleearthpixie, @myselfandfantasy and all the other enjoyers of the Ris (and Ori specifically)

A bit of innocent family fluff :D

Words: 671

Warnings: None

Ori felt miserable; he had spent the day with his friends and despite the deep bond of love and trust they shared, he couldn’t help but feel so woefully inferior that the shame chilled him to the bone.

Fíli and Kíli were of course princes; they had indeed been born to the sister of the king in exile. Thorin forbade the term “king” for he hoped that his father was alive still, but – behind his back – people nonetheless insisted on calling him that, for they did not share his blind faith.

Moreover, they were all poor on account of being far away from their home and their riches, but there was a difference between the young dwarrows, nonetheless. 

Squirming and shimmying, Ori had tried his best to hide the worn patches on his threadbare clothes and had adamantly refused when Lady Dís had offered to pack some food for him, for later. 

It was not exactly arrogance or pride, at least – in his youthful confusion – he didn’t think it was; what held Ori back from accepting the charitable support of the king’s sister was the fear that his actions might otherwise be read as an accusation of incompetence laid at his brothers’ feet.

Despite their differences, Dori and Nori had worked themselves to the bone to make sure that Ori would want for nothing; more often than he could count, either one of them or both had gone to bed a little hungry in order to make sure that the “growing pebble” ate more than his fill.

He owed them more than his life and he loved them desperately, so he’d never risk offending or saddening them for something as inconsequential as a warm meal, no matter how delicious it would have been and with what good grace and generosity the offer had been made.

As he slunk back into their small cottage at the edge of the settlement, shoulders hunched and lips drawn in a despondent frown, Ori decided that he’d have to pretend better than that lest his brothers get worried about him having had a falling out with the princes.

“Ori, my dear boy,” Dori called from the kitchen and that was when the smell hit his younger brother like a sensory ghost: cinnamon.

It was a rare spice that had been Ori’s favourite for years; he knew neither measure nor good sense when it came to it and the pinches Nori would bring home to liven up their thin hot beverages were luxurious memories dearly cherished by the youngest of the family.

Ori crept into the kitchen and found his brother waving a tea towel at a rack of oven-warm cookies.

“I thought you might want to take some of these up to your friends, no? The weather is still fine and you could have tea in the garden?” Dori smiled broadly and handed one of the delicacies to his eager-eyed sibling. “They’re your favourites.”

Of course, Ori thought, Nori had remembered his preference and Dori had spent his day in the kitchen to make sure his baby brother would have a tasty treat to offer his friends.

No matter how dire the circumstances, generosity was a synonym for honour in this house and he had often been compared to cinnamon himself: sweet but discreetly spicy, warm and warming, comforting and homely. Ori was proud of the simile and embraced it fully; one day, he knew, he’d be someone’s cinnamon bun – just like Fíli and Kíli were treat and delight to some dams – and, at the mere thought, his cheeks warmed in anticipation.

As he briskly walked back to his friends’ house with a basket full of fresh cookies, Ori’s misery had been replaced by a deep sense of pride and joy; yes, it was for these moments of defiant triumph that he clenched his jaw and raised his chin in the face of deprivation and doubt.

His brothers did so much for him and he would do them proud, no matter the sacrifices it would take.

@fellowshipofthefics here's another one.

I am hoping you've enjoyed this! Lots of love from me ❤️‍🔥

-> Masterlist

[itcanbegoodagain]

What I would want Peeta to say and do to me if I was Katniss, is how I think this deserves to be summed up.

Word Count: 1971

Rating: 18+. Mature, but not explicit. Sexytimes after the break.

Sliding down into the tub, I allow the sweet smell of the soap to engulf me, my eyes falling shut as the warm water creeps up my skin. My aching muscles relax, the tension seeping out of them as quickly as it appeared. The first week or two of hunting in the snow is always harder than I’m anticipating it to be. But I’ll be just fine.

I know Peeta’s home when I hear his gait on the creaking, wooden stairs. Deciding to stay put, I wait for him to find me in the bathroom. He’s home a little early today. Oh, lucky wife am I.

And, truly, I am. There is no better man out there than Peeta. So when he gently knocks on the door, I smile to myself. “You can come in.” My head falls back to rest on the lip of the tub, providing me with a better vantage point to see him.

The door pushes open slowly, and Peeta steps through, shutting the door behind him. Not necessary, since we’re the only ones that live in this house. But no complaints here. Just observations.

“Hi baby,” he says, leaning back against the counter and folding his arms across his chest. There is a slight uptilt to his lips, one that usually indicates a particular line of thinking. I wonder what I’m in for.

I take this chance to stare at him, lazily moving my gaze head to toe, as I know he is sizing me up, too. I avoid the urge to shift my legs together too soon, anticipating the exquisite touch of his hands that’s sure to come.

He’s wearing his normal dark-wash trousers, a long-sleeved shirt in lieu of his usual attire. The tip of his nose is just the littlest bit red. The snow gets to bakers, too, then. Briefly, I wonder what the cold of his nose would feel like while his lips make their way up my thighs. I do know how his body feels, though, as I take in the way his shirt hugs in all the perfect places.

“Hi baby,” I repeat back softly, not wanting to raise my voice too much for fear of bursting this liminal moment we’ve created. It could go very different ways. I know which way I want it to go, and if I know anything about him, I know what he wants, too.

Neither of us moves to break eye contact. Peeta does, however, slowly peel off the counter, walking around the end of the tub to kneel on the ground next to me. His arms rise up to rest on the edge, his fingertips barely brushing the water.

We haven’t lost eye contact this entire time, so when he licks his lips and says what he does next, I am malleable. Pliable. Putty, in his hands only.

“You look very beautiful today,” he says. Normal words, predictable words, but the way he says it - the way he looks at me as he says it - mouthwatering.

Desperation. That’s the thing in my throat that won’t let any other words get out. Desperation to touch, to be touched, which I can see reflected in Peeta’s face, the slight trembling of his fingers.

“You know, these bathrooms really are too large. Look, I take up only half the tub!” I tell him.

He grins. “I have to disagree. There’s only room for one kickass woman in the tub.”

I hum. Trail my fingers, dripping warm water, through my hair. “Too bad. That kickass woman was hoping she’d have someone come join her.”

This is what really catches him. His voice, usually honey-sweet, is strained, just enough to be noticeable. “In that case, I think I might know someone.”

I take a deep breath, surveying him for another moment. “Well, tell him to come my way.”

With that in the air, he finally, finally kisses me. Kisses me with the force of someone who’s been holding back just long enough that they’re about to splinter. His fingers, the tips wet from resting in the water, find their way into my hair, his thumb tilting my head up beneath the chin. Already, he is biting and tugging at my lip with his teeth, which is one of the things he’s best at. Or maybe I just like it.

The kiss is both quenching and provoking. Yes, I finally can taste the love and lust on his lips, but it only makes me want him more. That’s how it works with us. Has since basically day one, though I was blind to it for a while.

Peeta stops for a moment, close enough that we are still sharing the same air. “How can I help you, my dear?” he asks, voice more rattled than before, as one of his hands dips into the water. His fingers find and, gently, scratch along the sensitive skin at my knee. I shiver, despite the warm water. He grins, noticing the gooseflesh that’s appeared on my skin at his mere touch.

A sharp intake of breath fills my lungs, and it takes me a moment to answer. “First, you’re in an unfair amount of clothes.”

He nods his head, pulling his arm out of the water to grab the hem of his shirt and yank it off, the cuff damp where the water had almost reached the sleeve after he rolled it up. His trousers quickly follow, though his undershorts stay on for now. “What else?”

In response, I stand up, careful not to send water pouring over the edge. Peeta stands as well, reaching over to grab a towel and stepping closer to wrap it around me. His hands pause on my shoulders, holding the towel in place around me. He raises his eyebrows. Next?

I send him the best, most flirty smile I can muster. It's never been my strong suit. Then I remove the towel, allowing him to keep it. The moment he realizes my intentions, it’s discarded to the floor, easily and gladly forgotten. In his eyes, I can tell he wants to touch me, desperately, but I make him wait just a little longer.

He makes a sound in the back of his throat, one of such need and desire, that it sends a flash of pride through me. Turning a man on is so much more fun than I ever thought it could be. It makes you feel powerful, even if it’s just one person for one moment.

But with Peeta, there are so many moments like that. He praises, he worships me, but it’s never over the top. It is always in the actions: letting me fall asleep in his lap, leaving breakfast on the table, placing kisses along my skin after I have been well and truly tumbled. Doing as much as he can to please me. Yes, indeed. I am a lucky wife.

After I’ve planted myself on the bathroom counter, the edge lining up dangerously with the part of me that is Peeta’s next destination, he is on his knees again. He begins his ministrations slowly, each brush of his fingers or lips on my skin like an electric shock. My skin is so, so sensitive, and he is so, so gentle. There’s nothing better.

By the time he reaches my knees, he has scooted closer, his shoulderblades now between my legs to give him the proper access he requires. Each touch of his mouth to my skin makes it harder not to move, but I try my best. As he nears the top of my thighs, he takes one leg and throws it over his shoulder, carelessly, I would say, if it were anyone else.

“So,” he begins, frequently pausing to occupy his mouth in less talkative ways, “there is so much time left, so many things to do.” His tongue traces a thin line up the most sensitive part of my inner thigh. I gasp, eyes falling shut, hips beginning to squirm. One of his hands pushes back on my hipbone, his fingertips pressing into the skin just hard enough to leave marks. Marks for him to see, later. Maddening. “Where shall I begin?”

I realize, maybe two seconds too late, that he is genuinely asking. “Katniss, baby,” he continues, his rough voice sounding heavenly from between my legs. “Tell me how to help.” To emphasize his point, he flips my other leg over his shoulder, effectively trapping himself between and beneath me.

I gasp again, trying to get the words out. In a moment of clarity, I’m able to string together these words: “Kiss me.”

He hums, running his hands over my hips, back and forth. “From down here?”

Smartass. “Not on my lips,” I manage.

He grins, a fiercely boyish grin that I sometimes forget he’s capable of. “I see. Well, since you asked so nicely…”

I choke out a laugh. “Right. As if you didn’t come home with it already in mind.”

He laughs too, but doesn’t allow it to linger for long. “You got me there.” He says this one moment, and the next, his face is hidden and his mouth and tongue are doing such extraordinary things, and, god, his nose -

Well. I hit the nail on the head with that one.

My fingers curl into his hair, urging him on as I push him closer. I can feel his grin, so I give a sharp tug on the hair I have in hand as recompense. This pulls another sound out of his throat, a gasp out of his mouth. Both feel lovely, situated where he is. So I continue to pull at his hair when he needs some humbling.

It's breathless, it's wonderful, it's only the beginning. I'm trembling, grateful to be sitting, as he makes his way up my body. Lingering kisses on my hips, along my stomach, up my chest. He stays at my neck for a while, paying particular attention there, surely leaving behind bruises that can easily be covered by a turtleneck in this cool weather.

--

A good chunk of time passes before I'm able to drag his lips back to mine, feeling like I might die if I don't get to kiss him right this second. He happily obliges, as he knows that he is good with his mouth. In several different regards. But who's keeping track? Certainly, certainly not me.

My hands, itching to touch his skin, smooth down his shoulders, wrapping around his back, pulling him even closer. Now, he is standing again, my legs circling his waist. Our bodies are pressed together at their most intimate places, though his undershorts are still on. Slowly, I run one of my hands down his side, making sure to take my time, before sliding the tips of my fingers below his waistband. I don't move them, I don't try to take his boxers off, I just let them rest there. Let Peeta give me this incredulous, sex-addled smirk.

"Yes?" I ask. "Is there something wrong?"

"Oh, no, nothing like that. I'm just thinking..." he trails off for a moment, leaving me to fill in the blank. "Well, you know, it's not only the tubs that are too big for one person. The showers are, too. Haven't you noticed?"

Tapping my chin, I pretend to ponder his question. "Truly? I haven't. Do you care to show me?"

He swoops in for another kiss, this one full of teeth and lips and pressure. He steals my breath away. "Gladly," he says, grinning, hauling me off the counter.

With a quick turn of the knobs, the warm spray of water begins falling from the shower head, and, truthfully, there is no way to describe what happens next. No way to describe it other than really, really good sex.

[latte-fairytaekwoon]

𝐀𝐭𝐞𝐞𝐳: 𝐑𝐨𝐮𝐠𝐡 𝐒𝐞𝐱/𝐀𝐧𝐠𝐫𝐲 (𝐑𝐚𝐭𝐞𝐝)

Warnings: NSFW content. Read at your own discretion.

❥𝓚𝓲𝓶 𝓗𝓸𝓷𝓰𝓳𝓸𝓸𝓷𝓰

Hongjoong was already frustrated. He was on a deadline to finish up a song and he was nowhere near even getting halfway. Eden had just recently scolded him and he felt extremely agitated and irritated at this point.

"Hey Joong? I brought you lunch so-"

"Just leave it on the table, I'll eat it later." He cut you off rather sharply, barely even sparing you a glance.

"I was actually thinking we could eat together." You were off put by his short temper.

"I don't have time Y/N." He huffed out, a hand running through his hair.

You were pissed at this point and were not about to take his crap anymore.

"Exactly! You don't have time for me anymore! I get your job demands a lot of your time, but to not even take a break and enjoy just 10 minutes without....these." You gestured to all the mess scattered around his desk.

Hurt about being reminded about his neglect of you yet angry at being scolded once more, Hongjoong slammed his hands on the table, swiftly pushing off the chair before going over to where you were standing and stared you down.

"All right. Fine. 10 minutes you say? I can work with that."

Without a warning, he pushed you onto the couch, making a quick work of your pants and stripping them off you. You let out a sharp cry when he began devouring your pussy, animalistic growls spilling out his lips as he slurped you up as if he'd been starved. When you tried pulling away, he landed a harsh slap on your clit, making your hips jolt up and a shriek come out.

"Shut up and take what I give you you needy desperate whore. You wanted 10 minutes? Let's see how many times I can make you cum in that time."

❥𝓟𝓪𝓻𝓴 𝓢𝓮𝓸𝓷𝓰𝓱𝔀𝓪

Hearing the front door slam, Seonghwa brace himself for yet another one of your moods after a long day at work. Wanting to help your day be less stressful, he had prepared you some of your favorites food.

"Y/N." He called out to you in a sing song tone.

Stomping over, you just looked at him with an eyebrow raised, total resting bitch face plastered on.

"I made your favorite." He happily told you, but you still didn't seem to bat an eyelash at him, you simply turned around and began walking out.

"Wait Y/N come on. Here at least try some. It'll help you with your stress-"

"Can't you take a damn hint Seonghwa?! I don't fucking want it!"

When he tried to approach you with a spoonful of food, you actually snapped and slapped it out of his hand, making it stain his perfectly polished floor. Seonghwa looked at it then looked back at you.

"You know Y/N I think I put up with your bratty attitude and bitchy behavior for too long."

You gasped sharply when he suddenly turned you around and slammed you up against the table, grabbing your arms so he could hold them behind your back.

"Maybe I've been a little too nice to you....making you baths, preparing you food, all in hopes of helping you release stress....but its clear a little bitch like you doesn't need that."

You squirmed under his grasp, trying to get free but with no use as his grip was tight on you. The sound of him unbuckling his belt made you stop moving entirely, and you shivered when pulled your skirt up before ripping your tights and pushing your underwear to the side.

"Clearly a bitch like you needs a good pounding, fuck that attitude right out of you."

❥𝓙𝓮𝓸𝓷𝓰 𝓨𝓾𝓷𝓱𝓸

You knew you were screwed the instant Yunho roughly pulled you off Mingi's lap and took you into his room, shutting the door right behind him before staring at you with fire burning through his eyes. You had never seen him so mad before.

No soon afterwards, you were currently on top of him, his hips bucking up at you at a relentless pace that had you screaming his name over and over again. His hands were practically digging into your skin, holding tightly onto you with such ferocity.

"Look at you, being so desperate for a good fuck that you'd actually try and whore yourself out to my best friend like a cheap bitch."

When one of his hands came up to grasp at your throat, you were shivering on top of him.

"Weren't you?! What! Is my cock not enough for you? My cock and these hands you love so much not satisfying you anymore? Hmm? Is that why you were all cuddled up to Mingi? Hoped he'd actually take pity and fuck you?"

You knew it wasn't your intention to make him jealous, but god if this is what jealousy did to him, you would totally do it again.

"Stupid slut. Mingi's not going to fuck you. You're just a dirty, filthy hole, he doesn't want you...."

Even after you came, you were still a crying mess as Yunho kept fucking up into you, not caring that you were beyond your limit, your inner thighs getting sore.

"But you're my little hole for me to fuck. Got it? And if I need to fuck you dumb to get it through that stupid useless brain of yours to understand that only I can make you feel this good, then so be it. I'll fuck you til you break, my little sex toy."

❥𝓚𝓪𝓷𝓰 𝓨𝓮𝓸𝓼𝓪𝓷𝓰

Yeosang was not very pleased by your behavior lately. You had been giving him the silent treatment and avoiding him for no good reason. Trying to coax what was wrong out of you, he came up behind you as you were washing dishes.

"How's my little princess? Did you have a good day?"

He was only met with you elbowing him in the rib and shoved him off you.

"Ok seriously Y/N? What did I even do? Stop being so childish and talk to me like a mature adult."

Hearing you scoff and seeing you roll your eyes at him made him furious and irritated with you. As you tried to walk past him, he grabbed your elbow and picked you up, setting you down on the kitchen counter as his eyes burned a hole through you.

"If you're going to keep acting like a brat, maybe I should just treat you like one then."

You don't know if you truly regret breaking Yeosang's patience. On the one hand, you were definitely not going to be walking straight for a week. On the other, you utterly enjoyed having your face pressed against the pillow, ass up as Yeosang was shoving his dick in and out of you, red handprints scattered across your butt cheeks and hands tied behind your back with one of his ties. Everytime you tried to hide your face in the pillow to muffle your screams, he'd yank your hair up.

"I said I wasn't having you ignore me anymore princess. Now come on, scream my name. I want this entire floor to hear your pathetic whimpers."

❥𝓒𝓱𝓸𝓲 𝓢𝓪𝓷

San looked at you with an unamused gaze.

"Repeat what you just said.....I dare you to."

He was pissed off, it was more than clear. But maybe that's what you wanted, wanted him to be as pissed as you were, even just a bit of what you were feeling. It's not that you meant to take out your jealousy on him, but seeing his co-host be extremely clingy towards him backstage and he never did anything about it made your blood boil.

"I said you're nothing more than a fucking horn dog. Probably let that skank suck your dick." You exclaimed in disgust.

The sudden slam of his hand against the wall behind you both scared and thrilled you. Looking at you with a hungry smirk, he opened the door behind you, trapping you inside a closet. In minutes, he was pressing you against the wall, his frantic grunts mixing with your whimpered cries. San would occasionally let out a sadistic laugh at how wrecked you look.

"You're right baby, I am indeed a horn dog. Absolutely love getting my dick wet and fuck a pussy all the time."

Hand reaching between your legs, he began to harshly pinch and rub at your clit, his other hand that was holding onto your hip keeping you from collapsing on the floor as your orgasm took over you.

"But get this straight: I only fuck this pussy right here. Ok? I fucking claimed this a long ass time ago and I'll fuck it whenever I want to."

❥𝓢𝓸𝓷𝓰 𝓜𝓲𝓷𝓰𝓲

Ending the call with your friend, you were coming out of the bedroom when you were suddenly shoved back inside by none other than your usually caring and sweet boyfriend, who looked angry as he closed the door behind him.

"Mingi? What-"

You couldn't finish your sentence as his large hands cupped your cheeks, his long body pushing you back until you landed on the bed. He was kissing you harshly, nothing like the usual tender and loving kisses he'd be known to give you. His hands clutched at your covered breasts, groping at them before he unexpectedly tore your shirt in the middle.

"Mingi! What has gotten into you?!" You exclaimed in shock at his sudden change in behavior.

"I heard you talking to your friend. Saying shit like I'm too soft and vanilla for you."

You moaned out when he began to suck along your neck, his hands cupping your bra and pulling it down enough to have your breasts spill out.

"Oh princess if only you knew I've just been holding back all this time."

With a taunting chuckle, he pulled of you. Undoing his zipper, he began to strip out of his jeans and briefs, letting his long cock spring free, precum leaking at the tip.

"I didn't want to be selfish and break you like I wanted too....... but if that's what you want well then, I'd be happy to oblige my little princess."

❥𝓙𝓾𝓷𝓰 𝓦𝓸𝓸𝔂𝓸𝓾𝓷𝓰

Neither of you knew how it started nor exactly how it escalated. One minute Wooyoung was being the annoying shit he was, with you playfully shoving him away and calling him names, and then the next you were both pushing each other rather abruptly. When you called him a particularly degrading insult, he retaliated likewise and now it seemed like a screaming match between you two.

"You know what? This is fucking stupid!" You hollered and turned away, making a bee line towards your room.

"I'm not done yet!" Wooyoung trailed after you.

"Well I am! Now excuse me, I'm going to go take a shower and hopefully cool off this rage." You stated firmly before slamming the bathroom door right in his face.

The refreshing water seemed to calm you down a little, so you just stood there under the shower head, just letting your body soak in the cold. You were so unaware of your surroundings that you failed to notice Wooyoung had entered the bathroom and didn't realize it until you felt his arms turn you around to face him. No explanation, he just began kissing you, his tongue taking control over your mouth while one hand hiked one of your legs over his waist.

"Still think I'm an annoying bastard?" He grunted fiercely as he thrusted up into you, not giving you time to react as he began pounding into you.

"Yes you are!" You hissed at him, hands swooping his wet hair and tugging at it rather hardly.

He just looked at you with a shit eating grin.

"Yet you still let me fuck you. "

❥𝓒𝓱𝓸𝓲 𝓙𝓸𝓷𝓰𝓱𝓸

You were frustrated and stressed out, so was Jongho. Even as you two did your own little things inside the apartment, even the smallest things either of you did made the other let out an annoyed huff. It all culminated when Jongho accidentally spilled his cup of juice on the floor, that little action had you both looking at each other with near contempt.

"I feel like punching something." Jongho confessed.

"Me too." You admitted.

"Wanna punch me?" He offered.

Smirking at him, you thought about something better.

"No.... I think I'd rather fuck you."

So now here you were, underneath your inhumanely strong boyfriend, his cock balls deep inside you, your legs thrown over his shoulders while his hands were already leaving bruises around your inner thighs from how hard he was squeezing at them. You two had already cum several times but you still kept going, pushing past your sensitivity as you both still had a lot of rage and energy to release.

In a particularly sharp angle of his hips, you were quivering under Jongho, for the first time you were actually squirting under him.

"Oh fuck!" Seeing you break down and make a mess all over him and yourself had him cumming soon after, his body collapsing on top of yours.

Both of you were beyond exhausted after all that. Your bodies were so sticky with sweat and your breathing had not yet returned to normal. Looking over at you, Jongho smiled sincerely for the first time in days.

"So.... now that we got that out of the way.... can we cuddle?"

Gifs not mine. Credit goes to their respective owners.

[angelamajiki]

[ peace treaty - kiribaku ]

AN: this is a fantasy au piece, enjoy! :)

CW: yandere, dubcon, arranged marriage, stalking, coercion, dragon/animal anatomy, fantasy au, afab terms, predator/prey dynamics, size difference, facesitting

“A mate, huh?” Katsuki chuckled as he stroked his companion’s horns, looking into the horizon thoughtfully.

“Think about it! We need hatchlings to lead the future generations of the Bakugo clan.” Eijirou pleaded with his mate. “Don't you ever miss the company of a woman? I know I do.”

Adding a woman to their pack would certainly bring its advantages. It would undoubtedly strengthen their positions as clan rulers if they were to have a wife and children to carry on both men’s legacy.

“Fine,” Katsuki conceded. “Let’s go find a mate then.”

The pair returned to their respective forms, wolf and dragon, as they began their hunt through the wild countryside for their new mate. Days of running down the mountainous forests away from their clan, they settled on resting at the edge of the woods, looking at a clearing just over a shimmering river that separated the two territories. Beyond the meadow was a small fortress surrounded by the community that they presumably controlled—a perfect place to start their search after some well-needed sleep.

Katsuki was the first to awaken from his slumber at the sound of a woman’s voice. And a heavenly voice it was, signing an alluring melody. Peaking his head over the bushes, the young prince saw the enchanting woman bathing alone in the stream. The other man had awoken as well, just as equally entranced by the naked dancing woman.

“A vixen...” Katsuki murmured, twisting to look at his mate. It was clear to both men that she was the mate they were looking for. Independent, vexing, sweet. She was perfect.

“Let’s snatch her up now while she’s distracted, ” Eijirou grumbled impatiently, eager to take her back to their den at once.

“Patience, Ei. I want her too, but now is not the moment to strike. Let's watch her a bit more; she needs to be more than a pretty face, you know that.”

Katsuki did not doubt that she wasn’t their perfect match, but he is a predator to her before he’s a man to her at this moment.

The blissfully unaware maiden that you were, you went on with bathing peacefully in the warm, summer day. Your attendants had followed you from the castle, watching from afar as they knew you valued your time alone in the stream. After some time, one of them called for you back to the castle for supper. Dried and dressed, the group of you departed from the meadow by horse as the sunset.

“So, she’s a princess, Katsuki.” Eijirou’s tail trashed with excitement. “If we marry her, we’ll get this territory too! Oh, I wonder if she likes to travel..” The red-haired man went off on a tangent about his many fantasies for you while the blonde thought deeply. This was almost too perfect; he had just the plan to corner and ensnare their lovely little prey.

The men stayed at the edge of their territory, for the time being, glad to notice that you had returned to the riverbank almost daily. Sometimes you took your handmaidens; sometimes, you came alone while they trailed back.

They learned that you liked to flip through many a book while basking in the sunlight. A library would be a perfect wedding present for you-they intended to spoil you thoroughly with the dragon’s hoard.

Five days had proven to be enough time for the men to watch you and returned to their clan to make the necessary preparations for your place as their lovely spoiled mate.

---

A fortnight later, a letter from the young prince arrived at your doorstep, addressed to your father, the king.

“An alliance? With the barbarian tribe, that’s unheard of, father. Are you sure it’s not some trick?” You doubted, finding it difficult to understand his request. The barbarian clan was...mysterious, to say the least. Living up in the mountains beyond the river, they were a solitary bunch who were ruthless and never exhibited mercy towards their foes. Not much was know about them because they simply never made alliances or held diplomacy with other clans or kingdoms.

“Perhaps they wish to make allies with the next closest kingdom, my dear.” Your father spoke quietly, his voice wavering as he avoided your eyes. “You’ll go up the mountains to discuss the terms with young Bakugo. An older gentleman like me is not suited for those kinds of traveling conditions.”

Nodding solemnly, preparations were made for your immediate departure. All of your belongings were brought to your carriage, something that struck you as rather odd. Although father did say something about the uncertainty of the amount of time you would spend with the barbarians for the sake of discussion.

With that in mind, you set off into the forest just as the sunset.

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The journey had taken nearly five days through the rain and snow, your small carriage trudging up the mountainside to the den of the barbarians. As your carriage came to a stop, two men helped you out and down, both possessing a tenderness that didn’t seem possible for them. The blond was bare-chested, even in the snow! He stood at about six feet and had a body that seemed the gods themselves sculpted it.

“Welcome to my clan, your majesty.”

His smirk was wolf-like, eyes bearing down on you like a predator who has caught his unwitting prey. “Come, let’s get you inside to warmth and comfort. I'm sure you’ve had a long journey. Eijirou here will help with your belongings and join us after you rest.”

The prince held out his arm for you to take as the red-head beside you gave a toothy grin before setting off to work. He...he was something more than a man, he had to be! Standing at well over six and a half feet, he was much more muscular than the blonde; Eijirou airs about him more than human. It was inexplicable.

Katsuki gave a gentle tug to your arm before ushering you to the massive tent that stood in the middle of the community of barbarians who looked onto you with glowing pride. What an odd bunch of people, but you couldn't very well judge them now, could you? They simply had a different culture, another way of life.

The tent seemed larger than life on the inside and was impossibly warm. It had had a large bed adorned with piles of pelts and furs near a roaring fireplace. Many bookshelves lined the walls, as well as prized kills and weaponry were displayed. Katsuki led you to a table near the warmth of the fire. How-

“Magic, princess. I am fortunate enough to possess it, as well as many of my clansmen.” Katsuki boasted, clearly prideful of his abilities. He could only hope it impressed you, which it certainly did. “It keeps us warm up here in the dead of winter, which is soon approaching. It protects us, provides for us, all of which it will do for you too.”

Your smile could hardly be contained as you gazed upon the handsome man with wonder. For you, too? Would this he be so kind as to lend you its strength while you struck a deal with them? The barbarians were indeed nothing like the fairytales you had heard about them.

“I thank you for your hospitality, Sir Bakugo. I am truly humbled to be here with you.”

“Call me Katsuki, little one. We should grow familiar with each other before our wedding.”

His wolfish smirk grew wider as he saw the look on your face. Ah, he so loved that look of feeble innocence and confusion on your expression.

“Oh, did your father not tell you?” he chuckled, taking a sip from his cup. “This is an alliance through our union. Suppose you’ll have us, of course. Otherwise, we might have to resort to other means down the mountain.”

Us? Oh, he means-

“Ei, don’t be shy and stand in the doorway. Come greet your bride properly.”

Thundering footsteps came from behind your seated form as Eijirou towered over your much smaller frame.

“Please, tell me you agree to us, my love. We've waited so long for your arrival, won't you let us have you?” A scarred but gentle hand enveloped yours as the dragon shifter kissed it tenderly. “There’s no need to be frightened; we intend to treat you like our queen and spoil you rotten with all the world’s riches. Grant us your blessing.”

How could you deny them? Your kingdom was in danger, yet these men, they lulled you into such a state of comfort and safety. Perhaps it was the magic at work?

“Please, may I think on it?” Your heart battered against your ribcage with fear and excitement. Two men, both for husbands. What a strange culture indeed.

“Only if you let us have you tonight. Give us a chance to prove our worth as not only husbands but as men to you.”

Blood rushed to your face, heating your cheeks as you felt aflame with shame, and to your horror, arousal. They are seasoned men. Indeed they’ll treat you as gently as they have been the whole time?

“O-Only if you are gentle with me. I am...inexperienced.”

That was all the approval they needed. Eijirou, still behind you, swept you up in his arms and onto the bed. Wanting to show some display of his true strength, he ripped your gown clean off your body. Whimpering, your hand flew to grip his forearm fearfully. “Gentle, please, gentle.”

Eijirou shushed you softly, placing a sweet kiss on your trembling lips, hands beginning to wander to down your sides and to your sex. Stroking your clit in small circles, the men relished in your little whines and moans.

“I think I should give you a taste, huh? I haven't eaten all day.” He purred as he dipped down to press kisses to your lips before diving in with his hot tongue, lapping your clit.

Katsuki’s searing kiss swallowed wanton moans and cries. Eijriou’s hands kept your squirming hips firmly in place, positioning you to sit on his face while the blond continued to lay passionate kisses on your lips, neck, and chest.

Teeth sunk into your neck as the prince wasted no time in marking up his newfound territory. Your cries heightened in pitch as you gripped red hair, calling out Eijirou’s name as you came from his overwhelming sucking and slurping of your juices.

“N-no more! Please, that's enough!” Whining, you began to shake when his tongue barely came to half after your cries. Panting and writhing, you peeled off his tongue and laid on the furs next to Katsuki.

“I think that’s enough for this evening; poor thing is already exhausted.” Katsuki chuckled as he dabbed the sweat off your brow and cleaned in between your legs.

“We’ll build up your stamina and be sure to stretch you gently daily.” Eijirou quipped as he took his place next to your side. Up close, you could see how different he really was. Red iridescent scales trailed on his sideburns and h

shoulders. Absentmindedly, you stroke them and wondered if there were more.

“After all, it’s customary to lose your virginity on the wedding night, so need to rush you in right now. Have you made your decision, given Ei’s stellar performance?”

Letting sleep overtake you, your head nodded gently as he rested on Eijirou’s shoulder. The hunt was over and the men could not be more happy with their choice.

[t-o-m-hollands]

Summary: You travel to meet Tom who is away filming. Since he is sharing a house with Harrison who is expected back at any second you have to make a decision; be quick - or quiet?

Pairing: Tom x female reader

Word count: 2,3 k

Warnings: Extended warnings under read more - but this is smut and strictly +18. 

Notes: This is sort of set in the same universe as The Bet just a few months later - BUT you do not have to have read that story to read this one, since there is literally zero plot in this. PWP, like truly. There isn’t even a hint of plot. A liiittle bit corny/fluffy. Also, they are both idiots, like I cannot stress this enough, they are both so dumb. 

Also I am once again staying up too late to write smut while tipsy. It is what it is. 

Extended warnings: Unprotected sex in established relationship. Little bit of stripping from Tom. Some teasing. Talk about bondage but no actual bondage in this. Spanking. Hand around throat; though no choking. Derogatory language.

You fall through the door and into each other’s arms and it would have been romantic if he had managed to catch you as you lounge at him and remain standing on his feet. As it is, you both tumble over and fall to the ground.

“Tom, for god’s sake!”

“Oh hush! At least you landed softly on my chest! I took the hard hit!”

“Babe, there’s nothing soft about your chest and we both know it”. 

But by this point his lips have been removed from yours for too long and so instead of arguing he pulls you in for a kiss, deep and raw and hungry, his hands in your hair pulling you closer towards himself; closer, closer and closer still. Your hair is loose and your lips are bitten and wet from his kisses and his jeans feel uncomfortable tight over the crotch. Your so fucking beautiful and for a moment he thinks about just fucking you right here and now; on the hard  wooden floor of the hallway, surrounded by a mess sneakers, umbrellas and Wellington boots. He’d fuck you quick and hard and fueled up on lust Or perhaps make it to the dining room table and bend you over that; your beautiful ass in the air and his fist in your hair. Or maybe up against the hall, your legs wrapped around his waist as he fucks into you.

But the threat of Harrison returning any moment feels very real indeed, even as you’re on top of him, rubbing yourself against him like a cat in heat. Groaning at what he has to do he lays his hands on the sides of your hips, making you stop your grinding. Pushing you upward you soon take the hint and stand up, pulling you with him and honestly, he was going to lead you into the bedroom - honestly, he was. But you look at him and bite your swollen lip, still wet from kisses and suddenly you’re pushed up against the wall, your lips back where they should always be; on him. 

He’s hard as a rock; has been since he picked you up at the airport. On the drive back to the house the studio has rented for him and Haz while they’re filming your hand never left his lap, just kept stroking and stroking his dick. You had offered to give him a blowjob and honestly, he’d lie if he said he wasn’t considering it. But just the thought of your mouth around his dick after months spent apart has him seeing stars. He would never have been able to concentrate on the road if that happened. That and the fact that he had been able to think about nothing else than coming inside your warm cunt for weeks now.

“We gotta be quiet babe, Haz will be back soon” he says, in between urgent kisses, his hand over your breast; playing with your nipple through the fabric. “Think you can be quick?”

“Honey, I didn’t travel for eight hours to be quick.”

“Fine, then you’ll have to be quiet” and before  you have time to respond he takes hold of your thighs and he lifts you up in the air. You fall forward, bending over his shoulder, and he slaps your ass as he walks over to the bedroom. Somewhere on the way you drop your ballerina flats but he keeps walking. You half-laugh, half-protes the entire way there, kicking your legs and ordering him to put you down. When he reaches the bed he does and you fall down on it; landing with your back against the soft mattress. 

Your gorgeous legs are spread and so much skin visible in your short jeans shorts; his white dress shirt that you have burrowed tucked into the hem. You bite your lip again and look up at him through your lashes, knowing very well the effect it has on him. 

Well, two can play that game.

Looking you right in the eye he brings his hands to the hem of his shirt and slowly lifts it, revealing the muscles underneath. Pulling it over his head he throws it on the clean ground; having taken the time yesterday to clean up the mess of the house before your visit. He kicks off his shoes and then, smiling wickedly at your wide eyes, he places his hands on his belt, slowly unfastening it.

You reach out to touch him but he reprimands you. “Nah-ah, don’t think so darling. Take off your shirt.”

To his endless surprise; you do what you're told. Unbuttoning your shirt and discarding it on the floor you smile up at him. You aren’t wearing a bra. 

“You traveled all the way here like that?” He asks in disbelief; and now it is he who wants to reach out his hands and touch you. 

“I don’t like the thought of them seeing my bra in those scanner things at the airport” you shrug. 

“So…” and he rubs his forehead, not knowing what else to do with himself “so you decided it was better to just not wear anything?”

You shrug again, unfaced. “Look, I’m not saying my logic makes sense but-”

“Seems a stretch to call it logic then, doesn’t it?”

“Tom” you whine, “I love you, but just remove your fucking pants and shove your dick in me already!”

And so he moves his hands to the zipper of his jeans, where a bulge is clear to see. Still smiling he slowly drags it down before shoving his trousers over his hips, letting them fall to the ground. Stepping out of them he kicks them to the side; leaving him just in his boxers which he swiftly removes as well. 

Standing in front of you, completely naked, as you stare at his body with fervent hunger and blazing need makes him feel almost invincible. 

“Take off your shorts” he orders and it surprises him how low and lustful his voice sounds, even to his own ears.

Again you do as he says and he stares at you as you slowly reveal more of the beautiful skin of your body. He wonders if you feel as adored when he looks at you as he does when you look at him. He hopes you do. 

You remove your underwear as well, laying back against the bed to shimmy out of them. He takes a step forward, grabs hold of your ankles as you dangle them in the air. Placing himself in between them he takes one of your uplifted legs and he kisses the soft inside of your calf. 

“Gonna tie these up one day” he says and kisses your skin again. “Tie them up and tease you for hours. Really take my time and drag it out until you’re shaking and breathless and so desperate to come all you can say is ‘please, Tom’”.

He hears how your breath picks up, and can practically sense you growing wetter. Your eyes are glossy with want already. 

Reaching down to your core he slips a finger in you with ease. He snickers. “I’ve barerly even touched you and you’re already this wet?”

Since you can’t deny it you buck your hips up for more instead. He bends down and kisses the tender skin above your ribs with an open mouth. It’s soft and sweet and in sharp contrast from the finger moving inside you; that is all rough and quick movements. 

Moving up he places his wet mouth around one of your nipples and you writhe underneath him, your legs hugging onto his waist. Sucking on the sensitive flesh, gently nippling down on it, he then blows cold air on the wet spot and you moan, bucking up against his hand; that is still moving in and out of you. 

“More” you demand in another moan, and you lift your hips up, holding yourself up by your legs around his waist, pressing yourself against him 

“This is why you should be tied up,” he says, biting your nipple again. You moan and continue to push yourself against him. 

He leans back, grabs a hold of your hips, and twists you until you fall over on your stomach. He spanks your ass, hard; one time, two times, three times, four times. Two on each side. It only has you writhing all the more underneath him. 

He squeezes the soft flesh of your ass in his hands and groans. Moving his hands over your lower back, pressing his palms in almost as if massaging you. Your body is tense, but he knows your body well, knows its because of anticipation for what’s to come. Slowly he removes his big hands from your back, instead slowly dragging his short-nailed finger up over your spine. He watches in fascination as you shower beneath him. 

While he was away filming he had bought a guitar. Had practised the instrument for hours trying to make it play him the perfect sound. But as he drags his finger up your spine again and you whimper he knows that your body is the only instrument he wants to perfect.

“Ready?” He asks.

“Yes” you say, a little breathlessly. 

And again his palm connects with your skin, the sound of skin slapping against skin loud in the empty house. Again and again and again he does it. You squirm beneath him, gasping and moaning and clasping at the sheets; pushing back against his palm, eager for more. He spanks you until your skin feels warm, so he moves his hand in soothing circles over the tender place as you breathe out a sigh. 

“Come here” he says, and his voice is gruff and tender with need for you. Pulling you up towards him until you back is pressed against his chest, your legs widely spread so your thighs are outlining his and your glistening wet cunt is pressed against his dick. 

Playing with the tip of his cock, teasing it against your entrance he whispers rasperly in your ear, “think you can be quiet?”

You look over your shoulder, meeting his eyes, and nod eagerly. 

“You sure?” he asks, continuing to tease you. “You see, Haz could come back any second now and we wouldn’t want him to hear you, would we?”

You shake your head, and god, you really must want this because you waste no time arguing with him. So he decides to reward you and slips himself into you; pulls your body even closer to yours. 

You bite your lip to hold back the moan but it slips through your lips anyway. 

He moves a hand up to your throat, places his Rolex clad wrist around it, and the other hand around your waist; guiding you up and down over his cock, as if you were bouncing in his lap. Your breasts move up and down with the movement and honestly he wishes he had more arms so that he could touch you everywhere at once. 

When another moan falls from your lips he shushes you gently in your ear, “ now, now” he warns. 

He lifts you higher up and higher up by each movement, before pressing you down harder and deeper against him 

And then you both hear it. A car driving up the driveway. 

Haz is home. 

He slams you down against him again and the ecstatic sound that leaves you is positively animalistic. He reaches for your panties, discarded on the side of the bed. Balling them up he moves it to your mouth and obligingly you open it. He shoves them in before tenderly kissing the side of your lips. Your eyes are tight shut in concentration, trying with all your might not to make a sound as you hear footsteps walking by outside. 

“Remember, quiet now” he warns, mouth pressed against your ear. 

Yet you make a deep, wanton moan and he fuck up into you even harder, grinds your hips against his until your eyes roll back in pleasure. 

“Think you like this darling” he whispers again against your ear. “Think you like the thought of maybe getting caught. Think you like knowing that this is what I’ll think of for those months we spend apart and I gotta take care of myself.” 

He pushes you up and forward, until you’re on your hands and knees for him and with one swift movement he’s inside you agains; the angle so perfect it has him seeing stars. 

“Almost made me come before I was ready there” he says and spanks your ass, though not as hard as last time. 

You're slick and wet and he can see it running down your thigh and he wants to groan in pleasure but outside he’s pretty sure Harrison is talking to the neighbor, looking for his keys. 

He pulls you up closer to him and slams into you until you're clenching around him, your skin so hot against his thighs it feels like they are on fire. He knows you love this position and its clear in your tense, arched body.

He leans down and to out of breath now to whisper he says in a hushed voice, “he’ll be inside the house soon, you gonna be quiet? Or is Haz about to find out just how slutty you are?”

Your answer is yet another moan, muffled against your panties. 

So he fucks into you; hard and fast and deep and it’s like the pleasure is everywhere; clouding his eyes from seeing clearly and stopping his lungs from breathing freely. Your toes are curled and your back is arched and it all feels so overwhelmingly and blissfully intense; so fragile and vivid and frantic it’s like neither of your body quite knows what to do with all the pleasure. Like you are both about to combust from it. 

His arms and legs are shaking with the effort and he feels sweat running down his back. But then you shake as well and he feels you convulse around him and god - it’s heaven.

It takes a while before you both return to reality. He removes your underwear from your mouth and gently kisses your lips; pulling you in close against him.

“Love you” he says and kisses the tip of your nose. “Thank you for visiting.”

[batwritings]

Okay hear me out, you are talking so someone and DreamXD gets all grumpy about it but you just tell him to relax. The reason he's with you is to learn how to blend in with other human, so he should be watching how you act. Well manz watches to closely and gets all bother. Later after you both go home or just somewhere else that's when he gets ya. He's all like “what?” as his whole goal is to get you all bothered, but he's kinda mean and he knows how much you love his voice so he uses it to his advantage.

I am so sorry I have personally put my own meaning on “fuck god”

 Friend? Never apologize for putting that spin on “fuck god”. :) Plus, you’re playing into the voice kink, how could I say no? Enjoy~!

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DreamXD huffed as he followed behind you and he knew you heard it. “Are you gonna grump the whole time Mister?” you chuckled, turning your head slightly to smile at him. The god of the SMP had reached out to you some time ago for your help in blending in more with the humans he watched over. At the time, you had questioned why he wouldn’t ask someone closer to Dream himself, like George. While XD didn’t exactly explain, you let it slide, allowing him to shadow you in a sense.

“I just don’t get why we have to meet with this person in particular,” he grumbled, picking up his step to walk beside you. 

“Sapnap’s my friend too,” you responded. You often wondered if XD and Dream shared similar emotions towards people. While you were told that they didn’t, adamantly so by the being beside you, you still couldn’t help but wonder.

“And you’re sure this interaction will help me blend in better?” He hums quietly, contemplative.

“Positive!” you answer, voice chipper and now excited. You notice your friend and one of his fiance’s in the distance and wave to them. “That’s Sapnap’s fiance Karl! You know what that is right?” When you can practically feel the eye-roll from behind his mask, you nod and lead him to the clearing.

Your interaction wasn’t meant to be long, just catching up with the two and learning about Kinoko Kingdom. You introduce them to DreamXD and you notice Sapnap narrow his eyes a bit. You assure the fiery man that he has nothing to do with Dream, that you trust the god and that he is indeed safe. The ravenette seems skeptical but moves on in conversation.

The entire time, XD is watching you carefully. Bright neon green eyes watch your every movement, listens to every word and laugh and noise that falls from your lips. He can feel his body heating up under his cloak and that’s when he chooses to speak up.

“Darling,” he coos, voice distorted and echoing. Something shoots up your spine at that, something you hope your two friends don’t notice. “Think we can go home? There’s something I need to go over with you, remember?” He wasn’t entirely lying, but even he realized it was a pretty piss-poor excuse.

You smile up at him as if to say “really?” but nod approvingly. You bid your farewells to Sapnap who takes a little longer to hug you as he’s afraid to let you go. XD doesn’t let that go unnoticed, deciding to file it away for later questions.

Once home you sigh, setting down your bag and beginning to settle back in. “Pet,” you hear him say, still awkwardly standing in your doorway. Another shiver shoots up your spine at his tone.

“Y-yeah?” you respond, heading towards your bedroom upstairs. He follows you almost dutifully after hanging his cloak at the door.

“I think I’m starting to get a better understanding of humans,” he says, voice low and seductive as he starts down the hall ahead of you. “You use words and embraces to show your affection yes? To show you care?”

You watch him sit back on your bed, legs spread for you to sit between. You do so without hesitation, something you did quite frequently with him. “Mhmm,” you respond, leaning back against his chest. “What’s with the voice big guy?”

Pale, freckled arms reach around your tummy to hold you close. They’re freezing, but not uncomfortably so. “What do you mean darling?” He answers as he his thumbs draw gentle circles on your sides, making you squirm a little in your grasp. “Don’t you like my voice? Like it when I call you nice names?”

“I-I do! I really do!” you exclaim. You shift in your spot to straddle his hips and look at him properly. Your gentle hands move his mask to the side, something he would only ever allow you to do. You were so special to him. “It’s just...”

“What, pet?” DreamXD moves his hands to your hips, clawed hands gently ghosting over slightly exposed skin. “I think it’s only fair. You got me all bothered under my cloak back there. I get to rile you up a bit too, hmm?”

The echoes and distortions grow louder as they bounce off your humble home’s walls. Only stutters slip from your lips then, leaning up against him until your lips meet, soft and gentle. You used to hate how gentle XD was with you until you let him let go once and couldn’t get anything done for the rest of the week. You knew he could break you physically and mentally all with his words and it really did something for you.

You felt his member hard against your sex and it had you gasping. It was always a bit of a marvel at how big he was, sometimes forgetting that he was a god after all. He chuckles when you gasp into his mouth, lips moving as you scramble to catch up with what he’s saying.

“What an eager little thing,” he coos, his claws tugging at your pants. “And all from my voice. Guess I should let you take me out more often hmm? I’d love to see how desperate you would get in public.”

You keen at his words, shifting yourself until you can pull of your pants and underwear. You reach to the side into your bedside table, hand barely able to keep hold of the lube once you have it. You slick up your fingers and slide one in, your hole taking your digit easily.

“That’s my sweet little thing,” your hear XD chuckle. His slid his member out of his lovely robes and you’re almost a little intimidated. Gods he’s so big, but you know he’ll be patient with you as he always is. You’re his precious human after all. “Add another finger for me darling.”

You do as he asks, knowing you’ll be stretched out in no time. One thing DreamXD became ecstatically hooked on after discovering it through you was sex. You were rarely left unfilled, the god loving how you felt around him. It wasn’t long before you felt the need to add a third digit, eagerly pumping them in and out of your hole.

“You’ll feel so good around me dear,” he huffed, smiling at you with bright eyes and sharp teeth. “My precious Y/N.”

A low whine leaves you as you quickly sit back up, pressing the head of his cock to your entrance and beginning the slow slide of him into you. You both are groaning in unison, him from the feeling of you sliding down his member and you from the almost overwhelming sensation of being so full. You watch with rapt attention at the small bulge in your stomach.

“So full,” hums, pressing a kiss to your forehead. His arms encircle you again, liking the feeling of your body pressed close to him. You wrap your arms around his neck as you slowly lift yourself off his length before sliding back down. “Just as I knew you would be.”

You’re panting just from being full of your ethereal lover, his cock pressing against all of your sensitive nerves. You know you won’t last long, you never do. XD never seems to mind, but this time he seems determined. He wants to reach that high with you. You watch his every expression as you ride him, your hole fluttering with each sweet word that gets warped and growled.

You start to notice a pattern; every time you pull just to the head of his member and clench, his breath catches. Using this to your advantage, your pace picks up, being sure to keep focused on each step as you ride him. Little gasps start to leave his throat, his words starting to fail him and eyes glossing over.

“Cum with me XD,” you whine, teetering on the edge. “Feel the pleasure of being human.” Sharp teeth bite into your shoulder, pushing you into your climax with force. You can barely register yourself being filled until you start to come down from your peak, feeling the wetness drip down your thighs.

DreamXD let’s go of your shoulder, kissing and licking at the open wound. He presses a kiss just below your ear with panting breaths. “Thank you, Y/N,” he whispers lowly. “I’m learning so much from you.”

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Jason Todd x Reader - “In The Pale Moonlight”

After a one night stand, Jason doesn’t seem to be able to get his mind off you. Desperate to get you out of his head, he hesitantly agrees to go to Wayne Enterprise with his brothers for work, as a response to scrutiny from the general public. What happens when the person he was trying to erase from his memory pops right back into his life?

Requested by anon and on Wattpad: “Can I request one where reader and one of the boys are dating but they act like they still trying to get each other so they flirt a lot and stuff even if everyone knows they’re together”/ 

“And other one where the reader is feeling herself and singing “Meet me in the pale moonlight” by Lana Del Rey in front of one of batboys and they’re like wow she cute and kiss the readeeeeeer (they’re dating and they’re teenagers)THANK YOU AND I LOVE YOU 💕” /

“haha well I have another which was that the reader is harley and Bruce's kid and she meets  batboys but jason since she knew before she left  for the first time since she was away for wayne industries business meetings”

A/N: I hope you guys don’t mind that I tweaked it a little since these requests don’t have alot of depth individually!

“I’m just here for a drink.” the girl smiled politely even though she was extremely uncomfortable. 

“I am too, can I have it with you?”

“Oh for crying out loud leave her alone, don’t be such a creep.” The man at the end of the counter groaned.

“Mind your business.” the creep gritted his teeth.

“Your disgusting aura is polluting my drink so it makes it my business.” (Y/N) watched as he stood up and walked towards the pair. Now that he was closer, the woman could see how attractive he was up close, stunning eyes, sharp jaw, tall and a streak of dyed white hair, “Fuck off will you?” 

“Who do you think you are?” 

“Sorry, I forgot a world, fuck off please.” The stranger shot the man a terrifying glare and without another word, the man studded away, like a dog with its tail between his legs. 

“Thank you mister, but if he laid a hand on me I would have sucker punched him.” 

“Mister huh?” he smirked, sitting beside her. 

“Well what’s your name then?” 

“Jason, pleasure to meet you.” 

****

“This is your place?” she hummed, fingers running through his soft hair as his lips trailed down her neck, pulling her legs around his hips.

“Mmh hmm,” 

“You rich or something?” the woman breathed out as he sucked on her skin. 

“Something like that,” he murmured, pulling away to tease her lips with his. Jason stared deeply into her eyes.

“What are you waiting for, lover boy? You brought me here.” (Y/N)’s arms hung loosely on his shoulders, occasionally touching the back of his head.

“Yes ma’am,” he smirked, hooking his hands under her legs and carrying her to his bedroom.

****

Glancing at her side to the soft breathing of the naked man beside her, she shuffled, stretching and yawning. What a night, she tried moving her legs but winced, what a night indeed. 

“Good morning princess,” his morning voice was incredibly attractive as his arm slid around her waist, pulling her flush against him.

“Mmh, good morning,” the woman squirmed in his grip as he nipped at her ear teasingly with his teeth, “what time is it?”

“You have someplace to be?” he murmured, hand caressing her naked hip.

“Yeah, I have work.”

“On a Saturday?” 

“Self employed.” 

“Nice!” 

****

A month or so later, Jason was frustratedly sitting in the meeting room, chewing on his lip in boredom as Bruce brought all of them to a meeting at Wayne Enterprise for less scrutiny from the public eye. 

“The person we will be working on for the new design is going to arrive soon so I need you all on your best behaviour.” He glared at all the boys. 

“Yeah yeah, can we just get on with it so I can leave?” The second oldest rolled his eyes. 

“Mr Wayne?” as if on queue, the person knocked on the one-way privacy film that covered every window of the room, the blurred figure waiting patiently on the other side. 

With a last scolding glance to everyone, Bruce strutted over, opening the door and smiling.

“Good morning Mr Wayne.” the woman greeted with a polite smile.

Jason’s eyes widened, and stayed that way even when he made eye contact with the girl. She responded with the same reaction, but quickly regained her composure and greeted the other boys. 

“Oh hey (Y/N),” Dick waved to his roommate, “you look great.” He flirted.

“...Um hey,” she greeted hesitantly, feeling a little uncomfortable with his usual ways in the professional setting.

“Shall we get down to business.” Bruce glared at his eldest son.

****

“You don’t have to act so grumpy.” Jason rolled his eyes as they finally arrived at their hotel in Europe after an excruciatingly long flight. 

“I’m tired, I need sleep.” Not wanting to address the elephant in the room, especially when she was this exhausted, she scurried to the bathroom to slip into comfortable pyjamas and landed right into bed, “I’m having this conversation tomorrow, good night.” 

The next day came quickly and (Y/N) opened her eyes reluctantly, wanting to melt in the comfortable double bed she was in. Discreetly, she peeked at the double bed facing her diagonally. 

The woman frowned, it was empty.

“I’m right here.” the man voiced from behind her as he exited the bathroom.

“Jason!” she screeched, “what the hell! Don’t creep up on people!” 

“Well don’t try to spy on people when they are sleeping!” he threw his damp towel to her.

“Ewwwww!” she grimaced.

“Chill, I was drying my hair with that.” he walked towards his bed, and she only now noticed that he was naked -- with a towel around his waist obviously. Steam was emitting from his skin as it glistened still.

With warm ears, she pulled the covers over her face, eyes peeking out discreetly.

“We’ve seen each other completely naked, I don’t see what the problem is, if you’re going to look, be shameless,” he moved his butt from left to right teasingly, “you can see this regularly if you want,” he chuckled.

With a sigh, she buried herself under the covers. 

“I haven’t changed my mind Jason, I’m sorry, I’m not interested in commitment at the moment.” 

She felt a weight on the bed and hesitantly took a peep out. Jason was laying on her bed, shirtless but with some underwear on.

“At least give me the benefit of the doubt for this trip.” he gave her the puppy eyes. Eying him suspiciously, she sighed.

“Alright, fine, don’t disappoint.”

****

A few months or so later into the relationship with Jason and gotten closer to his younger brothers, (Y/N) slipped on a comfortable T-shirt, watching herself in the mirror as she tidied her hair a bit and examined the hickey on her neck.

Swaying lightly from side to side to the song that was stuck in her head, she hummed softly to herself, setting out her clothes for the day.

“You don't have to give me anything

Just put your sweet kiss kiss on my lips now baby”

Walking back to the mirror, deciding on whether or not jewelry was necessary, the woman continued.

“Think about you almost all the time, all the time and-”

 “I love you so much baby,” he breathed out from the other side of the room. 

“Hmm?” she glanced in the mirror. 

“Keep singing~” 

“No,” she stuck her tongue out playfully, “are you ready?”

“Do we have to go?” Jason whined, marching up to her, slapping her ass and squeezing it before hugging her from behind, nuzzling her hair, his warm skin against her.

“Baby of course we do, we have to hide the fact that we’re together, plus they are fun, we’re all friends here.” she rubbed her butt against his hips and he bit her ear. 

“No teasing,” he whispered in her ear, turning her around and pushing her against the dresser, “or else.” 

“Or else?” the woman chuckled, “but seriously though,” her hands cupped his cheeks as he stared at her lips, “we can’t act like a couple, it’s unprofessional,” 

“Technically I don’t work at the company,” 

“And the person I’m working with is your dad.”

“Adoptive, you have nothing to worry about.”

“Just a coffee, maybe a lunch, and then we can come straight home.” 

“Mmh, okay,” he pouted, holding her tightly as she kissed his lips and pulled away. “You sing beautifully, please do it more for me.” he pouted. She chuckled, shaking her head slightly in embarrassment.

“Put a shirt on and let’s get ready, I don’t want to be late!” (Y/N) ushered, “and the sooner you’re out of here, the less anxious I’ll be that your brother unexpectedly enters his own home and sees you in it.”

When they were ready, at a somewhat reasonable time, they drove there as quickly and responsibly as possible.

“Why is your hand still on my thigh?!” (Y/N) jumped once she realised he had discreetly snaked his hand back on her thigh when he was parking the car on the side of the road, in a surprising proximity. Slapping his hand away and giving him a look, the woman slipped out of the car and walked up the stairs, ringing on the bell.

Jason scurried up beside her, slapping her butt playfully before pushing the door open. 

“Hey guys!” she grinned, not having the time to scold her boyfriend once again as she was greeted with welcoming smiles. 

“How have you been?” Dick teased, having seen her just yesterday.

After playful banter, and not-so-playful for the brothers, over a nice hot drink, a new topic came up.

“How was the party yesterday (Y/N)?” Jason inquired, knowing fully well about it but trying to seem inconspicuous, “I hope no one stole your heart, that’s for me!” … or not.

She paused, giving him an unimpressed look, reluctant to answer “It was great, and no.” 

“No what?” he smirked. Her cheeks burned, she did not like being put on the spot to lie, especially since this was incredibly unnecessary.

“No one did anything.” 

“To who-”

“This is embarrassing, we know you two are a couple,” Damian nearly gagged. 

“Huh?” (Y/N) turned to him, feeling her soul leave her body.

“How do you know?” Jason looked at him.

“It’s been a while.” Dick chuckled.

“We been knew 💅,” Tim rolled his eyes.

“Someone left someone’s underwear in an awkwardly obvious place when I came around… and you slapped her butt before you came in here, everyone saw it.” Dick explained, watching his brother.

“OH MY GOD, JASON!” 

“I didn’t- wait, how do you know that it’s her underwear???”

The eldest’s expression fell and he blushed. 

“I might have um-” 

“He accidentally came in when I was packing my bag to leave for the business meeting in France okay?” the woman spluttered. 

“You did WHAT?”

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Alright… challenge time :p (Not seriously You can slay anything)

Rigger Sadist Cassandra having fun with her rope bunny pet in a dungeon/ Play room setting.

Can be smutty, humorous or fluffy.

Combined with: Smut with Cassandra and a masochist maiden? A maiden who risks their life to get punished by a certain ravenous daughter?*Slight daddy kink added for a follower on Ao3*

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Sorry it took me so long to get some you guys some content for our beloved Cass 🥺 But I hope you all like it 😏 I know I had a lot of fun writing it 🤤

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Chilled brick against slightly bruised skin. A dull ache to your knees as you shifted from one leg to the other. You could only wonder how long she had had you there. The dense darkness of the castle dungeons - the infinite night - allowing no such time to make its way known. The faint sound of water dripping onto aged mortar as a fierce rain blew around the castle walls. Even in the blackened air between you, Cassandra’s eyes still beamed through like a beacon - a warning - a promise of everything that was coming to you. 

“I swear, morsel.. You get prettier with each passing minute that you spend on those knees of yours.”

The immaculate smirk that curled across her lips would have immediately made you drip, if you weren’t already doing so. The black rope that she had meticulously wrapped around your soft flesh firm against you as she began to circle like the prey that you were. You had known all too well that out of all of the sisters, Cassandra was the most sadistic - a trait that had scared most of the servants in the castle - but for some reason, it only seemed to excite you more. 

“A-ah.. thank you, miss.”

A desperate needy tone coated your words in the most delicious of ways. How badly you longed for her to touch you - for her to claim you. You had seen the marks she had left on others, spreading a deep heat every time your eyes had laid upon them - and when the stunning brunette told you to meet her in the dungeons after your daily work was finished, it was all you could do not to sprint your way down those steps as fast as you could. 

“I can smell how badly you want this, morsel.” 

She chuckled before you could even respond, kneeling down to look you in the eyes. A most sadistic smile painted across her perfect lips, and you couldn’t help but whimper as she grabbed you firmly by your chin and forced you to your feet. Pulling roughly on your restraints before slowly leading you back against the castle wall. The sound of metal against brick cutting through the air as she tied the ropes that bound you to the chain that adorned it - sufficiently pinning your hands to the cooled brick above you. An exquisite pain radiating throughout your body as she pulled on the restraints even harder, forcing you to cry out for her.

“Heh.. moaning for me already?” 

“Mmph… yes, miss.. ah-!” 

She chuckled again before allowing her tongue to trace over the small bite she had just gifted you, using the length of her frame to lean you further back against the wall.

“I’ve seen the way you look at my handy work, morsel. How that desperate blush spreads across those cheeks as your eyes fall from one mark to another.” 

“Y-yes, miss.” 

“One would think that you liked the prospect of me claiming you. That you long to feel my teeth deep within that soft flesh of yours.”  

You whimpered again as she wrapped her long fingers into your hair, tugging on it firmly - exposing the length of your neck to her. Every cell in your body set a blaze as the indulgent pain spread swiftly over you. You swallowed hard before answering. 

“O-one would think that, miss… because I do…” 

“Oh, I know.”

A single glance of a warning before her teeth were on you again. A deeper bite to crook of your neck, just short of breaking the skin. A sharp inhale dancing across your slightly parted lips as she bit you again, this time just a little lower. Oh, how you pulled against your restraints - longing to wrap your fingers in her hair - to pull her closer to you. Her cooled breath against your skin as she chuckled again - the sweet heat as her teeth sank in a little deeper, earning brilliant drops of crimson to seep across your flushed skin. The slightest of growls reverberating deep within her throat as she licked over them - tasting you. 

“If you’d like a safeword, now would be the time to choose it. There’s no guarantee I’ll be able to control myself otherwise.” 

“Ah-! No… no… just fucking devour me. Please.”

At the utter and desperate tone to your pleads - the absolute primality that radiated throughout the small space of the dungeons as a deep and unyielding growl forced itself from Cassandra’s body. The sheer force of her slamming you back against the wall as her teeth sank deeply into your flushed skin - harder - rougher. Sharp nails finding the soft flesh of your thighs as you felt the warmth of her tongue skate over the deep teeth marks that began to deliciously decorate your body. Moaning slightly as you felt her drink from you. 

“M-more… please.”

She growled again, eyes sharp as she pulled herself from your eager body. 

“It would do you well to be careful what you wish for when I am in such a state, morsel.”

You said it again without a second thought. “More” 

You could feel the cool air of the dungeons begin to spin around you as her teeth found you again. Each mark more delicious than the last as she utterly claimed you. A deep heat spilling over you as she pulled on your restraints yet again, tightening the rope that had bound your body even more. The multitude of sensations almost overwhelming - all encompassing - the only break from the relentless heat that threatened to overtake you being the cool air dancing off of the trickles of crimson that began to drip their way down your overly flushed skin. 

“Mmh.. I can smell how wet you are.” 

She purred the words into your skin before biting it harder than she had all night, forcing an immediate yelp from your lips.

“Mmph.. Cassandra… please.”

As soon as her name left your lips, you knew you had fucked up. The strength of her hand coming swiftly around your neck, firmly squeezing it. 

“Careful, there. Wouldn’t want to ruin the good time we’re having with such slip ups.” 

The embers in her eyes almost black, on the verge of absolute darkness as she looked you over. The thick metallic scent of your blood on her lips as she squeezed a little harder - causing sparks behind your eyes before swiftly letting go. 

“Ah.. y-yes, miss.. sorry…” 

"There are very few things I tolerate being called down here, maiden.”

The sharp undertones to her voice - the change in petname - swiftly reminding you of exactly who you were dealing with - filling your body with a deep, unyielding heat. You had heard a few of those things screamed out into the castle walls on some of your loneliest nights - with nothing more than the warmth of your hands to keep you company, you couldn’t help but imagine what Cassandra could possibly be doing to induce such delicious sounds. Sometimes they were screamed in pleasure.. others in pain. But there was always one that made you wetter than the rest when you heard it. 

“Daddy.” You half whimpered - breathy, and desperate - eyes half lidded as they locked onto hers. 

The sound that forced itself past Cassandra’s lips was guttural - primal - a growl so thunderous that it rivaled the storm that waged around the castle walls. So deep that you felt it in your knees - in your core - in your inner and utter being. The length of her body firmly against you as she forced you back against the wall once again. Eyes of absolute darkness as she breathed over you - taking in your scent. A single sweep of her tongue before her teeth were relentlessly back on you. Hot, and uncompromising - causing a fevershing heat to spill rapidly across your body. The sharpness of her teeth swiftly finding any unmarked flesh that you had left to offer. 

You gasped as her fingers traced over your thighs, nails digging in. The warmth of her mouth exploring over the rest of you as she fully, and wholly claimed you as her own. Sending the castle walls around you spinning as her fingers ghosted over your core. Forcing a desperately needy whimper to escape from your lips. You knew you were dripping for her - and you knew she could smell your sweet musk every time she made you squirm. 

“Such a tasty morsel you turned out to be.” She murmured the unexpected praise against your flushed skin, earning a swift blush to spill across your body. “How badly you must want me to touch you.”

“You... you are touching me, miss.”

You closed your eyes in preparation for the consequences that would normally follow such a quip, only to feel Cassandra’s breath cool against you as she chuckled - forcing  you to open your eyes. Golden spheres rising slowly through darkness when her eyes found yours. An utterly devious smirk to her lips as her fingers came firm around your chin. 

“Heh… very tasty, indeed.”

You swallowed hard, not daring to say another word as her eyes watched you carefully. A]look to her face that made you wonder if she were trying to decide whether she wanted to eat you or… kiss you. You were, obviously, hoping for the latter.

Her sweet scent rolling over you as she leaned in a little closer - tightening the grip on your chin while her tongue swept deliciously over the width of her mouth, cleaning the last bit of crimson from her soft skin.

“Well, morsel… looks like you’ve chosen the ‘no release’ option with your meal.” 

She chuckled at her own joke - a glimpse of a smirk across her lips before the sharp exquisite sting of her teeth found you again. A deep moan as she slid the length of two fingers deep into you - fast and merciless inside you. And oh, how she kept true to her word. Edging you relentlessly long into the midnight hours - until your exquisitely desperate juices had sufficiently soaked the chilled mortar below you. 

Xx