#but that's just me. I am not against Blaze at all. It's a good thing

[wishingstarinajar]

I will hysterically laugh if someone actually Blazes a post of mine, and then I'd be mildly horrified because why did you pay for that??

[solalunar-eclipse]

To everyone in the comments begging for a fic about this: PLEASE go read Heart of Gold with Blood-Red Eyes!!! It’s by this artist and features Shadow in a similar dynamic with Fleetway Super Sonic, and it is fantastic.

[dollfacefantasy]

billy butcher x fem!reader cw: nsfw (18+), smut, fingering i am so down bad i had to get this out of my system

Everywhere he went, you followed Billy around like a puppy. Always watching him with adoring eyes, lingering by his side to see what he was up to. At first he pinned it on you looking for reassurance as the newbie in the group, but after a few weeks, it was obvious that your attachment ran deeper. You obviously had quite the crush. 

You spoke to him with more nerves in your voice. Followed his orders down to the letter and damn near saluted him when you received them. He could scowl at you or scold you, and you might scurry away with your tail between your legs for the hour. But give it some time, and you'd be back.

He didn’t know what to make of it. Sure it was... flattering, and technically, you were still doing your job well, performing on missions as you should. But at the same time, it was distracting having a sweet young thing like you prancing around him at all times, seeking his approval with each breath you took. He was supposed to be focusing on revenge, justice, saving the world and all that. But fuck, one look at you and that's all a distant memory.

At the end of the day, he's just a man. He needs to have a taste. One night when the two of you are out scouting, he gets you alone in the van. It only takes a tender look and a few words in a lilted tone of his voice to have you cumming on his fingers and your panties in the pocket of his coat. A few days later, you blow him in a public bathroom while you wait for a target to show up. After that, he eats you out at your desk in the office.

Tonight he gets you back to his place. He's sat on the sagging couch, thighs spread wide enough to accommodate you between them. He holds you there. You're bent in half with your legs up in the air. One of his arms is hooked around them for support while his other is curved around your bottom to get at your dripping pussy.

His thick fingers pump in and out. He works at a moderate pace for now, not enough to break you just yet, but the perfect rhythm to make you squirm your ass against his solid bulge. You have your bottom lip between your teeth, looking up at him with droopy, glazed eyes. All he can do is smirk in return.

"Feel good? You like gettin' that little cunt stuffed full?" he teases.

His voice comes out hushed despite the fact that it's just the two of you. The words rumble up from his chest against your back. You just nod in response. Any words that would have been suitable have turned to mush in the pit of your belly.

The wordless gesture doesn't stop him at all. It only spurs him forward. His entire hand is coated in slick by now, your arousal seeps out with each pump and slips over the expanse of his palm. Wet, erotic noises emanate from your center while soft whimpers pour from your lips. He squeezes your legs up tighter, smooshing your breasts down.

"I know you do, pup. Such a needy thing," he says, "Following me around like I got you collared and leashed."

You moan at the image of that filling your mind. If he wanted you to, you would. You'd kneel at his feet, bound and pretty, displaying your devotion to him around your neck. You'd rest your empty little head on his knee and zone out while he pet you and called you his good girl.

"Oh, she likes that," he chuckles as your walls clamp around him.

You nod eagerly before arching your back and yelping as his thumb starts swiping across your puffy clit.

"Atta girl. Panting like a bitch in heat for me," he murmurs and nuzzles your temple.

You whine like one too, trembling in his arms as the coils of pleasure tighten in your tummy. Your eyes flutter, lashes dusting your cheeks as you look up at him. He watches on with his own lust blazing in his eyes.

He fucks his fingers into your tight heat faster, curling them a bit to stroke that sweet spot inside you. Some drool slips from between your lips at the onslaught of stimulation. His fingers were just so fucking thick. Only two of 'em were in right now. He hadn't let you take his cock yet, but you could only imagine how snug of a fit it would be if this was any indicator.

"There you go, love. You're getting there," he praises as he continues sliding his fingers in and out while massaging your bundle of nerves.

"F-fuck," you whimper, "Gonna cum soon."

"I can tell," he rasps, "Go head and do it. Wanna see you come apart for me."

Soft noises of ecstasy bubble from your lips. You were nothing if not dedicated to pleasing this man, so you give him what he wants. It only takes a few more flicks and thrusts of his digits to get you to crash into bliss. 

Your head tilts back as you cum. Your legs kick lightly in the air, but he keeps you in place. You squirm against his broad, warm chest. Your cunt locks tightens around his fingers, wishing so fucking badly that it was his cock.

He kisses you as you start to come down. His lips land on yours and capture every delicious sound you make. Your breathing calms and returns to a normal pace along with your heart rate slowing down. Your legs bend over his forearm before he lets them down gently and allows you to just sink back into his body.

You're soaked between your legs, inner thighs slippery with release. As he withdraws his fingers, your pussy is already aching for another part of him to fill it up again. You turn and slide your grabby hands beneath his shirt, but he simply boosts you up to sit fully on his lap.

"You're insatiable, sweetheart," he teases before pecking your lips.

"Cause you keep teasing me," you mumble.

"Yeah? Think so? I think I'm just taking my time with you."

"Takin' too long," you huff in response between kisses.

"Maybe you're just greedy and spoiled," he says.

You're about to reply with another bratty comment, but he flips you over and spreads you out on the couch. You hear the zipper on his pants slide down, and you're almost certain it's the most thrilling noise you've heard in your life. One look up at his eyes tells you you're not gonna be complaining in a couple more minutes.

[suguru-getos]

୨・┈﹕✦﹕ Kinktober Day 8﹕✦﹕┈・୧

Hawks x f!reader -> Cockwarming

Event Masterlist

a/n: soft hawksie, comfort, slice of life <3, cockwarmin.

there are times your work, your day absolutely drains the fuck out of you. you want nothing more than keigo and to be covered in the duvet of his wings. today you were late from work, reaching home at 10 pm. it was irritating— you were drained and your shoulders were slumped, keigo noticed the lack of ease and effortlessness in your body language and facial expressions in the morning itself. a sudden murmur when he wore his hero jacket, “why don’t you take an off from work sweetie? take my card and spoil yourself a bit mm?” keigo tried, but you dismissed his proposal. “no, im good thanks kei” your smile also seemed forced—

now that you had returned home, keigo came over to you immediately. wearing his grey joggers and a white tee. fuck he didn’t even have to try !! he was so ethereal. the blazing sun had toned down in japan & keigo’s golden tan with it. you walked towards him, hugging him eagerly. a musical chuckle escaped him as his hands groped your back, “aww~ my cute little birb.” he mumbles, leaning back and kissing your lips softly, melting away your stress and worries. “dinner?” he muses, tucking a stray strand of your hair behind your ear.

“mhm, what do we have?” you asked him, nuzzling against his palm when he cupped your face. “mm, whatever you want is what we have. keigo’s kitchen especially catered to his baby girl.” he grinned. you love that he addressed himself as keigo and not ‘hawks’ in front of you.

“some chicken soup.” you hummed, smiling back at him tenderly, through tired eyes.

“gotcha~” he took out his phone to check for outlets and you chuckled, “hey now, wasn’t this keigo’s kitchen?” keigo bit his lip, blushing with a grin. “yes it is, just out sourcing some stuff.” he winked, sounding exactly like the man of your dreams — oh wait, he is.

the dinner came in quick, by the time you were out of the shower, a stray plume caressed your cheek, making you giggle as you paved your way towards the dining area. “dinner is ready missy, sit down.” keigo looked at you, still in the bathrobe and whistled. “oh my~” you blushed and rolled your eyes at his antics, sitting down and having dinner with your husband. things seem so great when you start counting these little moments that life awards you with your man.

once the dinner was finished, where you talked to him about work, he talked about his— well, as much as he could share of course. you got up. flustered at what you’re about to ask. “wanna, cockwarm.” the words came out of your mouth easy. keigo smirked, “mm? want to feel daddy that close huh?” you nodded, blushing and looking down.

you nodded, looking into his eyes because you know he likes it. “yeah, wan’- wan’ to feel you close keigo.” you looked down, fuck his siren gaze with his marked golden eyes made you shiver. “and too tired for the whole sex.” you pouted, while keigo observed you in awe.

“mkay, if my sweet little girl wants that, who the hell am i to deny her demands? don’t want to be a bad daddy to my kid.” he winked, carrying you bridal style, a low purr escaping him when you lean against his chest as he took you to your shared bedroom.

“looks like gotta work you up first mm? how else are you gonna take daddy’s cock?” keigo smirked, oh he had no filter at times… you pouted, quite impatient and wanting to feel stretched & full already. after all these years with you, keigo has become an excellent mind reader. “okay okay~ let me get the lube, mm?” he cooed, pulling the knot of your bath suit and kissing your exposed tits. tugging at your nipples just to check how far he could go with them. they get really sensitive depending upon the time of the month & keigo doesn’t want to hurt his darling.

spreading your legs, pupils dilating in anticipation, keigo lubed up your pretty pussy and groaned when you arched your back at him rubbing your clit. “there she is, there she is.” he hums, spreading your cunt lips and thrusting himself in slowly. you arched your back and whined, gasping at the stretch. “fuck— i can’t.” you moaned when keigo pressed your pelvis, making you feel just how deep he’s reaching.

“that’s it sweetness, that’s it. ssh~ you’re taking it so well.” he crooned, kissing your neck and stilling. your eyes were glossing up. overwhelmed by the smouldering amount of love keigo showers you with. “i love you.”

“i love you too.” he said it like a silent prayer, smiling tenderly at you and leaning beside, adjusting your position & kissing your forehead deeply. “cute. my cute little angel birdie.” he smiled, kissing your eyelids. “let it go for me okay? all your worries, all your stress. because i’d always be here.”

and he’ll always be there for you. <3 you don’t doubt that.

[neuvistar]

Can i ask for Welt with breeding kink? Yk i am OBSESSED with that dilf😻

BABY-MAKING!

— featuring ┊welt yang x fem!reader

— warnings / content warnings ┊cw: breeding kink??, multiple orgasms, belly bulge??, uhm uhm hes a lil messy n rough w it! welt being a needy lil bitch, pussy so good bro kept cumming inside, use of nicknames, this mf is so filthy when it comes to breeding u like it isn’t even him anymore bro /j, overall suggestive themes || 18+ MINORS DO NOT INTERACT

— a/n ┊i’m so sorry this has been sitting in my drafts for awhile but jesus i love that dilf too hes so fine, he’s expiring a bit like i said but it’s alright! i think he can handle it!

WELT YANG has a breeding kink. and he knows it. he’s always been so obvious about it, always asking you what your thoughts were on having children, if you were okay with those thoughts, asking you about pregnancy, blah blah blah! but you never took the hint, so you were just there and thought how sweet your husband was asking you about future plans between the two of you. it all came down one night when he absolutely lost it, letting his mind wander and take over him once and for all.

you decided it was a good idea to tease him one day, wearing some crappy old top you bought years ago. little did you know, it got.. a lot more smaller as your body grew. you tried pulling down your shirt, trying to cover yourself from welt hoping he wouldn’t notice. from time to time, welt would notice you clutch your shirt tighter each second, pulling them down to cover yourself. he couldn’t help but stare at how hot you look in that top.. he couldn’t help but just stare intensely at how your nipples grew harder by the second, poking out of your thin cotton top with a deep red hue on your face. were you doing this on purpose? he swallowed the lump in his throat as his eyes wandered from your thighs, to your face, then lastly to your chest, gulping at the sight of how well your shirt shaped your breasts, wondering how well it would fit if your breasts were swollen with milk for your baby, oh.. what a sight to behold that would be.

welt licked his lips at the thought, feeling your presence beside him as you had your hand on his thigh nuzzling against his shoulder, unknowingly rubbing your breasts against his biceps. “aren’t you tired of doing all that work, baby? ‘s too much.” you cooed, rubbing his thigh with your thumb in a circular motion.

“not really, no. i still have a few things to do. it’s late, run along and get some rest. i’ll join you for bed later.” he pushed up his glasses, tucking a strand of your hair behind your ear. but he just.. can’t help but notice how your nipples were poking out your shirt, how your shorts barely covered your plushy thighs.. he couldn’t take this for much longer.

“welt, i’ve been thinking.” you heard him hum, eyes still on his laptop as you shifted closer to his body, feeling his warmth against yours. “i’ve been thinking about how.. i think i’m ready.”

“ready for what?”

“for a baby.”

he froze in place, did you really just say that? he felt the blazing lust he was struggling to hold back wash over him, you leaned over to kiss his neck and before you know it, two hands grabbed your wrist pinning you down, knocking the air from your lungs as welt took off his glasses looking at you with such lust you’d never seen before.

“don’t play games with me, [name]. are you dead serious?”

“i’ve never been more serious in my life. i want a baby, welt. i want you to make me a mommy.”

well. that escalated quickly.

in a blink of in eye, you both were in the bedroom. back pressed against the soft mattress of the bed as welt hoisted your legs up around his waist, raising a brow at you in which you responded with a nod. he eagerly interlocked his lips against yours. his hands would slide under your shirt, taking your breast in his hand as he pinched your hardened nipples, twisting and tugging at them. “you want me to make you a mommy, hm? i’ll fulfill that wish of yours over and over again.. as much as i want.” you whined at his words, feeling his huge cock rubbing against the slit of your wet pussy. “y-you sure that’d fit?” you had your hand on his pelvis, holding him back before he leaned over to your ear, bring his voice down to a whisper. “i’ll make sure to stretch you out, don’t worry.”

he aligned his his erected cock with your soaking hole, slamming himself inside throwing his head back at the euphoric feeling of his dick inside of you “shit..” welt mumbled a few curses under his breath as he begin to move, raising your hips with your eyes sealed shut as “yeah.. that’s it. you’re doing great, sweetheart. you want a baby? s-shit.. i’ll fucking give you one.“ he rammed his cock inside, wrapping one arm around your waist pulling your bodies close together as he abused your needy hole with his dick. “you look absolutely ravishing, sweetheart. look at how good i’m fucking you.” you could feel your tight walls clench around him each hard thrust, he grabbed your hips and angled your body a certain way, making his cock brush against spots you never knew could feel so good. your body shook as you came on his cock the first time. “hm.. you liked that, huh? did that feel good?”

your moans and cries only grew louder, welt’s lips tracing down along the flesh of your neck, pounding into your sweet spot over and over again, the tip of his dick kissing your cervix. he was so rough with you.. you even asked yourself if this was really your husband, ramming into you over and over again. but you didn’t mind. really. welt’s dick was coated with a thick halo of white as you reached your second orgasm, whining at the continuous roughness of his harsh thrusts, one hand pinning your wrists above your head while the other squeezes your throat, applying enough pressure to force out a choked moan out of your lips. “gonna breed you so good, sweetheart. gonna breed you til i make you a mommy, you want that?” his hands reached down to caress your stomach, feeling him slide in and out of you, his lips curved into a smirk. “fuckin’ you s’ good that i can even see myself fucking you. look.” you hesitantly stared down at your stomach, seeing a deep bulge as you could see his cock thrusting inside you through your stomach, he grunted as he reached his climax, cumming inside.

“one more, baby. one more f’me.” you squirmed under his touch, mouth hung open as welt licked his lips, lifting your knees, pushing them down against the mattress as this position felt a little new to you, thrusting himself inside once more. “that’s it, pretty girl. take it all, mhm? ‘gonna fill you up until this pretty pussy has milked my cock to the brim.” you couldn’t do it anymore, you were a lot more sensitive than you usually are, even the thought of your beloved husband putting a baby in you was enough to make you go crazy. welt desperately wanted was to caress your stomach, caress it knowing he was the one who got you pregnant, and you were bound to have his child. he wanted more of you and it showed.

“take it.. take it all. take it like the good girl you are..” welt slowed his pace down, slowly but steadily, making sure not to miss a single beat. he was getting desperate.. you could tell. he wanted to get you pregnant already, he wanted to see your belly grow with his seed, he wanted to see it for himself. “keep clenching around me like that, princess.” he whispered lowly, voice filled with ecstasy as you felt his dick slide deeper and deeper inside of your abused little hole, stretching you out just like how he wanted.

“so tight.. you feel so fuckin’ good..” welt used all strength left in his body as he thrusted deep inside you, making sure not to miss any spot leaving no part untouched. “c—cummin’.. m’ cumming..” you whined, holding onto his arms before you squirted on his cock one final time as he came inside you too, streams of his load inside, coating the soft walls of your cunt.

“..was i too rough on you, sweetheart? are you alright?” the brunette panted, planting a kiss on the temple of your forehead as a way to say sorry, before you wrapped your arms around his neck. “n-not really.“

he grinned, spreading your legs apart as he went on to lick the mess he created in your pussy, licking it clean. “lemme clean you up, alright? stay still.”

-

long story short, he was not licking you clean, instead he made things more messier than it was.

[alexiethymia]

Boiling Hot Iron vs Lukewarm Water

Maomao's Way of Affection Part 2

[LN 12 spoilers]

I AM ACTUALLY FOAMING AT THE MOUTH. I mean I read it somewhere, but apparently yes, Maomao does initiate the kiss in the light novel. Even if she did accept his feelings, I always thought that it might have been too fast the way she was ready for a night visit already, but I always chalked it up to her upbringing in the pleasure district and her being fifty-fifty that Jinshi wouldn't actually try anything. But the fact that she is the one to actually instigate a kiss, and quite a sweet one at that, while Jinshi was sleeping. This scene in LN 12 really is in contrast to the scene in LN 5 where it was Jinshi who forced the kiss, and even to later on when Maomao ends up falling asleep and Jinshi restrains himself to a kiss on the forehead for replenishment.

It's hard to be coherent with my ramblings but one of the reasons why I love this series is the slow burn on Maomao's part which is really fulfilling, and the slight angst we get because of that, and not just on Jinshi's part.

Below is a translation from the Spanish translation of LN 12:

She just doesn't get it. He wants to step down from his position near the top of the country for a purpose. If that purpose was MaoMao himself, he would definitely have gone mad.

It's as hot as cast iron.

Maomao is not interested in such blazing heat. The only thing she can give back is a warm temperature.

Slowly puts his hand on Mr. Jinshi's cheek and feels his body temperature, which is the same as warm water. Her cheek was slightly colder. His eyelids were completely closed and he rubbed his cheek against my hand like a kitten to be pet. Looks like he sleeps, like he feels safe.

Maomao seems to struggle with the inequality of Jinshi's feelings and hers. She compares Jinshi's feelings to hot cast iron, and hers to warm water. And no wonder, to her, Jinshi willing to give up everything, including his position, for her, seems to be such a passionate love. As much as she snarks and would rather say that she could just do without all of Jinshi's gestures (*cough branding himself for example, this damn masochist cough*), she recognizes how much Jinshi has given up and is willing to give up for her, not to mention all that he has in fact given her.

She even goes to say, "I don't even have anything in return for you." When she says this line, I think that she isn't just referring to being unable to return the depth of Jinshi's feelings, but even their difference in position. As Suiren observes, despite Maomao's forthrightness, perhaps because of the environment they're in, she is very much aware of her station.

It's such a melancholic line coming from her. It seems to me as if she really is afraid of hurting Jinshi. She already doesn't like the thought of Jinshi being hurt like Luomen, but now she also doesn't want to be the one to hurt him. On top of that, for the normally aloof Maomao, it may be that she's starting to feel unconfident precisely because of the difference in position.

Maomao strikes me as a person who wants to be used. Even when she wasn't in love with Jinshi yet, she always seemed to want to be praised for doing a good job. So for her to think that it's just her who keeps receiving and receiving, while not being able to give anything back, the inequality (this time going in the reverse direction) must bother her a lot. She never used to care so for her to feel different from how she usually does because of Jinshi - caring about him, being unsure of herself because of him - oh she must hate how that feels so no wonder she wants to remove herself from the equation. But alas, it's too late.

Unlike Maomao though, I don't think that there's such a disparity between her feelings and Jinshi's despite that she describes his feelings as boiling hot and hers as warm. Yes definitely I feel that Jinshi's feelings may be stronger, but I feel that Maomao's is actually closer to his than she thinks. I think it may be because the nature of their feelings may be strongly influenced by their past.

Jinshi has always had the things he's loved taken from him. He wasn't allowed to prioritize a single thing or a single person because of the responsibilities he's had to assume from such a young age. Sure he's childish now but that may be because he had to grow up fast. Of course he would be desperate and slightly bit manic when it comes finally falling in love. He'll always feel that Maomao will be taken away from him unless he does something about it with his own hands.

Meanwhile, because of Maomao's complicated past with her birth parents, it's no wonder that Jinshi's passion unnerves her. Remember it was that same passion that caused her mother to hurt her. No wonder she doesn't want it. But when it comes to that feeling called love, that's the only version she recognizes because that's what she's been surrounded with in the pleasure district and even in the rear palace - lust imitating love, or even if it was love, a passionate and all-consuming love that destroys everything in its path.

But what does Jinshi make her feel? Trust. Safety. Even if her rational mind tells her that people's feelings change, Jinshi's constant proclamations that he will make everything be ok so that the both of them can be together may in fact actually reassure her. Heck, perhaps that was why Maomao goaded him to make that verbal confession a while back, precisely so she could have that assurance. She doesn't recognize it because she's never seen or had it, but perhaps this stability is something she's wanted her whole life. And I would say her feelings for Jinshi are nearly as strong as his for her, precisely because she feels for him the same way he makes her feel. Nothing passionate but also uncertain. But rather something warm and can be relied on. It's a feeling that pushes her to want to see him safe and healthy. It's a comforting and homey feeling that allows her to relax. And for Maomao who's always considered herself frigid, for her frozen heart to feel that warmth is also a tiny miracle in a way.

Jinshi is childish. Maomao is weird. But apart from their extremes, they're actually a lot alike - engrossed in their work, willful, but ultimately just. Apart from anything else, they're at ease when they can talk to each other. It's actually interesting for me to see how those emotions develop from Maomao's side since Jinshi is giving her space to take things at her own pace, another slow burn in a way. But while Jinshi's love is loud, Maomao's love is quiet. Even before this admission, it was always there, in the soft touches to the hair or cheeks, in being a refuge for rest and sleep, in her worry when he was overworking himself. The moment I would pinpoint that Maomao had actually already fallen in love with Jinshi was when she was contemplating Enen and Yao's relationship. She thinks to herself, "the more you cared for someone, the more you wanted a say in how they behaved - especially if that behavior involved hurting themselves." Now doesn't that sound familiar?

*Note - because I loved it and I'm impatient I'll share the translations for that particular scene in LN 12 in the comments section. One is translated from the Spanish version, while the other is translated from the Korean version. I got all of this from facebook. I'm quite interested to see how it'll come out in the English version.

[pin-k-ink]

no regrets // ichikawa reno

tw ⇢ highly suggestive content, alcohol consumption, semi public stuff, dry humping, nipple play, making out, drunken confessions, dirty talking, he basically humps your hand at one point

wc ⇢ 4.3k

The raucous sound of laughter and clinking glasses slowly faded into the night as you guided Reno's unsteady steps away from the division's celebration. Despite his typically reserved demeanor, your oldest friend had clearly indulged a bit too much in the post-mission festivities.

"Geez, Reno," you chided gently, keeping a firm grip around his waist as he swayed against you. "I've never seen you cut loose like this before. Who knew you were such a lightweight?"

He made a disgruntled noise in the back of his throat but didn't protest the mild jab. Instead, Reno simply squeezed his eyes shut and leaned into you further, radiating warm contentment in a way you rarely saw him allow.

"S'not...so bad once in a while," he mumbled, forehead brushing your temple as you navigated the darkened path back towards the base. "Been a rough few months...felt good to kick back a little."

You hummed in reluctant agreement, recalling the harrowing mission that had landed Reno in the infirmary alongside Iharu. Seeing their battered forms in those hospital beds had twisted your insides into knots.

Perhaps it was understandable, even admirable, that the typically unflappable Reno had finally let his usually rigid self-control slip after such a close brush with oblivion.

"For what it's worth," you murmured, tightening your steadying grip fractionally, "I'm glad you made it through okay, dummy. Don't know what I would've done if--"

The words stuck in your throat as Reno abruptly shifted back just enough to pin you beneath the weight of his piercing blue stare. Though glazed from the sake, those striking eyes still shone with the same diamond-edged intensity that never failed to rob you of breath.

"I wasn't gonna let some dumb kaiju be the thing that kept me from you, [Y/N]," he husked out, deep timbre reverberating through where your bodies were pressed flush. "Not when you've always been my...my reason for..."

Trailing off, Reno simply shook his head in a jerky motion, tousled locks shadowing his suddenly troubled expression. You blinked up at him with rising bewilderment, painfully conscious of the tension singing through his powerful frame against yours.

"Reno? What are you--?"

"God, if you have any idea how crazy you drive me sometimes..."

The gravelly confession punched from his broad chest in a rush, accompanied by his rough palm rising to brush over the thin material of your top. Your breath hitched as calloused fingertips skimmed the lace pattern near your collarbone with featherlight insistence.

"The way you move out there in that suit..." Reno continued in a hushed rumble, pupils blown wide as his stare grew hooded with perceptible longing. "So graceful and brave...always diving in no matter the danger..."

His free hand found your hip and pulled you roughly against him to punctuate the breathy declaration. You choked back a whimper at the undeniable ridge of cock pressing into your lower belly through his fatigues.

"It's like being surrounded by pure fucking sin in motion," he all but growled against your lips, broad chest shuddering with each exhale that washed over your parted mouth. "How the hell am I supposed to keep my head on straight around someone as intoxicating as you?"

The desperate edge to his words robbed you of breath entirely. This was the normally cool, pragmatic Ichikawa Reno splintering before your very eyes - shedding his consummate control to reveal the blazing forge of pure hunger and need raging beneath.

All on account of something as simple as your combat suit clinging to your form...or perhaps on account of your mere presence alone. The thought set off an electric thrill sizzling through your veins hotter than any residual alcohol could excuse.

"Reno..." you rasped out tremulously, tongue darting out to wet your suddenly dry lips. "I--I didn't know you--"

But he simply shook his head, one sculpted arm banding around your waist to haul your body flush against his powerful frame with an indelible thud. The air rushed from your lungs at the collision, leaving you utterly pliant against him.

"Of course you didn't," Reno growled, hot and wrecked against the throbbing pulse point beneath your jaw. "I never wanted...I couldn't stand it if you knew how undone you leave me, [Y/N]..."

Then his mouth was slanting over yours in a branding, searing glide despite your hitched protests - all molten velvet and insistent demand as his tongue speared past your parted lips to delve hotly, deep and possessive.

Your whimper of shock swiftly dissolved into a throaty moan, fingers snarling into the thick strands of his hair on instinct as Reno ravaged your mouth with single-minded ardor. Fire licked through your veins and settled in a smoldering knot low in your belly, synapses shorting out beneath the sheer onslaught of his pent-up hunger and need now unleashed.

When oxygen became an imperative issue, you wrenched your lips free on a desperate gasp that only seemed to inflame Reno further. He laved a path of searing kisses along your arched throat, hands roaming over every lush curve with mounting desperation.

"For years..." he grated out in a barely-contained growl against your shuddering pulse, "you've been right there all this time, and I couldn't...fuck, I never dared..."

His confession fractured with a sharp inhale as you arched wantonly into his heated caresses, nails scraping his nape in silent pleading. That scorching undercurrent of need lapping at your already blazing arousal left you quaking and slick with desire, completely unmade at the mere hint of his unraveling self-control.

"Well now I've goddamn dared," Reno husked with naked resolution, dragging your mouth back to his in a searing, soultremor of a kiss. "So don't try and stop me, [Y/N]...because I've wanted this - needed you - for far too long to pull back now..."

Reno's mouth slanted over yours again with bruising intensity, tongue delving in a heated glide that stole your shuddering breaths. You whimpered against the insistent claiming, simultaneously yielding and pushing feebly at his solid chest.

"Reno...wait," you managed to gasp out when he dragged his lips free to blaze a path down your arched throat. "You're...you're drunk, we can't--"

"I know exactly what I'm doing," he growled in that gravelly baritone that zipped down your spine in licks of liquid heat.

One large palm curved around the generous swell of your breast possessively, callused thumb rasping over the hardened nipple with delicious friction. You cried out at the ripple of electric pleasure, nails scrabbling at his shoulders on instinct.

"Been wanting this for years..." Reno continued in a low rasp against the hollow of your throat. "Fooling myself all this time, pretending I wasn't utterly fucking gone over someone as gorgeous as you, [Y/N]..."

His full lips scorched over the upper curve of your chest in between each husked confession, tongue flicking out to lave at the heated flesh greedily. Your back arched despite your feeble protests, chasing the addictive blitz of sensation he was so relentlessly stoking within you.

"But not...mmf, not like this, Reno..." you gasped out desperately even as his clever digits worked your top aside to bare more of your flushed skin. "You'll regret this in the morning, we should...oh!"

Another shuddering cry tore itself free as Reno sealed his mouth over the swell of your breast, silky tongue lashing your nipple with exquisite pressure. He growled deep in his chest at your involuntary reaction, vibrations ricocheting through your nerve endings in dizzying rapture.

"The only thing I'd regret," he husked in that sinful tone dripping with promise, "is not being buried so deep inside you right now, baby..."

You whined helplessly as he rocked his clothed cock against your own throbbing pussy, coating you with the visceral evidence of his lust. Every muscle tensed and rippled beneath his sleek uniform, utterly mesmerizing you as Reno ground out a guttural sound of unchecked hunger.

"Please, [Y/N]..." he rasped suddenly, seizing your wandering hands to pin them above your head in a scorching brand. "Just this once...let me give in to temptation before I fucking combust from needing you so badly..."

Those piercing blue depths smoldered into yours with naked vulnerability and undisguised want as Reno pinned you in place with his weight. Utterly at his mercy and hopelessly undone by the intensity of his confession, your composure wavered dangerously once more.

All coherent protest dissolved into a plaintive whine as he sealed his mouth over the stiff peak of your breast again. Twin points of fire blossomed behind your fluttering lids from the exquisite torment, desire cresting hotter with each rasping lap of his sinful tongue.

"Yes..." he husked in a tone made to gut you, staring up from beneath those inky lashes. "Let me hear just how bad you want this, sweetheart. Want me..."

You writhed against him with a high keen, body practically vibrating with the need to chase more of his merciless friction even as self-preservation screamed to regain control. Reno's cock seemed to swell impossibly harder against your quivering pussy through his damp fatigues in heady response.

Before you lost yourself utterly to his whirlwind seduction, you placed a trembling hand over his corded chest and pushed weakly. "Reno, stop...you're drunk, ohhhh..."

He growled in frustration, plush lips skating across your jawline until his smoldering stare pinned you in place with the heat of a physical brand. "You think I haven't fantasized about doing this more times than I can count?" Reno rasped in accusation, grip flexing on your hip. "Tasting every sweet inch of you because you haunted every waking thought like a fever dream?"

You gulped audibly, mouth going dry as his words washed over you in an intoxicating flood of heat and promise. Reno only leaned closer, nose brushing yours in a nuzzle that made your eyes drift shut helplessly.

"Once I get started there'll be no stopping, [Y/N]," he rumbled in a tone of finality, every word shuddering through your core as if to emphasize what awaited should you surrender. "So if my being a little drunk is the only hangup...then fucking let me indulge in you properly for once."

Then his mouth was on yours again before you could muster a rejoinder - all unhurried glide and tempting suction, thoroughly devouring your gasps and whimpers of rapture. His hips undulated in tandem, thick cock dragging against your slick cunt torturously until your nails scored down his back in desperation.

After several dizzying moments teetering on the precipice of blissful oblivion, you finally tore your lips away with a ragged cry.

"No!" You gasped out harshly against his scorching follow-up kisses scattered over your bared throat. "No...we can't, Reno! I won't let you do this drunk, and...and then hate me for it later..."

You shoved him away with the last of your waning restraint, heart thundering in your ears as the space between your bodies suddenly yawned in a chasm of cold air. Reno sucked in a sharp breath, jaw tensed while he scrubbed one large palm over his features in a rare show of frustration.

"Dammit, [Y/N]..." he growled hoarsely, raking you with a look equal parts exhausted and utterly wrecked. "When are you gonna get it through that stubborn head of yours, huh? That I've wanted this - wanted you - for far too fucking long for something as petty as a whiskey-fueled haze to register?"

He raked his fingers through his disheveled hair, chest still rising and falling from exertion and undoubtedly thwarted arousal. You remained rooted where you'd staggered back, torn between fleeing to escape the yawning temptation his undone state represented...and charging back into the firestorm of his embrace to indulge every illicit yearning you'd cradled for years now.

"Fine," Reno bit out finally, looking utterly spent as he leaned back against the rough brickwork. "You want the drunk, honest truth? The goddamn truth is that I think about bending you over every flat surface going, about marking up your gorgeous skin until you're fucking ruined for anyone else, every single moment of every fucking day."

A broken noise punched up from your chest at the guttural confession, making Reno's smoldering stare sharpen into piercing focus once more. He prowled closer again, boxing you back against the opposite wall with looming intent despite your keening whimpers, until his chest brushed yours with each shallow inhale.

"And it kills me..." he husked against the slick curve of your lips, words whiskey-rough and utterly devastating. "It guts me having to pretend like I don't ache for you every second, [Y/N]. To watch you be so unaware of how completely you haunt every waking thought...how much I fucking crave you..."

Then his mouth slanted over yours with liquid heat, gentle yet utterly uncompromising in its thorough mapping of your trembling form. You sagged against him helplessly, all the fight fleeing your liquefied limbs in the wake of Reno's confession lashing you to the bone.

Stars erupted behind your lids until he finally, finally withdrew enough to let you suck down a shuddering rush of air. His eyes had taken on a hooded, molten sheen despite the sobriety returning to that penetrating gaze - unadulterated hunger now unleashed from its cage of restraint at long last.

"Whether I'm drunk or sober..." he rumbled with quiet intensity, "doesn't change the fact that you're the only thing I've ever wanted in this life. But if that's your only issue right now, then I'm more than happy to pursue you fully conscious from now on."

You blinked up at him with wide, stunned eyes, mouth working soundlessly in search of a response that wouldn't come. Reno simply smirked and slid his hands into the back pockets of your slacks with practiced ease, the picture of self-satisfied calm once more.

"Sleep on it, baby," he purred against the sting of your blush, smirk widening fractionally. "I guarantee you'll want me haunting those pretty daydreams real soon enough..."

Before you could stammer out a retort, Reno stepped back and turned to saunter away with loping strides like he didn't have a care in the world - utterly unbothered by your frozen, flushed silence ringing behind him in the stillness.

You remained slumped against the cool bricks for several charged moments with only your thundering pulse for company...dreading and craving the inevitable moment when Reno's words would indeed come slithering back to torment your every restless thought, rendering sleep a distant fantasy.

(A little while later...)

The soft clicking rhythm of your boots against the polished floors echoed through the dim corridor. Having managed to mostly compose yourself, you figured your best bet would be to escort Reno the final stretch to his personal quarters before turning in yourself.

Maybe, just maybe, you could convince your raging hormones to see reason at last if given enough time to process everything fully. Not to mention allowing Reno to sleep off the residual alcohol in his system that had clearly lowered his usual pristine inhibitions so dangerously.

Then again, you mused with a shiver, his breathless parting shot about pursuing you even while dead sober...there was no denying the raw, electrifying allure of that particular temptation.

Shaking off the tantalizing thought before it could regain its full, feverish grip, you turned into the small communal office space adjacent to the living quarters. And there, seated at one of the desks with his back to you, was the source of your quandary.

"Reno?" you ventured hesitantly, slowing your steps.

He made a low sound in the back of his throat, spine stiffening minutely as your footfalls neared. You gnawed your lower lip, suddenly unsure of how to broach the metaphorical minefield between you anew.

"Look, about...earlier..." you began only to trail off as Reno abruptly rose.

The scrape of the chair across the parquet floor made you flinch, suddenly regretting pushing the confrontation so soon. For a long moment, Reno simply remained hunched with his broad shoulders squared towards you in tense silence.

Then, with an abruptness that stole your breath, he surged upright and whirled to face you fully. You instinctively stumbled back a step at his fevered expression and the way one sculpted forearm worked visibly beneath the clinging material of his shirt.

Without preamble, he grasped the hem and tugged the garment off over his head with jerky impatience. The sudden display of his bared, toned torso gleaming with perspiration robbed you of words entirely.

"Uh...Reno, what are you--?"

"It's too damn hot for this in here," he growled, pitching the shirt aside with impunity.

You watched with eyes widening by the second as he tugged the sweat-dampened fabric up over those sculpted abdominals, flexing pectorals rippling with the motion. Reno didn't hesitate in the slightest as he stripped the garment off completely, pitching it aside with utter disregard.

"There..." he rumbled in evident satisfaction, straightening to his full towering height. "That's much better, don't you think?"

Your mouth went bone dry at the bold display of his powerful, half-naked form mere feet away. Despite your best efforts, you couldn't tear your stare from the defined ridges and hollows cording across that compact, muscular torso.

A fine sheen of perspiration gilded every dip and swell, highlighting the stark cuts of Reno's musculature in stark relief. As if hypnotized, you followed the tantalizing paths formed by each individual bead trailing from the notch of his collarbones down...down...

"See something you like, [Y/N]?" he husked out suddenly, snapping your wandering focus back up in a daze.

Reno's smoldering gaze bored into yours with darkening intensity, that penetrating blue gaze seeming to scorch you to the bone as you gaped soundlessly. He took a prowling step forward and you instinctively matched it with a retreating shuffle before you could think better of it.

The corners of Reno's lush mouth curved in a self-satisfied smirk at your visceral reaction. With each measured advance, you backpedaled until your thighs thudded against the solid oak of a desk behind you.

Trapped, you realized with a hammering pulse as Reno used his superior height to effortlessly crowd your space, not even attempting to disguise the open roaming of his stare. You swallowed hard on a thin whine as one sculpted forearm braced the desktop beside your hip, rendering escape utterly impossible.

"Nothing to say for once, baby?" Reno rumbled in that gravel-rough timbre that washed over your shivering nerve endings in sparks. "No snappy comebacks about all this not being a...what was it? A big deal?"

He cocked one elegant brow, nostrils flaring slightly as he dragged in a measured inhale - doubtless catching the first whispers of your arousal now that you were effectively pinned. You shook your head mutely, utterly unable to formulate a single coherent retort beneath the tsunami of molten need crashing through your senses.

"Good," he growled in evident satisfaction. "Because maybe...just maybe if you stay quiet long enough...you'll finally let yourself feel what this is really doing to you."

He punctuated his low utterance by snaring your wrist in one powerfully large hand and drawing it inexorably towards the vee of his hips. You felt your breath hitch in your lungs as your suddenly clammy palm encountered the rock hard length straining at the front of his fatigues.

A guttural whine tore up your throat at the feel of Reno's cock searing your skin through that thin cotton barrier. You tried weakly to tug your arm back on instinct, yet he persisted easily - guiding your slack fingers to wrap around the swollen shaft as he simply rolled his hips in a sinuous grind against your trapped palm.

"Feel that?" He rasped hoarsely, shuddering aftershocks of pleasure visibly chasing across his tensed musculature. "That's what you do to me, [Y/N]...all the fucking time, just by existing in that sweet fucking temptation of a body..."

Your knees threatened to give out beneath you as Reno picked up a relentless rhythm - dragging your hand up and down his thick, pulsing cock as he chased the friction shamelessly. With hooded, molten eyes, he drank in your expression of stunned rapture greedily while subjecting you to every intimate roll and grind of those lean, muscled hips.

"So hot and ready for it, just like this..." he rumbled darkly, daring to skate your knuckles up over the flushed tip peeking from the line of his waistband. "Makes a man go half out of his mind just thinking about finally slipping this cock deep inside you...feeling that pussy squeezing me so fuckin' tight..."

You released a strangled cry at the visual he painted so viscerally, certain you were already half-ruined with arousal just from Reno's molten words and the obscene drag of his dick against your palm. He groaned roughly in evident approval at your response, somehow managing to intensify the erotic rhythm rocking between your tangled bodies.

"Dammit, [Y/N]..." Reno growled with naked desire roughening his voice as your free hand found purchase on his bared abdomen. "Say something...tell me you want this as bad as I fucking do before I snap..."

He was already panting harshly, perspiration gilding the sharp hollows and ridges of those powerful muscles for you to drink in with unrestrained hunger now. Your fingers splayed and raked down his flexing torso greedily, following each undulation with rapt focus as your thoughts spiraled into blissful white noise.

"I..." you rasped out, barely clinging to sanity amidst the maelstrom of sensations overwhelming you wholly, "I need...Reno please!"

That was all the encouragement he seemed to require. With a low, feral growl of manifest need, Reno crushed his mouth to yours in a searing, devastating kiss.

You whimpered into the velvet heat and tangled your fingers into the dark strands at his nape, tugging him closer, closer as his tongue swept between your lips to claim you in hungry swirls and lashing caresses. It was all you could do to simply hang on as Reno's bulk boxed you against the desk immovably - pinned between blistering muscle and searing demand with no avenue of escape.

But before you could voice the dizzying scope of your need, his hand seized your wrist in a crushing grip to wrench it away from his straining erection. The sudden loss of friction drew a hoarse keen from your chest despite yourself.

"Shhh, no, fuck..." Reno gritted out, chest heaving between your separated bodies. "We...we can't, not like this..."

You blinked up at him in gradually returning awareness, stunned by the sudden reversal from his earlier heated avowals. Reno pinned you with those burning sapphire irises, jaw visibly tensing before he managed to tear his stare away from your slick, tempting lips with effort.

"At least, not while you're worried my judgement is compromised by too many shots, yeah?" he clarified in a gruff rumble, calloused fingertips stroking through your mussed strands in a soothing caress. "Because I want you more than my next breath, [Y/N]...but I won't let you doubt a single perfect second that you have all of me finally making those fantasies reality."

Another tremor wracked your form despite the fevered ache still coiling between your thighs. Not from the soul-searing rapture of his veneration still coursing through your entwined bodies...but from the profound depth of understanding and sheer adoration shining back at you from his piercing stare.

Reno might have initiated this teetering courtship drunk on liquid courage, but there was no mistaking the clarity blazing from those diamond-sharp irises now. Emboldened by sober revelation at last to stake his claim and pour every single ounce of molten desire into ensuring you never once felt anything less than worshipped utterly between his skilled embrace.

"Just..." He exhaled a steadying breath, thumb tracing over the flutter of your pulse reassuringly. "Just promise me you'll still feel the same way after tonight. That I can wake up without regrets of having ruined our friendship or whatever this is between us by finally giving in to what I've craved since--"

Your finger silenced him with a gentle press over his parted lips, smile tugging upwards despite the lingering haze of arousal. Reno's eyes hooded with fresh hunger at your touch, riveted entirely on committing this unspoken exchange to memory down to the most infinitesimal detail.

With a delicate tug, you drew his head back down until your brows brushed in a feather-light span of closeness. Your gazes locked and held across that infinite distance - lips scant inches apart, chests rising and falling in torrid synchronicity once more as you simply allowed yourself to drown in one another.

"I promise," you finally whispered in a hushed rasp of steel, the wispy heat of the words fanning across his mouth deliciously. "So wake me up already, Reno...and show me how I've ruined you completely."

His splintered groan of sweet anguish and relief swallowed your answering sigh as Reno's mouth crashed over yours to pour out every unspoken yearning he'd wrestled with since the start. This time there was no restraint, no tenuous hesitation as he branded you with molten possession - tongue delving deep, powerful body coiling yours into complete surrender as you both finally, blissfully, indulged in what simmered between you uninhibited at last.

Around you, the rest of the world fell away into insignificance against the storm of bliss raging from your joined forms. Only the whisper of half-shed clothes and the thunder of ragged breaths echoed through the dimly lit space with each glide and reverent caress leading you both deeper into rapturous ruin together.

When dawn finally streaked the horizon in pale light, two bodies lay tangled amid the scattered aftermath of your explosive joining. Reno nuzzled his face against the sweet hollow of your throat, lips quirking in private satisfaction as his lashes fluttered against your fevered skin in the softest of barely-there kisses.

"No regrets," he rumbled in a raw, utterly contented murmur muffled by your embrace.

Outside, the crisp spring morning sang with new awakenings and emboldened promise. But in the sanctuary of your shared cocoon, you had already slaked your deepest thirsts and rendered sleep a distant fantasy yet again - drunk on each other through the hazy glow of a different rapture entirely.

[inkspiredwriting]

Love, Hate, and Everything in Between

Five Hargreeves x Fem!reader

Warnings: none

Y/N and Five had the kind of relationship that was equal parts fiery arguments and undeniable chemistry. They bickered over everything, from the best way to handle temporal anomalies to whose turn it was to make coffee. But beneath the constant banter, there was a deep connection that neither of them could ignore.

One particularly intense day, after a mission that had gone sideways due to Five's impulsiveness and Y/N's stubbornness, they found themselves alone in the Umbrella Academy mansion. The argument that ensued was explosive, with both of them yelling and gesturing wildly.

"Why can't you ever just listen to me?" Y/N shouted, her face flushed with frustration.

"Because your plans are always overly complicated!" Five shot back, his eyes blazing.

They stood there, breathing heavily, the tension between them palpable. Then, without thinking, Five stepped forward and kissed her. It was as if all the anger and frustration melted away in that moment, replaced by an intense, undeniable passion.

What followed was an incredible night filled with laughter, whispered confessions, and the kind of intimacy that transcended their usual love-hate dynamic. For once, they let their guards down completely, and it was magical.

The next morning, however, brought a new challenge. Klaus, ever the nosy sibling, had noticed the change in the atmosphere. As Y/N and Five tried to navigate their way through breakfast without making eye contact, Klaus sauntered into the kitchen, a knowing smirk on his face.

"Well, well, well," Klaus drawled, leaning against the counter. "What do we have here? Did our favorite bickering duo finally decide to make up?"

Five rolled his eyes, desperately trying to keep a straight face. "Klaus, mind your own business."

Y/N, blushing furiously, tried to focus on her coffee. "Yeah, Klaus. Can't you find someone else to bother?"

Klaus chuckled, clearly enjoying their discomfort. "Oh, but this is so much more fun. You two were like a ticking time bomb, and I, for one, am thrilled to see it finally go off."

Throughout the day, Klaus continued to drop hints and make suggestive comments, much to the annoyance of Five and Y/N. During a meeting, he winked at them, causing Luther and Diego to exchange puzzled glances.

"What's with you today, Klaus?" Diego asked, narrowing his eyes.

Klaus grinned. "Oh, nothing. Just appreciating the beauty of love in unexpected places."

Five groaned, rubbing his temples. "Can we please focus on the task at hand?"

Y/N shot Klaus a warning look, but he just winked at her. "Oh, come on, Y/N. Lighten up. It's all in good fun."

As the day wore on, Five and Y/N found themselves constantly bumping into each other, their usual bickering now tinged with a new, playful energy. Despite Klaus's relentless teasing, they couldn't help but steal glances and share secret smiles.

Later that evening, after everyone had retired to their rooms, Five found Y/N on the rooftop, staring out at the city. He approached quietly, slipping his hand into hers.

"Sorry about Klaus," he said softly. "He's impossible."

Y/N laughed, leaning her head against his shoulder. "It's okay. He's actually kind of right. We were a ticking time bomb."

Five smiled, pressing a kiss to her temple. "Yeah, but maybe that's not such a bad thing."

As they stood there together, wrapped in the warmth of the moment, they realized that their love-hate relationship had only made their bond stronger.

And if dealing with Klaus's teasing was the price they had to pay, it was a small one. Because for the first time, they knew that they were exactly where they were meant to be—side by side, ready to face whatever came next.

[the-fiction-witch]

What Are You Doing Here? P2

Media - House Of The Dragon Character - Aeron Bracken Couple - Aeron X Reader Reader - (OC) Lady Lyanna Blackwood Rating - Smut Word Count - 2216

Part One

Lyanna pulled back from his lips and began to make love bites down Aeron’s neck,

With every bite she left on his neck, Aeron let out a deep, needy groan, feeling the sensitive skin of his neck burning under the heat of her mouth, and the intensity of her love bites. Aeron swallowed thickly, his breath still coming out in little pants as he felt her continue to press her lips on his neck making love bites, gently lapping on the sensitive skin and making him shiver. His hold on her hair got even tighter, his hips unconsciously bucking up desperate for her attention, but All he could do was whine and whimper, his mind growing muddled as he completely began to lose himself in the sensations from her lips.

She smirked licking against each of the new love bites as her hands moved and tugged on the ties of his doublet,

He knew exactly what she was asking for, and he quickly and eagerly began to unbutton the ties on his chest, shrugging off the garment and pulling away the shirt underneath, leaving himself completely bare and exposed to her gaze.

She chuckled and nibbled his throat just under his Adam's apple, “Excited tonight Aeron?”

“So very excited Lyly,” He groans, He felt so vulnerable, so weak and wanton as he laid out beneath her, with her mouth, teeth and tongue marking up his skin, leaving behind marks of your love and her claim on him.

She slowly kissed lower from his throat down his sternum,

The sound of low and raspy gasps, filled with so much need and desire that it would make any man shiver. Every kiss, every little touch of her mouth on his bare skin only served to excite him further, until he was a trembling, desperate mess beneath her as he clutched onto her, his chest heaving in deep breaths. “You’re teasing me…” he panted breathlessly, his eyes fluttering,

"Maybe I am, you’re ever so much fun to play with Aeron. I can only imagine the endless torment you'll endure when we're married." She smirked between kisses slowly getting lower and lower, "Finally able to be together, We'll have to move into a chamber deeper in the castle, everyone will think I'm torturing you."

Aeron shuddered, already imagining all the torturous scenarios she’s planning to put him through once they were married.

He wanted to marry her so badly, no matter what business existed between their families he wanted to wed her, always the plan he would convince his uncle another marriage unity attempt with House Blackwood would be a good idea, just so he could marry Lyanna. And if he couldn’t the two would run away together and live as smallfolk in love.

His breath hitched as her continued to press your lips down his chest, getting lower and lower, he could feel the burning fire in his gut only growing more and more intense, like a blaze about to explode into a wildfire. “If that’s the case,” he panted out, “I don’t think I’ll be able to live through… our wedding night.”

she chuckled "oh I have a plan for our wedding night," she smirked as she reached his britches where she tugged at the ties with her teeth

Aeron swallowed and felt the breath leave him, his eyes widening at the sight of her tugging at the ties of his britches with her teeth. He was already so worked up and desperate, and yet he could only imagine the sinful things she was planning to do to him. A shaky groan escaped his lips as he watched her, his whole body practically vibrating with needy excitement and anticipation. “Gods…” he choked out, “please… I need you so badly right now lyly…”

"magic words?" She asked as she tugged off his britches,

Aeron whined as the cold air hit his bare skin, and he was left completely exposed and vulnerable in front of her. His already breathless figure shuddered from the feeling of her gaze on his cock, and he couldn’t help but shiver, already feeling so small and powerless beneath her. He swallowed before he managed to speak, his voice thick and raspy in his need. “Please… I’m begging… I need you so badly, I need you…now… please lyly”

"good boy," she cooed moving her hand to softly take his hard cock in hand gently and softly stroking his shaft,

Aeron gasped and let out a needy little whimper and a desperate whine, desperately bucking his hips into her hand. “Please… please don’t tease me…”

"awww my poor baby is so desperate today, what on earth has gotten you so riled up Aeron?" She cooed teasing him as he was already spurring pre which she toyed with rubbing against his head,

Aeron practically whined again his eyes nearly fluttering shut as he tried to calm himself down. “It’s you… her get me all riled up…” he panted out, “just look at you… sat on my lap, with… that beautiful face… your touch… your voice… you’ve made me lose my mind…”

"awww her poor thing, don't worry I'll take care of my baby" she cooed moving to pepper his shaft with tender kisses "But only special kisses to tie him over. Once we're married I'll take proper care of you"

Aeron could only nod his head frantically in response, his mind spinning as he felt her kiss down his length, his breaths coming out in heavy pants as the feeling of her lips caused his whole body to shudder. He wanted to say so much, to moan and to beg for more, but all he could manage to do was whine in return, his body practically tensing from the sensations. “Yes… seven Hells, yes… I just—I want you so badly, I need you…Lyanna Please!”

Lyanna smirked and took his shaft into her lips moving her head down taking all of him inside her mouth,

He couldn’t help the sharp intake of breath and the gasp that escaped his lips as he felt her mouth on him. He felt his breath catch in his throat and his vision go out of focus, his head spinning and eyes fluttering as he leaned back onto the bed, and clutched onto the sheets to keep himself from losing control and going feral. He could only let out a shaky moan in response, barely managing to form words. “Gods… please… that feels so good…” Aeron desperately tried to get a hold of himself, to keep some control over his body and mind and prevent himself from completely losing his mind, but it was a losing battle. Every movement of her mouth sent waves of pleasure throughout his body, and he found himself completely at her mercy, unable to do anything but lay there and let her have her way with him. All he could do was whine and moan, his voice catching in his throat and coming out as needy little gasps and pants. “Gods… don’t stop… please, don’t stop… I need you… I need her so badly…”

Lyanna moaned letting him hold her hair to guide her movement and speed,

With every moan she made on him, he could feel the fire in his gut only growing more and more, His breathing got heavier and frantic, coming out in heavy gasps every time she moved, and he could feel himself getting more and more desperate, the heat of his body only intensifying and growing more and more desperate for you. “Please… I’m getting so close… I need you so badly… please… Gods…” he whimpered, his voice breathless and shaky. His hands desperately clung onto the sheets, trying to find something to hold onto as he laid there, his entire figure trembling with need and tension as he felt himself getting so close to the edge. His breaths came out in frantic and erratic gasps, his mind completely consumed and spinning from how much she was working him up. He began to babble, letting out a series of needy, desperate pleas. “Please… I’m so close… I need you… I—”

Lyanna got faster and faster moving her head at the pace he held, as she worked her tongue tormenting him as her hands massaged his lower stomach to help guide him to his release

He let out a shaking moan, his whole body tensing and shuddering as he felt himself release, his orgasm hitting him like a wave of fire, and his mind completely going blank, his jaw hung loose as he bucked his hips and buried his seed in her mouth. “Uhhhhhhhhhhh- Ly- ly -Ly- Fuck… Lyly…”

For a few moments, he was completely unable to speak, his breaths coming out in heavy pants and gasps as he tried to get a hold of himself, his whole body felt like jelly as he tried to ground himself and recover from the haze of pleasure that had enveloped him.

Lyanna pulled back and wiped the corners of her mouth playfully licking her fingers "There happy boy?"

“Happy…?” he panted out, “I feel like my soul has left my body…”

she chuckled "I suppose in a way it sort of has, the souls of all your little lords and ladies" she teased sticking out her tongue,

Aeron let out a weak laugh in response, still completely breathless and spent, but he couldn’t help but crack a small smile at the comment. “Gods…” he breathed out, “You’ve completely destroyed me… I don’t think I’ll be able to walk for a week…”

"aww your too sweet to me, I'm pretty sure after our wedding night you won't be walking for a month"

Aeron swallowed at the thought, already imagining the torturous things her were going to do to him during the wedding night and the days afterwards. “Gods, I might not survive that…” he groaned out, “You’re going to torment me relentlessly…”

"oh I plan on it, I've already commissioned the blacksmith in Raventree to make some nice strong Chains" she teased

The thought of being at her mercy and being chained down and unable to do anything but take whatever punishment she gave him made him shiver, a mix of excitement and nervousness swirling in his stomach. He knew that she was only half-serious, but half-serious was still a lot coming from her. He shook his head weakly, his voice coming out hoarse and shaky as he responded. “You’re a menace, her know that?”

"I'm well aware" she cooed "but just imagine it's only a few more months right? and you won't have to settle for just special kisses anymore, of course, you can always have special kisses if you want them Aeron. but you'd be allowed here." She lifted her gown and briefly lets him see her completely bare cunt,

Aeron felt his mouth go dry the second she lifted the gown, his eyes widening in surprise before quickly growing dark with need and desire, the fire within him only growing more and more intense in that moment. His breaths came out in heavy pants as he stared at her like a starving man, his whole body getting hot with need. “Gods… I don’t know if I’ll be able to wait a few months…”

"well you have to" she cooed setting her dress back down

Aeron groaned again, practically throwing his head back against the bed as he let out a frustrated huff. he wanted her right now, more than anything. Every fiber of his body was screaming at him to just reach out and touch her, to feel her skin against his, to taste her and to feel her around him. “You’re torturing me…”

"maybe I am" she teased playfully rubbing his still stiff cock after all the attention she gave him "but I'm sure you'll torture me too when we're married Aeron '

he couldn’t help but let out a low, needy whine, his body trembling and tensing up “Ah… I-I will…” he panted out, “I’m going to be absolutely feral with you… once we’re married… you’re going to regret tormenting me like this…”

"Something tells me I won't regret it" she cooed moving to let him lay his back against her chest, his head against her chest as she wrapped her arms around him.

The feeling of her skin against his back as she pulled him against her made him shiver, and he let out a shaky sigh as he felt her hands begin to tease him once more. The feeling of her chest pressed against his back was both soothing and arousing at the same time, and it took all of his willpower not to just roll over and pounce on her. “Gods… why are her so insistent on driving me mad with desire…?”

"Because you’re so fun to torment my baby boy," she cooed grabbing his arms

Aeron felt his breath hitch as she suddenly grabbed his arms and tied them up with his belt, effectively restraining him and leaving him completely at her mercy. The feeling of being helpless and vulnerable sent a shiver down his spine, and he couldn’t help but to let out a needy whine as he tried to move his arms, only to be met with resistance. “Gods… I’m completely helpless like this…” he panted out.

"yes you are, a handsome helpless little baby boy" she cooed as she stroked and toyed with him,  

[serverusslaype]

Shameless, pt. 11

Severus Snape x professor!reader fic

Shameless Masterpost

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onwards and upwards...

Severus stood beside Dumbledore, his hands hanging at his sides, fingers fidgeting thoughtfully at the seams of his his black slacks. Before he was able to speak a reply to the Headmaster, a voice he had hoped he'd never hear again pierced the blanketed silence in the Great Hall. For a moment, both his heart and stomach dropped as he turned his head toward the irritating voice, jaw clenching almost immediately.

"Y/N!" None other than Benjamin Bluewater had called out, his ridiculously well-groomed hair bouncing as he jogged towards you. Severus felt a burning blaze of rage prickle his skin as his eyes observed how Bluewater embraced your rigid form, clearly in shock at his sudden appearance. What the hell was he doing here?

"Ben-" Severus heard you gasp as Bluewater pulled away from you, his hands flying up to cradle your cheeks intimately. Something Severus had done less than an hour ago. The jealousy that was raging inside of Snape was lethal, and he was desperately fighting the urge to rip you from Bluewater's slimy grasp and tuck you within the safe haven of his arms.

Your fearful eyes met Snape's icy ones, setting a kaleidoscope of butterflies free in his stomach. He could tell you were quietly begging him for help, however, he refused to get involved. The last thing he wanted to do was seem suspicious and perhaps trigger an unnecessary reaction from Bluewater. Snape remembered how volatile the boy could be, he served enough detentions with him. In fact, that was one thing that Severus was worried about. He wasn't sure if you knew about his bad temper.

"Are you alright? I came at once when I heard about Black getting into Hogwarts." Bluewater said, his overly-concerned voice dripping with worry. Something didn't sit right with Severus as he watched the two of you. Why didn't Bluewater visit when you had been attacked by a dementor? How does that not warrant a visit but this does? A deep, frustrated sigh left Snape's nose as Ben's thumbs brushed against the apples of your cheeks. Your hands reluctantly rose to sit atop of his forearms, silently soothing his worries.

"Wha-what are you... how...?" You stuttered, cheeks ablaze. You had to take a moment to compose yourself, and it didn't help that Severus's fiery eyes were burning holes into you. Inhaling slowly, you spoke again. "What are you doing here? How did you even get in?"

"Well, it helps when you work at the Ministry of Magic," Bluewater shrugged, a proud, smug smirk teasing his lips. His hands fell from your cheeks and settled on your waist, squeezing you a tad. You tensed up again as you glanced at Severus, your heart going a million miles an hour. Bluewater frowned as he followed your eyes, a flash of surprise crossing his features as he finally noticed the two of you weren't alone. "Erm... Headmaster, Professor... Snape." He greeted awkwardly, offering a nod. Snape wasn't keen on acknowledging him, however, Dumbledore kept it polite, smiling at the boy.

"A lovely surprise, Mr Bluewater." Dumbledore said. It had sounded sarcastic, but that was unintentional.

Severus stared at Bluewater with cold eyes, his gaze slowly falling to where his hands sat comfortably on your waist, taunting him. His mouth twitched bitterly. "How you've grown, Mr Bluewater," Snape commented slyly, his sharp eyes flicking back up to meet Bluewater's. "It feels like only yesterday you were causing chaos here at Hogwarts. More specifically in my classroom." He drawled, eyes narrowing in contempt.

An incredulous huff slipped from Bluewater's nose and a sarcastic grin broke out on his face; his grip on your waist tightening. The jealous fire in Severus exploded. Clearly, there was unresolved conflict between these two.

"I see you've remained the same, Snape." He quipped sharply, tongue like a sword. Severus turned his back to you and Bluewater, his shoulders stiffening as he muttered something to Dumbledore.

There was an awkward silence that fell upon the four of you.

You turned to Ben, keeping your voice low. "Look, I think it's best if you leave." You muttered, an uncomfortable expression slipping onto your face. You nibbled on your bottom lip.

"I'm not leaving until I know where Black is, I need to keep you safe." Ben laughed dryly, his eyes narrowing at you in disbelief. Oh no, no-no-no. He had to leave, there was no way he could stay.

"I'm perfectly safe here," you attempted to reassure him, "I'm surrounded by some of the most talented witches and wizards to ever exist, Ben." An incredulous chuckle fell from your lips as you spoke, a little surprised that he deemed Hogwarts unsafe. How could it be unsafe when Dumbledore was here? Despite that, you couldn't risk him noticing the tension between you and Snape, it wouldn't look good on either of you.

He looked at you with a stiff expression, his gaze flicking to where Snape and Dumbledore stood, eyes hardening as he stared. You glanced away awkwardly.

"I'll stay here until I deem it so, Y/N." Ben said rather sternly, making your brows shoot up in shock. Since when was he like this? This was not the Ben you knew.

"Sorry?" You choked.

"The Ministry gets the final say, irregardless of what you or Hogwarts thinks." Ben tilted his head at you as he stared down at you. "I'm staying." His serious tone of voice made you back down and nod, your lips pursed. There was nothing you could say or do to change his mind.

Shit.

Shit, indeed.

Two knocks sounded at Snape's door, and he audibly sighed, a little vexed that someone had chosen to come and bother him when he'd just settled down - his raging jealousy had finally subdided after two hours of brooding in his office.

"Come in." Snape grunted from his desk, piles of parchment and books surrounding him messily. Usually he was neat, organised - but tonight was rather exasperating. He just about managed to watch another man with his hands all over you.

"Severus," Minerva McGonagall's voice made Snape's head snap up, a startled look adopting his features. He definitely was not expecting the Head of Gryffindor House to be knocking at his door. "I'm sorry to impede, however, I wanted to chat with you. Regarding Y/N." She sighed, her wrinkled lips pouting. His body suddenly felt heavier.

"What about Professor L/N?" Severus asked curtly, looking back down at the pile of assignments in front of him like he had no interest in the subject.

"I wasn't born yesterday, Severus," Minerva said, a stern look taking hold of her face. Snape's jaw ticked, his fingers stiffening in irritation. He sighed and glanced back up at the older witch, waiting for her to continue her lecture. "You need to be careful. She's just a girl." She said softly and stepped forwards a tad, linking her fingers together in front. Why was he getting lectured when he's been the one trying to push you away? Well, he was. Now, all he wanted to do was pull you close to him.

"This is no concern of yours,  Minerva." Severus's brows furrowed harshly, his voice clipped and cold. Minerva's eyes narrowed; his tone rubbing her the wrong way.

"It concerns me when it starts to affect my colleagues." Minerva retorted, her patience wearing thin. She knew this was going to be a hard conversation, especially with someone like Severus. "I just want you to consider things before you cross that line, Severus. This isn't... wise."

It isn't wise? Well, who would've thought that? Not me, apparently, Severus growled in his mind, sighing heavily through his nostrils as he stared at Minerva.

"You think I don't know that?" Severus groaned, shutting his eyes as he reached up to massage his temples. He felt a headache coming on; all this stress wasn't good for him.

There was several seconds of quiet before Minerva spoke again, voice soft. "Do you care for her?"

He kept silent once again.

Minerva felt for Severus, she knew what it was like to care for someone and to have to push them away. In fact, it felt horribly and hauntingly familiar. This was like a walk down memory lane for her. Her head tilted slightly, her eyes softening as she stared at the Potions Master who had his eyes glued to his desk, palms splayed out atop of it as he intensely read through an essay. "I do not want your pity, Minerva," Severus hissed, his head snapping up, a face full of anger, "I have walked down this road before, and I know how it ends. So please, save your sorry for someone else."

Minerva was so used to Snape's flick-of-a-switch emotions that she hardly flinched at his sudden outburst. "Alright." A soft sigh left her as she glanced away from him, her fingers flexing. There was nothing left to say, she knew that Severus knew the risks with you. And you knew the risks with him. For now, she could only let things play out, she wasn't going to play God. If the two of you wanted to do it, who was she to stop it?

"I have a lot of work to complete." Severus grunted, his shoulders hunching up as he sat closer to his desk, burying his nose further into the parchment. Minerva exhaled softly through her nostrils and her lips pouted together again. She blinked, turning around to leave.

As her fingers grasped the rickety door handle, she looked over her shoulder at Snape. "Should you and Y/N choose to take such a risk, Severus," she began, earning another exhausted sigh from him, "don't break her heart. She doesn't deserve to go through that pain. Not at such a young age."

Severus's eyes faltered a tad as he glazed over the messy handwriting laced upon the parchment sat in front of him, as if it were goading him. His breath hitched slightly at her words. Minerva had a point. A very, irritatingly valid point. Severus cared for you - a lot. However, now he found himself questioning whether it was enough - whether he was enough for you. He couldn't pour his whole self into a relationship with you if it wasn't that - his whole self. Were you better off with Bluewater? He could probably treat you better than Severus ever could. Bluewater was young, handsome, somewhat smart... he also had a very good job at the Ministry... Severus was but a teacher, and he was old. Why would you ever settle for someone like him when a boy like Bluewater existed?

The click of his door told him that Minerva had left. Severus buried his face in his hands, his heart twisting and knotting itself as it yearned for you.

Rolling over in your bed, your unwearied eyes skimmed your darkened room, landing on the clock that was hung on the wall. Almost eleven o'clock at night. Ben stirred beside you, the bed creaking and groaning as he shuffled to right, away from you, burying his cheek in the pillow. You glanced at him and sighed, your mind wandering to the thought of Severus. You wondered what he was doing right now. Was he awake or asleep? No, he was definitely awake, that man never slept.

Severus.

Gods, you adored that man. You weren't exactly sure what it was that drew you to him, but perhaps it was just his aura; it was so dark, mysterious. The way the two of you bantered so easily, the conversation flowed like a river and it felt natural, whereas, with Ben... it was... well, it just felt artificial - forced, almost. It wasn't a secret that the chemistry and tension between you and Severus was incredibly palpable - even Minerva had noticed, and suddenly that made you panic - what if Ben notices? Other teachers? The students had even noticed last year when Severus had helped you up the steps when duelling Lockhart. He won't notice, will he? No, he won't be here long enough to.

Hopefully.

You rolled over in your bed again and noticed that Ben had turned back towards you, so the two of you were face to face now. You tucked your hands up and underneath your chin, allowing yourself to stare at his features in the dark. As you laid there, staring, breathing soft and slow, your heart skipped a beat as he shifted slightly; the shadow that was cast against his face suddenly transforming him intosomeone else. Suddenly, he'd grown long, obisidian black hair that framed his face perfectly, his basic nose had become hooked and prominent, his cheekbones turned more defined.

You sucked in a sharp, yet soft breath - careful to keep quiet so you didn't wake Ben - your skin prickling with goosebumps. Was this how hung up you were on Severus? So much so that if you stared too long at someone, they'd turn into him?

Your hand slowly rose to drag itself against your face. Glancing at the clock again, you knew you weren't falling asleep any time soon. You'd been laid there for at least two or so hours, tossing and turning, begging for your brain to shut off so you could perhaps get some sort of shut-eye. So, you chose to get out of bed. Flipping open the duvet, the biting cold of your room enveloped you; a chill shooting down your figure. You shivered slightly as you sat up and twisted yourself on your bum so your legs hung down over the side of the bed. It creaked slightly as you leant forwards to put your slippers on, prompting you to quickly glance behind you to check if it woke Ben - thankfully, it didn't. With a quick exhale of relief, you spun stepped out of bed and padded quietly over to your sofa where your favourite comfy, deep green cardigan was resting over the arm of it.

You picked it up and slipped it on, wrapping the warm, soft and cosy garment around yourself. Headed towards your door, you threw once last look at Ben and clicked open your door, shutting it calmly, making your way down to the one place you only wanted to go at this time of night.

The mossy, damp smell of the dungeons invaded your nostrils angrily, almost making you cough. You forgot how bad the smell could get down here during the autumn and winter months. The cool chill seeped through your wool cardigan, making you pull it tighter against your frame, hurriedly trying to keep every bit of warmth around you before it escaped.

As you neared that certain door, you lingered by it, raising your knuckles hesitantly.

With a stern sigh, you knocked, and awaited his usual grunt of acknowledgement.

"Come in." Came an annoyed tone from the inside just as you expected. You bit the inside of your cheek as you creaked open the door and slipped inside.

"Erm, hi," You squeaked out, closing the door shut behind you and pressing your back against it, staring awkwardly at Severus, who was still sat behind his desk, head down. "What are you doing up so late?" The sound of your voice made him look up, his brows furrowed in confusion.

"I could ask you the same thing, Miss L/N," Severus mused. You couldn't help but smile coyly at him, padding forwards to move closer, your skin tingling with anticipation. "So, what brings you here?" Severus asked, his voice curious, yet there was also a hint of coldness to it. You assumed it was because he was tired - or at least hoped it was that.

"I couldn't sleep." You hummed, folding your arms against your body, the silk skirt of your yellow nightdress shimmering in the low, amber light. Severus found himself glimpsing down at your garment; the sheen of the smooth, rich fabric catching his attention. Your cheeks suddenly simmered from the way his eyes glazed over you.

He looked back up at you. "So, you chose to bother me instead?" Severus quirked a brow.

"Precisely." You smiled bashfully, a quiet laugh slipping from your mouth as you rocked back and forth on your heels, your eyes leaving his to glance nervously around his gloomy classroom.

"How lucky I am." He said sarcastically, leaning back in his chair. Your smile stayed on your face as you rolled your eyes, stomach flipping at his voice.

"It feels weird that almost a year ago, we were in here, brewing that Mandrake potion together." You commented as your eyes fell on the exact desk the two of you had stood at.

Severus's eyes followed yours. "Indeed," he spoke, gazing back at you as you were distracted, taking a moment to admire you. His heart skipped a beat as the corners of your lips quirked upwards into another sheepish smile. Though, he soon felt indifferent to it as the thought of Bluewater slipped into his mind. "That was also the time we spoke about... your friend." Severus added, tutting at the end as if he had to force himself to spit that word out.

"Oh, right, yeah," you said awkwardly, clearing your throat, "you two still seem to absolutely despise each other." You looked at Severus, a rush of butterflies surging through you as you found his inquisitive eyes already glued to you.

Severus only grunted in response, clearly unwilling to talk about Ben. His body stiffened and his eyes had hardened. "Who would have thought that he'd come back to haunt me later on." He huffed, voice soaked in sarcasm. You had to force yourself to keep a straight face, unsure of how he'd react if a smile broke out on your face. You didn't exactly want to get into an argument right now. "I was foolish to think that he'd had enough causing me grief every single period that we shared."

"He was just a boy back then." An amused hum left your lips, though Severus didn't share the same outlook. His face had become stony again, unfeeling.

"He is still a boy now." Severus spat, like the idea of Ben was poison in his mouth. "He's young, barely twenty-three. He has a lot to learn."

"Am I just a girl to you, then?" You tilted your head at Severus, a tiny smile picking at the corner of your lips. You were twenty-two, almost twenty-three - a whole lot younger than Severus.

He stayed silent for a moment, staring at you, studying your gleeful little face. You suddenly felt a little vulnerable and so you averted your eyes to the ground, your face hot and embarrassed.

"Far from it." He sighed, eyes still glued on you. No, you were so much more to him than you could imagine. He couldn't tell you that though. Not when you had a chance at true happiness with someone that suited you better than an old, ugly git such as himself. "You're a grown woman, you've proven that." His reply had you shocked. You were not expecting such a response, in fact, you were actually expecting a dig, or even a petty insult. Your stomach felt a little heavier as you frowned at him, your eyes gently and slowly dissecting his worn features.

"Oh?" Your voice slipped up an octave as you were caught a little off-guard. "What, err, makes you say that?"

"I don't think I need to explain my reasoning. You're an intelligent woman, no need to spoon-feed you." Severus said simply with a slow blink, his glittering black eyes staring into yours, prompting your cheeks to burn even hotter. You forgot how beautifully hypnotising those two pools of inky-black were as you stared into them, almost losing yourself again.

"It feels weird to hear you compliment me." A gentle laugh left your lips. Severus's own lips tugged upwards slightly, the smallest hint of a smile appearing on his usually-cold face. A comfortable, yet partially awkward silence hung in the air for a moment. You stepped forwards once more, shuffling closer to Severus's desk, almost a foot away from him now. You looked down at the piles of assignments in front of him, curious. "May I?" You asked quietly, gesturing to them. He nodded.

You picked one up and began to read.

'Amortentia is the strongest known love potion in the world. Amor is a Latin word meaning ''Love'', it is also the name of the Roman goddess of love. ''Tentia'' is the Latin for ''held''. It makes the drinker become infatuated and obsessed.'

"I remember this," you smiled, eyes still glued to the parchment, "fourth years, correct?" You looked back to Severus, who was currently staring at you with such soft eyes that you almost melted right on the spot. You had to clear your throat to attempt to compose yourself, though it was truly in vain. It hadn't helped.

"Correct." He muttered, still staring at you, inducing a shiver of goosebumps to erupt on your skin. Your breath hitched slightly as you gripped the parchment tighter, never breaking contact with his eyes. A sharp pain suddenly shot through your finger.

"Ouch," You gasped, the essay falling to the ground as you let go of it, rushing to grab your injured finger. Severus's brows furrowed at you.

"Are you alright?" He cast a glimpse at your finger that you were now squeezing tight, a tiny spot of blood beginning to dribble down it.

"Mhm, just a cut, I think I accidentally cut myself on something that was stuck to the paper." You laughed awkwardly, a little embarrassed as you flipped it over to see a shard of glass stuck to it in a sticky substance. You placed the parchment back onto his desk and looked down at your finger. A scarlet liquid was beginning to ooze out, and fast. You exhaled, feeling a little woozy. Blood was never your strong suit - as a matter of fact, you hated it. The sight of it always made you feel so lightheaded.

Severus noticed your unusual behaviour and quickly rose from his seat, rushing to your side. "Let me," He sighed softly, his hands taking ahold of yours, an electric jolt shooting through you. Your breath hitched once more as you glanced up at him, your wide, doe-like eyes meeting his sparkling obsidian ones. Severus felt like he couldn't breathe for a moment. He was trapped in your eyes, the buzz filling his body up like a drug. You drew him in so easily, and it didn't help that you were excruiatingly even more beautiful up close. The moonlight did you no justice in that greenhouse.

Forcing himself to tear his eyes from yours, he reluctantly looked back down to your injured finger, retrieving his wand from his sleeve. The moment he'd taken your hand in his, his mind went insane. There was no other feeling like it. Merlin, he wished he could experience that moment all over again.

"Does it hurt?" He asked, voice quiet, aiming the tip of his wand over the cut. You hadn't looked away from him once.

"No." You whispered. Severus's head shot up, his worried eyes meeting yours instantly. A warmth spread throughout his body, engulfing him. The two of you were so close, sheer milimetres apart. So close that if one of you leaned forwards even the tiniest amount, the tips of your noses could touch. He needed to stop getting himself into these situations with you, he wasn't going to get over you if you kept ending up inches apart.

His hot breath was on familiar territory again, tickling your pink cheeks, caressing your jaw. Like you were pulled forwards, you found yourself gradually leaning toward him with parted lips, testing the water as you brushed the tip of your nose against his larger one; soft eyes flicking between his lips and his two pools of black. You hesitated, waiting for Severus to respond, your heart thundering against your ribs like a starved lion locked within a cage.

His wand-holding hand faltered slightly, the tip tickling your palm as it grazed your skin; your creeping presence sending his own heart racing. A soft gasp left you as it touched your hand. Severus's mind was fighting desperately for him to pull away, to save you and him the heartache. Perhaps months ago, he'd listen. However, having you so close to him, so vulnerable and soft-looking, he couldn't help himself. Against the wishes of his mind, he tipped his head forwards with half-lidded eyes, nudging the side of your nose with his. Every bone in his body was screaming at him to pull away, to push you away to spare his heart. He knew he wouldn't be able to deal with the aftermath if you suddenly decided one day that he wasn't enough for you anymore. However, he decided that you were entirely worth the risk in this current moment.

You swallowed and allowed a hand to slip up onto his chest, your fingers splaying out slightly across the broad area. With a slow, controlled inhale, your eyes fluttered open to look up at his through your lashes. His tongue poked out sheepishly, wetting his lips as the two of you stared at one another, waiting for the other to make the first move.

He shuffled forwards once more, your lids fluttering shut as Severus pressed a soft and slow kiss against your lips. It was gentle, sweet and reserved. Tender, tickling you like butterfly wings. A warmth bloomed in your chest and your body leaned in instinctively towards his, silently begging him for more. As Severus pulled away, your eyes were still shut.

"Kiss me again," you whispered, "please."

The last word was all the encouragement he needed from you.

Severus leaned in once more, pressing another gentle kiss against your lips, another buzz of electrifying warmth sweeping through the two of you. It suddenly felt as if the world had stopped turning, like you'd been shot into another dimension as Severus held you close, his cool skin a great contrast against your burning skin. Your shallow breaths hitched once more as he sheathed his wand back up his sleeve, a hand coming to rest tenderly against your cheek; cradling your face like it was the most precious thing in the world as he kissed you. A part of you was melting at how gentle and soft he was being with you, and the other, wilder part was begging him to deepen the kiss; to just take control of you and show you how much you truly meant to him.

Your cardigan had slipped off of your shoulder as you leaned into his tender touch, exposing your skin to the chilly, damp air of his classroom sending a shivering chill through your body. Your other hand quickly snaked up his strong chest to meet your opposing one. After a moment, they found themselves nestled around his neck, a speck of blood staining his white collar from your finger as you grazed past it. Severus's other hand swiftly made its way to your waist and pulled you close, his body desperate to become drunk in your warmth once more. A soft moan bubbled in your throat as Severus peppered gentle kisses against you, pleading him to go further.

Almost immediately, he caved at the sound of you, his fingers digging into your clothed-flesh, any feeling of guilt fleeing from your body. Gods, you were so wrong, Ben was nothing compared to Severus. Ben never made you feel an ounce of the way that he did - you couldn't remember a time where Ben had touched your body the way he did, nor a time where Ben had kissed your lips as he did.

The two of you had become lost within each other as you made out sloppily in his classroom, his hands gripping you so deeply that the worries of Severus leaving bruises upon your supple skin had vanished from your mind. In fact, deep down, you were hoping he did. The way his hands held your body was heavenly, other-worldly.

You were a little embarrassed at how easily you folded with this man.

Severus's current state of mind was the total opposite of yours. In his head, all he heard was the constant chant of something telling him to stop. He pushed past it, drowning the voices out with harsher kisses, forcefully grabbing you tighter, pulling another moan from your lips. His conversation with Minerva from earlier began to rear its head within his own, torturing him. His stomach twisted awfully, and suddenly there was a bad taste in his mouth.

What the hell was he doing? You were seeing someone.

You were seeing someone.

Is this how pathetic and utterly sad he was? That he immediately latched onto you because he finally felt appreciated, wanted? For once, he didn't feel like a burden to the world. He felt validated, desired, perhaps even loved - everything he had ever wanted when he was younger. Your soft touches sent him spiralling, and he couldn't escape this maze of uncertainty. Did you truly feel something for him or was this some sort of sick, twisted fantasy you had? Were you just taking advantage of him? Was he so easy to be manipulated? He hoped not, he'd worked incredibly hard to get ahold of his emotions; imprisoning them. And you were breaking those thick walls down like dominoes.

"Severus, you're hurting me," Your voice suddenly whined, tearing him from his thoughts as your fingers touched his shaking hand that was gripping your hipbone like a merciless vice. Almost immediately, he released you from his grasp and stepped away, turning his back to you ashamedly. Several seconds of silence passed through the pair of you, your fingers lingering on the sore area, gently rubbing it in an attempt to soothe the ache. "Are you okay?" You kept your voice quiet and soft, careful not to startle him. He clearly wasn't in a good state of mind.

"I'm sorry," he mumbled, his head drooping, "I shouldn't have kissed you." Severus slowly turned around, his body parallel to yours, a solemn look upon his features. "It was wrong of me, and I was selfish." Severus added, his lips molding into that familiar, emotionless flat line as he stared at you. You frowned and reached your hand out to him, however, he shied away from it. Your chest tightened as you quickly pulled your hand back, hurt by his rejection. All this emotional warfare was wearing you down.

He's running away again, you thought, a shock of fear bolting through you.

"Why are you sorry?" Your brows furrowed deeply as you wrapped your arms around your body, the chill of the dungeon devouring you once more. You instantly missed his warmth against you.

"You're with Bluewater, are you not?" Severus's eyes hardened as he spoke that wretched name. Suddenly, your throat felt incredibly tight. Shit, Ben- he'd totally slipped your mind the moment Severus had kissed you. You'd undoubtedly made a bad habit of forgetting him when in the presence of Severus...

"Erm, yes." You said quietly. The tone of your voice had him confused. You sounded regretful.

Severus stood straighter as his hands slinked away behind his back. You shrunk underneath his towering height.

The next thing you wanted to say could ruin it all. You had no idea whether Severus felt the same. Did he feel something for you, or was it just lust for him? Perhaps some sort of fantasy of fooling around with a younger professor? Everything you'd built could come crashing down like a burning plane within seconds. Your hands suddenly felt clammy as you fought to find the right words, your mouth quivering.

"I..." you breathed out as your eyes fell to the ground for a moment, staring hard. "He's not you." You glanced back up at Severus, his scrutinising eyes sending your lungs into a breathless spasm. You felt like you couldn't breathe as you waited for his reply.

"Don't be a fool, Y/N." Severus's voice was cold. It made your stomach drop. Was this his way of rejecting your affections?

"I'm serious." You chewed on the inside of your cheek, eyes studying his unwavering stony face.

"You can do far better than me. I will only hurt you, Y/N," he spoke, his voice deep and languid, "I will destroy you in the most beautiful way possible, I will make it impossible to live a life without pain and regret. People do not linger around me for certain reasons."

"Yet I'm still here." You huffed quietly, your fingers squeezing your arms out of frustration.

"For now." Severus mused sarcastically, wallowing in his self-hatred. It hurt you to see his true opinion of himself, and it made your mind race with reasons as to why he despised himself so much.

"Why can't you see yourself the way I do?" You sighed softly, almost defeatedly, gazing at the man in front of you. Severus hated how your eyes were laden with sorrow.

"You look at the world with rose-coloured glasses. I do not." He replied. Those deep, black eyes had suddenly lost the flicker in them, and it pained you. He began to move, sweeping back to his desk, taking a seat behind it - still disorderly and untidy.

You were quiet, quite obviously hurt. Severus's jaw clenched, an ache spreading across his chest as a deep sigh fell through his nostrils. 

"Why do you always shut me out, Severus?" A shaky exhale left you as your eyes burned. The emotional rollercoaster that this man was sending you on was truly heartwrenching.

He was silent in response to your question, eyes stuck to his messy desk, an indelicate representation of his current state of mind.

"Severus, answer me," you demanded, attempting to sound as stern as possible, though it was a pathetic failure as your voice broke; breathy sobs fighting to escape your throat. "Why are you so scared of this?"

"I will only hurt you, Y/N." He said, too afraid to look at you. Severus couldn't bear to see you so upset, especially because of him.

"You don't know that." You replied, voice soft.

"And you do?" Severus's head snapped up at you, frustrated, his eyes cold and ruthless; back to their usual appearance. A quiet gasp shot out of your quivering mouth. "Bluewater is better for you." He admitted. How could he say that when he'd said you'd deserved better than him?

"You have no idea what you're talking about!" You cried out, the building frustration within you finally crumbling and spilling out through your tears. Severus looked away from you, physically unable to watch you cry. Gods, he wanted to rush to you and hold you, tell you that everything was going to be alright, but he couldn't. He had no idea if things were going to be okay. And they definitely wouldn't be if he had the honour of callilng you his. "Y/N-" His eyes were still avoiding you, too ashamed to even look at you.

"No, Severus, what gives... what gives you the right to kiss me, to pull me so close to you and then suddenly shove me away like I'm nothing but a piece of dirt on your shoe?" You rambled, your hands flying outwards frantically as hot tears rolled down your cheeks. It was embarrassing how unravelled you'd become, but you couldn't stop yourself. He'd finally broken you. "You can't keep doing this to me, I can't- it's..." Your lungs and throat burned. You'd exhausted yourself. "To kiss you? Did you not initiate it?" He scowled at you. "You were the one pushing your face into mine!"

"Okay, sure, I admit to that- but you didn't have to kiss me! You could have walked away!" You cried, walking up to his desk and pointing a finger at his face. Immediately, his lip curled upwards, his features twisting into a disdainful scowl.

"Is that not what you wanted?! For me to kiss you?!" Severus bellowed, rising from his desk chair, his hands slamming down onto the desk furiously. This time you didn't flinch, too distracted by the flaming hot anger searing through your veins.

"Did you?!" You exclaimed back at him, leaning forwards over his desk. One more time, the two of you were impossibly close - so close that you were sure you could feel the angry heat radiating from each other's bodies.

The room was suddenly dead silent, and yet, the only things the two of you could hear were the ragged, desperate breaths that seeping out of your heaving chests.

"Go to hell, Snape." You whispered with a red face. You felt humiliated, angry, upset- actually, you were certain every single emotion was surging through you right now; the way your body was trembling uncontrollably made you sure of it.

Severus's lack of an answer more than enough for you. With a frustrated, teary-eyed huff, you spun around, storming straight for his door.

Jesus, how could you have fallen for such a cruel man? Were you so blind? He had an abysmal reputation for a reason, yet you still selfishly thought that you could change him, that you could fix him and make him a better person. And you were wrong, Gods, were you so. Fucking. Wrong. 

You were only three steps away, when a strong hand suddenly gripped your arm, spinning you around with force. You whirled around, taken by surprise as Severus crashed his lips against yours, his touch-hungry hands rushing carelessly to grasp at your waist, drawing your body into his. He was like a devouring flame, hungry and starving for its fuel of life. You gasped against his lips, your body soon falling victim to his alluring aura, melting shamelessly into him. Your mind clouded with lust and desire as your hands swiftly settled around his neck once again, desperately tugging him as close to you as possible as a few stray tears fell from your closed eyes, wetting both of your cheeks. You were unabashedly needy for his touch - for his lips, for his whole self in general - your body and heart was begging for him, and Severus noticed.

*

Severus pushed you backwards towards the very desk that the two of you had brewed the Mandrake potion a year ago, his hands slipping underneath your thighs to lift you up effortlessly. Your bum grazed against the surface as he placed you down, a rogue piece of wood tearing the hem of your nightdress slightly. You spread your legs, inviting him in, his hips pressed against the edge of the desk as he kissed you hungrily. Severus's hands slipped up from your thighs and felt their way up to your waist again, squeezing you tenderly, shooting a delicious shiver up your spine. He pulled a delicate moan from your lips as he let one of his hands snake up to your neck, his thumb grazing against the side of your breast on its travels. A groan bubbled in his throat at the sultry noise, a thrilling jolt trembling through him as his hand gently grasped the back of your neck, his cold fingers tickling the nape of it.

You mindlessly wrapped your legs around his hips, tugging him closer with each lingering kiss like he could be ripped away from you any second. Severus's hips rutted against yours and you gasped, prompting an animalistic groan from his mouth. 

Your hands fell from his neck, sliding agonisingly slow down his torso and halting themselves at his hips, toying with the buckle and buttons of his trousers. Instantaneously, with his wet and swollen lips still glued to yours, his hand abandoned your waist to help you with his clothing, unbuckling them one-handedly. You were impressed to say the least.

As you fumbled with his zipper, Severus returned his hands to your body. His slender and skilled fingers found your cardigan and slipped it off of your shoulders and arms, discarding it to the ground. You whined slightly at the sudden bitter air, though it was soon silenced as Severus delved his wet tongue wildly into your mouth, licking and caressing it against your own. You moaned as he moved his mouth down to your jaw, nipping at it sweetly, his tongue leaving a hot trail as he made his way down toward your neck; his fingers having a mind of their own as they flew to your shoulders, tugging at the straps of your nightdress. Another breathless moan tumbled freely from your mouth as Severus sucked sweetly on your neck, pushing you backwards onto the surface of the table. You let yourself be guided by him as you laid back on the desk, arching yourself as your hands flew from his hips to the back of his neck, diving your fingers into his thick, mop of black hair, urging him to continue.

Your lids are lazy and heavy as you let him ravage your neck with sinful lips. "Severus," You whispered, breathless, sending a shockwave through him. "Need you-" A lewd whine left you as your body rocked hungrily against his.

"Patience," He whispered back against your hot skin, panting. You whined once more, evidently unhappy with his response. Severus chuckled, pulling away from your slender neck, your hands sliding down from the mess of his hair to his clothed biceps. He leaned down toward your face once more, a pool of warmth flourishing in his torso as he gazed down at you. He lifted a large hand and placed it tenderly against your cheek, his thumb brushing against the pinkened apples of your cheeks. Instinctively, you leaned into his sweet touch, your cheeks flushing a deeper shade of red, inducing a rare smile upon Severus's lips. You allowed your fingers to shift from his tensed arms to the hem of his cloak on his chest.

"What?" You asked quietly, a coy smile gracing your full, swollen lips as you beckoned him closer with a tug at his cloak that lingered between the pads of your fingers.

"Nothing." He rumbled in his deep voice, still staring at you. You sucked in a cheek and bit down on the inside of it, the overwhelming feeling of vulnerability eating you up. His thumb brushed against your cheek again, sending a shiver throughout your body.

"Then kiss me again, will you?" You laughed softly, slightly embarrassed at the dishevelled state you were currently in. You gave another tug at his cloak again. Severus's lips quirked upwards again at your demand, caving at your sweet voice. He leant down slowly, large nose brushing against yours in an intimate fashion as he pressed a soft, chaste kiss against your reddened lips.

In this tender and soft moment that you shared with Severus, all you wanted to do was remain here forever. Seeing him act so warm and soft with you felt like a fever dream. From the callous way he spoke to you in the first year, you never expected a man like him to have such a gentle and delicate side. It was momentous - he'd finally succumbed to you, allowing you into his world; a side of him you never thought you'd ever see. And you were eternally grateful for it.

You felt yourself becoming lost in his addicting touch again as his hands travelled down your body, gently caressing your flaming hot skin. They reached your thighs, squeezing them, and your back arched into him; the fire from before burning hotter.

Kissing you, Severus trailed the tips of his fingers down your legs, toying with the hem of your nightdress, slowly and teasingly guiding it up towards your thighs. The sensation sent a chill down your spine as the crisp air nipped at your bare legs, excited goosebumps erupting all over you. With a delicious, muffled hum, he hooked a finger underneath the string of your underwear, pulling at it.

"You want this?" He muttered against your lips, his eyes fluttering open for a brief moment.

"Yes," you panted, "please, yes."

At the sound of your pleas, Severus slipped your lacy panties off of you, discarding them on the ground with your cardigan. Instantly, he grazed his hand up the inner side of your calf, and up your thigh, coming to a teasingly close stop at where you needed him most. You whined, rocking your hips into him, begging, pleading him to touch you. A throaty growl rumbled out of him, and he mashed his lips harsher against yours, diving his tongue into your wet mouth, engaging in a heated quarrel with your own. You gasped as his hand finally settled on your burning core, a single cool finger delving itself between your wet folds, circling around your sensitive bud.

A strangled moan left your mouth as he added another finger, tracing the outline of you agonisingly slow, a coil tightening within the confines of your belly. You were panting helplessly now as he teased you, losing all control as Severus slipped his fingers inside of you, extracting a high-pitched whine from your throat. You grit your teeth as he curled them inside of you, clutching at any last bit of strength within you to stop yourself from screaming out. Your body was trembling now, hopelessly, as Severus had you wrapped around his fingers quite literally.

You exhaled, "Severus," with a whiny moan, he pulled away from your mouth and removed his fingers from you and brought them up to your lips. Without hesitation, you parted them, prompting Severus to dip them into your mouth, your tongue curling around them sinfully. A groan bubbled in the back of his throat as you tightened your legs around his hips, begging for him to continue.

A smug smirk picked at the corners of his lips as he stared at you. Your lips were wrapped around his two fingers, saliva dripping messily from them, your eyes blown and dark, hungry for more of him.

"Such a good girl," Severus uttered, tilting his chin upwards. You almost combusted right then and there. "You always were." He hummed. Instantly, your hands flew to his trousers, tugging at them with wild determination. You couldn't wait any longer, you needed him now.

He pulled his fingers out of your pretty mouth and helped you, lowering his trousers; the growing tent in his boxers driving you insane. Your fingers hook at the hem of them as his own did with your panties, pulling them down urgently. A fierce flicker of lust and desire flashed in your eyes as his cock bounced free, your legs tugging him closer to you once more, a whimper leaving your lips in an attempt to persuade him to finally take you.

"Sev, please," The way you shortened his name in your soft, enticing and whiny voice almost sent him tumbling over the edge. He drew a sharp breath as he placed a hand against your cheek, and his other underneath your nightdress upon your waist, his fingers finally touching and squeezing your naked flesh. He groaned as you rutted your hips against him again. Without a delay, he slipped himself inside of you, the pair of you moaning together at the intense flash of pleasure washing over you like a tsunami.

Severus's mind was jaded as he fucked you, his mouth parting and lips quivering as he allowed himself to become lost in the ripples of unwavering bliss that rattled through his body. Your hands snaked up to his face and cradled it sweetly, pulling him back down to meet your lips again. The kisses were short and sweet, nothing like the hungry and harsh ones before.

Your head fell back slightly, your bottom lip caught between his teeth as Severus's full length sheathed itself inside of your warm, hot core; the delicious slapping of yours and his flesh echoing in his classroom. All those years ago, studying in here, never did you think that you'd find yourself right here in this sensual moment.

Severus's hand that was sat on your waist slipped downwards and settled itself on your hip, fingers digging harshly into your skin as he felt himself teetering closer to the edge. His breaths were becoming ragged, laboured and heavy, and so he brought his other hand down to your womanhood, slipping his fingers between your folds once more to thumb your clit. As he circled it skillfully, your body quaked with every rub, strings of moans and gasps falling freely and shamelessly from your busied mouth. The coil within you tightened, and your fingers sunk themselves into his mop of black hair once more, gripping it with force as your body shook uncontrollably.

Severus's thrusts became sloppy and uncalculated as he pulled his face back from you, watching as you came undone beneath him; your face twisting in a dangerously beautiful manner as the coil snapped. He moved his hands from you and placed them beside your hips as your walls clenched frantically around him, and Severus himself was sent tumbling over the edge, a broken and throaty animalistic moan slipping out of his mouth as his body gave out, collapsing over you. Catching himself with his hands, he transferred his weight to his elbows and forearms, leaning up slightly to gaze at you. His black eyes twinkled beautifully in the amber glow of his classroom, a flush of warmth blossoming over your spent, sweaty body. A gentle giggle came from you, and he found himself smiling. Usually, it felt odd for such an expression to take hold of his features, however, with you, it felt natural. Like it was meant to be there.

*

(end of 18+)

He allowed himself a moment to recuperate as your fingers softened their grasp in his hair, gradually glazing to his cup his red cheeks, thumbs brushing sweetly against his burning skin. He pulled himself out of you and pulled up his trousers, buckling them up. He pulled your nightdress back down over your legs, his hand lingering over your thigh.

"Don't you look happy with yourself," you giggled again, and Severus hushed you with a gentle kiss on your lips. "I never thought I'd see the day."

"What do you mean?" He frowned softly, thumb brushing against the silk material that covered your thigh. A warmth pooled in your belly at his touch.

"You're smiling, and it's not forced... or sarcastic." You smiled, biting down on your bottom lip playfully.

"I can't help myself," Severus muttered, his face mere centimetres away from yours, "You just seem to pull them out of me." The warmth within your burned a little hotter.

"Don't stroke my ego, you'll regret it, Sev." You joked, a toothy grin replacing the sweet smile. He chuckled at you.

"I hate to bring this up, however, it's niggling at my mind," Severus suddenly sighed, the tiny flicker of a smile that was on his face disappearing. "What about Bluewater now?"

You scrunched your nose up at the sound of his name, the guilt that once vanished making a very hasty return to your body, sinking into your aching shoulders. "Um," you winced, "I don't know. I can't exactly... end things with him whilst he's staying here, erm, I'm not sure how he'll react." You finished, allowing your fingers to brush through Severus's dishevelled black hair.

"Hm," he hummed, pondering. "what does that mean... for us?"

"We will just have to grin and bear it until he 'deems it safe to leave'." You made a face, mocking Ben's words from that moment in the Great Hall. A faint amused smile spread across Severus's face, your chest tingling at the sight of it. "And I'm not sure I can tell him about us, he might just lose it, you know how he... you know- hates you."

"That would truly be a sight to behold," Severus smirked, the arrogance in him slithering out. You rolled your eyes at him. "However, we must be wise in our decisions, I do not want you getting hurt." His other hand held your cheek, fingers brushing a stray strand of messy hair behind your reddening ears.

"Do you think you can handle acting like you hate me for a few more days?" You asked, a bashful grin gracing your blushing face. Your hand settled atop of his large one as he caressed your cheek. Severus couldn't believe how lucky he was. What on Earth did he do to deserve this? To deserve such a beautiful, kind creature like you?

"I did it for the past year, another few days is nothing." He quipped quickly, a playful tone in his voice. You scoffed at him.

"Wow," you breathed out, grinning, your hands flying to his chest to push him off of you. He obliged and leaned up, stepping out of the trap of your legs. You slipped off of the table and picked up your underwear and cardigan, putting them both back on. An embarrassed red blush fluttered across your cheeks as fresh memories of Severus rolling up your nightdress flooded your mind, almost drowning you.

"Oh, that's too far?" He laughed softly. You head flew to look at him, your heart skipping a beat from the sound of his beautiful laugh. You'd never heard it before, and it was... gorgeous, to say the least.

"That's the first time I've heard you laugh - genuinely." You gasped, an uncontrollable smile spreading across your face like a wildfire. Almost immediately, Severus's face dropped and he rolled his eyes, clearly opposed to your positive reaction. He wasn't exactly fond of being fawned over, it made him feel weak.

"And it'll be the last." He groaned, turning away from you as another sweet laugh bubbled in the back of your throat.

"I should get back, Ben is probably wondering where I am, or... he's still asleep, oblivious to the world." You sighed heavily, padding towards Severus's tall, cloaked form. He slowly turned around, his black eyes sparkling in the orange torchlight.

"Yes," He said softly, fingers coming up to hold your chin. All sense and feeling suddenly drained from your legs. "Though I'm not sure I can promise to stay away from you, let alone keep my hands off of you." Severus muttered, his deep, languid voice sending a shock through your smaller body.

Your breath hitched, "Well, you're going to have to try," you exhaled softly, eyes flicking between his. He brought your chin up, cool fingers grasping it sweetly, and pressed a tender kiss upon your lips. Naturally, your hands flew up to sit against his strong chest, a guttural groan emitting from his throat as he kissed you. You had to swallow the moan that threatened to slip from you, feeling yourself become aroused all over again. "Alright, I really have to go." You whispered against his mouth, though your body was showing the complete opposite of what you said.

You kissed him back, a little harder, tracing your tongue against the surface of his bottom lip. "Go, then." He murmured back, hands slipping from your face and down to your waist, gripping you teasingly slow. You arched into him, breaths becoming shallow and wanting.

"I'm trying," you whimpered, "you're making this very hard."

"Let me make it easy for you then." Before you could protest, Severus tore himself from you, a needy, desperate whine falling from your lips.

"Gods, you're such a tease." You groaned, folding your arms against your chest, a clear show of disappointment. Severus couldn't help but smile at you. You looked so incredibly cute with that unhappy frown on your little face.

"My apologies." Severus mused sarcastically. "Now, go, I will see you tomorrow."

You sighed, "Alright, fine..." eyes looking at his form dangerously, rousing him.

"Stop it, Y/N."

"What?"

"You know exactly what you're doing."

"Do I?" You blinked, an innocent look crossing your features.

"Leave. Now." Severus said sternly, gesturing to the door as he swept behind his desk, seating himself.

"Alright, I'm going." You couldn't help but smile cheekily as you moved towards the door, fingers clicking it open reluctantly. "Same time tomorrow?"

"We'll see. Now, go."

And so you did, slipping out of his classroom sneakily, making sure to shut his door as quietly as possible with the brightest smile on your blushing face.

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[kenzirr]

You'd been quiet all day, the weight of your anger pressing down on your chest like a heavy stone. It was subtle, at first. The way you brushed off Rafe's attempts to touch you, the curt answers when he'd try to talk, the fake smiles. But you weren't in the mood for games.

Rafe hadn't noticed right away, too wrapped up in hanging with his friends earlier - Topper and Kelce lounging around his backyard, laughing about something that hadn't mattered to you until you heard Rafe's name in the conversation, and then it had shifted. Your ears had perked up, catching the end of something you hadn't wanted to hear.

"I don't get why you waste your time on her, man. She's just another Pogue," Topper had said, his tone dismissive, and your heart had clenched in your chest.

Rate hadn't exactly defended you.

"I don't know," he'd said with a half-smirk, "it's fun while it lasts, right?"

The casual cruelty, the indifference. It stung more than you wanted to admit.

You weren't just some fling, some

'fun' thing he could toy with. You thought he actually cared. The heat of betrayal burned under your skin all day. You hadn't confronted him immediately. Instead, you let it stew, bubbling under the surface, waiting for the perfect moment to explode.

Now, that moment had come.

Rafe closed the door to his bedroom, glancing over at you, his brow furrowed in confusion as he picked up on the tension in the air. "Alright, what's going on with you today?"

You crossed your arms, leaning against the wall, your gaze hard. "What's going on with me? That's rich, Rafe."

His frown deepened. "Don't do that.

Don't play the game where you make me guess what's wrong."

You let out a bitter laugh, pushing off the wall and stepping closer to him. "You really don't get it, do you? What you said earlier — with your friends — did you even think about how that would make me feel? Or do I just not matter enough for you to care?"

Rafe's face darkened with realization, his jaw clenching. "What the hell are you talking about?"

"Oh, don't play dumb with me." Your voice was sharp now, your anger finally boiling over. "I heard you, Rafe. I heard you and your little friends talking about me. How I'm just another 'Pogue' you're wasting your time on. Is that all I am to you? A fun little project?"

He rolled his eyes, his frustration mounting. "That's not what I meant, and you know it."

"Really? Because that's exactly what it sounded like." You stepped closer to him, your chest heaving with each breath, but Rafe didn't back down. If anything, he squared his shoulders, his gaze hardening.

"Don't twist my words," he bit back, his voice cold. "You know what this is

- what we are. You're being dramatic, and I don't have time for that”

"Of course," you scoffed, your voice laced with sarcasm. "Because why would Rafe Cameron care about anyone but himself?"

His eyes flashed dangerously, and you saw the shift in him — from frustrated to something darker, something more primal. "You want to play that game? Fine. But you're not going to like how it ends."

You knew you were pushing his buttons, but the hurt in your chest made you reckless. "Oh, really? What's your plan, Rafe? Are you gonna toss me aside once you're bored, like all the other girls? Or is that just how you handle 'Pogues?"

The word dripped with venom, and Rafe's control snapped.

In an instant, he had you pinned against the wall, his body pressed against yours, his hand gripping your chin tightly, forcing you to look up at him. His eyes were blazing with fury, his lips curling into a sneer as he leaned in close. "You want me to tell you what I think about you? How much you drive me fucking insane?

How every time you get under my skin like this, all I want to do is fuck you until you can't think straight?"

His words sent a shiver down your spine, but you refused to let him see how much he affected you. "Maybe that's all you're good for," you spat back, knowing it would hit him where it hurt.

Rafe's grip tightened, but instead of letting his anger explode into words, he crushed his lips against yours in a brutal kiss, teeth biting down on your bottom lip hard enough to draw a gasp from you. It was a kiss born from fury, frustration, and something darker — something you both craved, even if you wouldn't admit it.

You pushed against him, breaking the kiss with a sharp shove to his chest. "You think you can just fix this with sex?

Rafe’s eyes were wild, his breath coming in harsh pants as he stared down at you. "You're damn right I can."

Before you could respond, he was on you again, this time with even more force. His hands ripped at your clothes, pulling off your shirt, yanking down your pants in a rush of motion.

You barely had time to catch your breath before he had you spun around, your palms pressed flat against the wall, your ass jutting out toward him.

"You think you can run your mouth and not deal with the consequences?" Rafe growled in your ear, his voice dark and dripping with lust. His hands gripped your hips, pulling you back against him, his hard length pressing against your ass through his jeans. "I'll show you exactly what happens when you push me too far."

His hand came down on your ass with a sharp smack, the sting making you gasp, but it only fueled the fire burning inside you. You hated how much you wanted this, how much your body responded to him even when you were furious. But that was part of the problem — the line between anger and desire was so blurred with

Rafe, it made your head spin.

He didn't give you time to think, didn't give you time to protest. He shoved his pants down, the sound of his belt hitting the floor barely registering before he was spreading your legs wider, his fingers running through your slick folds. "You're so fucking wet," he groaned, almost in disbelief, his thumb circling your clit roughly. "You act like you hate me, but your body knows exactly what it wants."

You bit down on your lip to keep from moaning, but the tension in your body betrayed you, every nerve on fire as his touch drove you wild. You hated how much power he had over you, how easily he could pull you apart with just a few rough touches.

Without warning, he pushed inside you, filling you completely in one hard thrust, and you cried out, the sudden fullness making your legs shake. He didn't give you time to adjust, his hands gripping your hips as he set a brutal pace, fucking you hard against the wall.

"Is this what you wanted?" Rafe growled through gritted teeth, his thrusts deep and punishing. "You wanted to piss me off so l'd fuck you like this?"

You couldn't answer, your mind too foggy with pleasure and anger, your hands scrambling against the wall for some kind of leverage as he pounded into you, each thrust sending shockwaves through your body.

"I don't give a damn what Topper or anyone else says," Rafe growled, his voice harsh in your ear as he leaned over you, his chest pressing against your back. "You're mine. You've always been mine, Pogue or not. And don't you fucking forget it."

His words sent you over the edge, the intensity of his possession, the roughness of his touch — it was too much. Your orgasm ripped through you, your body clenching around him as you screamed his name, your knees buckling under the force of it.

But Rafe didn't stop, didn't slow down, fucking you through it with a ferocity that left you breathless.

Moments later, he followed you over the edge, a guttural moan escaping his lips as he slammed into you one last time, his release filling you as his grip on your hips tightened to the point of bruising.

For a moment, the room was silent, the only sound the ragged breathing of two people who had taken out their frustration in the most primal way possible. Slowly, Rafe pulled out, stepping back, and you turned to face him, still panting, your body trembling from the intensity of what had just happened.

[mustainegf]

This is prob overdone, but it’s AMAZING.

‘99 vampire Kirk and the reader meet in a bar and Kirk takes her home and fucks her senseless ❤️ she is very into the vampire shit ❤️ lots of marking and biting. Maybe blood drinking ❤️ splendid ❤️

THIS IS SO COOL??? HOLY SHIT

𝐖𝐀𝐑𝐍𝐈𝐍𝐆𝐒: mention of blood, blood sucking, unprotected sex, creampie, a bit of masochism, vampire sex

𝐊𝐈𝐑𝐊 ‘𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐑𝐈𝐏𝐏𝐄𝐑’ 𝐇𝐀𝐌𝐌𝐄𝐓𝐓 ¹⁹⁹⁹

It was dark, the type of bar where you weren't sure if you should be there, and secrets were whispered with the smoke. I slid onto a vacant stool at the countertop, and the basses from the jukebox started booming into the blood that flowed through my veins.

The place was rather empty, but I had come in for one thing, and that was to get away from the everyday.

It was then that I first felt his eyes on me. Slouched against the wall opposite, his very dark eyes roamed with a look just about deadly. He had more to him, something almost dangerous. His long black curls and lean frame were unmistakable.

Kirk Hammett, guitarist from Metallica. There was something more about him tonight, though, it was like this air of mystery that really pulled me in like a moth into flame.

I took a deep breath, felt the heat rise in my cheeks, and walked over to him. My heart was thrumming out a bet far louder than the music in my ears while I advanced on him. His eyes met mine then, and a slow, wicked smile curved his supple lips.

"Hey," I said, trying to be casual, but it emerged from my lips all wrong.

"Hey yourself," he said, his voice like a low, velvety purr. "What's a girl like you doing in a place like this, hm?"

"Just looking for trouble," I said boldly, feeling a little slice at his sharp gaze.

He chuckled, a sound that sent a shiver crawling down my spine like a frail spider. "Well, you've found it."

The next thing I knew, we were hailing a cab to go to his place. The pressure between us pulsed minutely, almost deadly in that small space. His hand lay casually on my thigh, the fingers making lazy circles that sent ripples up my skin.

We had hardly entered his apartment, a dark, Gothic decor for which seemed tailor made, when the door had already slammed behind us, but he had me pressed against the wall, his mouth covering mine in a very quick, possessive kiss. His hands cantered like fire across my body, and with every touch, the burning grew.

"You're sure about this?" he murmured against my lips, his breath practically burning. "I'm not all you think I am."

"More than sure," I said, my voice breathy and in need of anything he would give me. "I want this. I want you."

A growl rumbled from deep within his chest, a very primitive sound that sent a shock through me. Scooping me up, he carried me into the bedroom and tossed me onto the bed, using a strength that belied his lean frame. Standing over me, his eyes blazed with something so primal.

"You're mine tonight," he said, the promise in his voice so very black.

"Yes..." I whispered, having no defenses against him.

He crawled onto the bed, his body covering mine and leaving me in his shadow. He had his hands everywhere, exploring, claiming, taking.

"You taste so good," he muttered against my skin as his lips trailed down my neck. "I can hear your heart racing. Scared?."

I gasped when his teeth caught my skin, just a hint of what was to come. "Please," I begged.

"Patience, my love," he said with a low, dark chuckle. "I'm going to take my time with you."

His hands found the hem of my black dress, pulling it up and over my head. He took a moment to admire my body, his eyes sharpening in a way that was almost animalistic. Then he was on me again, his mouth claiming mine as his hands explored every inch of my exposed skin.

"You're so beautiful, darling," he murmured against my lips. "So perfect."

I moaned, arching into his touch. "Please, Kirk. I need you."

He chuckled again, dangerously. "Oh, you'll have me. Every last bit of me."

He smiled down at my vulnerable figure. His teeth looking much sharper than before, his pupils dialated in pure hunger.

With that, he moved down, his mouth finding the sensitive spot at the base of my neck. This time, his teeth grated against the skin, and I cried out in a mix of pleasure and pain. He licked the spot soothingly before biting down, his fangs piercing my sensitive skin.

It was an inexpressible feeling, a sharp, pinch of pain that eventually turned to a flood of pleasure. I felt his mouth on me, drinking deeply, and felt my arousal raise another notch as he groaned.

He pulled back, licking the wound clean. "You taste better than I thought you would, darling," he said, voice heavy.

"More," I begged, my body shaking with need.

"As you wish," he replied, his eyes flashing with ill intent.

He moved lower, his mouth finding my breasts. He sucked and nipped at my nipples, sending things straight to my core. His hands gripped my hips, holding me in place as he devoured my body with his lips, leaving dark hickies.

I was shaking, quivering by the time he finally moved between my legs. His mouth found my most sensitive spot and I cried out when he licked and sucked, driving me to the edge of madness. I tangled fingers in his curly hair.

"Kirk, please," I begged, my voice barely audible to him between my legs. "I need you inside me."

He lifted his glance to mine, eyes blazed. "You're mine," he said, low, growling. "Every inch of you."

Hequickly sat up and tore off his black jeans and boxers. I stared at his erection, he had a nice dick, probaby a good 7 inches, dark pink tip and a few small veins twirling up his shaft.

Kirk pressed himself at my entrance, and I yelped as he thrust into me, filling me nearly to the hilt. It was perfect, pleasure and pain blending together in equal measures.

"You're so fuckin' tight," he groaned, his hands gripping my hips. "So perfect for me, aren't ya?"

I could only moan in return, lost to the stretch of him inside me. He bent down, his mouth reaching my neck once more. This time, he bit hard, his fangs deep inside my flesh. The pain was exquisite, a sharp shock that sent me spinning into my mind.

He sucked deeply, the thrusts of his body becoming more urgent as he fed. I felt the life draining out of me with every pulse; the blood was replaced by a dark, unending lust that consumed me. I clung to him, my body shaking with the force of my orgasm, as I unexpectedly came, spasming around his girth.

When he finally drew back, I was quivering and gasping for breath. He licked at the 2nd wound he had made, his eyes nearly black and full of satisfaction. "All mine," he growled.

"Yes," I whispered, complelty captured by him now.

He kissed me hard, tongue probing my mouth with an almost feral need. The taste of my own blood on his lips was someting I never knew I needed.

"All mine," he repeated, his voice a dark promise. "Forever."

And in that instant, I knew it was true. I was his completely. Bound to him, inextricably, by blood and by desire, that now would never set me free.

[shhhsupertopsecret]

Bats - Connor Kent

an: some sort of established connection between reader and batfamily (I’ll let you decide) and based on the half-canon “No Metas in Gotham” rule because I think it’s funny. I love domestic batfamily. Let them be a lil silly. Not beta'd :) 

WC: 1205

Secretly dating someone with a single brain cell was not for the faint of heart. Dating a meta from out of town while you live in Gotham was also for the faint of heart. 

“Connor, for fuck’s sake!” You fell onto your back, knocking the air out of your lungs, when Connor appeared upside down in your window. He looked at you, his gaze soft with humor. A shit-eating grin pulled at his lips. 

“May I be gifted entrance?” He tilted his head, a strand of hair falling from where his glasses were pushing his hair back. When you had just about gathered your bearings, you pulled him through the window. 

“What if B sees you? Are you out of your mind?” Your face was pinched in reasonable concern. 

“No ‘hello’? No ‘how are you’? No ’thank you for breaking Batman’s rules to come see me because you love me so much?’” He wrapped one arm loosely around your waist. You really did miss him. There hadn’t been a reason to work together as of late. Making excuses to see him when surrounded by detectives was really hard. By god, you missed him.  

“Hello, I love you, I am so happy to see you, I was numb with loneliness before you appeared”, you placed a kiss to the tip of his nose, “Satisfied?”

“I’ll accept it. So…I can stay?” You rolled your eyes at his half-smirk. He was such a dork. 

“Fine, if you must.” Your voice was thick with mock-aloofness, you turned up your nose. You pulled the curtains closed (maybe that was a little paranoid, but all it took was one far away picture in the groupchat to have a dozen bats - mainly Tim - at your door). 

“Movie?” He had already made himself comfortable amongst your pillows and stuffed animals. 

“Of course. My pick this time!” He laughed and relented. As you approached the bed, he opened his arms for you to lay down. You wished he could be with you all the time. It wasn’t that you were ashamed of him, you could not think of anyone you would rather be with, but you were a little apprehensive for the other bats to know. Firstly, you would have to fight Tim for his attention and you were not good at sharing. Secondly, you would be fraternizing with a Kent and Bruce was real weird about Supes. Thirdly, you had a pack of pseudo-brothers who would want a few words. Bad mix. It was nice to share a bubble with Connor.

Halfway through the movie, you and Connor had molded into one person. Arms and legs were entangled. You were both cocooned in your comforter. You laid nearly fully on top of him, ear over his heart. You were half-asleep, more comfortable than you had been in a while. There was a knock at the door, not unexpected as you had ordered food 30 minutes ago. You pulled away from the tangle, not without Connor letting out a whine. 

“Food, babe. Be right back.” You placed a kiss on his forehead and grabbed his jacket off the bedside chair to cover your pajamas. 

“Coming!” You called as you shuffled to the door, pulling it open. 

That was not a pizza delivery. 

You met eyes with Tim. You contorted your body in an approximation of casual body language. 

“Hey, Tim. What brings you to these pastures?” You leaned against the doorframe. That was a really fucking stupid thing to say. You were not selling casual very well. You had been ambushed! 

“...Hey?” If Tim’s expression was anything to go by, you looked crazy. 

“The Computer’s systems went down before I could finish saving some files and Bruce said you had the physical drive?”

“Oh shit, yeah. It’s in my room. Just…wait here.” This was an easy fix. Give Tim the drive and he would be on his way. It was then that it struck you - you were wearing a jacket three sizes too big with very recognizable spikes on the shoulders. If you turn around there would be a blazing emblem sealing your coffin. No way any of this got past Tim. You felt like you were harboring a fugitive. You kept your cool - and slammed the door in Tim’s face. As quickly as possible, you ran to your room and ransacked your own drawers in search of the cursed USB drive. You ran back to the door, no doubt ten times more disheveled than when you first answered it. 

“Here you go!” You pressed the drive into Tim’s palm and slammed the door once again. Crisis averted??? You commenced the walk of shame back to your bedroom, no doubt that Connor heard that whole ordeal. 

“Pastures!?” You picked up the nearest pillow and slammed it into his face. 

“I KNOW!”

- - - - - - - - - - - -

You received a page to the Batcave. While you were hoping for a break, you were always on call. Not unexpected. You pulled yourself together and headed out the door. Your commute to the manor was thankfully uneventful. The sight that greeted you upon your entrance, however, was unexpected. 

Dick, Tim, Jason, and Damian sat around a table at different levels of enthusiasm. Dick and Tim wore matching expressions of mischief while Jason and Damian had equal expressions of disinterest. No doubt they were forced to be here.  

“Thank you for attending this meeting. Some information has come to light that we feel the need to debrief.” Dick was definitely having fun fucking with you. 

“I was forced to be here.” Jason was reading a book under the table. 

“I concur with Todd.” Damian didn’t even look up from the notebook he was drawing in. Aww, you felt so loved. 

“Is this necessary? I don’t interrogate you about your romantic escapades. And you-”, you pivoted to Tim, ”You really couldn’t keep this to yourself! You would think a detective would have more tact.” Tim was still smirking at you. 

“As a detective, I am incredibly nosy.” You leaned over and flicked his forehead.

“Uncalled for!” 

“Very called for!”

“Just wait until we tell Bruce.” You slammed your hands down on the table.

“Dick, please don’t. I will tell him when I have to. I would never get to see him if Bruce knew.” You were dead serious and borderline begging, which seemed to make this less fun. 

“You’re serious about him?” Dick softened into his more caring big brother mode. 

“So serious.” Dick smiled at that. He and the other bats had terrible romantic track records and it made him happy to see you able to succeed in that department. He slipped back into his business demeanor. 

“The council has decided - we will not be reporting to the higher authority, but we will be conducting a thorough examination of the suspect.” Was he a Supreme Court Justice now??? This did seem to perk Jason and Damian’s interest. Figures. Jason did have a history of trying to scare your romantic suitors. You threw an arm around his shoulder around Dick’s shoulder. 

“Thank you, dork. Don’t try to scare him too bad.” If this was their weird way of caring for you, you would let them have it. You would also have to warn Connor. 

[a-world-of-whimsy-5]

Hey can i ask Thranduil and (human) f!reader smut? When f!reader can't stare at his eyes because she's very shy and insecure with her expression during *cough cough* Thank you!

I'm sorry about that one with Thranduil x f!reader cant-stare-at-his-face that i didn't addresed my 'smut rating'? Anyway🔥🔥

It's all good. Time for some more Thranduil smut. Because it's Thranduil. And smut. I'll stop now.

"The looking glass"

✵Pairing: Thranduil x Fem. Reader (Human / Second person POV)

✵Themes: Smut / Soft 

✵Warnings: Insecure / Shy reader | Kissing | Praise | Body worship | Mirror sex | Fingering (fem receiving)

✵Word count: 1.3k words

✵Summary: Thranduil comes up with a unique "solution" when he realises how shy his partner is in bed.

✵Rating: 🔥🔥| Minors DNI | 18+

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Thranduil gripped your chin and forced you to meet his gaze. "Sweet starlight, why do you turn your face from me?"

You said nothing, your cheeks merely burning with embarrassment. Thranduil’s question should have surprised you, but it did not. Whenever you shared pleasures with the king, he would want to look into your eyes, and you would inevitably close them and turn away. Before this night, he did not ask why you did it, and now? Now he wanted some sort of explanation.

Of course, you had an explanation, just one, but that embarrassed you even more.

"Starlight?" Thranduil was not about to let this go. "Why do you look away?"

You hummed quietly and sat up, flushing when the king sat up with you. "I… umm… that is…" you stumbled over your words, your tongue tied up in knots. Thranduil studied you with barely disguised curiosity while you fidgeted with the hem of your robe. "The thing is… I…" you buried your face in your hands and sighed. "I am not sure you would like how I look when we… when we…"

Understanding dawned, and Thranduil smiled when he heard a muffled scream. "Starlight," he pulled your hands away from your face. "Is that what troubles you? That I might be repulsed by the expressions you make when making love?"

You nodded meekly, still too embarrassed to face him. Thranduil kept smiling and looked around, his gaze skimming over the chamber before it rested on something that caught his eye and piqued his interest—something that gave him an idea. "Stay here," he said, and rose out of bed.

You raise your head, wondering what he was up to. The answer presented itself soon enough with the sound of wood creaking. Thranduil had hefted a large silvered-looking glass, one that was taller than him, and brought it over, placing it at the foot of the bed with a soft thud.

"There," he huffed, dusting his hands before joining you in bed. "That should do nicely."

You studied your reflection in the shimmering glass and gulped. "Do nicely for what, my love?"

Thranduil smiled—a slow, wicked smile—before making himself comfortable next to you. "I want you to see, starlight," he breathed huskily, and he helped you to your knees, his arm around your waist. "I want you to see that there is nothing for you to hide. I want you to see how much I enjoy seeing you while I pleasure you—that there is nothing for you to be shamed by. Now, will you permit me to go further?"

The very idea of it—watching him in the reflection of that looking glass while he pleasured you—was just so shocking, so very sinful, and more than a little daunting. It made you nervous to watch him like this, to have him look up and watch you; you were unsure you could do it. Still, you could not keep averting your gaze every night, so you came to a decision and nodded. "Yes. You can go further."

Thranduil’s eyes blazed in the dim candlelight, his hands reaching over to your robe. You felt it—the heat of his breath against the nape of your neck when he moved slightly behind you, the warmth of his hands that radiated through your silks. And you kept still, so very still, your gaze fixed on the looking glass.

The king took his time, untying the belt of your robe and drawing it away, exposing what lay beneath. "You look like a painting, starlight," he murmured, his hands sliding over to your belly. "Your body is so perfect, like you had stepped out of a vision."

Helpless and stunned, you continued to keep still, unable to tear your eyes away from what you were witnessing in the looking glass. Thranduil’s hand moved up, over to your breasts, running his fingers over your nipples over and over again until they started to throb and ache, and harden beneath his touch.

"Do you see it, starlight, how your body trembles?" Thranduil whispered, his touch persistent and demanding.

Flushed and breathless, you did indeed see it—how the muscles of your belly fluttered, how your entire body quivered. And there was Thranduil, his eyes darkening with lust, the need in his gaze matching the growing desire in yours. You felt it, growing prickles of pleasure all over your body, heat slowly pooling at your core. You blushed and instinctively tried to look away, but Thranduil caught it.

"Look into the looking glass, starlight," he crooned, his hand gliding down to the apex of your thighs. "And focus on me. I want you to see how high I could take you."

You raised your eyes and found his locked on yours. Embarrassment slowly morphed into something else, something dark and primal, when he moved his hand over to your slit and found it already hot and wet. His fingers moved in a slow, delicate rhythm, and his name parted your lips in almost a sob. You still couldn’t look away, not when he possessed you the way he did. Your body started to move against him; your hands moved to rest over his, and his groan, guttural and harsh, felt so sweet to your ears. 

"That is it, starlight," he rasped, his voice already roughened, when your first moan spilled free. "Show me how much you desire this."

Thranduil watched, utterly spellbound, as you came undone in front of him, how you sagged into him, your moans and mewls slowly turning to pleas. Pleas for more, pleas for him to go faster, to take you higher. He wanted to incite and inflame, to break down your walls, and he was amply rewarded when your hands pressed over his, to guide him. He slid a finger inside the warmth of your sex, then another, moving them inside you, slowly growing drunk on your needy moans.

"Th-thranduil," you whimpered shakily, all sense of shame now long forgotten. The sight of the woman in that looking glass, her body yielding to pleasure of the acutest kind, her eyes darkening with each deft stroke, was too beautifully erotic, and you took great pleasure in seeing it—how he pleasured you, how he took you higher and higher, like he promised.

"Do you see, sweet starlight?" Thranduil cooed sweetly, "Do you see you have nothing to hide? How much I delight in seeing you this way?"

How true he was, and how foolish you felt. And how Thranduil looked on, with lust-filled eyes, as if he were feasting on what he was seeing. "I do see," you breathed, harsh and ragged, the muscles in your belly coiling as your release neared. 

"Keep looking, starlight," Thranduil ran his tongue over your neck even as you trembled and he felt a tightening around his fingers. You were close, so very close. "See how beautiful you are even now."

And you looked on with heavy-lidded eyes as a wave of bliss rose higher and higher, as a sweet, delightful pressure grew stronger and stronger, unceasing, until it felt like your body splintered, and Thranduil’s name came out like a desperate, wanton cry. Your entire body shook against his as you slumped into him, your breath coming out in shallow pants. Thranduil held onto you, moaning softly as your walls contracted around his fingers, pulling them deeper. His gaze cut to the looking glass and found you, looking right back at him, your lips curling into a deep and satisfied smile.

"You were right," you murmured, your hands still over his. You turned to the side and found his lips just over yours. "There was nothing for me to be shamed by."

Thranduil leaned in and kissed you, his body humming with unsated need. "Absolutely nothing," he said, before helping you lay back in bed. "And now, starlight, I hope you will indulge me, by letting me make incredibly thorough love to you this night."

No longer plagued by your fears, you smiled and welcomed him into his arms.

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[spacebarbarianweird]

Can I request Aasimar Tav headcanons (with astarion)? I barely see anything about Aasimar Tav since it's a mod to get in game

Astarion x Protector Aasimar!Tav

Masterlist

Headcanons

Aasimar are pretty new as a race and there are three main types: Protector, Scourge and Fallen.

Protector Aasimar is filled with the power of goodness to protect the weak, root out evil anywhere, and stand tirelessly in the path of darkness. From a young age, they receive advice and guidance that encourages him to resist evil.

Scourge Aasimar is filled with a divine energy that blazes within. It fuels a strong desire to destroy evil - a desire at best firm and at worst all-consuming. Many aasimars wear masks to shield themselves from the world and focus on containing this power, removing the mask only during battle.

Fallen Aasimar is touched by the forces of darkness in their youth or turn to evil as an adult. Their inner light has been replaced by shadow. Instead of angelic wings, they have skeleton ones which aren't fit for flying but good for intimidation.

I am going to do Protector Aasimar for you, and later I will do Fallen Aasimar for another request I have. If you want Scourge Aasimar or another vision of the character, let me know in the inbox!

You are born of celestial blood, a descendant of angelic creatures.

Raised among humans, your skin is pale, and metallic freckles scatter over your perfect face.

Your eyes are perfect silver, the glow in the dark.

A ghostly halo crowns your head.

And what is the most important, you have wings.

They are big and strong, you learned to fly before you learned to walk.

Your patron is Myllandra, a cold and distant creature.

Torn between two worlds, you are neither a celestial nor a human.

Not immortal, your lifespan is even shorter than one of a half-elf.

Your patron gives you orders and you have to follow them even if it means you ignore someone's sufferings.

You are given an order - you need to lead the fight against the Absolute.

If it means someone dies in the process, it's not your problem.

But you must not fight the Selunites' wars against the Sharns.

Don't look for the Night Song.

You obey and abide, cold and distant as you've been taught.

But the tadpole cuts your connection with your patron, forcing you to make decisions on your own.

You suddenly can decide whom to help. You can have fun. You can fall in love.

Astarion is absolutely bewildered by you.

An aasimar! A descendant of angels!

And, gods, your wings!

They are wonderful!

Your blood tastes divine in the truest sense.

And Astarion sort of corrupts you, teaching you to be selfish, to cherish material things - everything which was forbidden to you.

But the moment comes and he realizes he can't lie anymore. You are too pure, too honest, it's unfair to play games with you.

He confesses and waits for the divine punishment.

Instead, you hug Astarion wrapping him in your wings.

Corrupted and free, you are still an aasimar.

Now, when you are together, he often caresses your wings in public.

He especially loves cleaning the feathers of blood and gore.

And putting ointment on your back to ease the muscle pain after flying.

You are shocked to see the Night Song.

An aasimar! Just like you!

But why were your patron's orders like that? What is going on?

You act according to your ideals and win the war on your own terms.

When it's all over, you are ready to cover Astarion with your wings from the sun but instead…

He doesn't burn.

Your blood gives him temporary resistance.

But-

Your patron is back.

Myllandra is pissed.

She spares you the details of how much you have interfered with the divine plan and what a horrible creature you are.

As a punishment, she rips your wings off.

The pain is so unbearable you want to die.

Now you are locked in some interdimensional prison, restrained with chains and cursed with never never-ending pain of having your wings torn.

You've lost track of time, your life is only pain and suffering, the divine punishment for everything you did.

The thing is -

You aren't alone.

You hear the distant sounds of fighting, of some cruel battle outside the walls of your prison.

And then your chains are broken with the Orphic Hammer.

"Fuck, what has this bitch done to you", you hear the exhausted voice.

Of course.

Astarion isn't afraid of some angel who thinks too much about herself.

He is here. Along with the Night Song and the Selunites.

It takes you time to forget your imprisonment. The pain. The desperation.

What is worse, is the changes in your body.

You have the chronic pain in your back. Your skin is much darker than it was. Your eyes return to their "natural" grey color and don't glow in the dark.

Though, your blood still protects Astarion from the sunlight.

Even your patron can't take everything from you.

Together, you stay with the Selunites.

You are still Protector Aasimar - and there are plenty of ways to live up to your ideals.

Together, you are a peculiar couple.

A mutilated aasimar and a vampire, both in the Selunites' armor, go to the darkest and most cursed places to be heroes and adventurers.

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[ahbts]

Kinktober day 10: Jegulus - Praisekink || NSFW || words: 1041 || Tags: double praise kink - older Jegulus - blowjob - anal sex (day 22 of @jeguluskinktoberr )

James looks up at Regulus from where he is laying between his legs, cock in his mouth and spit on his chin from the last good ten minutes he has been sucking his husband off.

The loss of contact makes Regulus look down and find James smiling up at him. Having been married for more than twenty years makes it easy for Regulus to decipher what James is fishing for and his emerald eyes twinkle playfully when they meet James’.

“You've been so good, Jamie, the way you suck my cock is unmatched,” Regulus cooes as he pushes himself up on his elbows so he can look down more easily. James feels the hot tingle of the words crawl up his spine and he leans down to continue what he had been doing.

A well-earned moan leaves Regulus’ lips, and James looks up to find his husband with his head thrown back and his legs spread even wider. “Oh you're so amazing James, I want more of it, anything your prefect fucking body can give me.”

James deepthroats Regulus as he lets the praise settle into his bones. His hands caresse the inside of Regulus’ thigh and dip to the inside before pushing so Regulus’ legs fall open even a bit more and automatically up as well, exposing himself to James’ minstartions.

“Want to make you feel good, love,” James tells Regulus as he pop's off his cock and kisses down his balls. “Want to hear your words and moans and everything else that would come out of your pretty mouth, you will take it so well.”

Regulus gasps and shuffles down in a gesture for James to get on with it, which he happily does. With the first strokes of his tongue he hears Regulus groan softly and a ‘fuck, so good’ thrown his way.

It's easy to get a finger into the man as he is already very relaxed. James curls it in the exact right way while keeping up his kisses and licks.

“God Jamie, yes, your fingers are the second best thing to have ever filled me,” Regulus groans, reaching down to wind his hands in James’ hair, the greying streaks in them reminding James every time he looks at himself of how quick time is passing.

“Yeah? Need something else sweetheart?” James asks, feeling his heartbeat quicken as he meets the blazing emerald green that's looking at him with nothing but love.

“Please,” Regulus begs, letting go of James’ hair so he can come up to kiss him. The soft lips James knows so well greet him greedily, and he devours him while Regulus’ hand reaches down and strokes James to a point of panting.

“If you want me to fuck you, you should stop because those hands of you make me insane,” James growls into Regulus’ ear as he kisses down his neck, biting softly and leaving marks all he likes.

“Says you,” Regulus counters, but he halts his movement so James can maneuver himself under Regulus. He grins up at his husband and Regulus just smiles in return. “Is your back still hurting?”

“No,” James shakes his head honestly, “I just want to see you ride me.”

Regulus laughs as he suffles down a bit, his hand reaching for the lube and spreading it on James’ cock as well as his hole. “Oh, is that so?” He asks, lowering himself to grind his lubed arse onto James’ stiff erection. “How come?”

“Because you are ethereal, and I love you, and you look fucking amazing for a fifty year old.”

“Forty-nine,” Regulus corrects him as he sits up on knees and grabs onto James so he can spear himself onto his cock. “Not there yet.”

James can't not focus on the feeling of Regulus around him but tries as he laughs and retorts. “One more week, love.”

“Ssst, I'm in denial,” Regulus chuckes, leaning down while settling on James’ cock and rocking slowly to kiss his husband sweetly. “We're not going to talk about that right now,” he states, whispering against James’ lips. “Right now, I'm going to ride you like I am still twenty and just discovering your body.”

“You still look like it,” James smiles, squeezing Regulus’ hips as the man sits up and starts moving himself up and down slowly.

“Liar,” Regulus laughs, which turns into a moan as he moves down.

“I would never,” James groans, bucking his hips up to meet Regulus’ movements down. “You are so gorgeous, so gracefull and even the popping of your knees is a beautiful sound.”

In retalliation, Regulus plants his hands on James’ chest and makes himself move quick, letting James slip in and out in such a rapid rate he can only moan and gasp while Regulus uses him for his own pleasure.

“Oh god, Jamie you feel so good,” he moans, falling forward onto James chest as his legs start shaking. James keeps up his trusting, proving Regulus’ point. “You are so good for me.”

“You take me so well, love,” James sighs in contentment as he feels his orgasm approach. “Let me take care of you.”

They flip, Regulus resting on his back now and James propped up on his knees as he slides back in, taking Regulus’ aching cock in his hands. “So fucking beautiful,” he tells him and Regulus groans loudly.

“Jamie, James I will come, keep talking,” Regulus tells him and James obeys, leaning forward and kissing Regulus’ neck while he strokes him and keeps up his thrust.

“You are so tight, god you feel amazing, I will not hold on for long, love, please come for me,” James tells him, his thrusts getting more sloppy and he feels Regulus thicken under his hand.

“Fuck, shit. So fucking good,” Regulus gasps before arching his back and spilling over James’ hand.

“God look at that,” James tells him, admiring the man he loves so dearly. “You're devine.”

The clenching of Regulus around his cock makes James colapse into his own climax and he falls on top of his husband with a satisfied moan.

“Good boy,” Regulus cooes as his hand glides through James’ hair. He snuggles closer and lets himself be englufed by all the love between them.