#and yes my drawing subject was delicious

[marvelfilth]

Professional help (18+)

Pairing: Natasha Romanoff x f!reader, Wanda Maximoff x f!reader, brief mention of Peter Quill x f!reader

Warnings: AU, gynecologist!Natasha, assistant!Wanda, smut, oral, fingering, cheating, Peter being an asshole

Summary: your boyfriend makes you see a doctor to get yourself "fixed", luckily Natasha and Wanda know exactly what to do

A/n: I'm not a doctor, so bear with me pls

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You sit in the waiting room, anxiously waiting for your name to be called. Your leg bounces rapidly against the marble tiles of the clinic, drawing the attention of other patients. You cross your legs, sanding a sheepish smile to an old lady who's been eyeing you for the last few minutes, wishing your boyfriend just stayed with you like he promised he would.

He's the one who made the appointment after all.

You sigh for a hundredths time and check your watch, debating on leaving. Peter will be disappointed, sure, perhaps even mad, but you still can't stomach the idea of admitting something so embarrassing to a stranger.

You've been dating for almost six months now, and after a lot of persuasion on his part, you've finally allowed him to take your virginity. Your jaw clenches when you remember the night. It was very romantic, sure, the wine was expensive and as old as your grandma, the food was delicious and his jokes were perfectly timed, but when it came down to it, you were both left disappointed.

Peter is attractive, sexy, and you know any girl would kill to be in your place, but when he took off his clothes and climbed on top of your naked body you couldn't feel a thing. You went to sleep unsatisfied. He went to sleep with a bruised ego and a promise of getting you right the next time.

And now you're here, ready to see a gynecologist, because there has to be something wrong with your body, there's no other explanation.

"Y/n Y/l/n?" A voice pulls you out of your head.

You look up to see a young woman, smiling down at you politely, her green eyes sparkling in the blinding lighting of the hospital.

"Yes?" You speak up hesitantly, torn between following the woman and trying to make it for the door.

Her smile turns genuine. "Follow me."

You walk behind the woman, your eyes pinned to the intricate braid, strands of brown hair clinging to her neck. You swallow, looking away. It's definitely not the time to stare at a pretty woman. She leads you to the last door down the hall, opening it and following behind you once you step in.

"Take a seat." She gestures at the chair in front of the doctors desk. You swallow nervously when you notice a gynecological chair behind a folding screen.

The woman squeezes your shoulder

"Don't be nervous. Dr. Romanoff will take good care of you," she says with conviction. For some reason it helps you relax, your shoulders dropping. "My name's Wanda," she says, "I'm Dr. Romanoff's assistant. I'll be here the whole time."

You gulp. "Like… the whole time?"

She smiles, mirth flickers in her eyes.

"Yes, the whole time." Another voice enters the conversation and you crane your neck to see the woman striding into the room to take place in the white leather chair behind the desk. "Is there a problem with that?"

She eyes you intently. You feel like it doesn't matter what your answer will be, Wanda will stay either way. And now, looking at the stern looking woman you feel like you'll need Wanda's soft reassurance. Maybe that's why she's here in the first place.

You shake your head at last, not trusting your voice not to waver.

"Good. Now tell me what's bothering you." The redhead flickers through your medical file, barely sparing you a glance.

You look at Wanda for help and she sends you an encouraging smile, her hand sliding lower down your arm. "Um…" you start, not sure how to broach the subject. "Well, you see, me and my boyfriend, we-" you swallow nervously, and Wanda takes hold of your hand, squeezing your fingers reassuringly. "We've been intimate… a few times. But it seems there's something wrong. With me, I mean." You cringe, biting your lip.

You can feel their gazes on you.

Dr. Romanoff's eyes narrow dangerously and you feel like getting up and running away.

"What do you mean by that, sweetheart?" Wanda asks, her breath fanning your ear.

You gather your courage and meet her eyes. "I can't- I can't finish." Now that you've started, the words come out easily. "I mean, it doesn't bother me, not really, but my boyfriend-"

"It doesn't bother you?" Dr. Romanoff cuts you off. You feel small under her eyes, ready to fold in on yourself.

"N-no?"

She sighs heavily and closes her eyes for a moment. You feel like a child about to get scolded.

"So you're here because your boyfriend can't make you come." The words leave her mouth the second her eyes open.

You flinch, scooting deeper into your seat. Wanda wraps her other arm around your shoulder, softly nudging you to continue.

"He- he told me he's never had that problem before, and I… well, when I tried it myself, you know…" You look at Wanda and she nods in understanding. "It didn't work either, so he must be right. Can you help me?" Your cheeks are crimson red by now, you can feel how hot your face is.

Dr. Romanoff stands up abruptly, making you flinch. She walks behind the folding screen and you can hear her fiddling with something. Wanda squeezes your shoulders reassuringly and tells you to follow her. You do so without a second thought.

"Take off your clothes," Dr. Romanoff says, settling on a rolling stool.

You gulp, folding your arms in front of your chest. "A- all of them?"

Dr. Romanoff looks like she wants to roll her eyes before stopping herself and looking at Wanda, her brow quirking. You can feel Wanda inhale sharply behind you.

"Yes, sweetheart, all of them." Her tone's urgent. "You need a thorough examination."

Dr. Romanoff smirks at that, shaking her head almost unnoticeably.

"You heard her." She nods at you.

You look around for a spot to undress, but figure it doesn't matter if they'll see you naked anyway, so you hesitantly start to undress under their scrutinizing eyes.

"Let me help." Wanda's fingers skimp over your skin as she helps you take off your bra, your nipples hardening from the cold. Dr. Romanoff's eyes dart to your pebbled skin, her lips parting slightly.

And then Wanda cups your breasts from behind you, whispering, "I'll start right now, okay?"

You can only manage a small nod.

Dr. Romanoff must've noticed the state you're in, because suddenly she's kneeling in front of you, tugging down your pants along with your underwear, humming at the sight of a string of your slick connecting to your panties.

You close your eyes in embarrassment.

She cups your face. "No need for that, angel. You're doing good."

You shudder at the tone of her voice, slurty and breathy. Having no idea on why your body is reacting this way, you lean back against Wanda, granting her more acces. She massages your breasts, kneading and tugging until you're left breathless.

Then, as quickly as she came, she pulls away and nudges you into the other woman's arms. Dr. Romanoff leads you to sit on the chair and you swallow your embarrassment when she spreads your legs and puts them on the knee rest, sliding between your legs on her rolling chair.

You look away, wincing.

"It's okay, sweetheart," Wanda whispers from your side, taking hold of your hand, "Natasha is best at what she's doing."

You breathe out.

You think her name fits her very well.

"How long does it usually take?" You ask, not daring to look away from Wanda.

Faint scraping noises sound around the room as Natasha writes something down in your chart, humming in thought. She hasn't touched you, not yet.

"Not long, usually, but you're here for a special reason, aren't you? So it's going to take a bit longer," Wanda says quietly.

You nod in understanding, finally looking down to meet Natasha's eyes. She's holding a speculum. You shudder, backing away. Wanda pins you in place with a strong grip on your shoulders.

"Please, don't. Can you use something else?" You ask. Biting down on your lip, you look at the redhead pleadingly. The last time a doctor used that thing on you, you were hurting for days.

"I don't think there's anything else I can use. I promise I'll be gentle," she tries to reassure you, but you shake your head no, gripping Wanda's hand fighter.

"Please, just use something else. There should be something else, right?" You plead.

Natasha's eyes flicker to Wanda, a silent question swimming in the emerald pools. After a tense moment she gives the younger woman a brief nod. She slides away and Wanda leaves your side, taking Natasha's place between your legs.

Dr. Romanoff takes hold of your face, gaining your attention. "My assistant needs some hands-on practice and this is a perfect occasion, since you're adamant about the speculum. You don't mind her using her fingers, do you?" She rubs your chin gently, coaxing you to agree.

You wet your lips, feeling your pussy clench in anticipation. Natasha's eyes follow your tongue, her pupils dilating. You nod your consent and Wanda wastes no time in spreading your folds open and teasing your entrance. Your hips jolt violently.

"Try to keep still, sweetheart, or we'll have to restrain you." Wanda fingers glide around your folds, barely grazing your clit and you're already drenched and gasping for air. "You're doing good so far, angel, keep it up." Wanda smiles softly, gently easing one of her fingers inside.

You bite back a moan, gripping the cushion below you with all of your strength. Natasha keeps taking notes, occasionally glancing down at your pussy and exchanging quiet words with Wanda.

Wanda's finger pumps into you at a gentle pace, hitting a soft spot deep inside of you.

You didn't even know you could feel that good.

When her finger curls you let out a loud moan. Your hand flies down to take hold of Wanda's, but it's intercepted by Natasha's, who pins you back down with surprising strength.

"You're not allowed to move, remember?" She scolds. You nod dumbly and relax in her hold. She nods in satisfaction and looks at Wanda. "One more."

Wanda obeys and slides two fingers in the next thrust, pushing down on your hips with her other hand. You try not to squirm, but your legs still shake from the way her fingers curl inside you. Your eyes begin to water as your stomach tightens, you feel like you're about to explode.

"How does that feel?" Natasha's whispers against the shell of your ear, her hair tickling your neck.

"G-good, so good," you whine, desperately clutching the chair.

"Mhm," she hums, putting her hands on either side of your breasts, rubbing the skin in soft circles. "You're taking Wanda so well, kotenok. Make me proud and hold it for me, okay?" She asks as her hands cup your breasts, pressing down on your nipples.

You don't have to ask to know what it means, you just shake your head desperately, not daring to touch her. Tears gather in the corners of your eyes, making your vision blur.

"Please, Natasha, pl- ah!" You cry out when Wanda adds another finger, stretching you out deliciously. She thrusts into you hard and fast, making your body move up on the chair. "I can't-" you bite down on your lip, pleading Natasha with your eyes. "Please, let me come."

The doctor chuckles with mirth, rolling your nipples between her defty fingers. "Stop."

Wanda pulls away immediately, making you whimper. You want to cry out, you want to tug her back, but you do none of these things, obediently laying back and waiting for Natasha's instructions.

You pussy clenches around nothing while Natasha takes her time stepping around you and taking Wanda's place, the younger woman coming to stand near your head, wiping her fingers.

"Natasha's gonna take a good look at your pussy, sweet girl, just don't move."

Dr. Romanoff's fingers slide in without any struggle, immediately making you whine and buckle your hips in her hold. She spreads her fingers inside you, opening you up even more and you feel like you're about to burst from the stretch. You moan loudly when she adds a third finger.

"Keep quiet," she says, pinching your inner thigh.

You swallow back moans as she starts circling your clit with her thumb, the added pressure sending shivers down your spine.

"Such a perfect body," Wanda murmurs, trailing her fingers down the length of your torso. "You deserve to be worshiped." She leans down and licks a long stripe from your ribs to the underside of your breast, sucking the tender skin there.

Your eyes roll to the back of your head, your fingers burying in her brown locks. She hums softly as her arm slides along your waist, holding you tight.

Natasha doesn't waste another second waiting and sets a rough pace, thrusting her finger deep and spreading them with each thrust. "Look at you, malyshka, your greedy pussy is swallowing my fingers," she smirks, bending down to kiss your inner thigh.

"Natasha!" You cry out loudly, your back arching. Lips wrap around your nipple, sucking gently, and you choke on your moan, your pussy clenching around Natasha's slender fingers.

"You're doing good, baby, so good," Wanda mumbles around the pebbled skin, "You deserve to be filled to the brim. Fuck, you'd look so pretty with both of us deep inside you, sweetheart."

Your hips buckle to meet Natasha's thrusts and this time she doesn't stop you. She curls her fingers, hitting a spot you didn't even know existed and you come, your orgasm hitting you hard as spots of white cloud your vision.

Natasha's fingers don't stop moving inside you, if anything she thrusts faster, rougher, your sensitive clit pulsing rapidly.

"We're not done until I say we're done, got it?" She leans down to wrap her lips around your bundle of nerves and sucks, fingers moving inside you with a violent pace.

Wanda releases your nipple with a wet pop and focuses her attention on your neck, teeth leaving purplish marks on the tender skin. You cry out, another orgasm fast approaching and Wanda pulls you into a bruising kiss, your moans disappearing between her full lips as Natasha licks long stripes up your slit.

"You're doing so good, baby. Fuck I want to make a mess of your pretty face, sweetheart," Wanda whines and takes hold of your hand, pushing it past the waistband of her scrubs. You follow her lead and soon your fingers disappear in her wet heat. She gasps and bends to rest her weight on you as you quickly pump your fingers inside her.

Natasha pulls away to admire the scene in front of her, fingers lazily circling your clit before she plunges four of her fingers back inside, stretching you to the brim. Your back arches as you moan loudly, clenching around slender fingers. Wanda comes with you, burrowing her face into your neck as you both come down your high, gasping for air.

Dr. Romanoff presses a kiss to your thigh before gently prying strands of hair away from your face. "We'll have to schedule a follow up appointment, kitten."

[the-scythes-pen]

Duality (Wriothesley x Reader)

A commission for a dear friend of mine with the prompt "gentleman in the streets, feral in the sheets" ♥

Warnings: fem!reader, pet names: baby girl, good girl, etc., filthy filthy smut ending with tooth-rotting fluff, I kinda went feral myself while writing this

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Wriothesley kisses the back of your hand like he worships you. Cups your cheek so gently and reverently, as if you were his queen and he, your king.

The way his eyes beheld yours made your heart flutter; the gentleness in his gaze and the smile on his lips spoke of his love for you- even as he whispered the words “I love you”, it was his expression and the way he held you while he said it that really made sure you understood he meant every word.

Truly, he was the perfect gentleman. It wasn’t uncommon for someone’s grandma or grandpa to see the two of you and remember their youth, when they were with the love of their life, and could recall that the way Wriothesley looked at you was exactly how they looked upon their own partner once upon a time. 

The question of when the two of you would get married was asked often; the old folk who would stop to comment on your fondness for eachother always wondering why it hasn’t happened yet. Of course, Wriothesley would laugh it off, immediately speaking to smoothly change the subject to draw attention away from how bright your face had gotten. 

Yes- everywhere you went, it looked like Wriothesley was the gentlest giant; so loving and sweet with you; your knight in shining armor.

Oh, if they could only see how you looked beneath Wriothesley’s large form.

The way your face scrunched up with tension and pleasure; the mewls you’d let out as his strong hips thrust into your own. 

The way Wriothesley looked at you now was nothing short of animalistic. Of ownership. 

“Gonna cum for me, pretty girl?”

You nod furiously as he continues to berate your poor pussy, feeling his breath fan over his cheek as his arms wrap around you gently.

“Then cum, sweetheart. Cum hard on my cock.”

Those dirty words send lightning to your pussy, and soon you were convulsing on his dick as he continued to rut into you; cooing about how much of a dirty slut you are for him. 

Sharp teeth would nearly pierce your flesh as the wolf growled into your neck; groaning so deeply as your tight walls clamped down hard around his member. Every movement made the bed creak; every moment you could hear the wet slaps of his body slamming so deep into you, tip spearing your cervix with every thrust.

“Gods, I…” Wriothesley’s voice was husky, breathy. “I love you so much…”

His cock twitched as he could feel his balls tighten. Every moan you had spilled for him hit him in that moment; every delicious whimper and plea you made had built him up to this- this desperate, feral beast above you. 

“‘M gonna breed you, love… Would you like that? Would you like me to breed you?”

“Wrio- please-” 

The grip he had on your hips left angry red marks on your skin; a reminder of just how much love and passion poured into his every movement.

Yes, Wriothesley fucked you like an animal. But he also fucked you like he loved you.

Every inch of his thick cock dragged against your slick walls; precum spilling from his tip as he pushed it deeper into your pussy with harsh and brutal thrusts. He smashed his lips against yours, feeling how his cock throbbed heavily within you, and he thought about how heavenly this was- like he wanted to do this every night for the rest of his life.

“Fuck, you’re so tight… just like that…”

He breathes against your lips, voice deep and rumbling as his sweat-coated forehead presses against your own. 

“Need to cum, baby- ‘M gonna cum for you, ‘kay? Gonna fill my babygirl up…”

The beast threw back his head with a guttural groan; his cock and balls twitching with release.

“P-please-!” Your desperate cry for his seed pushed his orgasm into overdrive; and suddenly every pump was spilling semen deep into your guts; pushing it farther and farther inside you with the voracity of a feral animal. He growled deeply as he filled you, hands gripping your hips so tightly that if you were lucid enough, you would be sure his hands would leave marks.

Your pussy clamped down repeatedly on his girth, milking it for every drop of essence he could spill. He lets out another low groan as he feels you tighten, your cunt made for his cock as his hips sputtered with their movements.

Oh, but he wasn’t done- not until you came too. Wriothesley was never one to leave the love of his life unsatisfied.

He grips your hips and lifts up your lower half, ensuring he can hit that spot deep inside you that made you arch your back and moan so deliciously for him- and once you were in that position, he moved one of his large hands to dexterously rub harsh, furious circles into your clit.

“Wrio-!”

You gasped sharply as your pleasure felt like it was about to burst, like you were about to burst. Wriothesley groaned again as he felt your walls flutter, and saw your face scrunch up in ecstasy.

“That's it, baby… that's it. Cum for me, cum for me, pretty girl…”

Despite his heaving chest and the way his cock ached with overstimulation, he was determined to feel you orgasm, and he picked up the pace of his thrusts once more; slamming his dick deep into you with desperation.

“I-I’m gonna- ngh-!”

You arched your back, pretty tits on display for him as he fucked you; clit swollen and pulsating with the furious beat of your heart. All while Wriothelsey coo’d at you, his voice husky and breathy as he told you how beautiful you were, how good you felt, how hot it was to watch you cum on his cock.

And soon enough, the tension inside you snapped, and a gush of fluids drowned the wolf’s dick in your release as you came. The sound of wet slapping echoed through the room as he continued to pound into you, fucking you thoroughly through your orgasm. 

“Fuck- fuck fuck fuck-!”

And suddenly, it was all too much for your lover as well- his cock twitching violently within your tightness as he came again, his face burying into the crook of your neck as he continued to pump himself into you; his dick just barely spurting leftover cum into your guts.

All too soon, it was over- the both of you panting so, so heavily as you came down from your highs. The once noisy room was reduced to just the sounds of heavy breathing; the feeling of his sweat-slicked body pressed against your own as his arms slid around you, holding you tight against him.

“Gods- you feel so fucking good… You’re amazing…”

His lips press a sloppy kiss to your skin, and you whimper in satisfaction at the sensation. He continues to place kisses upon you, his heart swelling behind his firm, broad chest as he litters marks of love across your flesh.

“I swear… It was like you were made for me.” He groans. “I love you so much…”

His lips brush the corner of your own, and you’re quick to turn your head slightly to capture him in a loving, yet lazy kiss. It’s sweet, intimate, and you can taste the saltiness of sweat, but it doesn’t matter- nothing else matters other then the way Wriothesley holds you, the way he cherishes you and loves you unconditionally.

When the kiss breaks, he buries his face in your neck again, breathing in your scent as he holds you.

“Wanna do this every day for the rest of my life…” He murmurs. “...wanna fuck you and love you every single day…”

You can’t help the way your heart flutters beneath your breast; the way his husky voice sounds so loving and sincere- you know that in this fucked out state that he means every word he says.That the way he holds you is like the way a lover would hold their soulmate.

“...Marry me.”

He murmurs into your skin, pressing another kiss to the side of your neck.

“Let me make you the happiest woman on earth.”

“Wrio…”

Your eyelids are wide open at his words, despite how exhausted you feel; and your lover pulls away from you just enough to look down at you, and you see the sincerity in his expression.

“I’m serious.”

He takes your hands off of his neck, pinning your wrists on either side of your head to the mattress.

“Let me love you for the rest of our lives. I want to see you walk down that aisle- I want to treasure you and treat you the way you deserve.”

It’s unusually silent in the room after this, as your brain scrambles to process his words… scrambles to respond to him.

“Yes.”

Without a second thought, the word tumbles from your lips. And just like that, his lips come crashing down onto yours for a passionate, heated kiss.

Because, despite how this man fucked you like a feral beast- whether it was in the sheets or in a tucked-away alleyway, he was always a gentleman to you. Always loved you with his entire being. He always valued your words, your feelings, your love… and he was sure he would cherish you for the rest of your lives.

With your hand in his, you tamed the wolf. The savage beast of the Fortress of Meropide. The man who was undisputed in all of the underworld bent a knee only to the one he loved with all his heart. 

The kiss was broken with a soft gasp, the two of you breathing heavily once more from the intensity of your love. His touch was gentle as he brushed hair from your sweat-coated forehead, and his smile was even sweeter.

“My world, my love… my everything.”

He speaks softly, nuzzling his nose against yours as his steely eyes close in bliss, savouring your warmth and touch.

Wriothesley, the Wolf of Meropide, was a lovesick fool for you. And he wouldn’t have it any other way.

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Kofi

[heizlut]

Zandik’s Whore

cw: rough sex, corruption kink(?)

tags: mean tutor!zandik, bimbo f!reader, corruption kink(?), one use of y/n (sorry 🥺), petnames: cockslut, slut, pet

nsfw under the cut

check out my masterlist here!

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Zandik sat quietly in the library completely engrossed in a book. He was trying to take his mind off the fact that he was being forced to tutor a ditzy girl like you. If he could’ve declined, he would’ve but he didn’t have a choice as he was in the top of his class and needed extra hours to add to his transcripts. You were on the verge of failing the one class you absolutely needed to pass in order to graduate. Zandik didn’t know what drove him more insane, your lack of brains or the skimpy little outfits you wore as you pranced around campus all bubbly and smiling brightly.

Soon enough, he hears the clicking of heels sound through the quiet library. He looks up to see you walking in wearing a pretty little sundress, your hair bouncing as you walked towards him with a bright smile on your face. He feels his pants tightening as he observes you but tries to push away those thoughts, offering you a cold glare.

Oblivious to his outward distaste for you, you approach him happily, “Hello! I was told you’re the one who’s going to be tutoring me. Zandik, right?” He fights the urge to roll his eyes at your cheerful attitude and closes his book, “Yes, that’s me.. unfortunately.. You must be y/n.” You nod and plop yourself down in the chair right next to him. As you do so, the subtle smell of your delicious perfume surrounds him and your bare leg brushes against his, making his cock begin to ache. “Thanks for agreeing to tutor me. All this information on ruin mechanics is really going over my head”, you pout, twirling your hair around your finger.

Seeing you pout like that only draws his attention to your plush, glossy lips. Zandik licks his own lips as he stares for a moment, then quickly clears his throat and returns to his usual cold demeanor, “It’s not like I really had a choice in the matter.. Anyways, this subject requires one to think critically. I can guide you through understanding the fundamentals, but it is ultimately up to you to retain the information.” You smile at him but then a dumb look crosses your features, “But I’m not good at retaining difficult information..”

Zandik blinks, “Well then I don’t exactly see how you’re going to pass if you can’t even retain the information I give you.” Your eyes begin to well up with tears and your bottom lip quivers slightly, “B-but if I don’t pass this subject t-then I won’t g-graduate.” Zandik lets out a disgruntled sigh, an idea forming in his head as he smirks internally, “Then I suppose I could provide you with some additional tutoring outside of our scheduled meeting times.” You give him a hopeful smile, placing your hand on his thigh, “You’d do that for me?” The feeling of your hand on his thigh almost makes him groan but he lets it get caught in his throat, “Of course, but this is only under the condition that you.. return the favor” As he says this, he reaches out and wipes the tears off your cheeks, resisting the urge to lick the saltiness of your tears off his thumb. Seeing you all pathetic in front of him, looking at him like he had hung the stars in the sky himself made him want to ruin you and that’s exactly what he’ll do.

A couple days later you find yourself in his dorm room, settled on his lap with his cock in your tight dripping pussy. Zandik has you cockwarming him, not bothering to thrust up into you unless you get the answer correct. His fingers toying with your cute little clit as he quizzes you on the composition of ruin mechanics. “And where does ruin technology come from?” Zandik asks as he continues to rub circles on your aching clit. “F-fontaine..?” You moan out. He slaps your clit harshly and growls lowly in your ear, “Wrong answer. Try again.” You cry out at the pleasurable sting, trying to move on his cock, “Mmph.. Please… Please fuck me.” His hand makes contact with your poor clit again, causing you to whimper, “Only good girls get fucked by my cock. Now try. Again. Where does ruin technology come from?” You bite your lip, desperate for some friction, and answer dumbly, “I-Inazuma?”

Zandik rolls his eyes and quickly pushes you onto your hands and knees. He pushes down on your back, causing you to arch so perfectly for him and he begins thrusting roughly into you, “What a brainless little slut. All you’re good for is taking my cock.” Your lewd moans fill the room as he pounds his thick cock in your soaked little cunt. Your eyes crossing and your tongue lolling out of your pretty little mouth. If only you knew just how incredibly dumb you looked right now. Zandik slaps your ass making you let out a pathetic whimper and he presses his chest to your back. His hot breath tickles your neck, “Once I graduate, I’m gonna make you into my pretty little assistant. My brainless little pet. All you’ll ever need to do is please me.”

You clench around his cock at his words, “Wanna be good f’you. Wanna be your good girl. Make you feel s’good…” Your words slurring together as all you can focus on is the way his thick cock hits all the right places. Zandik chuckles darkly as he bites down on your neck, releasing thick ropes of hot cum into your awaiting cunt, not caring that you haven’t cum just yet, “What a perfect cockslut you are already. All you’ll ever need is my cock, nothing else.” You whine as he pulls out of you and you feel his cum drip from your aching pussy, “Wanna cum, Zandik..” He grabs you by your hair, forcefully pulling you upright and making you look at him. You look so dazed and drunk from his cock, mouth hanging open slightly. Zandik clicks his tongue, “Now, now. Don’t be ungrateful. You’ll take what I give you.” He pinches your tongue between his fingers, pulling it to stick out slightly and he spits into your mouth then taps your cheek, “Now swallow.” You obediently swallow and he pats your head, “Good girl.”

He had you right where he wanted you, desperate and aching for his cock, his touch, his degrading words and praises. Such an obedient little thing. Why should he waste his time trying to fill your mind with information you couldn’t even comprehend when you could just be his little cockslut instead?

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a/n: hehe i like writing for dottore/zandik. if he becomes a playable character i’ll cum on the spot

[deanbrainrotwritings]

— KEEP THE LIGHTS ON

SUMMARY : using ice to match the cold weather of December, contrasting the heat of the love and praise poured into Dean. 

PAIRING : dean winchester x fem!reader

CHARACTERS : none

WARNINGS/TAGS : explicit(18+), fluff, oral sex (m. receiving), handjob, dean wearing panties, praise kink, cock worship, ice play

WORD COUNT : 2.6k

A/N : close your eyes song title. @spnkinkevents : #12daysofspnkinkmas2023 — ice play and cock worship. this was new and fun, heheh XXX

“Do they feel nice?” She asked, smiling down at him as he flushed and squirmed. He bit his lip and stared up at her through his lashes, his green eyes bright and wide, shimmering with lust. My God, he was so beautiful. 

“Yes,” he answered bashfully. 

“Calvin Klein, they’re so soft,” she grinned, leaning over him to kiss his nose. He scrunched it up cutely and gently lifted his hands to her hips. “And you thought I’d make fun of you,” she commented, shaking her head with a little smile. 

“I should buy more of these for you, then?” He asked, looking down at her half naked body. He was trying to change the subject, but she let him. She sat up and looked down at herself, hands on her breasts, she felt the soft cotton of her peach coloured bra beneath her fingertips and then nodded.

“Makes me feel pretty.” Then, she smiled wider at him and placed her hands on his bare chest. “Makes you look even prettier.” He rolled his eyes, but his cheeks were bright red, up to the tips of his ears, all the way down to the base of his neck. 

“I shouldn’t have told you this…” he trailed off, drawing circles on her hip bones with the pads of his thumbs. 

“What?” She asked dramatically, leaning forward to peck his lips. “Why not? I love you.” He kissed her automatically, keeping her flower-flavoured lips close to his. 

“Okay, yeah, I’ll give ya that,” he chuckled, sliding his hands slowly up her back, pressing her down against his body. “I’m just…” he trailed off, playing with the clasp of her bra. 

“Embarrassed by what people might think or say?” She finished for him, trailing her lips across his jaw, nibbling despite the tickling stubble. 

“Yeah,” he whispered, closing his eyes as she kissed up to his pulse point. Sucking softly, he moaned, bending his knees and rolling his up against her wet core. The sheer, pale-purple panties he wore rubbing so deliciously against the cotton of her peach underwear. 

“Well, I’m not them and they’re not here,” she told him, sitting up and sliding off his lap. “I’m gonna have to pull your panties to the side and show you that it doesn’t matter what any fuckhead thinks,” she said playfully, sliding her hands lovingly down his sides.

He laughed out loud, throwing his head back in the pillows, body shaking with laughter. She smiled down at him and laughed quietly, patiently waiting for him to come to a stop.

“I love you,” he murmured breathlessly. “Whatever it is that I show you, you just… don’t change.” 

“Why would I?” She tilted her head, reaching into a metallic bowl with melted ice. He craned his neck upwards to watch her, biting his lip as water dripped down her hands, her fingers turning red from the coldness of the ice cubes. She popped one cube into her mouth, sucking softly as he watched, swallowing as a droplet slipped down her wrist to her elbow. 

“I dunno,” he shrugged dumbly. His eyes flickered back up to her face. She stared back at him lovingly and leaned down to deposit the now-small ice cube on his stomach from her warm mouth. He inhaled softly, watching as she licked his flushed skin and pushed the ice cube with her tongue. 

She left it between his pecs and leaned upwards to kiss his neck mischievously. He shivered and squirmed, reaching upwards to clench a hand in her hair. Cold lips sucked again at the pink mark on his neck, her tongue just as cool moving back and forth against his warm skin. He moaned deeply and tugged her hair, needily guiding her cold mouth to his.

He sucked her tongue when their already parted lips met, the cold velvet of her mouth against his feverish tongue. Dean licked into her with furrowed brows, focused on tasting every inch of her—wet and lewd lips moving with hers. 

She pressed against him hard, smoothing her icy fingers up his chest. She found the ice cube again and brought them over to one of his nipples. He retracted his tongue from her mouth, gasping against her lips, but she continued to kiss him with just as much passion as he started with. 

Out of breath, he tugged her hair again, pulling her away from his lips. She allowed him to move her away and took the same ice cube from his chest, holding it to his lips. He opened his mouth so she could drop it inside and let it dissolve in his hot mouth.

“You’re so cute,” she whispered playfully, reaching up for a new ice cube. She let the cold water fall on his stomach, a little pool of liquid forming between the faint lines of his toned stomach. The water slid down his sides, onto the sheets, and tickled his skin. “Mmm, so hot,” she murmured, holding the ice tightly in one hand while she reached down to the silky panties she got him to wear.

She placed the ice cube above his belly button and his skin prickled, bumps growing on his skin so his hair stood on ends, the shiver running up his spine to his head. She rubbed her warm hand over the underwear, stroking his erect cock slowly, torturously brushing her thumb over the tip as precum dampened the sheer material. 

He fisted the sheets, breathlessly giving her control over his pleasure. She wrapped her lips around the melting ice cube resting on his stomach and released it again to kiss her way down to his pelvis with frosty lips. She mouthed over his cock, humming softly against him as he rolled his hips upwards, lips parted and brows pinched together. 

“You’re so hard, baby,” she moaned, pulling the panties he wore to the side to pull his dick out with cold fingers. With a sharp intake of breath, his eyes snapped open, meeting the smug face of his girlfriend between his legs. She blew warm air over the tip dripping precum, watching it twitch as it stood erect. “So pretty, just like the rest of you,” she smiled up at him. 

He cursed softly, biting his lip hard as she leaned forward and swirled her cold tongue around the tip and then flat up the slit. His precum against her tastebuds made her mouth water. 

“Mmm, better than cookies,” she hummed softly, licking the soft tip one last time for emphasis on how good he tasted. Her fingertips teased upwards along the shaft as she planted a kiss on the tip, then followed the same path of her fingers on the other side with her lips. 

She kissed her way back down and wrapped her fingers around the base of his cock, squeezing gently. Dean whined softly, breathing heavily now, chest rising and falling quickly while she licked the underside starting from where her hand was, up to the head. She flicked her tongue along the frenulum in soft and quick strokes. He was quick to clench his hand upwards into the pillow beneath his head, a loud moan slipping from his lips. 

She moaned softly in response to his voice, tracing the veins along his cock slowly with the tip of her tongue. Heat flooded his body and his thighs twitched as she continued to tease his hard cock with her tongue and lips. 

“Please,” he begged, staring down at her with pleading eyes. She bit her lip and laughed softly. 

“No, I wanna take my time.” She slowly moved her fist up his cock and reached over with her other hand for another ice cube. He groaned out a laugh and then whined, grasping her hips bruisingly. “Don’t you like this? I sure do, you feel amazing,” she smirked, bringing the dripping ice cube to the tip of his cock. 

Dean hissed and jerked, so she pulled back, watching him closely. 

“Fuck… That’s new,” he murmured, leaning up on his elbow to watch her hand gently stroke up and down his saliva-coated cock. 

“Good ‘new’?” She asked, then chewed on her lip, scooting closer so his thighs rested above hers. 

Dean nodded, smiling adorably. She smiled down at him and laughed, dripping cold, melted water over cock as she brought her hand up and down his cock faster. Dean moaned softly and closed his eyes, his head falling back lazily. 

“You’re so hard,” she hummed thoughtfully, but she looked more fascinated than confused. He opened his eyes to gaze at her, flustered as she licked her lips with her eyes glued to his cock—the same way she stares at her favourite desserts after he asked if she wanted some and she told him no.

“And what about it?” He sassed as he gazed up at her through those pretty lashes of his. Her brows furrowed and she looked up at him, eyes narrowed at his tone.  

“And it’s really damn hot and you’re making me so goddamned wet,” she sassed back, then brought the ice into her other hand to slowly jerk him off with it. 

“Oh, fuck!” He shouted, his body falling back into the bed as his elbow shook beneath him. He locked his claves behind her thighs, bringing her closer and keeping her in place. 

“You’re so hot, baby,” she whispered, amusement creeping up her aroused face. She reached down to cup his balls with her free hand, cold skin meeting his warmth, making his gasp in surprise.

“You’re mean,” he complained, looking at her lazily. 

“But… you like it,” she told him, raising a brow, “you’re so turned on, look at you, squirming and throbbing, hot and heavy in my hand. God, I wanna have you in my mouth so bad, my mouth is watering just imagining the taste of your fucking delicious cock and cum.” She licked her lip and abandoned his balls to reach into the bowl for another ice cube. “I want to feel you inside me.” She let the ice cube hover over the base of his cock, freezing water droplets falling and dripping over his balls. He inhaled sharply, his teeth digging into his pink lips. “I want your beautiful cock to touch me deep inside in ways my fingers never can, bringing me closer and closer to pleasure, leaving me so pathetically wet and swollen, the way only you can make me,” she murmured, staring straight into his gorgeous green eyes. Then, she brought the ice cube down to his perineum, drawing out a long, deep growl that vibrated arousingly through his body. “Until I cum real damn hard I nearly pass out from how good you make me feel and soak you with my orgasm.” His eyes darkened and he pressed against the back of her thighs with his calves so she’d fall into his chest. 

He cupped her jaw and brought her in for a heated kiss, his tongue hungrily separating her soft lips to enter her mouth. She smiled into the kiss and released his cock. Wet, wintry hands moved up his body while his warm ones moved to her back, his adept fingers unclasping her bra. 

She brushed her cold fingertips over one of his nipples and used the ice cube to teasingly circle the other. He moaned into her mouth, pulling away to breath against her wet lips, but he kept her in place with his fingers tangled in her hair. His free hand dragged the straps of her bra all the way off, forcing her hands away from his chest as he shuddered from the cold.

“What do you want?” She whispered, throwing her bra carelessly to the side and lifted the ice to smear the melting water over his mouth. “I want to make you feel good, Dean, tell me how you want it. My hands, my mouth, my pussy…” She suggested, dipping her fingers into his mouth, ice and all. He released her hair and dropped his hands to her waist, cold fingers making her shudder. “Should I decide for you?” She asked teasingly, watching his tempting mouth as he sucked her fingers and the ice. “I wanna taste you so bad, wanna feel how good you feel in my mouth. But… I also wanna keep touching you and watch your cum drip over my fingers. But, there’s also having you inside me, the stretch of your cock, feeling the way it touches places inside me that drive me insane…”

“Fuck, sweetheart,” he groaned, mouth stuffed with her two fingers and the ice cube. 

“I love everything about your cock,” she murmured, pulling her fingers out of his mouth. While he finished off the ice cube, she reached down into her underwear and teased her swollen clit with her cool, soaked fingers. She bit her lip as she watched him, her eyes heavy with lust, brows furrowed in concentration. 

Once the ice melted in his mouth completely, he took advantage of her distracted state to flip her over onto her back. She yelped and pulled her hand out of her underwear to cling to him. 

“Take this all off, babe, I wanna be inside you,” he growled. He didn’t even wait for her to start, he just grabbed her knees impatiently and bent them, pushing them together and to the side so he could slip her underwear off swiftly. 

He glanced up at the steel bowl and reached inside to take a couple of ice cubes. Like she’d don’t earlier, he scooted forward so her thighs moved over his thighs, opening her legs to him. 

“Wow, all that really did get you wet,” he chuckled, placing one ice cube on her pelvic bone. The arctic-like water trickled down to her folds and over her pulsing clit. She gasped and shuddered, nipples becoming hard before he even put his cold mouth and fingers over them.

“Why are you surprised?” She asked breathlessly, digging her fingers into his hair. “Like it’s not always like that with you…” she arched her back, her hips moving impatiently, causing the ice to slide across her skin. 

“Dunno,” Dean mumbled against her breast, moaning as she gently scraped his scalp with her fingernails. He sucked softly and then let her nipple go, but continued to pinch the other, rolling it between his fingers. “Let me act shocked, okay? Please, it’s… real sexy.”

She laughed and roughly tugged on the strands of his hair for the fun of it. His little moan made her needier. 

“You keeping the panties on?” She asked, reaching down to wrap her hand around his cock again. On purpose, she made sure to angle his dick towards where the frigid ice was, and he released a long, grunted curse. His hips stuttered, in between wanting to feel the contrast of temperature against his hot cock and wanting to get far away from it. 

“I just wanna… fuck you… that, um.. okay?” He panted against her parted lips as she tugged at his cock unhurriedly. His words excited her, making her stomach clench and his breath, the brush of his lips against hers, it all made her dizzy, drunk with arousal. 

“Whatever you want, Dean.” 

“I dunno, I’m pretty weird, babe,” he laughed softly, a hint of insecurity in his lopsided smile. 

“Have you met me?” She challenged, bringing his cock down to her pussy, using the tip to separate her weeping folds and tease her clit. Her breath hitched and she picked up the pace of her strokes, letting each tug press his cock against her clit.

“Babe,” he gasped, pressing his forehead against hers, and screwed his eyes shut. Her lips found his in a long, loving kiss. He dropped his body lower, gripping the pillow beneath her head, and bucked his hips into her hand. 

“Fuck me, Dean… I want all of you. Every glorious inch.”

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Caught in Honey

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Am I feral over these men? Yes. Feral enough to write a fic in the most disgusting PoV? Also yes. Here are the warnings; more to come as I add chapters. Basically, the premise is you and John are together, you used to be with Simon, but you don't know Simon is one of John's subordinates. Filth and fun ensue.

The keys jangle deafeningly in your lock, hurting the ears that had been subject to the endless pitiful howls of a golden retriever who’d been spayed today.  That on top of the grimy sensation on your hands from your last three appointments of the day being crusty, old, white dogs with crocodile tear stains.  Despite your exhaustion as you tumble through your doorway, you notice your elderly cat is not in his typical post on the keys table by the front door.  Notice that something in your renovated penthouse apartment is… off.

Slipping off your shoes, you quietly pull out the flashlight taser your boyfriend had gifted you a mere month after you started dating.  When you protested, you live in the suburbs for goodness’ sake, he’d replied in that deliciously gravely accent of his, It’s this or I assign a military escort when I’m away, love.  So, you’d taken it, rolling your eyes because you knew you’d never be able to win against him on this particular subject.  This was the first time you’ve ever reached for it.

Tiptoeing down the entry hall to your open floor plan kitchen and living space, you frown as you spot steaming pots on your stove, your cat happily sat at his filled food dish, munching away.  Unbothered furball.

You nearly scream as huge arms ensnare your waist, bag falling to the floor as you’re lifted from the ground.

But then a rough beard, familiar and ticklish, scratches along the shell of your ear.  Your stomach flipping over itself.

“Got you,” comes the familiar growl.

“John!” you nearly squeal, wiggling until he sets you on your feet so you can turn.  The moment you do, his lips are on yours, consuming your entire reality.  Molten heat pouring from this bear of a man into mouth, invading your veins, melting you into his arms.  Your heart immediately skips a beat, galloping faster as you feel the heady crush of his arms around you.  Snaking your arms around his neck, you let yourself dissolve, a welcome end to a long, grating day.  Between breaths, on swollen lips, you whisper, “You didn’t tell me you were back.  I would’ve made you something–”

“None o’ that, love.  ‘S my job to take care o’ ya,” he grumbles, chasing your lips for more.  More heat, more fire.

Still, the guilt twists in your tummy.  Yes, you’ve just finished your fourth of four ten hour shifts this week, but John… he’s in far more danger than you could ever imagine, risking his life on adrenal squeezing, back breaking missions.  Only to come home and cook you dinner… feed you cat .

“But–” you murmur, setting the flashlight on your counter so you can fist the soft cotton of his dark t-shirt.  He’s freshly showered too, smelling of moss, tonka and sandalwood.  The scent slides shackles around your wrists, drawing your arms tightly against his shoulders.

“Hush,” John commands, greedy bear paws sliding beneath your scrub bottoms, slipping them down the round curve of your ass.  “Just lemme feel ya.”  

You shiver as those huge palms close over the globes of your asscheeks, forcing you to your tiptoes.  Grinding your pelvis into his.  Where a delicious heat is already building.  In the end, there is no winning against John in a contest of chivalry.  Dogmatic devotion that had nearly frightened you away in the beginning. He’d shocked you early with that, staunchly refusing to let you open a single door, showering you with affection both verbal and physical, keeping you tucked beneath his shoulder on the inside of the sidewalk.  Small things.  Innocuous things.  Things you’ve never even thought of before as you made your own way in life.  Not until John.  Not until your ex…

But you shut that thought out immediately.  You weren’t together for a reason.  And John, sneaky little shit, had made himself a fixture of your life.  In the betweens of his deployments.  Even during–with bouquets of flowers delivered to your door or your hospital.  Your favorite meals delivered much the same.  Little texts when he could, pictures and videos that always had your hand sliding between your legs.

“Fuck, swee’art,” he groans against your mouth, walking you against the edge of your counter.  “Missed you so much.”  

He shoves your scrub bottoms down your legs, nipping at the corner of your mouth as he leans his weight into you.  Arching your spine with a large palm splayed along your lower back.  John is an extremely tactile man–and you discovered you were too.  John always shoved hands beneath clothing, not to initiate anything (sometimes) but just to soak in the skin to skin warmth.  You voice absolutely no complaints as his palms eat up your skin, coursing from the joint of your thighs and ass, up under your scrub top to scratch along your ribs, thumbs bullying beneath the wiring of your bra to graze the underside of your breasts.

You release a heavy breath, fingernails digging into his shoulders, bones already trembling as your body begins to remember the outline of him.  The weight of his muscles against you.  His intoxicating scent writhing in your nose.  The scrape of his calloused fingers along your skin.

“Missed you,” you mumble into his hairline as he mouths along your chin, his teeth drawn to your throat like a magnet.  Eagerly replacing the marks he’d left on you before this deployment.  Staining you anew as his own masterpiece.  His groan is rapacious, blasted heat scorching your tender skin.  “Let me clean up, first, baby.  I’m–”

“Don’t care.”  Fuck, his thick as molasses accent might as well be glomming onto your body, trapping in honey as the achiness in your muscles bubbles to the surface.  Your silly brain, now hardwired– trained , smarmy bastard–into relaxing, turning off.  His teeth are sharp and thrilling as razor blades against your throat, eagerly waiting for you to cut yourself on them.  “It’s your Friday, yeah?”

God, how you’ve missed his voice, how his hands cup your waist, your generous hips and drag you where he pleases.  Those torturous hands bully under your scrub top, clearing a path for hungry palms and bruising fingers.  You’ve missed those handprints too, painted along your body, a reminder of his strength, his passion, his protection.  Mindlessly, you nod, your gut knotting as he hoists your ass onto the cool counter without even a shred of effort.  If you really tried, if you truly wanted to, you’d never be able to escape him.  His job is his body, and he does it so fucking well.

“My sweet girl’s tired, then.  Working that pretty brain all week.  You deserve a li’l break, don’t you?” he cajoles, luring a wounded, beaten animal into his trap with the sweetest honey.  You go all too willingly.  Even as your cheeks heat in embarrassment, the admittance to your exhaustion, the weakness.   But there’s a reason John is the captain of his unit—perspicacious eyes stripping anyone and everyone to the bone within minutes of meeting.  You’d been no different.  And his idolatrous words cut straight through any walls your ex had forced you to raise, like the months you’d spent building them, fortifying them, were naught but air between you.

Your blurred thoughts shake away as John’s thick fingers suddenly close around your chin, fingertips pressing into your cheeks.  Puckering your pretty lips.  His enthralling jewel blue eyes are lidded and smug, a dangerously sharp edge glinting beneath.

“ Don’t you.”

John has made it his mission to carve self-compassion into your muscle and sinew.  Just as you had made it yours to him.  But it was hard .  After years of driving and driving and driving yourself into the ground.  Just one more semester, just one more class, just one more test, just one more year and you did it .  But at what cost to yourself?  Years of putting yourself aside in pursuit of your dream, it left crippled habits and cruel voices in your head.  Your ex—he’d started to heal the long-callused burns, help you lay your own foundation beneath the heavy weight of your life’s work.

But then it ended…

“Get ou’a your head,” John all but growls, tearing your focus violently back to him.  “You know the deal, love.  When I’m here, I get your attention, mm?”  Releasing your trembling breath, you nod, chin dipping into his warm palm.  Broken down all too easy after your exhausting week, clearing the path for your usually managed anxiety.  John knew that.  He knows everything .  “Now answer my question.”

You nod, a jittery hollowness bleeding through your limbs, leaving achy exhaustion in its wake.

John dips his mouth against yours, plush lips just touching as he teases you with a kiss.  “Words.”

“I do,” you plead, eyes stinging as he gazes sternly (fondly) down at you.

“Mmm, good girl.”

Those two words kick a moan from your chest, has your fingers clenching on the lip of the counter as John releases your chin.  Only to brutally rip your scrub top off, revealing your ugly, old-reliable bra.  You flush, staring down at the ratty thing.

“I would’ve worn something else if–”

“Swee’art,” John soothes, swiping greedy hands up your ribs, eclipsing your breasts in his eager grip.  You hum, both an acknowledgement and a barrier to the whimper threatening to spill over your lips.  Your breasts have been terribly sore this week.  And John begins kneading them with a force that has your knees shaking around his waist.  “Be quiet.  Let me enjoy my girl.”

Your jaw goes slack, already shivering as John hikes your knees over his shoulder, scrub pants tossed away, using one hand to flatten you against the counter before the other tugs the gusset of your panties away.  You jump as his breath fans your wet pussy, true slick only beginning to drip from your entrance.  You can’t help but cry out as his chapped lips seal against your clit, and you need to sink your fingers into his thick hair, grown out and shaggy after months away but your hands are dirty.  Never truly feeling clean from a day in your hospital until you shower. 

But when John wants something, there's no waiting, no denying. And fuck, doesn’t it make your eyes roll?  The long drag of his tongue up your slit sure does, hands curling around the counter’s edge as an anchor.

“Fuck, John,” you moan, lids closing as he settles his broad shoulder between your thighs.

“Looks like my pussy missed me too, eh?” He snarls smugly against you, laying a sloppy, wet kiss against your clit.  “Poor thing, already weepin’ f’me.” 

You gasp as he slides one finger into you, burying to the first knuckle. Not enough.   Not nearly enough after all you’ve had has been your fingers and the little bullet vibrator you managed to save when John pillaged your toy stash.  You don’t need toys when you have me.   Honestly?  You’d laughed in his face, but had been curious if he could live up to the statement.  Well, toys don’t live up to the thorough fuckings John carves into your body.

You whimper, eyes caught on the ravenous glint in John’s gaze as he watches his finger sink deeper. Groaning as you clamp down on the invasion. “Relax f’me, darlin’.”

Your soft, dripping walls tighten despite his command as his finger bottoms out. Curling into the spot you can never quite tease as well as him. Into the spot that has your thighs quivering, your elbows giving out fully and your back hits cool countertop.  One finger, one damned finger he rubs in maddening circles over that gummy, delicious spot inside you.  One finger is all it takes to have you shuddering with the bleeding of your tension.  Giving in.

You sigh, a knot in your spine uncoiling as you fully set the weight of your legs on his shoulders.  It is bizarre, what little things your brain filters out, like tension, until you feel it blissfully drain away.

“There she is,” John coos against your scorching heat, wetly sucking on your swollen bud like it’s his own personal sweet.  You moan through your nose, hips shifting as he begins to pump that single digit in and out.  You can feel the drag of every single callus on that finger. Too skilled and dexterous for his own good.  The slick trickling out of you soaks your panties, dampens your thighs. “Just lay back, swee'art. Lemme take care o’ ya.”

And so he does. In a sloppy, salacious mess. He stretches you on a second finger too soon, hips bucking into his mouth as he swirls his tongue around your clit before sucking the throbbing pearl into his mouth. The sting of stretching on him too soon merely sharpens the pleasure pooling behind your navel.  You scream when he nibbles down, nose buried in the soft flesh of your mons.  His other hand digs into the fat of your thigh, bruising and stalwart, ceasing any retreat.  You can feel his beard scraping at the sensitive skin of your inner thighs, the friction burning as it shoots straight into your core.  His puffs of breath in between rude slurping and squelching fan like fire over your skin, draggin you further from coherent thought.

Your abdominals flex, his fingers petting your walls in a ploy to soothe the throbbing of your pretty little pussy.  But he merely makes you gasp, flinching as a sharp pulse of pleasure rips through you.

“John,” you moan quietly, breasts aching inside your bra, demanding he just rip the confining thing from your body.

 Sliding in a third finger, the silver-tongued bastard presses his other palm flat over your mons and lower belly, heavy and insistent as though he can make the fingers inside you touch his palm outside.  It makes you groan, arching off the counter though his stony hand keeps you pinned.  You feel so stuffed full, you can almost swear his fingers toy with the gummy tip of your cervix.  Your pretty lips part around the choked out moan John rips from you with a sudden, harsh thrust straight into your cute little womb.

Every time.  Every time your body forgets what it feels like to be fucked by this man.  Every time John carves himself a niche anew deep inside your body.  Fuck, this is only his fingers?

John laves your sopping cunt with his tongue, filthy wet sounds echoing in your ears as he sucks your clit back into his mouth.  Sucking with obscene fervor.  The scrape of teeth has you bucking into his mouth again, and he lets out a rock deep groan, vibrating straight into your core.

“Tha’s it, swee’art,” he purrs against the pulsing skin between your legs, the praise vining through your limbs, scraping delicious quivers against your bones.  “Get ya nice and loose before I split you on my cock.”

“ John ,” you whine, fingernails bending as you press them into the stone countertop.  Heat caresses your cheeks, those depthless eyes snapping up to meet yours.

“Tha’ what you want, sweet girl?” He seats his fingers deep, massaging gyres into your heat.  His smirk is almost mean, mocking sympathy at you as your thighs tremor around his head.  He seats his lips against your clit—a threat as he starts finger fucking you without mercy.  Fast, squelching, your arousal coating the inside of your thighs, dripping down the sensitive skin between your arse cheeks.  

“Gonna give daddy an orgasm?” he croons before dragging the broad length of his tongue over your clit.  Your thighs twitch inward, your stomach pulling tighter and tighter.  John doesn’t stop watching you, your face for the slightest twitch for him to exploit.  You grit your teeth, tears gathering on your lashes as a half-scream leaks past your lips—the pressure, the heat, the intensity of John on you after so long almost fucking painful.  Brows knit together, all that pours from your mouth are beseeching moans, whines as his tongue moves from stroking to circling.  Depressing the bundle of nerves as he swipes it around your slick core.

“Oh fuck,” you whimper, finally breaking as you viciously curl a hand in the collar of his shirt.  Wanting to pull him closer, push him away but you’re stuck.  Frozen and at his mercy.  “Fuck, please.”

John listens, mouth sealing against your clit as his fingers brutally stretch you, pounding into you as your  arousal pools embarrassingly in his palm, drips to the floor.  But his eyes merely darken, lids falling to half mast as he moans against you, feeling how your thighs close, tense and shaking.  Your mouth falls open in a silent scream, face pinched as that coil snakes tighter and tighter.  Painful and pressurized and you’re afraid you’ll crack apart once it releases.  Fuck, you’re already twitching, shuddering as the thunder gathers.  Claps with a deafening bang, lightning striking your blood as one last thrust you feel through your entire body ignites the storm.

Your voice chokes in your throat, body curling off the counter, nails digging bloody strips into John’s shoulder as you break apart.  The lightning grips you, John only making it worse as he works you through it, enraptured by the devastated visage you paint above him.  He could die a happy man right here, your voice finally breaking free with a wretched scream, tears tracking down your cheeks as shocks ripple your body.

You can feel your release gush against John’s beard, filthy and wet, the knowledge of how pathetic you became in mere minutes adding a sweet burn to the pleasure.  Clawing air into your lungs, you whine—sob—his name, your body belonging entirely to another being as it shudders, shatters with your stupefying release.  Your abdominals clench, muscles contracted and shaking to the point of ache , stealing more and more of your air.

Finally, finally , your orgasm releases you and you collapse back onto the counter, heaving miserable little whines on every breath.  John keeps his fingers stuffed inside you, his tongue turned supplicant and languid as he licks the last of your pleasure from you.  Licks until you're keening, pawing at his cheek, asking the man to take pity on you.  He does, eventually.  Rising from his knees and gently lowering your useless legs away from his shoulders.  

John presses down over you, letting you feel his sturdy weight as his mouth captures yours in a sloppy, heated, open-mouthed kiss.  You’re too weak to do much more than breath in his scent as he steals two, three, ten more kisses from you.  As though he is starved of your touch, needing to take in as much as he can as though you’ll disappear.

When he pulls back, you’re sluggish, eyes barely open as you pant like a dog in heat.  The man might as well have sucked the last of your energy out.  He sees this, and your belly warms in a calm, safe sort of way as he smiles down at you.  Entirely besotted, entranced, enchanted with the sleepy, fucked out look on your face.

“Let’s get you cleaned up, mm?”

Drop a comment or follow the Ao3 link and tell me what you think! I'm really interested in getting feedback on my first 2nd person PoV piece ever.

[filthymunson]

Some Like It Rough.

Boyfriend!Eddie. Roommate! Steve. Mature content. 18+. Smoking weed/high sex. Oral (fem receiving). Mentions of drug use, threesome. Dirty talk, pussy slapping, light choking, (minor) breeding kink. M/F/M. Begging. Domination. (Fem) switch. Dungeon master/sir use.

Word count - 4.2k.

“Eddie,” giggling softly as your boyfriend playfully pretends to be playing air guitar, standing on your shared bed as he dramatically whips his hair. “What do you think babe? I think I could give all the rockstars out there a run for their money,” dropping his body next to yours, the town “freak” gazes at you curiously, before turning his attention to the slow burning joint resting in his ash tray. “Want another one babe?” speaking before taking a drag, and letting the smoke leave his mouth in rings, before turning back to you. Handing you the lit joint, Eddie rests his head back against the wall, and focuses on you as you smoke. Letting his curious brown eyes run over your body as your chest rises and falls whilst you exhale the smoke. “Thank you Eds,” speaking lightly as you hold the joint between your fingers, you tilt your head and grin hazily at your boyfriend. “I wonder if Steve is home from work yet,” murmuring softly as you hand him the joint, and move to rest on your knees as you tug down your shirt slightly. “We would have heard him come home, if he’s here, he’s probably out with Robin.” Nodding as he speaks, you climb off of the bed and open the door to your bedroom. “I’m hungry. Want anything?” “Whatever you’ve got,” speaking as he lazily holds the last of the joint between his lips, and finishes it off, following you into the tiny kitchen you share with Steve. Running his eyes over your frame as you rummage in the pantry, Eddie moves behind you, lightly tracing his fingers along your exposed stomach, and rests his head against your shoulder. “I could actually eat you, now that we’re on the subject,” speaking into your ear as his hand creeps underneath his shirt that you’ve got on, watching your hands explore the cupboard for something to eat.

Cupping your breast in his hand, you shift slightly as your hand tightly grips onto a box of crackers. “Eds, Steve could be home any minute,” speaking softly as he starts moving his lips across your neck, and circles your nipple with his thumb. “Mhm. Like I said, he probably won’t be back for hours,” murmuring against your ear as his lips press against your neck warmly, resulting in you dropping your head back slightly, and arching your chest further into his hand. “That feel good?” “Yes, feels so good Eds, don’t stop,” breathing out as his thumb swipes against your clit, before you find him pressing his lips against your neck again. “What about when Steve comes home?” “I don’t care, I just need you to keep doing that.” “Use your words. Doing what, sweetheart?” Breathing against your ear as his fingers move along your skin, Eddie dips his fingers beneath your underwear, and hums softly. “There she is…there’s my second favourite girl,” rasping in your ear as he draws another moan from you while slipping his fingers into you. “Table,” speaking roughly as he drops his hands from you, before you hastily climb on top of the table, and gaze down at Eddie on his knees in front of you. “Good girl, always so good for me,” grinning as his hands spread your legs, you brush your fingers through Eddie’s lengthy hair. “Am I allowed to have my snack now?” “Always Eds. It’s yours,” speaking softly as his mouth dangerously moves along your thigh, Eddie kisses your skin, before finally settling his mouth against you.

Sweeping his tongue along your folds, you gasp softly before tangling your fingers into his hair. You whine softly as his lips and tongue move deliciously against you and you find yourself getting lost in his touch. Draping your leg over his shoulder, you slip your hand under you shirt, as you touch and pull at your nipples. “Feels so good Eds, don’t stop,” breathing out a moan, Eddie moves closer to you, as his hands keep your legs apart. Not hearing the door opening, the two are hidden from view as Steve steps inside their shared home, and drops his bag by the door. “Hey guys, I’m home! And I brought-“ getting cut off as a sharp moan rings out from the kitchen, Steve suddenly spots you on the table, and raises his eyebrow as he sees Eddie suddenly rise up from the floor. The realisation of what he just walked into hitting him, Steve stumbles slightly, accidentally knocking over the lamp on the small table by the door, cursing softly as the crash rings through their home. Catching Eddie’s gaze as he clumsily puts it back, he stands up straight and clears his throat. “Pizza. I got us pizza. Hungry? I’m hungry, let’s eat, unless you’re already full- I mean, if you haven’t had something to eat- I mean,” babbling as Eddie grins. Swiping his ring clad finger across his lip, he licks it clean before he gestures Steve to the kitchen, and helps you off of the table. “Cover up sweetheart. I think we broke Steve.” Watching Steve as he hastily turns his attention back to the pizza, his hair falling across his eyes as he busies himself with putting the pizza out for you all.

Eddie tilts his head as Steve keeps quiet, and the curly haired metal head turns his eyes back to you, as you’re leaning against the counter. “Hungry babe?” Nodding as you tug your shirt down your thighs a little, and you move to the table to grab some pizza. “Thank you Stevie,” speaking lightly as you take your plate, and the blonde nods before moving to his spot on the couch. Moving behind you, Eddie takes his slice of pizza and slips his hand under your shirt. “Eddie,” laughing softly as his hand brushes against your underwear, and you stifle a soft moan as his rings dig into your skin. “What did I do?” Speaking lightly against your ear, he presses his hand to your thigh and moves to the couch. Noticing Steve silently focusing on his food, Eddie bumps his shoulder against his, and nods as a thank you for the pizza. “How was work Harrington?” “What? Oh. It was fine. Quiet mostly. Robin and I just did inventory all day. Then she had to go home for an emergency or something.” “Is she okay?” Speaking up as you sit on Eddie’s thigh, you bite your pizza before resting your legs on top of Eddie’s, and furrow your eyebrows worryingly for your best friend. “I told her I’d call her tonight. So I’m not sure for now.” Catching his gaze briefly, Steve focuses on your face, before shifting in his seat. Eddie tilts his head slightly, and drags his fingers along your thigh, keeping his attention on your skin. Dropping your eyes to your boyfriends hand, you feel Steve’s gaze on you both before lifting your attention to him, and you raise an eyebrow curiously. Hastily dropping your plate to the coffee table in front of you all, you turn your focus to Eddie, before trailing your fingers through his curls gently. Pressing your mouth to his, you grin against his lips as his hand grips onto your hip, and you briefly open your eyes to find Steve watching you both. “Eds, do you trust me?” “With my life sweetheart.” Nodding as you move from his lap, you stand in front of Steve, grinning at his confused expression, and stand between his knees. “Do you want to join us?” speaking softly as you take a seat between Steve and Eddie, before draping your legs across Steve’s lap. “I..what?” “You, Eddie and I. It was a complete accident that you walked in on us, but I can wager that since you walked in, you’ve thought of nothing else since, am I right?” Speaking softly as you move yourself to sit on Steve’s thighs, and gaze at the blonde.

Turning your attention to Eddie, you lightly grin as he keeps eating his pizza, and remains quiet in his seat. Focusing on Steve again, you sweep your fingers against his hair, pushing back the styled quiff he has. “You can absolutely say no and there’ll be no more talk about it, I promise,” letting your voice drop to a slight whisper, and you drop your hand to your lap. “Okay,” speaking lowly as you move to take yourself from his lap. “Okay?” “Yeah..I think so,” nodding as he speaks, Eddie suddenly moves in his spot, and Steve gazes between the two of you. “Is that okay with you Eds?” Nodding eagerly as his hand slips under your shirt again, he grins as your nipples instantly harden under his fingers, and he stands up from the couch. “If you’re in the mood to fuck Steve, that’s fine with me sweetheart.” Watching Eddie move to the armchair across from the couch, the metalhead takes a seat and watches you both with a hazy grin. “Eds, maybe some of your magic will help, light us up another one,” speaking softly as you retake your spot on Steve’s lap, you catches the blonde’s chin between your fingers and make him look at you. “Do you want some of Eddie’s ‘special help’, or do you think you’re good without it?” “I..um..maybe? I’m not sure,” speaking lowly as he shifts in his seat, and brushes his thigh against your barely covered pussy.

Emitting a soft whine from you, you rest your arms around Steve’s neck and brush your nose against his, before he feels you breathe against his lips. “Do that again, it felt good,” whispering softly as you straddle his thigh, you catch Steve’s eyes as he hesitantly grabs your hips, feeling more confident as you nod that it’s okay, before he jolts his leg harshly, and gets a moan out of you. “Y-yeah, like that, again,” mumbling your pleas against Steve’s mouth, as you feverishly press your lips to his, he hungrily devours your mouth, before finding yourself suddenly on your back, with Steve’s thigh between your spread legs. “Fuck..you’re so hot,” speaking lowly as he drops his head to your neck, he works a faint purple mark into your skin, before rubbing his jean clad thigh against you harshly. “Steve, that feels so good, don’t stop,” whining as his lips smother your neck in kisses, you catch Eddie’s gaze from across the room, eyeing up the tent in his pants. “Steve making you feel good baby?” “Yes, yes, so good. He’s rubbing my pussy so good for me,” speaking as your hand moves across your breast, Steve’s hand harshly slaps your own, before yanking your hand away. “No touching. Only Eddie and I can do that. Right Munson?” Catching your boyfriend’s gaze, Eddie nods at Steve’s words and leans back in his chair. “You heard the man, sweetheart. No touching.” Focusing as Steve’s hand slips between his thigh and your clothed pussy, he harshly rolls his fingers against you, and settles on his knees.

“So wet already…kind of pathetic, the simple movement of my leg against your desperate little pussy hm?” Letting your eyes catch Steve’s again, you notice the slightly darkened hue to his eyes, and nod hurriedly as he speaks to you. “Jesus, Harrington. Who knew this was hiding beneath all that ‘cool guy’ exterior and complex?” “Don’t judge a book by its cover, Munson.” Resting yourself onto your elbows, you catch Eddie’s smug grin, and bite your lip as Steve’s fingers press against you. “You want this hm? If I didn’t know any better, I would say you planned this all out in that dirty little head of yours. Encouraging Eddie to lay you on the table so he could eat that sweet little pussy, knowing I’d walk in on you both. Such a little slut,” speaking against your ear as he harshly drags you against his thigh, you whine and roll your hips down to feel some friction against you. “Don’t move. Stay still, I want to see how fast Eddie and I can make you cum for us, so stay there. Munson?” “Yes sir?” Joking lightly as he puts out his joint, and joins the pair on the couch. “Enough of that,” Steve speaks softly as his cheeks tinge pink, causing you to raise your eyebrow and you remain still as instructed. “You know somethin’ dude? She just loves authoritative titles. Don’t you sweetheart?” Flickering his eyebrows at you to continue your game, you nod before swiping your tongue against your lip. “Yes dungeon master, I do.” “What do you want to call Steve, babydoll? I’m sure he deserves a nickname for looking after you so well.” Stroking his calloused fingers through your hair, Eddie lifts your head to rest against his lap, and tangles his fingers around your loose locks. “Tell him, he’s waiting.” “Sorry to keep you hanging on…sir.” Feeling Steve rut his thigh against you harshly, you let out a soft yelp as he grabs your face and forces you to look at him.

“I swear you’re just looking for a punishment. Maybe I’ll borrow Eddie’s rings, and make you count to 10 as you count down the slaps I’ll give your pussy, while I wear them.” Resting on his knees as Eddie raises his eyebrow, his attention turns to you, your boyfriend grinning smugly as he’s aware of the affect Steve’s words are having on you. “Is that a promise? She just loves having her pretty little pussy spanked. It drives her wild.” Speaking as Steve furrows his eyebrows, Eddie’s ring-clad hand comes down on you roughly, emitting a loud moan from you. “See? She’s just the filthiest little whore,” stroking his fingers against your soaked underwear, Eddie brings his hand down against you again, and grins as your body writhes desperately. “Look at her. She’s absolutely aching for it. She’s soaked through. She just loves when you spank her like that.” Feeling Steve’s cock against your leg, you roll your hips and drag yourself against him, whining softly as you feel him brush against your clit. “Please, please. Need you both so bad, need you in me.” “Go on Harrington. Show her who’s in charge,” speaking from his seat, Eddie parts his legs slightly as he settles into the armchair and watches the pair of you on the couch. “She just needs a good fucking, maybe it’ll satiate her enough before I fill her up as well.” Turning his attention back to the woman underneath him, Steve groans softly at the wild look in your eyes, before he feels your hand moving across his jeans and across his hardening cock. “What are you doin’?” “Helping you, you’ve had me laying here long enough. Now it’s my turn to drive you wild,” speaking huskily as you fumble with his zipper, you yank down his jeans and watch as he kicks them away. “Eddie baby…you’ve got to see this. Sir Steve is packing, you were right, they had to be calling him King Steve for something.” Resting on your knees as you gaze at Steve with awe, you brush your fingers against his dick before pressing your lips along his thigh, and directly against him over his boxers.

“Be a good girl for him, sweetheart. Show him how that pretty mouth of yours works.” Nodding lightly as Steve arches his neck backwards, he runs his hands through his hair as your lips wrap around his cock, and allow yourself to tease your fingers against his abs. “How does she feel?” “Fuck..so good, she’s got a mouth on her, for sure.” Tangling his fingers into your hair, Steve tugs harshly on you, resulting in a muffled moan from deep in your throat. “Such a good girl for Steve huh? Always so obedient for me aren’t you?” Speaking roughly as he joins the pair on the bed, Eddie’s calloused fingers drag along your spine to your hip, and tugs you back against him. “Feel that sweetheart? Do you feel how hard you’re making me, and Steve? Such a greedy little angel, one cock isn’t enough so you’ve got to have two. Gonna have you absolutely screaming our names for us.” Bringing his hand down against your ass, you jolt forward against Steve, choking slightly. “Get up. It’s our turn now, you’ve had enough time to play with us.” Yanking you back upright against his body, Eddie drags his fingers against your nipples, tugging on the sensitive bud roughly. Catching Steve’s eyes briefly, you crook your finger to gesture him forward, before brushing your tongue against your lip. “Come here, wanna kiss you again,” speaking softly as he sandwiches you between himself and Eddie, you waste no time in shoving your tongue into his mouth, and grab at his hair, before pulling his leg between yours.

Dragging yourself against his thigh, you moan softly as Eddie’s hand travels down between your legs and harshly rubs circles against your clit. “Gonna fuck yourself on Steve’s leg huh? Gonna cum all over his skin for us? Show him what a little whore you are, wanna see you rub that sweet little pussy against him until you’re screaming for us,” growling in your ear as his fingers delve into you, Steve falters as Eddie’s words push him closer to his release, and keeps you held against his body as your tongues hungrily wind around each other. “Attagirl, so good for us,” relishing in the hot squelching sounds from between your legs, Eddie brushes your hair away from your neck, before harshly licking and biting at your skin. “Please, need you both, can’t wait anymore,” whining into Steve’s mouth as your body aches with need and desire for both men, Steve grins hazily before falling still. “I don’t have a-“ “you don’t need it man. She’s on the pill. Go wild.” Catching Steve’s bewildered look, Eddie chuckles against your skin, and shakes his head. “Is it just me, or does Steve seem a bit in awe at the fact he gets to cum in you?” Lifting his gaze to Steve, your boyfriend moves back from your body, and gestures to Steve. “You know you won’t get her pregnant, right?” “Y-yeah. Right.” Suddenly the energy in the room shifts slightly, as Eddie crosses his arms across his chest. “Unless that’s what you want, Harrington.” “I uh..” Furrowing your eyebrows as you gaze between both men, you suddenly catch onto what they’re subtly discussing, and you turn to Steve.

“Don’t be embarrassed. We all have our own interests.” Feeling Eddie’s arm snake around you, you turn to look up at your boyfriend and he grins lightly. “I bet Steve here, is just dying to fill you up, and make sure you’re filled to the absolute brim of him. I’m sure he’s just thinking about all the little Harrington nuggets running around. Although I must say, the idea of you pregnant and carrying a baby is delightful, I’m sure Harrington’s got a secret love for it.” Turning your attention back to Steve, you notice his fingers tightly digging into his palm, and you rest your hand against his chest. “Relax. Eddie is just kidding…although I do like the idea of you filling me up, and fucking me absolutely stupid,” speaking softly as you ease up the tension trapped within his hand, you brush your fingers against his, and lead him to the bed. Watching Eddie as he undresses, your eyes fall to his jeans, and watch his fingers expertly unfasten his zipper. “Bed. Now.” Nodding as you do as you’re told, you climb onto the bed and join your boyfriend, and playfully swipe at his dog tag necklace. “Whatever you say dungeon master.” Gesturing Steve to join you, Eddie swipes his hand along your back, and between your legs swiftly. “Eds, that feels so good,” whining softly as you hold yourself up, Steve kneels in front of you, and holds you still. “What do you say Harrington? Gonna fill her up real nice? Pump her full of those little Harrington nuggets? Bet she’d look super damn pretty all pregnant and rounded huh?” Groaning softly at your boyfriends’ words, Steve shifts slightly and you grin. “Come on then Stevie. Use me as your own personal toy,” speaking into his ear as you push his cock into you, you let out a satisfied whine, as his hands pull you into him, and he dips his head into your neck. “If it’s too much, let me know and I’ll stop,” nodding at his words, you gaze back at Eddie, and gesture him to cement himself against your back.

“All yours baby,” assuring your boyfriend as he lines up to slip into you, and you collectively moan as he settles to let you adjust. Turning back to Steve, you nod slightly, gripping onto his arm as he starts drawing in and out of you, before holding you to him, and harshly slaps his hips against yours. Suckling a bruise into your neck, Steve winds his fingers into your hair and tugs your head back. “Fuck..that feels so good, don’t stop,” begging your roommate to keep fucking you, Eddie slowly moves his hips against your ass, and rests his hands on your hips. “Such a good girl. Taking both of us like this. You’re just so greedy,” rasping into your ear as his hand slides up to your throat, Eddie circles your neck with his hand, and tilts your head back as he tightens his grip slightly. “Fuck..yes,” rasping out as his grip tightens, Eddie chuckles slightly as his thrusts get faster and harder, matching Steve as they both drive into you. “How’s she feel Harrington?” “So good. She’s sucking me in so good, such a hungry little pussy huh? Want me to fill you up with my cum? Bet you’d look so pretty all fucked out with me running down your legs.” Feeling your eyes slightly roll back in your head, Eddie holds you tight against his chest, keeping his hand around your throat as he and Steve work you to your release.

“C-can’t hold out much longer, gonna cum, need’ta feel you both,” begging as your body tingles and jolts harshly with theirs, Eddie turns your head to his, roughly shoving his tongue into your mouth, and groans against your lips. “Gonna cum for us baby? Yeah? Only when we decide,” panting heavily as his fingers work on your pussy, you let out a hoarse scream, before dropping your head to Steve’s shoulder. “P-please, can’t wait anymore. Need it so bad, need you both to cum in me,” babbling as your body aches, Steve feverishly slams his hips against yours, groaning heavily as you tangle your fingers into his hair. “Good girl, cum for us yeah? Cum all over Stevie’s cock, he’s waited long enough.” Feeling Steve’s hand tweaking at your nipple, you let out what is possibly the most filthy moan you’ve ever let out, before feeling yourself let go, and gushing all over your thighs and the two men either side of you, as you feel Steve shudder roughly, and feel a pool of heat fill your pussy. “Holy shit baby, did you just-“ “I think she did,” laughing loudly as he groans, Eddie digs his fingers into you harshly as he works himself to his orgasm, and Steve holds you up against him, helping Eddie get off while he fucks you. Feeling Steve’s fingers comb through your hair, Eddie desperately grips onto you, and grunts deep in his throat as he pushes himself to his release. “F-fuck baby, gonna cum, can’t hold it,” whining as he cups your breast, Steve slips out of you, and falls back onto the bed, allowing Eddie to hold you to him to finish. “So c-close,” growling in your ear as he thrusts a few more times before you feel him shudder against you, a familiar sound filling your ear as he slumps against your back, and lets you slip down onto Steve’s chest. “Fuck..that was…” “incredible,” finishing your roommates sentence, you tilt your head up to kiss his jaw, and settle into his body. Feeling Eddie slip behind you, his arm rests across your body, and Steve closes his eyes, allowing you all to lay in silence until Eddie’s voice suddenly fills your ears. “So…same time next week?”

Enjoy the filth. 💋

[ashesandhackles]

@hprecfest Day 2 - A Comfort fic

Regretfully Yours by @maria-de-salinas

Severus/ Petunia. Explicit.

The unexpectedly tender and intimate romance between Severus and Petunia - post the events of First War- tops this list. Maria has a way of writing care, intimacy with such loving attention to detail, it blows me away in all of her work. This also has a sequel!

Summary:

1981 was not Petunia's year. The day before New Year's Eve, determined to make a fresh start of it, she straps Harry and Dudley into the car and flees north--only to hit into the biggest snowstorm she's ever seen in her life. Grief-stricken and dazed by his pivot from Death Eater to teacher, Severus Snape spends his holiday far from everyone, wandering aimlessly through the snow. The last thing either of them wanted was their paths to collide, but when Petunia gets stuck in the snow, they'll get stuck with each other.

2. Not bright or noble, but almost sublime by @yletylyf

Severus/Sirius raising Harry. Explicit.

I remember talking to Lety when we connected in Snirius fandom: "Where are the fluffy fics? Where are the raising Harry fics?" Of course, Snirius fandom as a whole is interested in the tension and delicious angst of Sirius and Severus together, often veering to darker territories - so it was a relief when Lety started writing this! A very fun Snirius raising Harry story.

Summary:

On that fateful Halloween night in Godric's Hollow, Severus Snape and Sirius Black unite in a common cause: find the Secret-Keeper who betrayed their best friend. Or: A temporary truce turns into something much more.

3. The Dog and Deer Detective Agency by @artemisia-black

Sirius/OFC.

If you ever wanted to see Sirius Black in a noir-esque mystery, this is your fic. Not only is Artemisia good at building the luxuriant atmosphere for the foreboding story, this is a good exploration of Sirius in an alternate universe without threat of Voldemort. He is a freer version of the man you might see in canon, but still has that family baggage. There is also tons of baby Harry and Sirius cuteness (yes, that is my catnip- Harry and Sirius are my favourite dynamic in canon)

Summary:

Set in an AU where Voldemort is never born. James and Sirius are both the best of friends and brilliant wizards, and not wanting to be tied down to a 9-to-5, they founded a detective agency. A year in, they have had a steady business from scorned spouses until one day a woman arrives and draws them into a sinister plot in the Scottish Highlands.

sore subject by @incalculablepower

Lavendar Brown/Parvati Patil & Demelza Robbins/Parvati Patil

No one gets the romantic comedy #vibe of Half Blood Prince quite like Incalculable Power. This fic is special among her work because she captures an experience lot of queer women go through - an intense codependent friendship that is just waiting to edge into romance.

Summary:

The High Priestess, reversed. Trust your intuition. Your true self is waiting; she refuses to be contained for much longer.

Orchards by @whinlatter

Harry/Ginny.

Whinlatter dropped into the fandom with a 17k fic written about the summer Harry and Ginny fell in love, and it was utterly beautiful tribute to first loves, Harry, Ginny and also, the third character: the orchard. Even when the fic weaved in the grief Harry is still dealing with and references the war years, it is infused with hope for the future.

Summary:

The orchard is a wild, thousand-flower, crumpled-gate, fall-down-fence sort of place, where things grow that you’ve never asked for, that you’d never expect. The summer of ’96, the story of something flowery he thought he might have smelled at the Burrow.

[noodyl-blasstal]

Fake Dating - TAZNC Day 1

It's @taznovembercelebration time again!!! My first card pull was "Fake Dating" (delicious, also, we're already off the rails). Want to take part too? Find to post here. You can write, draw, share thoughts, anything. It's just a fun time to talk about taz!

Anyway, have some Taakitz! Read below or on Ao3:

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“Krav, Kraverooni, Kravino, please? Taako’s asking you from the bottom of his tiny shrivelled up husk of a heart.” 

Kravitz rolls his eyes. “You hand reared a litter of kittens you found in a bin bag.”

“Easy money, the resell on those.” Taako says all faux nonchalant, flipping his hand as if Kravitz didn’t sit up all night with him so they could take shifts to sleep but both woke up for every single feed alarm anyway.

“You kept three of them and gave the others away for free.” Kravitz says flatly, "... In fact!" He's worked up now, he's remembering "... You did home inspections for every one to check they'd be safe and happy." There’s no chance he’s going to let Taako pretend he doesn’t care. He cares often and passionately in various directions. “Anyway, who was the one who organised the letter writing campaign to Angus’ school when they tried to stop his soccer team’s funding and put it into the football team?”

“Anyone would have done that.”

“Did anyone else?”

“They might have.”

“If you didn’t?”

“If I didn’t.” There’s a long pause. “It’s not because I care though. Taako just didn’t want to see his sad little face.”

“Because you don’t care.”

“Because he takes up more room when he’s sad. It gets everywhere, the child mope. I’d have to scrub it out of the floors.”

“And why would he be moping here?”

“Because… I… It’s court ordered.”

“Uh huh.” Kravitz has him on the ropes.

“And there’s evidence of that, then, is there? If I googled your name I’d see the sentencing?”

“I had Google wiped by data assassins.”

“I assume you have a copy of the paperwork I could review?”

“Cats ate it.”

“Which ones?”

“This one!” Taako indicated Tiny Taco, who’s gnawing at the string of Kravitz’s shoe. Taako’s got him here, it’s plausible, but…

“Cats plural, who were the accomplices?” 

“You don’t know them. Strange cats, a bad crowd that Taco’s been hanging out with. I’ve tried telling him, Taco, son, they’re not worthy of your time, they’re leading you down a bad path, can’t you just play nicely with Garyl and Beans? But no, he worries me sick instead.”

“Taco’s a house cat.”

“He’s been running up massive phone bills.”

“How did they get in the house to eat the documents with him?”

“He pushed it under the door and they lady and the tramped it.”

“You have a porch, the cats aren’t allowed in the porch.”

“The back door.”

“Uh huh. And this flagrant fabrication is easier than admitting you want nice things for Angus?”

“Yes.” 

“Why?”

“You’ll think I care.”

“You do care. I watch you care all the time! Today you cared at least three times before breakfast.”

“Nuh uh.” Taako’s squirming in place now, he can’t run though, it’s his house.

“Yuh huh. Who helped Grant with the papers to set up his juice stand?”

“Well it made sense, I set up Sizzle It Up so I knew what to do. It was a chance for Taako to show off.”

“You helped coach Sloane to ask Hurley out.”

“So she’d stop whinging about it to you. She was taking up my valuable Kravitz time.”

“You care about me then?”

“No.” Taako looks pained when he realises what he said and how quickly he said it. “Just the normal amount. The friends amount.”

Kravitz tries not to let it sting. Of course Taako just wants to be friends. It’s fine. Kravitz is a grown up, he can look after himself. He shouldn’t have let it get this far, shouldn’t have let his feelings get so deep. It’s fine, he can just change the subject, they don’t have to do this now, especially not with the current context. “You didn’t let Magnus pet the bear.” 

“I should have.” Taako says darkly. “Then I wouldn’t have had needed to listen to him complain all the way home.” 

“Also you didn’t want him to die?” Kravitz asks casually, trap closing.

“I’m not a monster.”

“Show off, I can’t believe you’d be so insensitive.” Kravitz flops backwards onto the chair, hand across his eyes.

Taako throws a cushion at him. “Come off it, you love it, wolf boy.”

Kravitz sits up, grins to show off his slightly-sharper-than-they-should-be teeth. “Sounds like I’m not the only one.”

“It’s such a good club, Krav. Lup and Magnus are always saying how fabulous it is there, and who’s more fabulous than Taako?” 

“Good point. I can’t think of many people.” He means it, is the problem, Kravitz can’t think of anyone more fabulous, more funny, more handsome… nope!

“Then you see why Taako’s solution is perfect?”

Ah fuck. They’re back to where they started.

“Why me?”

“Do you know any other single werewolves who’d be down to fake-date Taako into The Starblaster?”

Kravitz growls low and slow, surprises himself just as much as Taako. “Er. That… I… I have to go to the bathroom.” Kravitz flings himself off the sofa, dives towards the toilet, slams the lock home, and tries not to let the panic take hold. Maybe Taako didn’t even notice? How often was he even around werewolves? Did he even know what that was? Like, fine, yes, his sister was married to Barry, and Magnus was married to Julia, and Taako was part of their families and he’d seen the dating process up close, and… fuck. No no, it was fine. He was psyching himself out unnecessarily. Barry told him all the time that he worried too much, ocerthought everything, this was fine, good even, he’d just say that it was a cough if Taako asked.

Kravitz splashes his face with cool water. It doesn't help as much as he hoped, but it was worth a go. "It's fine." He says firmly to his own reflection. "He didn't even notice."

“So I couldn’t help but notice…” Taako says, the second Kravitz re-enters the room. It’s probably too late to go hide again. “... that you might be feeling a bit possessive when it comes to other weres dating yours truly.”

“It was a cough.” Says Kravitz, not even convincing himself.

“Uh huh.” Taako isn’t convinced either. “You know, the only condition of getting into The Starblaster is that you're a were or you’re dating one.”

“I’m aware.” Kravitz cannot believe Taako is still focused on the club while simultaneously tearing away the carefully constructed wall Kravitz has been using to hide his ridiculous unwanted feelings for months. Doesn't he care? He could at least be offended. The indifference hurts.

“Well it doesn’t have to be fake. I didn’t realise you’d be down.”

“Are you offering to sleep with me to get into the stupid club?” Kravitz is angry now, furious. He thought they were friends, he thought Taako wanted some kind of relationship with him - even if it was just friendship, he would have been happy with friendship. He doesn’t want this, it should be special, not just some flippant transactional thing.

“No! I’m offering to sleep with you because I like you, you idiot.”

“Wait, did you just proposition me, confess you have a crush on me, and call me an idiot in the same breath?” Kravitz didn’t know whether to be offended or elated, settles on something in the middle.

“Sounds about right. Wanna kiss about it?” 

Kravitz does, in fact, want to kiss about it, but first he needs to know what is going on. “You like me? Romantically like me?” 

Taako arches an eyebrow and looks peeved about the lack of kissing. “Obviously.”

“For the club?”

“A bit for the club.” Taako’s forehead wrinkles. “It’s really cool. I’m not going to lie to you. But that’s more a perk of the boning, not the reason for it.”

Kravitz sinks down onto the sofa. Taako likes him back, Taako likes him back and not just because he wants to go to the stupid club.

“If anything, the boning will be the biggest perk of the boning.” Taako says cheerfully, pats him on the shoulder.

“Why are you like this?” Kravitz asks through his hands, face buried.

“You love it.” Taako says, plonking himself down next to Kravitz and throwing an arm around him. “Can we skip to the kissing bit now, or do I need to tell you about how I was gonna fake date you so hard you’d forget we weren’t real dating?”

“Can we do both?”

“You want me to talk through the kisses?”

“Between them?”

“Fine, but it’s a talk sandwich, kissing bread.”

“Kissing bread.” Kravitz extracts his face from his hands, sits up, and nods solemnly.

“Here we go!” Taako says, leaning in. 

“No!” Kravitz scoots backwards. “That was terrible, awful. Our first kiss is not going to be prefaced by “here we go!””

“You do better then.” Taako’s arms are crossed and he’s doing the frowny thing and Kraivtz is going to kiss every grumpy furrow out of his brow.

“I’ve wanted to do this for months.” Says Kravitz simply, makes it inches from Taako’s lips before he pulls back.

“That’s not fair! You can’t just be all suave out of nowhere. What am I supposed to say to top that?”

“You don't need to top it, it’s not a competition.”

“It could be. If it was.”

“Well it isn’t.” Kravitz says firmly. He reaches for Taako, trying to draw him back in. They were so close to finally getting it together.

“Buckle up, sweetlips.”

Kravitz stands, horrified. “Taako! What… why would you?”

Taako’s too busy laughing to answer. “Your… your face!” He gasps out.

“Do you want to kiss or not?” Kravitz is trying not to be petulant, he’s trying so hard, he’s failing.

Taako dives forward and crashes their mouths together. Kravitz can’t entirely tell when his mouth opened, or when exactly Taako started to nip at his lip, but it’s good, it’s great, even. Kravitz’s hands pull Taako closer, closer, closer, cradle his face, weave into his hair, help pull him down when he moves to straddle Kravitz’s lap. It’s messy and passionate and perfect, he doesn’t want it to end.

“Wanna kiss or not?” Taako pulls back, then snorts with laughter.

“I would love to do more kisses, why don’t you come back down here?” Kravitz asks, running a hand over Taako’s chest in what he hopes is an alluring manner.

“No, you said… I… it’s perfect. “Wanna kiss or not?” and then we did. That’s how we got together.” He collapses onto Kravitz’s chest, giggling furiously.

“You tricked me!” 

Taako laughs harder.

“We’re going to have to tell people that when they ask.” Kravitz says, aghast. He really doesn't want to have to tell anyone this story.

Taako attempts to sit back, taking a moment to collect himself. “We’re going to <i>get&lt;/i> to tell people when they ask. What a gift!”

“A gift.” Kravitz repeats, quietly, carefully. 

“Hey Krav?”

“Yes Taako?” 

“I think you’re great.”

“I think you’re great too.”

“Wanna kiss about it?”

Kravitz cups Taako’s face, brings it gently, reverently towards him like Taako’s the most precious thing in the world. He might be in this moment. Kravitz kisses each cheek softly, then his nose, his forehead, and finally his lips. It’s gentle, tentative, full of care.

Taako pulls back. “You’re going to tell people this was what happened, aren’t you?”

“Yep!” Kravitz says happily, pressing their lips together again.

“Fine. But I’m telling the real story.” Taako says huffily before kissing a firm line from Kravitz’s collar bone to his jaw. “The people need to know.”

“Uh huh.”  Kravitz is finding it harder to focus on anything but the insistent kisses on his neck and the hands working themselves down his chest. “Gotta give the people the…” He tails off as Taako’s teeth graze his neck. “What… they… it’s science.”

“Uh huh.” Taako replies. “Great point.”

“No more words, just kissing.” Kravitz tugs Taako closer again.

“Are you going to tell people this bit too?” Taako asks. 

“Ssssh.” Kravitz kisses Taako again. “Nothing about other people, just about us.”

“Just us.” Taako nods. “And how much fun we’re going to have at The Starblaster.”

Kravitz sighs.

“Hey Krav?” Taako noses at his cheek.

“Yeah?” 

“I’m glad we figured it out.”

“Me too, Taako. Me too.” 

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Thank you for reading! You can find the next day here.

[prettymeaninglessnonsense]

In my years

I have lived

Crawled

Walked and

Crawled again

Talked

Laughed

Cried, all the same

When I was young

When I was young, i remember asking my mum why the sky was blue

She told me the person who painted the rainbow had excess of it;

"He isn't a good painter; he left white spots. They were clouds, little me had no clue

"Then you, dearest become the greatest painter one day" kindly, she would say

That day we sowed a seed deep in the ground

"What will grow?" Curious I asked

"A fig tree"

"Will it bear fruits?!"

"Yes, delicious ones for me and you;

We will eat together, just us two"

"When will it grow?"

5year old me desperately wanted to know

Looking up at my mum, my eyes squinting from the sun

"Just as you do" My loving mum sung

For a week I checked and nothing emerged from the soil, it hurt my soul

"It takes time to grow" my beautiful mum would console

I was 5 at the time and it took a very little while

For me to forget everything about the seed and the soil

It was my mum who remembered,

One afternoon I was painting- making masterpieces of disco-dancing pokemons

when she shouted for me to come down

A little sapling had emerged from the ground

Every morning I would water it

Every Evening I would sing to it

Every night I would kiss it goodnight

Afternoons I skipped- my nap time was ritualistic

As time went by,

Goodnight kiss became a useless chore

And singing an artless burden

But upon my mother's will,

I did water it still.

When I was in middle school a boy from high school called my drawings uncool,

"What a waste of time" he'd sneered

"Waste of perfectly good writing paper

And please do not make art your future career"

I was eleven years old and took things to heart

He has hit the bullseye with those pointy remarks and sharp darts

Why couldn't I make art my career?

Who was he to sneer?

I scaled down corridors- towards the bathroom stalls,

to find myself a nice toilet seat to sit and cry myself out in.

Bang at the door,  hit the ceiling and scream at the bathroom walls,

I was thinking about this when I turned my head and looked into class of the seniors.

I squited my eyes, trying to figure about what they were doing

With needles and buttons, there was something all were sewing.

I stifled a cry when I understood the performing task

Upon some stitched eyes (with buttons on top!) they wore a mask?!

I ran back to my teacher immediately

She was worried and asked where I had been

"There are things you'll understand as you grow"

Maybe I don't want to ever ever ever

She handed me my test score, B+ was never bad never good

To improve was the only option, I left painting for a day or two

Mum also interested me into cultivating hobbies,

In summer camps i learnt more than school could ever teach me.

A tragedy transpired one day- a girl died

Was killed by a bear

"What if that was you?" My teary eyed mum questioned

"Like you would even care"

I shouldn't have said that but you see, I loved that camp

It helped me grow, that sapling now reached my hips

But the camp dissolved and isn't heard of since (it still makes me wince)

One day, before my bus i quickly watered Figgy (That's what we called it thereafter)

Same height as me it would have been difficult to kiss its leaves (if I bothered to)

We loved Figgy you see

For art we were graded that day,

I got an easy A- everyone did

Art is a scoring subject or so they say.

Also that day we received our physics grades, I got a C.

"If you actually study instead of doodling on your desk during lectures you'd do great"

My friend scolded, I was always told to behave.

To focus on the right path.

Right for who i'd question.

My friend's purple buttoned eye would gleam

Another lecture was awaiting

I was handed a needle and two buttons that day

Red and blue the options they gave, I was f

Damned either way

I took the needle and thread

Sew my lips shut ( I was wonderful at embroidery)

Before my eyes I burned my sketchbook

Scent of dreams and desires lingered in the smoke

I bottled it up and threw it in the infernal river, with the others

Today, I sat

Unable to see

Under the tall fig tree

Rotten figs all fallen all around me

[nightghoul381]

Licht 3rd Anniversary Event

A Beast's Dream Realized by Beauty

Chapter 2

This a fan translation so it is definitely not 100% accurate. I do not own anything related to Ikemen Prince. Support Cybird by buying their amazing stories!

I’m very sorry I don’t have screenshots for this translation until the epilogue!

Part 1 | Part 2 | Premium End | Epilogue

There are three things we can tell from Licht’s drawings.

The first is that every drawing has a big, round full moon.

The second is that there are no roses in bloom.

And the third is that he hadn’t drawn any people.

Relying on the few clues I had, I immediately headed out to town with Licht, but nothing came of it—

Fruit shop Clerk: “These are wonderful colors but I have no idea where the drawing is supposed to be.”

Grocery Store Clerk: “Miss Emma, is this some kind of riddle? Is there a hidden code or something?”

Passing Soldier: “I do patrols a lot, but I haven’t seen scenery like this… I’m sorry I can’t help you!”

Emma / Licht: “Hmm….”

Licht and I go into our favorite café and take a seat to rest our feet, tired from walking around.

Immediately after ordering our sweets, I let out a sigh.

Emma: “This is pretty tough.”

Licht: “The toughest thing is how bad my drawings are…”

Emma: “No!? I like how unique and creative your drawings are.”

Licht: “You don’t have to force yourself to like them.”

Emma: “I’m not forcing myself.”

Licht: “But it’s true that it’s not good enough to work as a clue.”

Emma: “That’s not true.”

I arranged the pictures on the table to see if there were any clues we may have overlooked.

(We went to all the places I could think of and asked the people in town.)

(Even so, the landscape drawing didn’t trigger any memories.)

Emma: “Maybe this scenery isn’t from Rhodolite.”

Licht: “We’ve searched a lot and can’t find a similar place, so I think the possibility is high.”

Emma: “That’s right. Bu what should we do when it comes to other countries…”

(It’s suddenly become even more difficult to find…)

The store clerk sets the seasonal peach tart on the table in front of me.

I hurriedly set aside the drawing and inhaled the scent to my heart’s content.

Emma: “Looks delicious…”

Licht: “You’re drooling…”

Emma: “You’re lying!?”

Licht: “It’s a lie.”

Emma: “…Licht.”

Licht: “I just wanted to see your cute reaction.”

Licht cut into the tart, putting a slice onto a plate and handing it to me.

After I took the plate and thanked him, he started cutting his own portion of the tart.

Licht: “I want to keep your current cuteness in a picture.”

Emma: “…If you say that, I’ll have to get revenge okay?”

The tart that Licht had cut into pieces had the most delicious parts.

While he had a somewhat melancholy air when he dug up the box, Licht was now smiling.

(Licht’s smile is a national treasure no matter when I see it.)

(…national treasure…)

Emma: “Ah!”

Licht: “What?”

Emma: “I have a good idea.”

(With this you might be able to find scenery from other countries!)

After savoring the seasonal tart slowly, we convinced the staff to package the rest for us to take home.

I took Licht’s hand and headed to a certain place.

Sariel: “You want to see inside the treasury?”

Emma: “Yes.”

I had approached the subject while offering tea and a lightly sweetened cake to Sariel while he took a break.

It was only natural that I got a questioning response.

Emma: “Rhodolite is the land of art and roses, so there are many works of art in the court, right?”

Emma: “I want to see paintings by artists from all over the continent.”

Licht: “… I see.”

Licht: “If there’s a similar painting in the court that would definitely be a clue.”

Emma: “Right?”

Sariel: “Are you looking for something? I’m not sure you’ll find it, but it’s fine for you to look in the treasury.”

Emma: “Eh…it’s okay?”

Sariel: “Why are you surprised?”

Emma: “Well the treasury is such an important place that it’s heavily guarded, so I didn’t think it would be possible to get permission so easily…”

Sariel: “Is it really that strange? You are Price Licht’s fiancée.”

Sariel: “You have the right to freely browse the treasury. Here you go.”

Sariel takes out a key from the desk drawer and drops it into my hand.

Emma: “Thank you—”

Sariel: “However, as you said earlier, it houses important cultural property that is under security.”

Sariel: “Don’t play hide and seek in the treasury and break the artwork like Prince Licht did in the past.”

Licht: “…don’t bring that up, Sariel.”

(That really happened?)

Emma: “I understand, I’ll keep my head up!”

The treasury of Castle Rhodolite was even more expansive than the dance hall.

(Even so, it feels cramped because there are so many things.)

As befits the name of the land of art and roses, countless works of art were stored in the treasury.

I froze… if I should fall, I would crash right into the ceramic vase displayed in front of me.

Licht: “You’re too cautious.”

Emma: “Aren’t you nervous, Licht?”

Licht: “Not really? Guess I don’t understand the value of art.”

Licht: “You are far more valuable to me than the national treasures here.”

Emma: “Ah, thank you…?”

(…Licht’s words are always so sweet and make me smile.)

Licht: “There are a considerable number of paintings alone.”

Emma: “Yeah, it’s rewarding to have this many!”

Licht: “Too excited.”

Licht: “…that kind of thing is cute though.”

Licht casually presses his lips against my forehead and immediately begins to remove the cloth from a nearby painting.

(The treasury…. it’s really warm.)

After hours of quiet work—

Emma: “I might have found it.”

Removing the cloths that were hanging on painting after painting…

That’s when I found one picture that stopped my hand.

The painting was a delicate depiction of a foreign dancer.

The dancer is beautiful, and takes your breath away in admiration.

But what caught my attention was the scenery behind her.

Licht: “Which one?”

Licht came closer to the sound of my voice.

The two of us stared intently at the painting like appraisers.

Emma: “Look. First, here’s the beautiful full moon, right?  Then there’s the stage where the dancers are dancing.”

Emma: “The jumbled masses in your drawings look just like that, and most importantly, this…”

I compared one of Licht’s drawings with the painting in question.

In the picture that Licht drew when he was young, there are parts that were colored with yellow and green.

On the other hand, the painting depicts a beautiful sandy landscape that is almost transparent and green plants that are not seen around here.

(I don’t know if it’s really right, and it’s possible that it’s just a stretch, but…)

Emma: “The picture you drew was a desert, isn’t it?”

Licht: “…a desert…”

Licht: “That means it’s in Tanzanite, the land of divination and illusion—”

I try to recall the information while imagining a continental map in my mind.

Emma: “Tanzanite… I think that was the country neighboring Jade.”

Licht: “Yes. Tanzanite is the only country that has a desert, and it’s famous for its dancers.”

Emma: “So the person who told you the stories was talking about Tanzanite?”

Licht: “It’s very possible.”

Licht: “I heard that the country over there welcomes dancers and songstresses freely.”

Licht: “…and my mother was a songstress.”

I can hear my heart pounding heavily.

Emma: “Wait, Licht…”

Emma: “Who told you the story that made you draw this picture?”

Licht: “…”

Licht: “…my mother.”

An unfathomable shadow casts into his crimson eyes.

Licht: “This is where my mother wanted to go.”

[sugarcoated-lame]

get to know me tag 🌻

@emeraldmoth 🧡 thank you so much for the tag (on my main acc @its-dee-lovely I just did it over here hehe) 🥰🧡

1. were you named after anyone?

yes! so kricket is just a nickname (gasp 😱 i know) but my mom chose my real name after an actor in a soap opera that she really loved

2. when was the last time you cried?

a few nights ago re-watching Me Before You, that movie makes me sob every time 🥺

3. do you have kids?

no kids, but i do have a fur baby 🥹

4. what sports do you play/have you played?

does dance count as a sport?? i took ballet and tap for a few years in elementary school lol, but aside from that no sports

5. do you use sarcasm?

me??? sarcastic? never 👀 (yes, i think sarcasm is hard-wired into all capricorns’ brains lmao)

6. what’s the first thing you notice about people?

eyes and smiles 🥹

7. what’s your eye color?

brown with little bits of hazel

8. scary movies or happy endings?

both? but i guess if i had to choose, happy endings bc i’m such a sap 🥹

9. any talents?

i can sing, but like the previous person said i also will not prove it lol 🙈, not sure if this counts as a talent, but i’ve been told i’m really good at giving advice — I’m the therapist of my friend group haha. and baking — I’ve been vegan for the past 7 years, so I’ve been doing all vegan baking since then and i think i could probably veganize any recipe at this point and make it delicious!

10. where were you born?

NYC 🗽 !!

11. what are your hobbies?

writing fics, songwriting, poetry, reading, watching movies, singing, baking, thrifting, playing video games (currently playing the last of us), drawing although it’s been a while

12. do you have any pets?

yes!! i have a calico kitty named patches (the most unoriginal name for a calico i know, i didn’t name her lol)

AND i temporarily have my sister’s cat, Chai, living with me for the next few months!

13. how tall are you?

5’5 and a half-ish ?

14. favorite subject in school?

people always think i’m insane for this, but my favorite subject was math.. also really loved forensics and psychology!!

15. dream job?

probably a singer or an actor… or both? as a kid i really wanted to be on broadway 🥺 would also love to be an author or a photographer!

no pressure tags: @sebsxphia @sunlightmurdock @hangmanssunnies @just-in-case-iloveyou @joelsgreys @joels-shitty-puns @pascalpvnk @ryebecca @floydsmuse @gracieheartspedro @itsthevelvetline @fairyheart @sio-ina-bottle @vee-bees-blog I’m a little late to this so sorry if you’ve already done it 🧡

[rebelrebelwrites]

Fic Friday! ❤️ Rebel’s Weekly Fic Recs

As always, this week's recs are...

As always, please mind the tags on any recommended story for your own personal preferences.

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The Classic You’ve Heard Of But Somehow Haven’t Read Yet: i cannot heave my heart into my mouth by @fallofrainblog

What you need to know going in:

It’s a Sauron POV fic! Also something I read early on in my fandom days, back when I was still lurking and delaying the inevitable development of a true hyper-fixation. 😆 This one-shot follows Sauron throughout RoP S1 as he encounters Galadriel, steadily following more in love with her despite his stubborn desire not to do so — at first. Spoiler alert: he falls fast. What I love about this fic is how intentional it feels; it breathes, if that makes sense, as Sauron, by his own estimation, is drawn to Galadriel and her light, "betrayed" by his human body and heart for wanting her as badly as he does; wanting to bask in her light and strength of will. And, don’t get me wrong — she wants him back, at least while she still knows him as Halbrand — but the intensity of his feelings, however mercurial, bursts onto the page and draws you in, too. The moments of tenderness, the blaze of lust and burgeoning love, then the angst, betrayal and desperate longing… it really runs the gamut of great. This fic may traverse familiar territory in the way of post-S1 plot, but every moment feels… dare I say? Precious.

Complete, Mature

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The AU You Need to Immerse Yourself In Because, Well, Wow: The Venus of Valinor by @thecoziestbean

What you need to know going in:

When I saw this fic pop up (I think on Tumblr? I can’t recall) and read the summary, it was an immediate read + subscribe. This modern AU features Galadriel as art world royalty trying to protect a family secret — that many of the works in her family’s storied collection are straight-up fakes. (A shitty Feanor strikes again, friends.) How? By enlisting the help of the wily, way-too-sexy art thief Halbrand. A riff on the 60’s film How to Steal a Million (which I admittedly have not seen), this fic is in early days but already endlessly entertaining — and, not to mention, sexy. Get ready for deliciously flirty banter, a determined but slightly desperate Galadriel, and as always, a definitely morally dubious Halbrand. Where we go from here, I don’t know, but I’m very intrigued to find out.

WIP, Explicit

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The Complete But Never Forgotten Masterpiece: It Will Come Back by @nocaptainonthisship

What you need to know going in:

Oh man, this fic. It broke me a little, but in the best way. It’s a modern AU that can also be described as a coffee shop AU, but that doesn’t encompass all this fic is and does. The premise is simple: Galadriel falls for her coworker/neighbor, Halbrand, and they begin a casual, toxic relationship that feels so achingly well-realized the angst and hurt will have a knot forming in your chest. The relationship bends and breaks in so many ways over the course of years, and delves into some dark places (so as always, mind the tags) but in an effort to not spoil anything, I’ll just say that it comes with an explosive, blisteringly satisfying ending that will haunt me. Immediate bookmark? Hell. Yes.

Complete, Explicit

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The WIP That Will Wreck You (In the Best Way): i'm a sinking ship that's burning, so let go of my hand by @orcas86

What you need to know going in:

Can you tell I’ve been delving into more and more AUs lately (and loving it)? 🤣 Another gnawingly good entry from @orcas86, this modern AU sees Galadriel as a principal ballerina, subject to the meticulous and often mean eye (I’m so sorry, had to do it) of Halbrand, her company’s creative director. The two bite back and forth at each other in this twisted, intoxicating way, all while Galadriel is spiraling all on her own to feel something in the stifling world she’s stuck in (of her own making). This fic delivers on all the drama, jealousy, possessiveness and angst you could ask for — plus, scorching smut as always. 🔥

WIP, Explicit

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The Can't Stop Consuming No Matter What Time It Is Fic: cause i'm mistaking honey for the bees by @alicuntisms

What you need to know going in:

Aaaand another modern AU that’s got me in a dirty, dark chokehold (which is why it’s impossible to not inhale upon reading, but again, mind those tags). This fic has Galadriel and Halbrand in college; her younger and admittedly more vulnerable, and him, a graduate student who becomes enraptured and unhealthily obsessed with her at a frat party and in the resulting aftermath — to the point that she gets caught in the maelstrom of his feelings for her: possessive, heady, and definitely boasting a mean, unpredictable edge. The toying with each other; the fickle, ceaseless push and pull between the two of them is seriously edge-of-your-seat, 👀👀👀 reading. And, again, the smut? Sinfully hot. 👌👌👌

WIP, Explicit

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Me at all these fics:

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Until next week!

[m--a-r-i--a]

Questions for myself during my free time.

1. Do you prefer writing with black or blue pen?

-In my opinion, it doesn't really matter to me on what pen I'd use as long as I can write. But most of the time I use a black pen.

2. Would you prefer to live in the country or the city?

-To be honest, I prefer to live in a city than a country lol.

3. If you could learn a new skill, what would it be?

-I want to learn how to dance, be good in Mathematics, and be artistic. Wouldn't it be nice to know how to dance and know how to draw and paint? I suck at those, especially with Math. Smh.

4. Do you drink your tea or coffee with sugar?

-It doesn't really matter to me whether I drink coffee with sugar or not. I love any types of coffee as someone who drinks coffee a lot. But most of the time I drink coffee with sugar.

5. What was your favorite book as a child?

-I don't really like to read unless a book is connected to what I'm interested in. Perhaps books intertwined with Filipino subject or English subject? Lol.

6. Do you prefer baths or showers?

-Doesn't really matter as long as I'm clean. Maybe showers? Because I'm so tired of using my hands to take a bath by using the TABO.

7. If you could be a mythical creature, which would you choose?

-Manananggal or aswang? Hahahah. It'd be nice to fly lol.

8. Do you prefer reading paper or electronic books?

-My back aches just reading e-books on my computer, so I prefer reading paper in the library I suppose?

9. What is your favorite item of clothing?

-Skirts?

10. Do you like your name? Would you ever change it?

-I'm fine with my name, I just cringe everytime I'm the one who says it. If I were to change it, I would want it to be Raven.

11. Who is a mentor to you?

-My family, maybe?

12. Would you ever want to be famous? If so, what for?

-I do want to be famous. Maybe a famous writer, singer, or a video editor? But of course there are problems that I would be facing if I were to become famous.

13. Are you a restless sleeper?

-I don't have an idea, honestly. I sleep comfortably naman. But these days I find it hard to sleep because I think about a lot lately.

14. Do you consider yourself a romantic?

-Probably not. I do flirt with my friends as a joke but if it were to be a real flirting thing, I'd cringe.

15. Which element best represents you?

Element in the periodic table ba? Maybe Oxygen kasi hangin utak ko minsan sa kalutangan.

16. Who do you want to be closer to?

-God, hahah. Hindi kasi ako masyadong maka-Diyos kagaya ng iba that's why I want to try and build a close relationship with him. I want to know what it feels like being connected to God.

17. Do you miss someone at the moment?

-Oo, 'yung mga close kong 'di ko na close ngayon. Bond din namin ng mga friends kong malayo na kami sa isa't isa dahil magkaiba ng section at may different circle of friends na rin sila.

18. Tell us about an early childhood memory.

-Nilagyan ko ng ipis pagkain ng kaklase ko noong Nursery.

19. What is the strangest thing you have eaten?

-Balut? It has a chick inside eh, sometimes it still even has feathers. It looks disgusting but it's delicious in my opinion.

20. What can you see outside your bedroom window?

-Wala akong bedroom eh. Outside of the window na lang ng bahay namin. Hahhaha, ang nakikita ko lang naman kapag sumilip sa bintana is bahay ng kapitbahay namin. Does that even make sense?

21. What are you most thankful for?

-Sa family ko? Sa friends ko? Hahaha. Sa sarili ko na rin kasi nagpapakatatag ako at hindi pa rin sinasabit leeg ko sa kung saan para matigok.

22. Do you like spicy food?

-Yes, of course! :))

23. Have you ever met someone famous?

-Si Jhong Hilario? He's a brother of my ninong e. Ex-B and other famous na artista singer na pumupunta sa Makati kapag may Fiesta. 'Yung stage sa Evangelista minsan doon sila o kaya minsan sa Lucban nilalagyan ng stage.

24. Do you keep a diary or journal?

-May diary ako noong 5th grade. It was a must sa Filipino subject, laging tsinetsek ng teacher namin. 'Di ko na 'yon sinusulatan ngayon. May isa pa akong diary noong 7th grade, 'di ko na rin sinusulatan. May e-diary din ako, sinusulat ko ang nangyayari sa buhay ko sa Notes app sa cellphone ko, na ngayon ay sira na. Hahaha, sayang mga memories ko roon sa cellphone na 'yon. Katamad na rin magsulat ng diary ngayon kaya kahit sa notebook or notes app sa cellphone ko ngayon eh hindi ko na ginagawa.

25. Do you prefer to use pen or pencil?

-Pen, malabo kapag lapis e. But sometimes pencil, if there's something that I'll do and using a pencil is necessary.

26. What is your star sign?

-Aries

27. Do you like your cereal crunchy or soggy?

-Soggy. It gives a feeling I can't explain through words.

28. What would you want your legacy to be?

-Maipaglaban ko ang Pilipinas sa makabagong panahon kahit sa simpleng pagsusulat lang kagaya ni Jose Rizal. Lalo na ngayon dahil sa isyu patungkol sa WPS.

29. Do you like reading? What was the last thing you read?

-Never liked reading unless the book peeked my interest. Huli kong binasa is ang libro kong may pamagat na "Korespondensiya sa Filipino". Naglalaman siya ng kung paano magsulat ng iba't ibang mga liham.

30. How do you show someone you love them?

-I give gifts and my time. Ganoon ako mag-express. Hindi ko kaya sa salita at sa physical touch eh. hahahah.

31. Do you like ice in your drinks?

-Yeah, who doesn't? I just avoid ice or cold drinks when there's an occassion I have to go to and kakanta ako. I don't want to sing with a hoarse voice and may phlegm na nakadikit sa lalamunan ko. Uubo-ubo ako niyan habang kumakanta which is annoying lol.

32. What are you afraid of?

-Death? I'm sensitive with that topic. It triggers my panic attacks.

33. What is your favorite scent?

-Vanilla all the waaayyyy!

34. Do you address older people by their first or last name?

-It doesn't matter to me. I address older people the way they want me to call them. First or Last name doesn't matter.

35. If money was not a factor, how would you live your life?

-Happily, doing the things I love without worrying about money (how to spend and kumita ng money to fulfill the expenses needed to live in everyday life). Ang hirap kasi sa pera, minsan kukuha ka ng propesyong ayaw mo para lang mataas kitain mong pera, dahil ang talagang propesyong magpapasaya sa'yo at ang mga gusto mong gawin sa buhay eh kakarampot lang ang salaping kikititain mo.

36. Do you prefer swimming in pools or in the ocean?

-None of the above, I don't know how to swim sadly.

37. What would you do if you found $50 on the ground?

-50$ 2,500 pesos 'yon sa Pinas. Ise-save ko siyempre kung walang nagmamay-ari pero kung mayroon e 'di isauli. Hahaha, biyaya na 'yan sa'kin! Mukhang pera eh, charot.

38. Have you ever seen a shooting star? Did you make a wish?

-I saw a shooting star noong nasa Baguio ako, inabangan ko talaga 'yon since binalitang may shooting star e. Nag-wish ako, that's normally what people would do right?

39. What is one thing you would want to teach your children?

-Proper decision making, para hindi sila matulad sa'kin na poor decisions ang kadalasang nagagawa sa buhay.

41. What can you hear right now?

-Electricfan namin na umaandar.

40. If you had to have a tattoo, what would it be and where would you get it?

-I want a Treble clef ang ganda eh lalo na mahilig ako sa music. Maybe sa wrist ko.

42. Where do you feel the safest?

-Sa bahay, tapos mag-isa lang ako at tahimik ang paligid. Tamang kinig lang ng music at minsan sasabayan ko by singing.

43. What is one thing you want to overcome/conquer?

-Fear ko sa death, anxiety ko and depression? Hirap mabuhay ng may ganiyan. Dagdag ko na rin pagiging mahiyain ko.

44. If you could travel back to any era, which would you choose?

-Era ng may mga kings and queens? Idk bobo ako sa history.

45. What is your most used emoji?

-crying emoji HAHAHAHHAH 😭 I use it as a laughing emoji.

46. What is your favorite season? Why?

-Rainyyyy, ang kalmado lang.

47. How would you spend your ideal day?

-Sa bahay lang. Tulog-kain-music-piano-kanta-kain.

48. Describe yourself using one word.

-Mahiyain

49. What do you regret the most?

-Desisyon kong hindi pinag-isipan nang mabuti.

50. Invent your own word. What does it mean?

-Shanxioussion. Shy and anxious🥲 Someone na hindi kayang makihalubilo sa iba? Ang hirap ipaliwanag basta similar diyan.

[poignardeparlebeau]

got tagged by beloved @portokali tyyy <3

are you named after anyone? yeah im greek. mom's side.

when was the last time you cried? last week! frustration crying due to family stuff and a lot of other things building up, bc repression yay!!

do you have kids? god no.

do you use sarcasm a lot? me? noooooo (yes)

what sports do you play? used to but not anymore and kinda miss it tbh. maybe i will try again this year. either volley again or officially trying football. we'll see if i actually have time.

what’s the first thing you notice about people? hmmmm their eyes i guess? their expressions? if they like me or not? im not sure really, their comfort level with me? it depends on the person and if i know them.

what’s your eye color? brown

scary movies or happy endings? happy endings babey!!!! im a sucker and a romantic (and also a big scaredy cat)

any special talents? making delicious rice everytime i make some

where were you born? greece (sigh)

what are your hobbies? atm drawing and reading and playing video games. im trying to slowly incorporate some exercise into my life but we shall see. also movies and series bc i NEED to finish with this fucking degree

do you have pets? no :(

how tall are you? 170cm so 5'5 i think? (the internet says yes)

favorite subject in school? hmm well not in the last years of it but language and literature always favourites bc im a NERD. and of course art bc she let me draw in my corner and praised me.

dream job? storyteller!!! either as a screenwriter or an artist or an animator. whatever suits me best at the stage of life i am in and the story i wanna say

tagging @iveneverbeenmorestressedinmylifevenever @alalumin @loukoumia @darkside-cookies @amaliatheartist and whoever else wants to do it!!!

[justonemorechapternicercy]

Thank you @liannaflower for the tag!

Are you named after anyone?

No. Well, yes, but not after a family member. I was named after the book character my mom read while she was pregnant with me.

When was the last time you cried?

Five days ago-ish.

Do you have kids?

No, but I'm not exactly planning to have either...

Do you use sarcasm a lot?

Yes. Maybe not a lot lot, but I tend to use it.

What’s the first thing people notice about you?

Definitely my hair. It's unusually long, very noticable.

What’s your eye color?

Blue, sometimes grayish.

Scary movies or happy endings?

Definitely happy endings. Scary movies can be good, but I'd rather have happy endings.

Any special talents?

Actually, yes. I'm very proud of my desserts, that I can make delicious desserts out of basically nothing, without any recipes.

Where were you born?

Secret ;)

What are your hobbies?

Baking, writing, obviously. Reading, duh. Painting and drawing, embroidering, traveling.

Do you have any pets?

Not anymore :(

What sports do/have you played?

I used to do horse riding, yoga, dance, skating, roller skating... But I'm not a sporty person, so I abandoned all of them :/

How tall are you?

168 cm

Favorite subject in school?

Creative experience design

Dream job?

Hm 😏

Tagging anybody who wants to do it 💕💕💕

[goodboytown]

Dang you can draw and write? (Rhetorical question, you're not supposed so answer that) What are your favourite things to draw and your fav situations to write about

BANTER and characters ARGUING. delicious back and forth dialog. i like writing dramedies... because i can be a little serious and a little silly at the same time. i like making readers Feel the way the characters do. i like writing... characters drinking, i've come to realise. alcohol is a reoccurring theme in my stories... not all of them, but a good handful. it's funny because i'm sober now :) i guess you could say most of my writing is adult-orientated, but not in a nsfw way. i like to tease sexual themes, but rarely provide.

drawing... i love drawing... silly things... i used to draw a lot of emotional stories/situations. i used to really feed off the reactions of people. i loved to challenge myself, can i make someone cry? ho ho ho yes i can. and that's why i was given a lot of the emotional and heartfelt Bluey episodes to board over the seasons. these days, i prefer more lighthearted subjects... it just makes me feel good :) also... i've always been a fanartist. i just like to draw characters i already know... and i like putting them in situations that the original creators might've never thought about. i like to celebrate them