#cw:smut

[vibeswithisha]

Cw:Smut, Oral (female receives) 

Connie was infatuated by you, your eyes, your body, your melanin skin. Everything was just so perfect to him. That’s why you’re laid on your back, legs up being held by Connie in the dim lit bedroom as his tongue is deep in your slick folds. “o-omg Connie” you moan as your eyes wander down at Connie between your thighs, Connie has been gone all day delivering to his customers and you missing him caught a attitude about him being gone for so long.

“ I know mama..but this is what you wanted right?” Connie said as he continued to stuck his tongue deeper into your slick folds, he told one hand off your leg letting it go, bringing his hand to your wet folds, sticking two fingers in thrusting them inside.“I-I’m sorry papa..please..I can’t t-take it” you begged as you whined, you felt close to your fourth orgasm of the night, eyes rolling to the back of your head and attempting to close your legs.

“Open them fucking legs up mama, stop playing with me” Connie said in a deep voice. Connie was determined to give you what you wanted and make you cum all night. “B-baby I can’t hold it anymore” you moaned as you placed your hands on his black durag he was wearing trying to push him away. “Go ahead mama m’ right here cum for me pretty girl” Connie told you as he was licking your folds in a face pace nosed stuffed in your wet pussy. He didn’t have to tell you more than once as you came to you fourth orgasm, feeling the once pressure you felt released squirting all over connie’s face and the silk sheets. “That’s right pretty girl squirt for papa” Connie moaned as he licked up the juices from the mess you had made. “I ain’t done with you, yet turn over pretty girl” Connie said as he stood up from your in between your thighs. 

You knew you was in trouble. 

[druidwolf21]

Just saw your Lion el Jonson or Sanguinius question and I say just do which ever ones that make you happy.

Also may I request a Twin Sibling Blank/Pariah Reader x Konrad Curze smut or Sandwiched Lorgar x Reader x Mortarion smut, please. The first one can be about after finally bringing peace to Nostramo the two think it's time celebrate by having their first time together and for the second one both Lorgar and Mortarion having been secretly going to therapy sessions with our reader and somehow the both of them find out they are seeing the same therapist and so both wish to be in a relationship together while sharing reader.

Thanks Anon! It's always nice to have a bit of support when you're writing!

And thanks so much for the request!

I would absolutely love to write this for you!

It's probably not what you had in mind, but I still hope you enjoy it

Lorgar/mortarion/therapist (kinda) reader

CW:smut!

@kit-williams @beckyninja @lemon-russ @moodymisty @jaghatai-khock @kit-williams

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Your eyes raised from your work as you heard the door to the office open and close with a quiet click. Laying your cleaning rag aside, you rose to your feet and peered over the desk cautiously, eyes softening as you saw who had entered.

"my lord Aurelian, you gave me a scare, I'm sorry I didn't know you would need this room, I'll finish up and be on my way"

The primarchs stood before you, resplendent in robes of word bearers heraldry, intricate amber threads of holy scripture woven into the flowing silken gambeson. His hard eyes softened as they found your small figure and he wove his way around towards you, seating his large frame on a chaise lounge as he followed your movement with a lilac stare. He patted the cushion next to him and gestured his head.

"actually, I was hoping to find you. join me?" He questioned softly.

You threw a soft smile towards your lord as you perched in the edge of the seat. It was not uncommon for the colchisian to seek out your company and ear. He had found you to be a quiet listener and a sound advisor on matter or a more personal nature. He spent a lot of your time together relaying his childhood on colchis, the abuse at the hands of its priests, and the fervent beliefs that carried him through dark nights. In turn, you provided words of comfort and perspective he had not found anywhere else, easing the burdens on his mind as he listened to your soothing tones.

"of course, my lord, I am at your disposal"

He fidgeted slightly as you sat, his large fingers intertwined together before separating and fiddling with a loose thread on his tunic.

"I have a question I would ask of you, though I beg your answer be of your own thoughts and not one of duty"

Your frowned slightly, brows furrowed as you opened your mouth to speak, before the sound of the door opening again drew your attention.

The soft swishing of robes and the scuffing of boots heralded the arrival of another.

Mortarion, primarch of the death guard cast a long shadow across the room as he glared at you seated beside his brother. His ashen skin almost lucent in the dark light of the study.

"Lorgar" he growled, eyeing the priest suspiciously as he stalked slowly towards the edge of the seat, sea green robes sweeping the floor as positioning himself behind you like a jealous guard dog. "I need this serf, I will return her to you later, should you need her"

Lorgar shook his head, not moving from his seat as he eyed his sibling with equal distrust. "Alas, brother, I have a need of her also." He leaned forward slightly, threading his fingers into a peak. "She has provided comfort to me and I am in need of her perspective"

Mortarion eyebrows shot up towards his brow as he heard his brother's words. "Perspective from a baseline Lorgar? How you have lowered yourself" he sneered, leaning forward, unwilling to admit he has come for the exact same reason.

Lorgar's burnished skin flushed with rage as he purses his lips, biting back a snide he response, he quirked a brow quizzically a the shrouded giant.

"and pray, mighty death guard, what do you seek out the little serf for?"

You raised your hands at the lords, placating their rage with gentle movements as the air between them seemed the crackle with tension.

"my lord please! Do not allow me to be the cause of a petty squabble, I am duty bound to aid however I can, please, I beg you, let us discuss this sensibly! My ear is not so limited I cannot listen to you both"

"but, my lady, I do not just want your ear"

You blinked slowly as Lorgar's hand stroked your thigh, his touch sending goosebumps across your body. You eyes trailed from his grip to meet his face, his eyes dark as he lent down towards you and gently brushed your lips with his own as his other hand slid up your neck to your chin, holding your head up as he pressed into you. You felt yourself go limp in his touch and sighed into his kiss, your own hand moving to cup his cheek as he depends the touch, running his tongue along your lip and humming as you parted them allowing him to taste you.

Your thumb ran across the intricate tattoos on his face as you sucked his tongue, earning a groan from the man and a tight squeeze of your leg at your action. You pulled away from him and smirked slightly, relishing in the way his eyes fluttered open and his lips parted in a pant as you withdrew. Your gaze trailed across his skin, almost bronze under the harsh light and flushed from your touch. His eyes, violet and bright as amethyst, bore into your own as he blinked at you slowly before casting his sight to something behind you. You barely registered a lithe hand grasping your chin before your head was turned and another set of lips smashed forcefully against your own, cold fingers firmly gripping your jaw as his mouth worked against yours. The touch was rough in comparison and you gasped as the new hands roughly handled you, twisting in your hair and tangling in your clothes. Your head was roughly pulled back as mortarion' s burning stare devoured you.

You lent back against the leather sofa, looking between the two men breathlessly.

"my lord, I really don't think this is appropriate, a serf is not... Respectable for a primarch" you finally sighed as you ran your hands through your hair.

Lorgar looked away and rose from his seat, palming his hand across the crown of his head as he spun away from you. The gold ink of his tattoos reflected faintly as he paced backwards and forwards in front of you. Mortarion watched him as he moved before turning his amber gaze back to you, a small grimace creasing his lips.

"I don't care" he hissed. Reaching over he gripped your ankles, sliding you down to sofa length ways with a squeal, your head resting on the arm rest as his large hands moved from your calves upwards, pausing before flipping the fabric of your skirt over your stomach. The pale skin of his face flushed as his eyes wandered from your face, down to your panties, lingering on the dark wet patch discoloring the crotch of the lacy material. He sneered as he ran a finger along the slick material, earning a shuddering gasp from you. "You seem to be enjoying this a lot for something that isn't appropriate" he glanced back to the hulking figure who had stopped wondering to watch your interaction unfold.

"I'm willing to share, but if you're too proper to engage in such things, all the more for me" he ran his tongue along his dry lips and continued to press into your soaked clothed cored with a long callused finger, soaking up the sweet noises you made as he pulled the lace off you and lazily rubbed a circle into your flesh.

Lorgar watched hungrily as mortarion's head dipped between your thighs, he saw the way your body shuddered and your chest heaved as the primarch lapped at your cunt, heard the moans and heavy breaths. Your hands tangled in long hair and pushed mortarion's head down as your hips rise to meet his lips.

Lorgar moved his hand down to his crotch, palming his heavy erection through the material as he watched you squirm, lilac eye almost black from his blow pupils, dilated in arousal. He felt something inside him snap and muttering prayers to the emperor and holy terra he stormed forward, towards the end of the sofa where your head rested.

You looked up through heavy lidded, meeting the starved stare of the urizen before his soft hands gently guided your head backward, bending your neck over the armrest before fumbling with his trousers. You gasp as he released his throbbing cock, the thick member bouncing against his stomach as he pulled it free. He took the base of his shaft in one hand, guiding it into your open mouth and stroking your cheek with his other, muttering scared words, blessing the sanctity of your mouth as he slid himself slowly towards your throat.

Mortarion pulled his head away and admired his work, your cunt twitching and soaked from his touch, before looking up at his brother, smirking as he finally caved and took you. Settling on his knees between your legs and lifting your ass to meet him, He dropped his own bottoms and pulled his dick out, jerking his rough palm along his own length before rubbing the tip against your wet hole and admiring the way your stretched and spasmed to accommodate his size, strong digits leaving bruise in the soft fat of your thighs as he held you still.

You gasped around Lorgar, you thin fingers lashing out and squeezing his strong thighs as you felt mortarion enter you. His girth stretching you to your limit as you tried to cry out, finding your voice caught in your throat as lorgar thrust forward, his tip tickling the back of your throat. You felt your brain melting into hot mush as you were filled, mind blank as the primarchs thrust into you from both ends. Lorgar's heavy balls slapping into the bridge of your nose as he fucked your mouth and you ran your tongue along the hot hard dick in your mouth, tasting precum as you swirled along a vein towards his glans, savoring his stuttered groan as his gentle touch found your breasts, pinching your nipples and twisting them, you hummed, allowing the vibrations to reverberate through your mouth into his sex.

Mortarion suddenly thrust hard, demanding your mind return to him, bending you to his touch as he drove into your wet pussy, his limp hair tickled the flushed skin on your stomach as he leaned over, fucking you as deep as he could, you core warm and wet, tightened and spasmed around him as he rubbed against your G spot with each motion.

"all your advice was just words of temptation" he hissed, pile driving your sopping cunt, spurred on by your muffled cries "whorish words to corrupt us"

Lorgar nodded in agreement, swear glistened from his bald head as he slid relentlessly past your lips. "Do not fear, little one" he grunted, his eyes squeezed shut in concentration "I will drive the holy doctrine deep into you"

You could only close your eyes and cry out in muffled pleasure as the titans used you, your body bouncing between them as they fucked you senseless. The knot in your stomach tightening and snapping free over and over as your orgasm ripped through your body with each thrust.

Lorgar's soft voice reached your ears as his great hand found your throat, tightening around it gently.

"accept this from me, let me fill you," he panted, his movement becoming uncoordinated as he neared his end, you blinked up at him, doe eyes hazy and wet from tears as you lathered your tongue around his tip. He rammed his prick against the back of your throat as he came and you gagged as the salty fluid rushed into your mouth, spilling out from your mouth and dripping down your face as he pulled out panting.

Mortarion followed close behind, cursing at you as he felt your walls flutter around him. "Your cunt pleases me as much as your words" he growled, jerking into your erratically as he drove towards his own high "such a good serf, comforting her lords" your pussy righted at his words and he groaned as he finished, spending himself within you as he shuddered, pumping his seed deep inside.

Pulling out, he spread your lips as he watched his cum leak from you, nodding to himself. Stepping back and tidying himself, he stood beside Lorgar as they both looked down at the mess. You lay twitching and heaving, cum leaking from your face and used whole as you shuddered in pleasured aftershocks.

"we have been blessed this day, death lord" Lorgar sighed, signing an aquilla across his chest as he turned to look at his companion, resting a hand on his shoulder. "Perhaps, this is an arrangement that could be... Revisited?"

Mortarion shrugged the hand off, turned back to the door to leave. "That would be amendable" he offered, before swinging the door open and taking his leave.

You turned your head at the sound and watched through glassy eyes as the word bearer gazed down at you.

"we should clean you up and offer our praises to the lords for your service to the imperium"

[ikyoudreamofme]

GHOSTFACE

A/N: Jake in the ghost face costume Is the sexiest thing I’ve seen all year. Yum😋. I don’t know why every story I write has a party in. I’ve never seen a Katy Perry costume so let’s be unique.Also I started writing this before their actual party so.✌🏼

CW:smut,unprotected, p in v, kinda public, bathroom sex, choking?, oral (M receiving)

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Jake and Johnnie threw a Halloween party every year and you were invited due to being Jake’s girlfriend. Of course the fans would expect you two to match but knowing Jake he would do something completely off the rails. You had been planning your Halloween costume for months wanting it to be perfect. You chose to be Katy Perry from the Roar music video. You got a cheetah print strapless top and tied it in the front. For the skirt you bought a pair of black booty shorts and covered it in fake leaves and lined the top with flowers.

You came downstairs after putting on your heels writing for your Tara to arrive you Hadn’t seen her costume but she told you it was insane. You didn’t know what to expect. She called you telling you she had arrived you grabbed a small purse putting your phone and keys in it leaving towards her car.

You got in and immediately started l laughing. She was Bart Simpson. “Tara how do you even think of these costumes omg.” You said in-between laughs. She just shrugs and smiles at you. Tara drives to Jake’s house you both sit in silence wondering what at Jake’s wearing he told you it was a surprise. You walk in Tara behind you, Johnnie and Grace are downstairs on the couch. “Hey guys!” Tara shouts making them look towards you guys. They both get up walking over to you two. “you guys looks so good omg.”you compliment, Grace thanks you hugging you. “Y/n what even are you supposed to be.” Johnnie says looking at your costume. Grace looks at him shocked. “She’s Katy Perry from Roar!” He just nods still confused. “Where’s Jake?” You ask looking for him. Johnnie tells you he’s upstairs.

You Knock on his door and hear a faint “yeah?” You open the door walking in seeing Jake in front of his mirror sorting his hair out before putting a ghost face mask on. Your jaw falls slack slightly and your heartbeat increases you bite your lip walking over to him standing beside him the height difference very clear. He looks down at you and takes the mask off smiling. “You look really good.” Jake mentions putting his hands around your waist. “You are so hot Jake” you say pulling him in for a kiss which he reciprocates.

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People start arriving and the party starts you’re talking to a couple friends and see Jake out of the corner of your eye, you turn your heads staring at him. All you could think about was how good he would look in the mirror, while you were bent over, with the mask on. He must have read your mind or something because he walks over to you and your friends. “Can I steal her for a minute?” He ask his hand on the small of your back. Your friends nod saying bye to you. “You keep staring, don’t act like I don’t see you.” Jake says pulling into the bathroom talking the mask off. You stay quiet trying to control your breathing. Jake pushes you against the wall kissing you aggressively. You kiss him back pulling him closer to you wrapping your arms around his neck. His hand goes to your throat and lightly squeezes on it. You gasp, his tongue slips into your mouth, your hand moves to his wrist getting him to loosen his grip on your neck which he does.

Jake trails kisses down your neck, sucking on your collarbone leaving dark purple marks. His hands drop to your top untying it letting it fall to your feet leaving you bare. His eyes fall to where your top once was, you could see them lighten up with lust and need. He quickly pulled down your skirt, thong along with it. He pushes you down onto your knees unbuckling his belt pulling it out of the loops and throwing it to the side.

Your hands go to his waistband in pulling his pants and boxers down, you look up at him taking his dick into your mouth. His head falls back and his hand falls back into your hair making a ponytail. “Fuck y/n..” Jake groans pushing your head down. You look up at him tears in your eyes as he thrusts his hips to your face.

“M’gonna come y/n.” Jake groans leaning his free hand on the wall in front of him. You move your hand to the base of his dick. “Shit baby..”Jake moans

He pulls you up telling you to jump, he grabs your thighs placing you onto the counter. He runs his hands down your hips pulling you closer to the edge of the counter. He lines himself up with your entrance and thrusts into you. You gasp grasping onto his shoulder, nails scratching him leaving red lines. “Oh my gosh..” you moan out head falling back on the mirror. Jake smirks pounding harder into you.

“Jake I’m s’close please.” You whimper squeezing your eyes shut,he pulls out and you snap your eyes open a frown forming on your lips. He pulls you down turning you around pushing you to lean over the sink. He thrust straight into you with no warning, you moan at it his name loudly looking up in the mirror. The ghost face mask has fallen over his face, Jake removes his hand from your hip to take it off. You grab his arm shaking you head aggressively. “Leave it on..” you say in a whisper your voice hoarse.

You feel a familiar knot form in you lower stomach, your hands reach behind you trying to slow down Jake’s movements. He grabs your wrists pinning behind you. “You close? Gonna cum f’me baby?” Jake talks all you can do is moan in response. He takes that as a yes and speeds up.

The knot in your stomach snaps and you break moanly loudly as Hake pulls you so your back is against his chest, your head falls on his shoulder.

[traffydren]

*slams the door*

hi there

I read that you are simp from Law and that you write smut and I said to myself, this is it, I'm going to leave my request

can you please write a smut Law x Femreader (virgin) where Reader is the captain of her crew and they are friends with the heart Pirates

SO she and Law have been playing cat and mouse and are finally once again in a situation where they can take their time without their crews running away from the navy and stuff like that.

And finally they declare their feelings and fuck

~Delicate (Trafalgar Law x Fem! Reader Smut)~

A/N: I loved this idea so much! I spent two days on this, thank you so much for requesting this lovely! I really enjoyed writing this! I hope you love it! <333

Likes and Re-blogs appreciated, DO NOT! Copy my work! Please and thank you!

CW:Smut below! minors DNI! contains: Fluff! Law and Reader dancing around each other, one cuss word? Law eating reader out, gentle loving missionary sex, unprotected sex (WRAP IT BEFORE YOU TAP IT!), Law being soft and gentle, soft, fluffy aftercare

I based the name of this fic from Taylor Swifts song Delicate!

Word Count: 2k words

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Being a pirate had its ups and downs. She was a pirate captain of her own crew, which can sometimes be a rowdy bunch. But she still cared about her crew like they are family, because to her, her crew is her family. She was friends with another fellow pirate crew. The Heart Pirates, their captain Trafalgar D. Water Law was an interesting man so to say. She felt attracted to the man, he was handsome. But there was a problem, the two everytime the crews met up, they danced around each other like a game of cat and mouse.

Right now was like any other day, it was surprisingly a calming day. The two crews were finally able to fully relax without having to worry about marines all the time wanting to capture them. So it felt nice to finally be able to relax and not stress about it. As per usual she and Law were bouncing around each other. Much to the two captains' crew's annoyance, it was completely obvious that the two were in love with each other. 

Both their crews decided to explore the island leaving her and Law alone on the Polar Tang, she was reading a book sitting down outside on the deck of the submarine like ship, Law was nearby sharpening Kikoku. He was quiet the whole time that he did so, she was starting to get bored. She let out a small sigh, which gained the attention of the said man. He looked up at her, raising his eyebrow at her. She looked at him.

“What?” she asked, looking at the man. He simply shrugged.“Nothing. If you’re that bored, you can always explore the island with the others.” He grunted out in his deep voice. “Nah I’m good. I’m bored, yes. But I would rather spend my time getting to finally enjoy the sun. Instead of always having to worry about the damn marines.” She spoke, as she closed the book she was reading, laying it down on the side. He grunted acknowledging her words without speaking. He was a man of not many words. Even though he always looked grumpy all the time.

She will never say it to his face, that regardless of the fact The Surgeon of Death always looked grumpy, and unapproachable, to her he was a sweet man, who cared about those closest to him. So he wasn’t a heartless man everyone made him out to be. If he was heartless he wouldn’t have saved strawhats life after Marineford.

So the man had a heart, and he cared just that he had different ways to show it. She didn’t even realize that she was still staring at Law, until he cleared his throat which got her attention. He stood up. “I’m gonna make myself something to eat. Do you want anything to eat? I'm sure there's something in the kitchen that you might like.” Law said, turning and looking at her. It made her heart start racing, she nodded. “Yes please, I would like that thanks.” She smiled at him. They headed back inside. Heading to the dining area. 

He went into the kitchen and made the two his favorite food Onigiri. His back was to her as he made the food. After he was done making the Onigiri he walked over to one of the tables she was sitting at, sitting one of the plates in front of her, and sat down with his plate of Onigiri right across from her. “Thanks Law.” She thanked the tattooed man across from her, he gave her a soft nod.

The two ate in silence, this was her second time trying his favorite food,it was really good. It made her heart swell that he was willing to share his favorite foods with her.  Now if only he would share what was on his mind. The look he was giving while focusing on his plate made her shiver from the intensity. She kept sneaking glances at the man, curiosity burning in her whole body. He felt her looking at him, he looked up at her raising his eyebrow in the process. “What? Is there something on my face?” He asked her, there was a piece of rice at the corner of his lip.

“Actually yes there is.” She giggled, before she reached over and softly brushed the rice from the corner of his lip. That made the man blush a little bit. “Thank you.” He thanked the woman sheepishly, she giggled a bit with a shy smile on her face. “Of course Law.” She spoke softly, her face was flushed with a blush also. He looked up at her again. The two held eye contact for what felt like a long time, but was actually only five minutes.

He thought she was beautiful, and he won’t lie he was attracted to the woman across from him, and he was tired of this cat and mouse game the two played, he needed to man up and confess to her. But why was it so hard to do so? The man has plenty of opportunities to do so, like right now is a good time. He let out a sigh “can I admit something to you?” He asked the woman across from him. She looked at him. “Yeah? What is it?” She inquired, confused while looking at him. 

“I… I like you.” He blurted out, making the woman start to blush at his words. She wasn’t stupid she knew what he was doing, he was confessing to her. “I l-like you too L-Law.” She spoke shyly, a blush still adorning her beautiful face. And regardless of the fact the two have already confessed he still was going to be respectful, and ask her one thing.

“Can I kiss you?” He asked her. She blushed even more at his question, but she nodded softly. He stood up walking over to the side of the table she sat at, he bent down to her height. Leaning in softly putting his lips against her own, she kissed him back. They held close together as they continued to kiss. Both were new to this and didn't want to process without making the other feel uncomfortable. They pulled away briefly for air, but quickly went back to kissing. 

Room, Shambles he had shambled the two, to his room on the sub. The two were still kissing, as he laid her down softly on the bed. He pulled away from her lips, looking down at the woman underneath his larger body. Both of their faces are adorned with a blush. His eyes were blown wide with lust and love. But there was one little problem.

She was a virgin…. He saw the scared look on her beautiful face. “Are you okay? We can stop.” He said quickly, looking at the smaller woman worriedly. She shook her head, she didn’t want to stop. “No! No! It's just…I’m a virgin.” She whimpered. His eyes went wide for a bit, but then they went soft. “Don’t worry, I’ll be gentle, I promise. But if it’s too much, please tell me.” He spoke softly, but also very serious. “Yes Law.” She whispered, causing him to smile softly. He then started to kiss her neck softly. He lifted her shirt up softly, and unclipped her bra. 

He looked at her breasts, she was utterly beautiful. “So beautiful.” He spoke softly, as he leaned down taking one of her nipples into his mouth, starting to suck on it. While he softly pinched and played with the other. She let out a small moan at him giving her chest love. He switched to the other one, putting it into his mouth, to give it the same treatment as well. Her moans were absolutely stunning. He started to kiss downwards, looking at her as he did so. 

He made his way down to her shorts, he looked at her. Silently asking for her permission before continuing. She gave him a small nod of approval, causing him to start gently unbuttoning her shorts, pulling them down along with her underwear. She lifted up her bottom to give him easy access to take the two garments off. After he took said garments off her he threw them somewhere behind him. He took his shirt off, showing off his broad chest. He took his tattooed hands to her thighs, spreading them gently. 

He looked at her glistening slit, he groaned lowly as he looked at her wetness. He leaned down, licking a stripe from her slit all the way to her clit. She let out a small moan at the pleasure she felt. He suddenly dove in, eating her out like a starved man, making sure to give her clit attention. She was letting out small moans as he ate her out. His thumb rubbing her clit softly. He took his other hand and brought it to her wet heat, sticking two of his fingers gently into her, and started to finger her softly. 

She was letting out moans of pleasure into the room, letting him know it was making her feel so good. “L-Law it feels so g-good baby.~” she moaned out, causing the man to groan. As he continued to finger her, he started to suck on her clit gently. She felt something bubbling inside her, which caused her to move around, moaning out loudly. “L-Law I f-feel weird I f-feel something coming!” She moaned out into the air. “Let it out pretty girl, let it out.” He cooed against her clit, as he fingered her a little faster, curling his fingers as he did so. 

She let out a loud shout of his name as she cummed all over the lower part of Law’s face, coating his goatee in her sweet essence, he drank up all that he could groaning from the sweet taste, he pulled away looking into her eyes, as he licked his lips sexily. Which made the woman let out a small whimper, a small blush adorning her cheeks. 

He stood up, starting to unbuckle his belt, and unbuttoning his pants, he had taken his boots off ahead of time. As he started to pull his pants and underwear down, his hard member springing free, hitting his stomach, she looked at it and her face went even more red. He was huge! How was that gonna fit?! It was long, with a thick girth to it. The bright red tip was leaking precum from it.

He got back onto the bed, taking a hold of his member, as he got in between the woman's legs. She looked intimidated by the size. “I’ll be gentle, I promise. Do you trust me?” He asked her softly, she nodded. As she closed her eyes. “No, no. I want you to look at me sweetheart, look at me.” He spoke gently, causing the woman to open her eyes and look into Law’s grey eyes. “That's a good girl.” He cooed softly, as he started to push into her softly. 

Tears started to spring to her eyes at the discomforting stretch, he was holding her close to him, as he kissed the side of her face gently, trying to distract her as he continued to push into her gently. He stopped as soon as he was all the way in, letting her adjust to his size. He remained holding her close the whole time.

“You can move.” She whispered, he started to slowly thrust into her, being as gentle as possible, because of it being her first time. He settled with gentle thrusting, groaning out as he thrusted into her tight, wet heat. “God, your so tight sweetheart, feels so good around me, pretty girl. Taking me so well.” He cooed softly, praising her as he did so. She was moaning out from the pleasure. 

“A little faster, please Law.” She moaned out, he started to speed up with his thrusting, still remaining gentle as he did so, the bed squeaking underneath the two, as he continued his thrusting, his member hitting her sweet spot each time. She dug her fingers into his back as she wrapped her legs around his waist. He loved listening to her sweet moans, like music to his ears.

He brought a hand down to her clit, rubbing it as he continued his movements, the head of his member kissing her cervix with each thrust into her, she let out louder moans cause she felt close again, she dug her nails into his back, as she arched her back, letting out a loud moan of the man's name. He felt her squeeze around him, making him groan out. As he continued to thrust sloppily into her, he was close himself.

He suddenly pulled out, his essence spurted onto her stomach, he let out a groan from it. The room was quiet after that, besides the two currently catching their breaths. He stood up from the bed and picked up a clean rag from his laundry, and cleaned her stomach softly, leaning down and kissing her lips softly, after he finished he threw the rag across the room, not caring about where it landed. He laid down next to the woman, bringing her close to him. Kissing the side of her head softly.

“Are you doing okay?” He asked her softly, she nodded into his chest. Nuzzling more into him and taking in his manly scent, she closed her eyes, exhausted from the events that happened. He smiled, kissing the side of her head again, closing his eyes as well. The two lovebirds fall asleep in each other's embrace. 

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[inez-winchester-cameron]

Outerbanks Masterlist

Rafe Cameron Drabbles (<1k words)

pogue!reader (cw: smut)

sweet!topper'ssister!reader (cw:smut)

onlyfans!couple (cw: smut)

dark!rafe and age gap (cw: smut, abuse)

reader mocking rafe (cw: implied smut, age gap)

rafe x jj'sgf!reader (cw: smut, more tws on post)

rafe x bratty!younger!reader (cw: smut, non-con)

public play (cw: dark!rafe, public smut)

first time giving head (cw: younger!reader, smut)

controlling (cw: fluff)

bestfriend!rafe x virgin!reader (cw: smut)

exile (cw: angst)

JJ Maybank Drabbles (<1k words)

choking kink (cw: making out/mentions of smut)

sweet talker jj (cw: fluff, implied smut)

acrylics (cw: fluff, smut)

dark!jj x reader (cw: non-con, dub-con)

caught (cw: smut, getting caught)

heyward!reader (cw: impliedish smut, fluff, crack)

shower sex (cw: smut)

comforting jj (cw: implications of smut)

jj teaching you how to ride (cw: smut)

Topper Thornton Drabbles (<1k words)

x bratty!reader (cw: smut)

[lily-loves-konig]

Sexual tension(Ghost X Reader)

CW:Smut

“So you two will be going on an undercover mission, Ghost unfortunately, we’ll have to go as Simon for this mission, although you will not be going under your real identities ghost you will just have to go without the mask.” Price paused “If you do wear your mask, it will lead to suspicion and you would most likely get caught.” Hearing this made Simons blood run cold, he immediately didn’t wanna do the undercover mission anymore.

Y/N looked at him with an apologetic look mouthing the words ‘I’m sorry’ to him. He was annoyed, but agreed anyways. “Y/N will be your ‘date’,” it was your turn for your blood to run cold, you’ve always had a small thing for Ghost and this was definitely not going to help whatsoever.

Price continued talking about the mission and when he had finished he let you both out of the briefing room to change into your undercover clothes. It was a formal event so you went with a red spaghetti strap silk slip dress that hugged your curves perfectly and black pumps. You had some makeup on a red lip, sparkly smoky eyes, and some light blush. You’re hair was curled into light beach waves and was put into a half up half down look, the half up part looked like a rose while the rest of your hair cascaded down your back.

Ghost on the other hand was wearing a black tuxedo with a red undershirt so you two would match more and look like a couple, his hair was gelled and his stubble was trimmed and styled as well. He had walked out of his bathroom at the same time you walked out of yours you we’re fixing the top of your dress and weren’t paying attention to your surroundings. You had bumped into him you had almost fell over before he caught you by your waist.

“Im sorry Simon,” you said “ I was fixing my dress and I wasn’t paying attention,” while you were rambling on with apologies he got a good look at you, ‘holy fucking shit, she looks fantastic…’ he thought, he felt himself get hot, ‘ oh shit…’ he realized that he was getting turned on by you and quickly set you back on you feet mumbling“ Its fine just be careful next time” while walking away, ‘He hates me, he didn’t even say anything about my appearance, he looked amazing in that suit. He can really clean himself up.’ Your thoughts were running a thousand miles a minute.

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It was time to leave for the mission, Simon was to remain nameless, while Y/N was given the name Lena Partchaklove. When they arrived Simon when silent and got tense. Y/N couldn’t tell why he was so tense, little did you know all of the men in any 7 foot radius of you were gawking at your body saying inappropriate things about you and what they would do with you. He didn’t like what they were saying.

Simon was enraged and filled with jealousy, but why he felt that, he had no clue. It’s not like you were actually his, it was a mission nothing more nothing less, but he couldn’t ignore that stinging sensation in his heart. He couldn’t ignore the feeling he got from your hand lightly brushing against his while walking together. He couldn’t ignore the way your smile made him feel, the one that you reserved for him and only him.

It was electric. You being near him, made him feel alive in ways that he thought he would never be alive in. he wanted you to be his, and only his, and that night he made it a promise to himself that he would you his.

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You were looking for the server room where they kept their computers. You had a realize that it was on the second floor and the stairs to go up there were guarded. Luckily, you were able to seduce them, and you led them away from the stairs when you finally led them to the center area, you slipped away back to the stairs not realizing Ghost saw everything.

Simon was extremely jealous, you had flirted with two other men in front of him. He was pissed. When you two got to the server room, he pinned you against one of the walls. “What the fuck was that Y/N?!” He whispered-shouted “Wha- Simon what the hell?!” You whispered back, confused as to what he was talking about.

“ Flirting with those guards right in front of me you think I wouldn’t get jealous about that?! Newsflash sweetheart, I’m a very jealous person and, I don’t like the shit you just pulled.” He said fuming, “ I didn’t know Simon, Jesus. I’m just doing my job.” You fired back.

He was so close to you, he was pressed against you. You could feel his erected cock rubbing against your thigh. He made the first move, he started a heavy makeout session with you. You could feel him getting impatient. “Please Simon..” you begged wanting more friction between your legs, he happily obliged to your begging, rubbing his hand against your pussy. He put his hand underneath your dress and started rubbing your clit it circles, “ oh my fucking god, Simon” you moaned out you couldn’t control yourself anymore. You needed him.

You got down on your knees and pulled his cock out of his pants and boxers he was about 7 inches long 2 inches in girth. ‘How the fuck is this going to fit’ you thought, you started sucking his cock swallowing hard around it. You started to gag, and that drove him insane. He grabbed onto your head pushing it all the way down his cock, making you gag and slobber more, he was groaning so loudly at that “ fuck, good girl Y/N, such a good girl for me taking my cock so well” he praised.

He pushed your head back down one more time before cumming down your throat, “Swallow it all like a good whore” he said his voice raspy. You showed him that you did. “Good girl, you deserve a reward..” he said picking you up and putting you on a nearby desk, he got on his knees and started eating you out and fingering your sweet pussy.

He groaned at the way you tasted, he pulled his finger out, making you whine before bringing it to your face so you could taste yourself. He stuck his finger back in and added a second, sucking your clit and slurping up your juices. Once he felt you were prepared enough he got to his feet and put the tip of his cock at your entrance, “ are you ready?” He asked “ Just put it in already!” You begged, he did just that, waiting for you to give him the go ahead to move, he was struggling with how tight you were his hips wanting to buck into you immediately. “Simon please” as soon as he heard those words he was bucking into you hard and fast.

He grabbed your hair forcing you to look at him destroying your insides, he put his hand on your stomach and pushed ever so slightly and it had you screaming. He made you come 4 times while he only came once, he let go of your hair and gripped your hips hard enough to leave bruises. He leaned down to your face and started kissing you, he made his way to your neck leaving hickeys and love bites all over. Your nails were digging into his back as he fucked you desperately trying to reach his own orgasm. He was close to it and you were close to your fifth orgasm, “ We cum, fuuuck, together? Okay Y/N, you feel so good, oh my fucking god..” You felt the knot getting tighter and he did too. “On the count of three, one, two, three” he groaned, pulled out and came on my stomach. He cleaned me up and helped me get dressed. “You’re mine now Y/N, got it?” He said, “Yours.” I said back.

[thatonegirlonhere]

Over view: You, Bakugo, and kirishima, are roomates and you admit a secret to them during truth or dare

Cw:smut, reader pov, multiple orgasms, threesome, squirting, etc. Etc.

You were sitting in a circle on the carpet of your guys’ shared living room playing a good ol’ fashion game of truth or dare with your roomates katsuki bakugo and eijiro kirishima. It took a lot of convincing to get bakugo to play but you somehow managed. You had gone around asking random questions and giving stupid dares until it started to turn..dirty. The questions became a little more nsfw as you went along. The truth questions started with a simple “who was your first kiss” all the way to the current question that bakugo gave you with a smirk. “How many guys have you slept with?” You blushed not really wanting to say. “Come onnnnnn, you gotta answer, you were the one who wanted to play this game in the first place” kirishima said teasingly. You still hadn’t said anything in embarrassment. “It’s the rules princess” bakugo said grinning. “Fine.. 10- but I havnt had sex in over a year.. I gave up” Bakugo and kirishimas eyes shot wide open. “Damnnnn” bakugo said under his breath “What do you mean..gave up?” Kirishima asked. “Ah ah ah it’s my turn now, you’re gonna have to wait until it’s your turn again to ask that question” I replied smirking and kirishima sighed in defeat.

It was now my turn to ask. “Bakugo truth or dare?” “all the dares have been dumb as hell, truth I guess” I smiled “how many women have you slept with?” Bakugo smirked “27” I shot my hand over my mouth “NO FUCKIN WAY! YOURE SUCH A LITTLE MAN WHORE” he started laughing. “Truth or dare y/n” “fuck.. truth” “why did you ‘give up’?” I sighed. “It was never enjoyable, not a single man was able to make me cum. Not one. No orgasms, no cumming, no nothing” “SERIOUSLY?! 10 MEN AND NOT ONE COULD MAKE YOU CUM?!” “Nope” I said shaking my head. “So I just stopped trying” “I bet we could make you cum” bakugo said smirking. “I doubt it” bakugo and kirishima looked at each other deviously smirking. Not a single man could make me cum and I doubt they could either. “I bet Youve never made a girl cum, if I had the money, I’d bet money that all of the girls you’ve slept with faked all their orgasms” bakugo looked visibly shocked. I looked at kirishima as it was his turn due to us going clockwise rather than the typical ‘whoever got asked, asks next’ rule. “Truth or dare y/n” “UGH WHY DOES IT HAVE TO BE ME AGAIN I DONT WANNA ANSWER ANYMORE QUESTIONS, DARE!” I shouted jokingly. “I dare you to let us try to make you cum”. My jaw dropped. I was shocked. No way! No way!! They are my friends! “Absolutely not” I said with a straight face. “Come on princess, a dare is a dare.” I sighed. “Fine. A dare is a dare. But if you can’t make me cum you each owe me a hundred dollars.” “Deal” bakugo and kirishima said in unison. “And if we succeed?” Bakugo asks. “Since I have practically no money, I’ll do the dishes for a month” “that’s fine with me, what about you bakugo?” “Perfectly fine” he says smirking. Bakugo stands up and walks over to me then squats down in front of me. “You ready for this princess?” I gulp. “Just get it over with” he chuckles and leans down kissing me deeply but I don’t kiss back. He pulls away. “Come on, it’s no fun if you don’t try to get into it” I smirk and grab the collar of his shirt pulling his face forward and smashing my lips against his. Kirishimas eyes shoot open as he sits behind me and starts to kiss and suck on my neck almost immediately finding my sweet spot. I accidentally let a slight moan out. Kirishima pulls back. “Found it” and smirks then goes back at it but more rough and I throw my head back breaking the kiss with bakugo “Fuck-“ bakugo chuckles. “This is gonna be easy” I hold up my middle finger biting my lip trying not to moan again. I mentally curse myself at me starting to get wet. “Let’s get this off” kirishima said and bakugo smirked as he pulled my shirt off of me leaving me in just my bra and shorts. I try to cover my chest in embarrassment. “Nah ah ah, a dare is a dare princess, let us do what we gotta’ do” I was still a little hesitant but slowly moved my arms. Bakugo kissed me again and undid my bra with one hand placing the other on my thigh. “This man deadass just undid my bra with one fucking hand without even looking at the clasp…” I thought to myself. He placed a hand on my chest and started massaging one of my breasts.I bit my lip once again trying to suppress a moan. I was holding back until he put his mouth on my nipple licking and sucking gently. “Mm~ fuck” bakugo chuckled at my reaction.

I could feel how soaked I was. Kirishima yanked my hair and my head went back to look at him. He smashed his lips against mine as bakugo continued to suck on my tits. I whimpered into the kiss and I could feel bakugo smirk against my chest. “I think that’s enough foreplay I mean look at her” bakugo and kirishima stopped and looked me up and down. My face was flushed and I was breathing heavy not even realizing that I was rubbing my legs together to try and get some friction. “I think it’s time for these to go” bakugo looked at my shorts. Quickly he pulled my shorts and underwear off at the same time and they both stared down my entire naked body. “Look at her bakubro. She’s soaked!” Kirishima said noticing the juices pooling in between my legs. No man has ever even managed to get me this far. Half of them couldn’t even get me wet let alone make me moan for real. I tried to look away to hide my blush and bakugo reached up and grabbed my face to look at him. “You’re going to watch every bit of what I’m about to do t’you, got it princess?” I whimpered nodding my head. “Kirishima hold her still, she’s about to be shaking like hell in just a moment” bakugo smirked. Kirishima quickly grabbed my arms and held them behind my back with one hand and wrapped the other around my neck. “Just don’t forget to leave some for me” kirishima responded quickly. “Don’t worry, she’s going to be cumming way more than once tonight, you’ll get your chance” “I doubt you could even do it once” I said between heavy breaths. “Mhm, sure, keep denying it princess, you’re the one who’s going to be doing dishes for a month” bakugo quickly retorted before gently pressing down on my clit with his thumb. I moaned immediately. No mad I have slept with has even been able to find the clit. I squeezed my eyes shut as he started moving his thumb in circles. He tapped my cheek with his other hand “did you not hear me when I told you that you’re going to watch?” I forced my eyes open as he switched to two fingers on my clit and moved them quickly and started quietly moaning trying to hold back. I dug my nails into my palm as I was unable to hold onto anything and kirishima squeezed my throat a bit tighter and I let out a now fully audible moan. Kirishima and bakugo both laughed and bakugo switched back to just his thumb rappidly rubbing my clit and slipped two fingers inside curling them to hit my g-spot immediately. “AH FUCK-“ I screamed out. How the hell did this man find it so quickly. None of the men that have fingered me ever reached it. He started pumping his fingers in and out as my hole clenched around nothing. He moved his fingers in and out faster and I squeezed my eyes shut unable to hold back from the pleasure. “Don’t cum yet princess I still gotta finish stretching you out so you can take my cock” how big is this man’s dick that he has to actually prep me.. he slipped a third finger in and my back arched. “Not ah~ Fuck Gonna c-“ I cut myself off with a Loud moan as he pumped and curled is fingers repeatedly. “F-FUCK” “damn bakugo? Is she gonna cum just from your fingers?” Kirishima said laughing. My hips started bucking so he took his hand off my neck and held my hips down. Bakugo aomehow managed to move his fingers in and out even faster. “FUCK AH- T-TOO MUCH” my legs were shaking violently as I screamed. I felt the know building up in my stomach that only builds when I do it myself. I have to hold back. I can’t let myself cum just from his fingers. I cant let him make me cum at all. All of a sudden one of his fingers slipped into my ass and I immediately came. “F- AHH-“ kirishima and bakugo started laughing. “How pathetic, such a little slut, cumming from just my fingers. I didn’t even have to use my mouth.” “I guess I’m- doing dishes- for a month” I said breathing heavy between words. “Oh, did you think we were done?” Kirishima asked condescendingly. I listened nervously at the sound of a belt unbuckling. I looked up and bakugos pants dropped to the floor. I was at a loss of words at how big his dick was. “Do you think it’ll fit?” Kirishima asked

“I’ll make it fit” bakugo said smirking as he picked me up and put me on the couch spreading my legs” I looked at him nervously. There is absolutely no way his dick is going to fit inside. “Bakugo spread my legs and and brushed the tip against my already sensitive clit and I whined. “I’ll go slow okay princess?” I nodded my head hesitantly. Kirishima unbuckled his pants as well palming himself through his boxers. Bakugo pushed the tip in and I cried out in pain. “T-TOO BIG” “I guess you didn’t prep her enough bakubro” “she’ll adjust” bakugo quickly responded and pushed himself in further. I screamed again gripping the couch with tears running down my face hoping that my body would adjust. Bakugo slammed into me bottoming out. “F- AH TOO- BIG-“ I screamed out again. “I’ll wait to move, I’m not all that bad” I layed there in pain until slowly the pain subsided. I nodded my head signaling for him to move. He slowly pulled out then pushed himself back roughly. I tossed my head back and screamed “MM~ FUCK~” “one second bakugo, pull out really quick” Bakugo groaned. “God dammit kirishima you better have a good reason for this” he pulled out and I whined at the emptiness. Kirishima quickly pulled my off the couch and put me on all fours finally pulling out his own dick. Kirishimas wasn’t as girthy but it was longer. “Okay you can put it back in” kirishima said and before I even had a chance to think bakugo slammed into me again bottoming out immediately, I opened my mouth to scream out in pleasure but as soon as my mouth opened, kirishima shoved his dick in gagging me. Kirishima gripped my hair and started face fucking me as bakugo ruthlessly pounded into me. I was moaning and whining on kirishimas dick. “Fun fact- ah- about Bakugo and I-“ I looked up at him with tears running down my face and drool running down my chin. “We can both go multiple round” bakugo finished kirishimas sentence for him. Most men have came not even 2 minutes in and are done.can they seriously keep going?? Bakugo grabbed my hips and moved faster and kirishima matched the same pace. Bakugo shoved and finger in my ass pumping it in and out as he continued to fuck me ruthlessly. My mouth was stuffed, my pussy was stuffed, and my ass was stuffed. “Gotta stretch your ass for shitty hair” bakugo said between grunts as he slipped another finger in and I screamed in pain against kirishimas cock. I’ve never had my ass fucked. I’ve never even tried to do it myself. I never thought I would like it but as the pain subsided I realized I loved it.I immediately came on his dick and The moans I was non-stop releasing sent vibrations through kirishimas dick and he came in my mouth. “Swallow” he said after pulling out and i looked up at him swallowing what I could with the rest dripping down my chin. A few seconds after kirishima came, bakugo came too filling me up with his cum. “MMM~ SO- SO FULL” I screamed out. Bakugo filled out and I could feel the cum drippinng down my legs. Bakugo took two fingers and scooped up the dripping cum and stuffed it back in my aching pussy. “D-done can’t t-take more” “but we aren’t done princess” “just hold on a little longer, we want you to feel something you’ve never ever felt before” kirishima said and I nodded my head whimpering. I looked over and bakugo and kirishima were both hard again. Bakugo got underneath me and kirishima got behind me and in one motion bitch of their cocks were inside me. Kirishimas in my ass and bakugo in my pussy. My eyes shot wide and I let out a sob in pain from the stretch of my ass. “H-HURTS” I managed to scream out. Bakugo laughed and kirishima glared at him. “Let her adjust before we start fucking her brains out, have some respect bro” bakugo laughed again as I writhed in pain just hoping for it to subside i leaned down and placed my head on bakugos shoulder quietly nodding my head that the pain was starting to go away. Kirishima started moving slowly and I winced again before I fully adjusted. Bakugo noticed how I wasn’t in pain anymore and started rapidly fucking me.

Kirishima matched his pace and my vision went blank. All that came out of my mouth was heavy breathing and screaming moans of pleasure. “Fuck bakugo she’s so tight” kirishima said between grunts. “She’s the wettest she’s been the whole time she’s bouta make me cum again.” Bakugo said as he reached up and smacked my ass leaving a hand print. I arched my back. I never thought it was possible to feel this much pleasure. Bakugo and kirishima both came inside me at the same time and I squirted. I’ve never squirted in my entire life. Not even from when I fuck myself. I screamed in pure ecstasy as my eyes practically rolled into the back of my head. Makeup smeared, tears streaming down my face, drool mixed with kirishimas cum running down my chin. As soon as the both pulled out my legs were still shaking and I collapsed right on top of bakugo. He held me and played with my hair. “Good job, you did so well for us princess, I mean look at all the cum that’s pouring out of you and the mess you made” I chuckled a bit. “Looks like-“ I breathe heavy as I try to get the words out “will be doing dishes for the next month”

[lightvixxen]

since EVERYONE is horny tonight...i leave my offering, also I wrote this in one sitting so not proof read/edited and i'm practically falling asleep lol

CW:SMUT 18+ minors shoo, Knife play, blood kink/play, branding kink? is that what its called? or things being carved into skin (consenually ofc), pain kink, oral (f receiving)

WC: 1672, it was supposed to be a blurb but i got carried away.

tagging: @omenhell

You had a weird fascination with sharp things, specifically knives, more specifically the switch blades that Eddie collected. He knew this before getting into a relationship with you of course, but he couldn't get over that far away look you got holding a specific blade.

It was sharp, and pretty in your opinion, the prettiest in Eddie's collection. You laid in Eddie's bed, with him not too far away at his desk. He was writing something up for the newest campaign idea he had. You held the knife absentmindedly up, far enough away from your face you wouldn't accidentally blind yourself if you dropped it, but still close enough to get a good look at it.

The blade was all black with a metallic looking design at the hilt, it was beautiful and if you caught it in the light juuust right certain parts shone. You had gotten into the habit with the knives to repeatedly open and close them, and that was exactly what you were doing now, closing the blade then flicking it back open.

Eddie looked over his shoulder to where you were laying, Your legs were bent at the knees, feet planted firmly on the bed and had one hand splayed against your stomach, head turned looking at the knife currently being held up by your other. You had that look in your eyes again, the look of you wanted to do something with it but he couldn't tell what.

Finally feeling his stare you looked over to where he sat with an eyebrow raised.

"what?"

"What? What? Can't admire my girlfriend's beauty without being questioned?"

"No, you look like you wanna ask me something."

"Well, you're not entirely wrong." Eddie stands, walking towards the bed, you spread your legs allowing him to settle there. He sits on his knees pulling you to be against his thighs, the soft material of his sleep pants brushing against the back of your thighs.

"What do you think about whenever you have my blades, specifically" Eddie plucks the knife from your grasp, flicking the blade out once again and holding it up, "This one, cause you always have this far off look whenever you have it"

Your eyes widen, because how the fuck are you supposed to answer that?!?!? How do you look someone in the eyes and tell them that the thing you think about when your hand is shoved down your pants is imagining them carving their initials into your thigh? Let alone your boyfriend who you're pretty sure isn't into it...well, not that you've asked.

"I'm waiting, sweetheart" you take a deep breath in, deciding to take a leap of faith into your kinks and hope it doesn't fuck up your relationship.

"Ithinkaboutyoucarvingyourinitalsintomythigh." The words came out fast and slurred together, your face burned red, hoping he understood it.

"what?"

"I...I think about you carving your initials into my thigh...with your knife"

Eddie slow blinks at you and you feel the panic quickly rise up until...

"Is that something you really want, sweetheart? for me to claim you?" You felt your body heat up at his words, panties slowly becoming damp.

"Are you serious?"

"Oh completely, been thinking about that for a whileee," Eddie starts ghosting the blade down the outer part of your thigh, sending desperate shivers down your spine. "The question is, are you gonna let me?"

You nod quickly "Yes, god yes, please." Eddie chuckles darkly, gripping onto your thigh tightly.

"Alright, you wanna do this now? Cause I have all the things we need for after care in the bathroom, just been waiting on you" You nod again

"Fuck yes"

"Kay, put this leg down" Eddie taps your right leg lightly, already knowing where he wanted his initials on it, right on the side where its barely visible unless you look, you lower your leg almost immediately.

You feel the cool metal glide against your skin as Eddie draws patterns in your skin, not pressing hard enough for it to actually leave a mark, just enough for you to feel it.

The first line of the E makes you jump and whimper quietly , Eddie's hand that wasn't holding the knife holds your leg down.

"Stay still, I don't want to have a trip to the ER because I accidentally cut too deep, just want it deep enough that it leaves a scar."

"Sorry, surprised me s'all"

As Eddie continued to carve out his initials you could feel yourself growing wetter with each passing second, you were sure your panties were absolutely soaked, you wouldn't be surprised if it seeped onto the bed as well.

Focusing on what Eddie was doing, he was halfway done with the M of his name, you watched as your blood slowly rolled down and off your leg onto his sheets. Reminding you that you two had forgotten to put a towel down to prevent staining his bed - well staining it more.

"Shit- Eddie we forgot to-"

"Don't care, besides, this bed has seen worse, what's a little blood?" He smiles at you, before finishing up the letter. It was surprisingly neat, neater than what you'd expect from a knife.

Eddie leaned down examining his handy work, what you don't expect him to do is lick up stray blood droplets before they hit the bed and back down to the open wound. A gasp escapes you at feeling his tongue against your skin, the act turning you on more than it probably should.

He stays there for a while, just lapping up the blood until the bleeding slows enough to where it's not dripping down your thigh.

"Fucking vampire" you mumble as he comes back up to a normal sitting position.

"Oh you love it, I couldn't help myself sweetheart." Once Eddie was finally out from between your thighs you press them together trying to get any kind of friction, a little ashamed to admit just how fucking turned on you were, of course, Eddie noticed.

"Ooooh does my sweetheart have a pain kink?" You try to shake your head, but his fingers catch your chin forcing you to nod.

"Don't even try to lie to me, I bet your fucking soaked right now. Actually, why don't we look? since you can't be trusted to tell the truth." Eddie forced your thighs apart and moved so he was laying on his stomach, head in between your thighs, face to face with your clothed cunt. And you silently thanked whatever deity you decided to only go with one of Eddie's old T-shirts and a pair of panties.

"Oh look at that baby, you are soaked, haven't even touched you" he ran a ringed finger up your clothed slit, his finger connecting with your clit causing you to squirm.

"Eddieee" You whined at his teasing, silently begging for him to have mercy on you. Eddie's fingers hooked around the waist band of your panties, tugging them down. You lifted your hips enough so he could get them off of you. Once they were off Eddie threw your panties in a random direction in the room before turning his attention back to your bare pussy.

You were totally and completely soaked, you could feel it leaking, slowly dripping down your butt. Eddie smirked running a finger through your folds, collecting the slick and bringing it up to your clit. You moaned softly once he made contact, rubbing small and light circles into your clit.

"Look at her baby, she's just begging for attention." Eddie wasn't really talking to you, his words really only meant for himself, nonetheless it still embarrassed you. But before you could say anything Eddie was diving in, licking a stripe from your hole to your clit.

"Oh fuck! Eddie!" You moaned, head falling back onto his pillows and a hand finding purchase in his hair. Eddie moaned at your taste, Licking up to your clit before loudly taking it in between his lips and sucking on it.

Eddie's mouth was like fucking magic, between his tongue and moaning you were steadily hurtling towards your orgasm. Your back arched when his tongue entered your hole, fucking it in and out of you at a steady pace. You tugged at his hair causing him to moan again.

"Fuck, you taste like heaven, sweetheart" His mouth moved back to your clit, lapping at it like a man starved, to make matters worse he added two fingers, easily slipping inside of you to target that sweet spot inside of you.

"Eddie! fuck m'close!" Your orgasm was coming embarrassingly fast, you couldn't tell if it was because of the lingering pain from the cuts, Eddie lapping at your cunt like it was his last meal on earth, or the fact his fingers were steadily pumping in and out of you, or all of the above

"Yeah? Gonna cum on my tongue? c'mon sweetheart, go ahead, come on my tongue" Eddie's fingers hooked inside you perfectly to make you see stars, you come with a loud cry, back arching off the bed. But he doesn't stop he buried his face deeper into your cunt if that was even physically possible, licking up your release.

Eventually you have to push his head away from your aching cunt, the pleasure becoming too much.

"Eds stop, s'too much" Eddie looks up at you from between your thighs and he looks like heaven, face glistening with your wetness, hair a wild mess from where you were tugging.

You drag Eddie up to you, capturing his lips in a hot and desperate kiss, tasting yourself on his tongue.

"That...Was fucking hot, why didn't we do this sooner." you ask no one in particular, Eddie laughs and shrugs

"Dunno, maybe because someone was too scared to admit they were into it." You playfully shove his shoulder laughing and telling him to shut up.

"Now that your taken care of, its your turn...get on the floor and on your knees, sweetheart."

You could already tell it was going to be a long night.

[lithiumfae]

Scarred And Half A Man, Chapter 2: Amends That Feel Like a Sentence.

word count: 4,7k

cw:smut, masturbation.

also forgot to mention but reader is a ravenclaw lol

The first night he joined her class he did not notice anything different in her demeanor.

She told the students Quirrell was not going to be joining her lessons again, and that Snape was to replace him. He expected the students to voice their discontent with the change and naturally he got the reactions he anticipated. They all groaned in unison, some with expressions more pained than others.

“Nothing will change, don’t fret. It is only a precaution in case an instance like the one in the girl’s bathroom were to happen again,” she walked to where the three Gryffindors were seated on the floor. “So you,” she crouched in front of them and gave them a smile. “Don’t have to play heroes again.”

“Father said it was a foolish thing to do,” said the blonde Slytherin.

“It was brave nonetheless, mister Malfoy,” she stood up and looked at where Severus was standing with his hands clasped behind his back. “Professor Snape will be here so everything stays calm in case something were to happen.”

“Father said Professor Snape is a great duelist! Why are we not learning spells so we can fight too!” Draco complained.

She started walking towards him. “I’m afraid that is education that goes far beyond my expertise,” The boy pouted. “But we can look at the stars, is that not so appealing, mister Malfoy?” It was clearly intended to be a joke and despite Draco’s usual demeanor he subtly smiled. “Yes? And like I said, Professor Snape is fully capable of defeating a troll, or a giant, or a dragon, perhaps even a werewolf,” the kids were now giggling, taking joy in her blatant teasing. “So strong that he is, your professor.”

Okay, so maybe their fight did not mean much to her if she was now complimenting him and calling him strong. If she had been mad it would have made this whole ordeal a lot more awkward than it needed to be. It seemed like it was a lucky day for him.

But years of dealing with liars and manipulators should have warned him about the possibility of her jokes just being a way to lift up the mood of the disappointed students, after all, he imagines having him present in the class that was supposed to be the most relaxing one could make any first-year feel anxious. The class went by incredibly fast, he did not even feel the need to sneak a little nap in between like he had thought of doing before walking up to the astronomy tower. He was so awake and paying such intense attention to her that he noticed whenever Harry Potter would look back to where he was standing against the wall. The kid was sitting right in front of her, Severus thinks the boy might have thought he was staring at him.

He truly did have his mother’s eyes like Dumbledore had mentioned. He chose to ignore the resemblance because even though his eyes were just like Lily��s, the rest of his appearance resembled James’. Instead he did what he knew how to do best, ignore the big thing that was plaguing his mind and he chose to torture himself with a smaller issue.

This being the way her eyes avoided his.

Prior to their argument, whenever they were in the same room she would always try to look him in the eye. Without lying, this spooked him. Because she did it even when they were not talking to each other, she would be having a conversation with Sprout but looking at him all the way across the room. She reminded him of an owl, with the big intimidating eyes. Not intimidating because they were threatening, but because they looked full of wonder, almost as if she was waiting to ask you a question you did not wish to answer.

She made a point to acknowledge his presence.

Now this was not the case.

After class ended and prefects had taken the students back to their dormitories and they were left alone. Immediately she went to put all her books and her other supplies back into her leather knapsack. Her head was down and her hair was covering half her face. Severus waited for her at the entrance so they could walk down together, his day would end when they were all in their respective chambers.

She was taking her sweet time while also managing to look tense at the same time so he walked a little closer to her desk.

He cleared his throat before speaking. “You see, all went well,” she cleared her throat back, making him think she was about to reply but no words left her mouth so he chose to talk again. “My help was not need–“

“You called me a whore,” she interrupted him.

He was left gagging. “I did not use such a word.”

“You might as well have. For you to imply I enjoy spending time alone in Professor Quirrell’s office it can only mean you think of me in that way,” when she looked up at him her eyes were filled with unshed tears once again, reminiscing of their last interaction.

“And for that I apologize, it was never my intention.”

“Your words sound rehearsed and not sincere at all,” she said in a tearful voice.

Severus furrowed his eyebrows, she was not being reasonable at all. It was very often he said hurtful things to people yet they rarely cried, twice at that. “I truly am sorry, Professor. I got carried away,” he paused for a second. “But I must say I doubt it was the first time a man talked to you like that, so sorry again if what I said hurt you. It was remarkably unprofessional on my part.”

“What do you mean by that?” She asked.

“I’m trying to explain to you why at first I did not think an apology was needed. I was wrong.”

She scoffed before wiping her eyes with one of her knuckles. “You are a scary man Severus you can hardly blame me for reacting like this,” she flipped her hair off her shoulder before fixing her knapsack strap. “Oh and I’ll have you know that being called a whore does not get easier the more it happens. I expected you to be more sensible, it seems I was mistaken for thinking you were different than most.”

Dumbfounded by the unexpected continuation of the conversation they had prior to this, Severus simply stood in place with his mouth slightly open as she started walking towards the big door. “I– what–,” he hurried to trail after her. “I am different than most,” he said, sounding like a teenager desperate to be seen as unique. “I am not like those other men you’ve met, I can assure you it won’t happen again.”

She stopped walking and turned to him. “And what kind of man are you, Severus?”

“Well I… do not make habit of calling women names, and I am professional enough to avoid having conflicts with my coworkers,” He was not exactly sure why he was stuttering trying to defend his character. “I must ask you to understand me, the women around me are nothing like you. They wouldn’t have asked for someone to supervise their classes.”

“And now you’re saying I’m not as good as the other professors! You–” she sniffed once. “Well I’m so incredibly sorry for being scared of a bloody troll attacking me while I’m looking at the stars!” She adjusted the strap of her bag again and shook her head before continuing. “I was so relieved Quirrell was replaced with you because you were the one man I trusted not to make it weird once we were left alone in the same room. But coming to think of it, maybe Professor Quirrell and his weird habit of poking me with his quill would have been better than to have you be so hostile to me.”

“I’m not hostile.”

“Are you not? Then tell me what else could I call your knack for glaring at me at any given chance, or how you laugh to yourself whenever I say something not at all amusing.”

If he was quite honest he was not expecting her to be this confrontational. “Then I ask you, what kind of man did you think I was?”

“I thought you quiet, as if your mind were filled with loud thoughts. I found you fascinating.”

“With all due respect, I am not to blame if my true self broke whatever fantasy you had of me,” The entire conversation threatened to turn his brain inside out, it was harrowing for a reason he could not pinpoint. “Like I said last time I advise you to avoid paying attention to me, that way your little head won’t be deceived by baseless assumptions.”

“Very well!”

“Very well,” he repeated menacingly. “But I want you to remember I did try to apologize.”

“If you call that an apology then I feel bad for the other women in your life. Do you use female tears to brew your potions?”

Vixen.

“Whatever I choose to do with other women is nothing you should worry about… well, you do think about me often enough that I’m sure your mind will provide vivid imaginations to quiet your questions. If you’ll excuse me,” he spat before turning around and walking, almost flying, to his chambers.

Right before he turned around a corner she yelled, “I rather spend a week with Filch and his bloody cat than to breathe near you ever again!”

So much for an apology, he thought.

By the time he got to his room his robes were making his skin itch so he practically tore them off of him. He thought, “that’s what I get for trying to apologize,” Dumbledore‘s disapproving expression last time they had talked was what finally pushed him to step on the twig. He supposes you cannot be a worthy leader if your face alone is not capable of making people do things, in this opportunity it was to make Severus feel guilty.

He went to lay down on his bed, he felt like he was about to have a heart attack.

How pathetic it was of him to be so short of breath because for once he had not won an argument. His skin felt itchy, and he also felt hot all over. For a moment he thought he was actually dying or something of the sort, his legs felt weak, his hands numb.

However, even if he kept his interactions with the female gender as scarce as he could, he was not clueless. He knew very well that what he was feeling in that very moment had little to do with anger and annoyance.

He knew his body was betraying him. There was no other explanation as to why he felt the exact same way he remembered feeling back when he was a foolish teenager who got excited after that older Hufflepuff girl stroked his hair once. He was being utterly pathetic.

He was aware his brain was his best asset. The one thing he focused on training. He had never regretted not paying more attention to his body as he did at that moment, for it was acting on its own accord. Leave it to his body to feel aroused after having an argument with the one attractive woman he knew.

Was it adrenaline? Because he had read about how after surviving dangerous situations, some peoples circulatory systems acted up out of nowhere. After all she could be quite scary when the smile had been wiped off her face.

It would have been so much easier if her face were not so alluring. Because Severus was anything but blind.

His dexterity had more to do with his immunity to people's tricks, but he would be foolish to deprive himself of appreciating someone’s beauty. Honestly, that was all there was to her. He thought of her as a pretty shell lacking of a pearl on the inside.

He had long given up on denying her appeal, although he had never expected himself to take after the silly man that trailed after her because of her appearance. He was better than them in every aspect.

But clearly enough, even if his intelligence excelled those of the most noble men, he was only a man at the end of the day.

She was nothing like those aristocratic wives he got to see a couple times a year, no, to him she was a childish woman who seemed to have been raised by parents made out of cotton. With the way she so foolishly treated everyone as if they were dear to her. He supposes her personality could also be seen reflected on her overall appearance, she looked naïve. Why were her cheeks permanently rosey? She looked agitated all day long. She was not overly slim and her limbs were not long and elegant like those of McGonagall for example. She did not possess the finesse Narcissa Malfoy did.

The more he thought about her the more he realized she left a lot to desire if she wished to be called a woman.

But sincerely, who was he trying to fool when even though he barely saw her as a woman, he was still laying on his bed with a prominent erection in his pants. It was as if he was trying to convince an audience when he was the only one in that room. The shame was so great he battled his thoughts for a couple minutes.

He was aroused, that much was clear.

Carnal needs were not something he was much to acquainted with, but even someone like him knew a night of rest would not come easily if he chose to ignore the problem. It was safe to say that he was very much a novice of masturbation. To him it always felt degrading, but when the time came he knew he had to get on with it.

With his cheeks burning as if he were standing right above a boiling cauldron, he sat up and moved to the edge of his bed. Removing all his clothes made it all seem more real than his brain would like it to be, so he chose to pull down his trousers along with his undergarments. It had been so long since he succumbed to the last resort that masturbation was, that he hesitated a few seconds before he placed his hand around his penis. At first his hand felt like that of a stranger, because of course, it was now that his brain decided to try to detach itself from the situation. But it was far too late.

Shaking his head as if to clear it up, he squeezed. His loud moan echoing in the room and going back to his ears, this made him feel humiliated. But he had to keep going. Noticing the way the touch of his hand against his skin was too dry, he took his hand near his mouth and licked his palm. Quickly returning to what it was doing prior. His thin bony fingers making a sound that was nothing but torture to Severus’ ears, what he was doing at that moment was a confirmation about what she had told him.

He was in fact, like those other men. Because here he was, masturbating after having a conversation with her. And of course, how could he not make up an image of her in his brain while he was working himself up.

In the hazy fantasy that bedeviled his mind, she had a wild look on her face. Her eyebrows furrowed the same way they had been when they were fighting, her cheeks even more cherry than usual. All in all she painted a perfect picture of what one would describe as anger and frustration. Because oh, his weak state of mind at the moment let him entertain the idea of finding her attractive when she looked displeased by him. There was something so inherently arousing about a normally sweet woman that went feral over a stupid man.

He never thought himself to be someone with a liking for degradation of any sort, that had not changed now even though his hand was quickly going up and back down on his cock. But Merlin, imagining her being angry at him more often sure did wonders for his otherwise dead libido.

By now, the hand he was not using was supporting his body as it leaned back a little, his head thrown back in place. He opened his legs wider because he felt like he was about to fall to the ground even though he was sitting on his bed. Being inexperienced when it came to self pleasure, he did not know what he wanted. He was not sure if he wanted it fast and to hurt a little, or if he wanted to drag it out. So he tried both.

He started by borderline abusing his cock, he went up and down and in a matter of seconds his skin turned a little red due to the friction.

“Fuck,” he whimpered pathetically. His voice going an octave higher, making him sound like a whiny and desperate man. Nothing like the way he presented himself.

When the pleasure started to gloss his eyes over he let himself indulge in his fantasies. He promised himself it would be the last time he let that happen.

He noticed the way her hands were always manicured. It would be a sight to have one of them wrapped around him. She would not be talkative, he thought she was the type to get straight to it. The only voice filling up the room would be his.

“That okay?” She would ask.

At that mental image he moaned even louder. He squeezed the base of his cock because he felt on edge, the pain made him come back to reality. That reality being himself sitting on his bed, with his clothes all pulled in funny ways so he could have access to his penis, his knees almost touching because of how good he was feeling. His entire body curled into itself.

He thought retaking the position he was in before that was the smartest decision. So he went back to supporting his weight on one of his arms, his neck relaxing again.

His wet hand started stroking himself again. The squelching noise being amplified by the fact that his eyes were closed, giving his ears more to focus on. By this point he felt like his body did not know how to react to all the sensations he was not used to. The utter ignorance made him end up tightening his fist around the head and thrust his hips upwards. And good Merlin, did that do it for him.

He went at it for a few very short minutes before he was involuntary standing up, still fucking his fist.

He thought he must have looked like a madman, all alone in his room, groaning like a rabid dog and fucking his hand. Doing all that while standing on his legs and looking at the ceiling.

It was not long before he came all over the carpet at the end of his bed.

The shame being entirely too much for him so he decided to ignore the stain for now, getting rid of it would be a task for the Severus of tomorrow.

He did not have more than a few months to feel bad about what he did. And yes, months is a short time for Severus, considering the fact he was the type to beat himself up for years. That being said, his wallowing was cut short abruptly because of Harry Potter.

Yes.

If Severus was the type to drown in self pity, Harry Potter was the type to have a teacher try to kill him even though he was barely eleven.

Sometimes he wondered if having the Harry Potter at Hogwarts was putting the rest of the students in danger. Never in the history of the school had a teacher carried a dark wizard on the back of his head. It was mental.

The fidgety man managed to fool almost everyone, including the Gryffindor trio who would go out of their way to make students shut their mouths whenever Quirrell stuttered and laughter filled the classroom. But a man experienced with deception such as Severus could not be outwitted. Bloody Quirrell had been scheming the entire time just as Severus had suspected. His injured leg could not have been enough proof to tell the rest of the school staff but it had been enough for Dumbledore to believe him. So to say the revelation came as a surprise to everyone would have been a lie.

Harry Potter had survived yet again thanks to Lily’s sacrifice. As it seemed the Dark Lord stood no chance against the love of a mother. And because Severus was a selfish man, he found a way to make it about himself. He thought Lily always accomplished her task of reminding him just how deep of a mark she had left in him, even after all these years. Previous to this ordeal the only woman in his mine was the other professor. He was occupied avoiding her while also thinking about her face all the hours he spent awake. She was honestly poisoning him. But now looking at Harry’s eyes all he could think about was the obsolete possibility of him ever moving on. After all, Lily's child depended on him now. Those big bright eyes looking up at him as he stood next to the burnt body of his professor made him feel guilty for ever thinking about other women.

Women were a distraction. He supposes everything is a distraction when the life of a child depends on you entirely, because to him Dumbledore’s words were nothing but null promises to make himself sound like a martyr. At the end of the day Harry Potter was going to be his responsibility for the next six years

After all was done Dumbledore took Harry and his friends to his office where McGonagall was already waiting, next to her was sitting the very woman tormenting his thoughts. The small Weasley child started wailing as soon as the woman gave him a little sad smile, apparently her face alone acted as some sort of switch for tears as the other two brats threatened to drown everyone in the room with the tears rolling down their cheeks. A sea of tears, quite literally. The student next to his friends was putting on a tough guy façade, he didn’t join the hug she was offering. It was honestly a sorry sight, it was enough to move Severus and his ice cold heart so he turned around as if it was also his responsibility to avoid hurting Harry Potter’s ego.

So that is how he chose to spend the next hour or so, filling a space in the room with the other teachers who were also not the best at comforting scared children. Ronald Weasley cried until his eyes resembled potatoes.

“Oh but Harry was so brave, wasn’t he?” She said, letting the question hang in the air as she had not asked that to anyone in particular. She only meant to comfort the boy in a way that did not require physical contact.

Harry simply nodded, sniffing before replying. “I did not give him the stone,” he said.

“So I heard Harry. What a brave boy you are.” Ronald’s yawn interrupted her before she could continue.

Dumbledore clasped his hands as he moved to stand up, “ I believe it is time you three go to the dormitories, Merlin knows Harry needs it.”

“I’m quite alright sir,” he said eyeing his sleepy friend that had yet to let go of the other professor.

She shook her head and gently touched the ginger boy’s head. “It’s for the best you all go,” she looked at Severus. “Could you walk them to their common room?”

Dumbfounded by her voice being directed at him, all he did was nod. “Let us go then, children.”

“Ah! C-could you go with us, Miss?” Granger nervous voice reach his ears. “It’s, umm… Girl stuff…” she trailed. It was so clearly a lie to everyone in the office but they all pretended to be none the wiser

The children feared him.

“Oh yes. I’ll go too so we can talk.”

They made their way to the Dormitories remarkably fast. The Weasley boy trailing after Harry and flinching at any shadow his eyes saw, while Harry and Granger walked close to the woman.

When they reached the Gryffindor door Harry turned around before going in and looked at her. “Were you a Gryffindor too?” His big light eyes looked at her in wonder.

“No, I’m a Ravenclaw. I’m all brains no bravery I’m afraid, nothing like you three.” The fourth of them giggled. “So thank you Harry, thank you for keeping us safe.”

The boy let out a silly giggle that served to remind Severus just how young he truly was, he found him quite annoying most days so it was easy for him to forget Harry Potter was an eleven year old. “Always Miss.”

“Now, inside you go come on,” she ushered them in. She turned to look at Granger and cocked her head. “Or did you still want to talk Hermione?”

“No. I must have forgotten.” She said with a tinkle in her brown eyes, the same thing Severus could see in the woman’s eyes. They seemed to be sharing a joke only the two of them could understand.

“Alright then, have a good night.”

The trio voiced their goodbyes and disappeared. As soon as they were out of their sight, she looked at him and said, “How do you do it?”

“Do what exactly?”

“Lie to them, I mean,” quickly realizing her words had come off as an attack, she rushed to say, “I meant, how do you lie to Harry Potter. How do you make him feel safe when you know he’s clearly not.”

“Well I’m not sure yet, this is the first Harry Potter I meet.” She shook her head while looking at the floor to hide the smile his lame attempt at a joke had caused.

She sighed. “It’s not fair, this poor child has so much coming his way. He’s just a boy.”

Severus simply made a noise in agreement. “In this world most situations are not fair.”

“I suppose you’re right,” she lifted her hand to fix the hair framing her face. Her skin looked dull, unlike her every day self. He though that if she took everything that happened to students so serious she was bound to burn out soon enough. “How have you been Severus, it feels like I only ever see the back of your head.”

“Must I remind you we see each other every Wednesday.”

“But even then we don’t talk, do we?”

Was she really attempting to rekindle ON they spent months acting like the other one did not exist. How dare she try to, in her own way, apologize when he was the one that made her cry. “Don’t go there.”

“I just feel like engaging in petty fights is overkill when the school could take one of us out any day.”

“Not very optimistic are you?”

“I’m sorry.”

“Nothing to be sorry about.”

She looked at him through her curled lashes for a few seconds too long before reaching out with her hand to pat him on the head as if he was a bloody dog in need of affection. She smiled before opening her mouth again, “We must be at least in good terms in case something bad happens. I would not enjoy asking for help if we are on that terms, you’ll find I’d rather die than ask for saving if I don’t like someone.”

“Very well then.”

And because Severus was not used to blushing he made a quick exit to go back to his chambers so he could drink a feel-well potion as he was clearly coming down with something given the heat on his face.

She had really petted him at two in the morning.

[courtofthrones]

Pairing: Eris Vanserra x reader

Summary:What happens when two people who are the opposite ends of a thread of fate try to get the other end of the thread to burn knowing they would burn too. Because he was the throne but she will see the throne burn.

CW:Smut

A/N: This is my first time writing smut so don't hate me if it's bad. feedback is appreciated. Reblogs too. Enjoy reading.

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Stage III: TWO CLOAKS AND A DAGGER.

Eris greeted you with a kiss to your hand but this time all you felt was disgust and pure rage. "Let us take to the floor my lady." Before you could protest your eyes met with Beron Vanserra and you knew of his cruelty.Not wanting to put it to test from your earlier outburst you accepted your fate and let yourself be dragged to the space that had been cleared for your dance with the prince.

A smirk danced on Eris' lips but you couldn't help but notice the indifference in his countenance. He did not want this marriage. He did not even want to breathe the same air as you, so why go along with this farce and make both of you miserable. And it made you hate him even more, with every corner of your heart.

"You seem very happy with this engagement princess." he sarcastically exclaimed as the song drew you both closer to each other.

"I am not a princess."

"Not yet" he teased as he bent himself to whisper on the skin of your neck.

You wanted to bite back but your eyes locked on to your parents faces and the words died in your throat at your father's stern eyes as if telling you to not blow this up but it was your mother's teary face that made you return your eyes to Eris. But you couldn't bring yourself to look at him so you settled on looking at his auburn hair.

Best behaviour.

"Are you so intimidated by my beauty that you cannot even bring yourself to look into my eyes?"

Mother help you.

"Forgive me, your grace. Your repulsive nature that is truly reflected in your eyes flusters me too much." was your reply as you spun in a circle.You let yourself feel a sliver of glee at insulting the crown.

Eris though shocked, let out a chuckle. The sound honey-dipped but you knew better than to believe in that sweet poison.

"You are bold I take it. Though I suppose it is necessary to reach the heights you have managed to reach despite a traitor's filthy blood running through your veins, princess." His words were like a dull knife on skin trying to cut through flesh.Painful enough for you to wish your flesh to be cut and done with.But the image of your mother's tears stopped you from choking the life out of him.

Best behaviour. You will be at your best behaviour.

"My brother's name was Elias. Elias Tarsa"

You met his eyes and held your chin up, all the lessons from your priestess coming into effect.

" All right but riddle me this princess.How did your ruinous family manage to arrange an engagement as beneficial as this for you ?" He pulled you flush against his chest as the music neared it's climax.

"You might find it difficult to believe but I despise this engagement with my whole heart and I am as clueless as you about the intricacies of this matter, your grace."

He peered at you as if you trying to solve the puzzle that was you.You don't know what conclusion he reached but it couldn't be in your favour as you watched his eyes harden.

The music stopped and you could feel every single fae's eyes on you as they waited to see if you would crumble under their stare.

"Well then I can't wait to explore our mutual disgust for this doomed relationship for the rest of our married life my lady."

He bowed his head as you both curtsied in your place. Then he did the unexpected as he bent his head down to place a searing kiss on your head. A sign of devotion and affection. But you knew for what it was - a promise of pain.

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As soon as you reached your family estate you ran upstairs despite your parents' calls of your name.

You couldn't get out of this suffocating dress any faster. Ripping your jewels from your neck you got into a comfortable shirt and pants. Grabbing a cloak you climbed down your window and ran towards the stable. In the dark autumn night you rode your horse away from the High lands and all your problems for a night.

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As you walked down the cobblestone path your breath came out in puffs of cold air. You could hear the boisterous laughter coming from Mell's tavern before you even entered the alley it resided in. Drawing the hood of your thick cloak further over your head to cover your face, you push open the door with a sharp sound from its rickety hinges. Inside the tavern the pungent smell of fae wine and vomit wafted into your nose and almost gave you a whiplash. Though you suppose the warmth from the burning fireplace was a good change from the rather chill night.

You walked to a table in a dark corner, not wanting rumours of you in a common tavern to float the grapevines of the court and creating further shame for your parents. As you sat down and listened to the musician playing "Bones for those who don't grow old" a folk song passed down generations in your lands, you couldn't help but let your thoughts run wild about your impending nuptials. But before you could immerse yourself in your musings a cup of wine was put in front of you with a thud.

"I didn't expect to see you here tonight y/n."

As you looked up your eyes met Mell's face, lined with the result of years of hardwork.

"Well I can't blame you because I too didn't expect to see myself here tonight" was all you could bring yourself to say in reply.

"Is something wrong?" came her worried query.

Mell was a sweet old lady. She and her husband Briar were mates and had owned this tavern for the last 500 years.You and your brother always had your dinner here after your little horse riding contests at the end of the week and you were always welcomed by the couple despite knowing your true identities. It had been your little secret from your parents and overly strict priestesses who took great pleasure in beating you into becoming the proper submissive member of the court.

When Elias died you couldn't even bring yourself to step foot at Mell's for years. But you couldn't keep yourself away for long because they had always been one of the few people who truly cared for you.

"Even I don't know Mell if something is wrong so this is something I must work by myself" was all you could say.

"You know you are always welcome y/n"

"I know" and you smiled your first genuine smile of the night.

"Well then I hope the wine is of help to you and I will bring your food right out as you talk with Myhir"

"I am not meeting him tonight Mell"

"If you are not meeting him sweet y/n then why is he coming towards you with that stupid smile on his face" came Mell's cheeky reply.

The tavern sounded as if it would collapse from how loud the jeers and the buoyant hollers of the drunk fae were but you couldn't care less.

Myhir walked gracefully between the tables with a cloak covering him but being between all these drunk males who wouldn't remember a thing about the night gave him the confidence to pull his hood down to reveal his charming smile to the dim light of the room.

Myhir with his dark hair and black eyes was beautiful in a way that made even faes who were known for their beauty turn their heads to have a glimpse of him.

"Hey! I couldn't find you at the esta- " but he cut his words short as he saw the look on your face.

"What's wrong my love?"he muttered with a serious tone.

Time has never been kind to you both and his worried face only brought tears to your eyes.

"I am betrothed" you managed to get out of your throat. If your words hurt him he did not show it but the smile on his face did disappear into the night.

"That much was expected, given your status in life. But I can't say I am not upset about it."

"Myhir I am promised to Eris Vanserra" you said with tears of anger and helplessness welling up in your eyes.

After Elias' death Myhir had been your rock in an endless ocean of despair. You both had found each other broken to pieces and soaked to the bone in pain that would put the world to shame. You had helped each other rise from the ashes despite the pain from your own burn scars and thus falling for him had come as natural as breathing to you.

"Do you want to leave y/n?"

"Yes that shall be for the best"

He grabbed your hand in his rough ones and said goodbye to Mell and Briar before opening the door into the cold night.

Darkness had embraced the sky long ago. The stars twinkled reminding everyone about the might of the cauldron.As Myhir began readying his horse you looked around yourself. The Autumn Court was breathtaking during the day with its crimson leaves bathing the lands in eternal beauty but not many people appreciated it for the beauty it was at night. Soft glowing lanterns from houses illuminated the streets leading down to the Red forest. It was truly a glimpse of happiness in your otherwise miserable situation.

Myhir's hand found your hips automatically as he hoisted you atop his horse before getting on himself. He grabbed the reins of the horse before riding into the night.

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After riding deep into the Red forest you both found yourselves at the molten lake.The banks of the lake had always been your and Myhir's getaway place as you both took a break from your mother and he from his duties as your father's trusted advisor. The lake glittered under the stars, looking like liquid fire but it had always felt cool to touch.

"Are you okay love?"queried Myhir but you were unresponsive.

"I don't know how this arrangement didn't come to my knowledge but your father must have really wanted this if he kept it under wraps."

Still no response.

"Do you want to talk about it y/n?"

"No I want my mind to forget about it and talk about anything but that "

"Oh then, I uh I was looking for you at the estate because I wanted to give this to you. " Myhir went to fished something out from his bag on the horse before returning to sit by you near the lake.

In his hand was a beautiful dagger with a red stone embedded on its hilt.

"Steel from the night court" you whispered in disbelief at the mark of a star etched on the dagger. The sharpest of weapons in all of Pyrthian maybe even in the world.

"When Niyam travelled to the night court I asked him to purchase it for you on my behalf " he said handing it over to you.

"Oh god Niyam. We have to tell the others about the engagement"

"Forget about that for now. I can tell them on your behalf if it is difficult for you, love"

"No this is something I must face myself but thank you dearest for this"

" I want you to accept it as a token of love from me and as cruel as the time is, it would give my heart some peace if you had something to protect yourself with at all times.It is not as grand as your other swords but-"

But you put an end to his ramblings with a "Nonsense, I shall cherish this with my life."

He smiled at me as if you had gifted him all the wonders of the mother. And you couldn't help yourself from asking "I wonder if you would ever take me for all I have to offer Myhir."

He was stunned and his whole body went as still as the undisturbed waters of the lake.

"F ..forget it I don't know what came over me."

But you couldn't finish your next words as Myhir kissed your lips shut. His hands cupped your face as he pulled you flush against his chest. His minty scent and a hint of sweat flooded all your senses and all you could think of was him and only him as heat coiled in your stomach. He kissed like a man starved.

Needy and fervid.

He gasped his swollen lips from your incessant kisses, "Do you truly want this? Because I don't think I would be able to hold myself back if we go further"

"Then don't for I am all yours" you whispered on his lips.

You kissed some more until all your doubts turned to ashes. He eagerly wrestled you out of your clothes before getting himself bare.

Laying you down on the damp wood, he pressed hot kisses down to your chest. He was breathless by the time he came up to your lips for another kiss and hovered over you before placing himself where you could feel your ceaseless throbing and wetness.

A silent cry escaped you as he breached your walls and held you as close as possible. He left no part untouched as he worshipped your body.

You cared for nothing else in the world as pleasured cries escaped your lips in response to Myhir's thrusts.You could only moan his name like a prayer to keep yourself sane from the onslaught of pleasure and embraced him as though he was your last lifeline.

As your mind clouded with lust and endless pleasure was the only feeling in your, you reached your pinnacle as Myhir finished inside you. You felt like you were on top of the world.

Powerful.

So under the moonlight two lovers embraced each other because in some corner of their heart they knew time would tear them apart at the first chance it got.

Part 4

[love-domme]

Do u like femboys (⁠ᗒ⁠ᗩ⁠ᗕ⁠)

Hi! I’ve answered this question before, here’s the link:

https://www.tumblr.com/love-domme/744896591659433984/do-you-like-femboys

HOWEVER, I’ll use this post to talk about another fantasy I’ve had regarding femboys. The idea is: publicly teasing my sub while he’s wearing a skirt and seeing it rise silently because the material does little to hide how turned on he is. Then finding a semi-secluded place and fucking him so hard he can’t hide his whimpers and moans but has to or else we’d get caught. Ends with him getting cum all over his skirt and us going home so I can fix his make up and fuck him again.

I wrote a fanfic based on this scenario a while ago, I’ll attach it in case you’re interested :)

Think I got a little carried away with this ask but I always love talking about femboys so thanks for the question!

Have a great day!

[baku-usagi]

interpersonal hygiene

a one shot fanfiction

pairings:blackwall/F!trevelyan

summery: Lady Trevelyan decides to try and help romanced blackwall get the others to stop calling him unhygienic and it gets a little steamy

CW:smut, Fluff, mostly smut

(Authors note:I wrote this in like 4 hours flat and its just a lot of sex and softness :;T so ya know hope you enjoy or whatever. blackwall in my head is not stinky, or dirty, he just smells like men smell which i personally enjoy)

Lady Trevelyan made her way down the stairwells from her room into the common room of skyhold, passing by the mighty throne she used to judge those who had transgressed against the inquisition and managed to survive, with slight butterflies she worked her way down the steps toward the stables, which sat in the soft glow of afternoon light just over the path.

She could hear the soft nickering of the horses and the chuffs of the other mounts faintly as her soft steps quickened. 

the horse master tended the horses, and just past him, leaning against the edge of the door, was Blackwall. The sun hit his raven hair casting almost blue hues from his locks, his cheeks retained soft, warm color from the weather, his lips slightly chapped. 

He hadn’t noticed her approach yet, he seemed to be having short, polite conversations with the horse master about proper riding technique, and what saddles made for better long distance travel.

He was so handsome, she could feel her stomach tighten and her cheeks flush, her gaze passing over the plush of his tunic that she knew hid his taunt, muscular arms, his hands calloused from years of wielding a sword waved about in his description of some type of leather or another to the horse master. 

He paused as she got closer, his face lighting up with a soft, and welcoming smile that cut through the harsh edges of his normal resting expression.

Maker, his eyes were so kind. 

“My lady” he greeted her, his voice holding a secretive lilt that suggested flirtation.

“Inquisitor” the horse master greeted as well. “I hope I’m not being a bother,” she said, her own voice sounding girlish and awkward in her ears. 

“I just need to borrow your conversation partner for a moment” Blackwall raised an eyebrow at her thoughtfully, though she saw it from the corner of her vision as her gaze was still set on the horse master “Of course. Whatever you need him for I’m sure it's more important than our idle chit chat”  In a way she wondered if that was true, given that her plans were more for leisure, not so much more business. 

She nodded, unable to find her voice in a way that wouldn’t reveal her giddiness. She tried terribly hard to remain  put together, a leader who didn’t feel nervousness, a respectable leader.

She tilted her head to Blackwall now “if you don’t mind” she offered, gesturing for him to walk with her in a sweep of her arm toward the keep

 “As you wish, my Lady”. His tone was once again, restricted, a wave of curiosity just beneath the obedience.

Once they had gotten out of ear shot, he broke the silence of their walk “is everything ok? I haven’t done something to get you in trouble I hope” 

She laughed a bit at that “perish the thought, I  just have a surprise planned for you” 

She had no idea if it was purposeful or not, but he had drifted closer to her, his footsteps in tandem with her own like a soldier's march, his shoulder almost touching hers.

She could feel the warmth radiating off him, the soft salty smell of sweat on his uniform, with the underlying smell of him taking her over as they walked through the doors of the keep.

He was a rugged man, he kept his hands surprisingly clean, nails trimmed and washed beneath, but past this, he did tend to carry a layer of sweat and grime from the hard days work.

His hair was a little greasy, and, as she’d noticed before, his lips chapped. Oh but to stop him for a kiss here in this open space, to press her lips to his as if that would heal them.

She could hear Lady Vivienne chastising her for her image, trying to kiss Blackwall in the middle of a crowded room like hapless schoolyard lovers.

Despite his level of unkempt, she found he didn’t smell, not bad at least. A little like sweat, hay, and smoke, a woodsy and masculine scent she enjoyed more often than not. It often had the undercutting of flowers, he was so quick to interact with nature, to bring a bloom to his face, or a bundle of wild flowers to her door. 

“I’ve no problem going wherever you need to take me” he spoke, the curiosity peaking more now “but it feels a bit…uncouth to walk unchaperoned to your quarters for all eyes to see” 

She knew some of the general public would take notice of them walking to her room, but most of the general public did know they were together, scandals be damned if she wanted time alone with him without the smell of horses. “We aren’t children” she nudged him gently with her elbow.

Before she could elaborate further, one of the servants met her at the end of the stairwell that led to her quarters. “Ah my lady, perfect timing” they chimed, seeming to flush at noting blackwalls presence. “I’ve finished with the preparations like you asked, should you need anything else, feel free to give the bell a ring”

“Thank you, your work is appreciated” Trevelyan smiled softly, stepping away from Blackwall to make space for the servant to leave, before leading Blackwall up the stairs. 

“Now I am really curious” he quipped as he walked, his hand snaking around to find hers, wrapping her fingers to lace between his. She could feel her heartbeat in her ears, hoping that the initial surprise wouldn’t be a let down, or worse, offensive.

They walked through the main room, past the bed. She opened another door, and the soft humidity and floral scents immediately filled the air. 

There was a pause as she formulated how to properly announce the occasion, but he spoke before she could “a bath, my lady?” he seemed to be flushed, almost embarrassed and she bit her lip, wincing at the hint of hurt on his face. 

“I was hoping we could…together” she cleared her throat. “I’m sorry if that was presumptuous, you work hard and I thought I could, you know…” 

He stepped to her now, not in hostility but fast enough to cause her to stumble back, against the open door that bounced a bit at her weight, but only for a moment because he was there just as quickly, strong hand steadying the door in a vice grip, his face close to hers and his breath on her lips.

“My lady” his voice was soft “i would be a fool to reject such an invitation and one so thoughtfully prepared” he brushed his thumb against her cheek, pressing her face into his palm as he closed the gap.

She felt a moan escape her throat, her embarrassment swallowed up by the feeling of his chapped lips, and his mustache tickling at her nose.

He deepened the kiss, tilting her head back further with his hand, and offering his tongue against her teeth.

She parted them, running her own tongue against his with jolts of exuberance. He tasted amazing.

He pulled away, breathing a bit heavy. 

“Shall we?” she offered after catching her breath.

“Of course” he spoke even as he began disrobing. 

Oh maker, fuck. His body glistened, a mixture of sweat and steam from the tub, the hair on his arms and chest twisted in adorable little curls from the dampness. 

He paused as he noted her appraisal, holding his uniform balled up in his hands.

“My lady, I know the others seem to think..well you know they’ve commented about it before so-” he was a bit awkward now, fidgeting with the fabric “ I do my best to stay..” he pauses again, his face a bit flushed. “I’ve been on my own for so long now it didn’t really matter but, when you started to..see me, like that, I..”

“I don’t care what the others say” she spoke with a laugh interrupting his attempts to convey his fears of being unhygienic for her. “but-” her tone grew soft “I do worry how it might bother you, for them to pick at how you keep yourself and I figured, yes, you’ve been on the road so long, who knows when you last had the chance to pamper yourself…” she bit her lip, “or be pampered” she offered, allowing herself the chance to languish looking him up and down.

He seemed to unravel into putty, his tension melting away as he let out a heavy emotional sigh. “Oh thank the maker” he breathed running a hand through his hair to slick it back further. “My lady, you are too good for me. He walked back to her side, dropping his uniform and pulling at the buttons of her top, popping them with concentration. She could watch the muscles move in his forearms as his fingers deftly pulled her outerwear open.

The fabric rested softly on either side of her breasts, her own skin damp with sweat from the day. He seemed to sink down as he undid the last button, kissing her sternum, down to her belly button. He wrapped his arms around her waist, resting his chin just below her belly button now, looking up at her with adoration.

“I have had little time to focus on bathing rituals beyond the basics” he spoke, his facial hair and breath tickling her skin with every word “but if this is what it can be like” he kissed her hip, his eyes darting up at her from beneath his eyelashes “I would soak away your pains, your guilt” she replied softly “I would have you here with me like this, every day, to feel comfort” 

The words were embarrassing but true, and she felt her core tighten with desire as he let out a rumble, one that vibrated against her skin from his throat. 

“You spoil me. I cannot repay this ""I can think of a way or two” she smirked now,running her hand through his hair, giving it a firm grasp at the back, forcing his head back so he was looking up at her. He let out a soft needy chuckle “I can think of nothing i’d want more”

She allowed her shoulders to fall, her top rustling to the ground, even though the room was warm, and humid she felt her nipples harden at the touch of the air. 

“Finish undressing?” a command disguised as a question “as you wish my lady” he breathes.

She releases his hair before stepping out of her pants. When she finished undressing, she  turned to see him wiggling  his boots and pants off as well. 

Down to the last bit of pant leg, he was standing right next to the tubside, trying to lean on it for balance, she sauntered to him,grabbing a part of the pant leg with one hand, he looked at her a bit confused before she pushed him playfully into the tub, the soapy, petal laden water sloshing about as he slipped in, his pants still in her hands.

She laughs hard as he  emerges, long black hair strewn about his face. “Ha ha” he quips, after a gasp of air

“It wouldn’t be so funny if i’d clonked my head and drowned now would it” he tries to sound serious, but a real laugh prickled its way through his last few words.

“I’ve watched dragonlings wallop you upside the head harder than you would have hit the tub” she retorted as her laughter died down.

He watched her with a warm smile for a moment, a devious look flashing his gaze before fast as lightning, he reached out  pulling her in after him by the wrist. “Oh blackwall wait- no-”she tried to protest but was swiftly dunked into the hot water next to him, emerging with a gasp of her own. 

“Now that's just- I am your inquisitor you know you can’t just go du-” he kissed her, pulling her body to his. It was now that she could feel how hard he was against her thighs as she mumbled one last protest into his lips, before returning the kiss, pulling herself even closer, their chests flush to one another. His chest hairs soft against her breasts, he clumsily grasped for the edge of the tub as he propped her beneath him in the water, her arms tangled around his neck holding her afloat.

They parted and stared at one another, he pressed his forehead to hers and she felt a droplet of water hit her cheek,she looked to see it was in fact a tear. 

“Thom?” she inquired softly. “I’m sorry” he laughed, his voice thick with emotion. “I am just. Maker, it's embarrassing but I’m so happy, you make me so happy I- I would have never dreamed a man like me could have… this” he looked about, her, the tub, the room even as he tried to pinch the tears back. “I’ve spent so long running from my past, and I deserved punishment for my cowardice, but somehow the makers blessed me with my whole future” he shakily grabbed one of her hands, shifting his hips beneath hers to help her stay afloat, before pressing her hand to his heart which pounded wildly. “You’re my whole future” 

She felt tears burgeoning at her own eyes now. “I’ve made you cry now” he stated flatly, “what good am I right?” he tried to jest. 

She shook her head and let out a half laugh “Oh Thom, you keep on about how you don’t deserve me but” she paused, allowing more tears to slip “It is I, who feels they don’t deserve you. You my loyal, my faithful, you who would follow me to the end.”

He nodded “if you’ll let me” he added, “even if no one else does”

“Oh enough of this” she scoffed, her smile coming back full force, and with it his as well in all its radiance “the waters gonna get cold.” she grabbed at the cloth folded neatly on the tray beside the tub, and one of the expensive orlesian washing soaps. 

“Turn around” she demanded even as she lathered the soap into the cloth” he raised an eyebrow but obeyed, releasing her reluctantly to turn, resting his weight on his knees folded beneath him.

She took the cloth to his back, scrubbing him gently before  passing it forward to him to get his chest while she messaged the lather into his shoulders and back with her hands. 

She could feel the years of knotted muscles from sleeping in armor, on hard forest floors,and she wanted to work it away, she kissed the back of neck softly, and he let out a sigh.

“My lady..”he asked softly

“Yes?” she responded as she grabbed the shampoo. 

“I want to touch you” he spoke as if he was mentioning the weather, normal and even, but the words burned her ears.

She didn’t respond and he didn’t move, allowing her to continue working the shampoo through his hair. 

“Lady Trevelyan. Please” he spoke again, his voice thick with desire and passion.

“Wait, “ she replied softly. He grimaced as she retrieved one of the many buckets of heated water off the grate of coals that kept them warm, dumping it over his head slowly as she worked the shampoo out. 

His eyes were closed, and he had shifted to having his legs in front of him. Bent at the knees which he had one of his  forearms rested against.

As She repeated the process with the conditioner, she noticed the soft movement of his other arm beneath the water. Andraste's knickers, was He touching himself? She dismissed it as him simply cleaning, but she could feel herself getting hot even as she began brushing the conditioner through his hair  with a comb, reaching around from behind him to massage the conditioner into his beard as well. 

He tried to stifle a little moan, her hands in his beard and her breasts pressed against his back as she worked, she rested her lips on his shoulder. Watching his arm beneath the water still a bit and tense.

At this point, she drained the old water, watching Blackwall shift a bit in the cold air, moving both hands to rest on his knees.

 She had asked in advance for the servants to heat plenty of water for rinsing. She stepped from the tub, feeling his eyes watching her intently, hearing his breathing hitch as the light from outside bounced off the glossy wetness of her body. 

She had bathed this morning and didn’t truly need the scrub down, but would still need to rinse the soapy water away from them both.

“Stand for me, please” she inquired, he hesitated and she tilted her head curiously. 

“I am..” he started clearing his throat “In a state.” 

“Are you hurt? Was the water too hot before?” she asked worriedly.

“Hah, no my lady, I should be so lucky.” he stood as he said this and she was met with what she knew had been present most of the evening, a raging hard on.

He cleared his throat again, trying to shift a bit. Lady Trevelyan watched it throb for but a moment, interrupted by him saying “It's not the worst feeling to have you inspect me, my lady but I am at my wits end here, if I could be so bold as to ask again-” he swallowed heavily “to touch you” 

She was enamored by this, here he was, clearly aroused, needy, and instead of trying to touch himself he wanted to touch her? Although he may have indulged a bit earlier in the tub anyway, she was sure it hadn’t been to satisfaction. 

Oh maker, she was just as aroused and needy though. 

She passed him one of the buckets of water, stepping back into the tub with him. 

“Rinse off, and then” she placed a hand on his chest “rinse me off after?” 

Though this was truly a request and not a command, she knew it was like giving the hounds permission to hunt. 

He wanted it almost as much as she did.

As he slowly poured the water down himself, watching her intently, she used her hands to brush away any residue left behind shaking away the conditioner from his hair and beard, his lips stealing a kiss at her palm,  she watched his muscles stiff and tense as she caressed his skin, his breathing harsh through his nose as she moved down.

Her hands landed on his hips, at the base of his erection and he swore, his hips giving a small involuntary twitch.

She met his eyes and she applied a grip, “sweet Andraste” he gasped out, trying to steady himself, he found nothing but her, and rested his head upon her shoulder, his hot breath rushing across her skin tantalizingly. 

She wanted to tease him more, but his water bucket was empty and before she could move to grab her own, his bucket was dropped, and his large hand had wrapped over hers around his cock.

He didn’t ask, nor did he wait, he pulled her closer with his free hand, and set the pace for them as he stroked himself with her hand.

“Fuck.” she swore, rubbing her thighs together in search of friction even as their joined hands granted him plenty.

“I’m sorry” he managed to breathe, though the motion didn’t stop. 

“What for?” she managed to whimper back. He laughed, a pathetic laugh as he bucked his hips into their hands, before abruptly stopping.

“Your-your turn to be rinsed, yes?” he managed softly, gently licking his lips and looking upward as if pleading for strength before releasing her hand from his and placing both of his hands behind his back firmly with great effort. 

They stood there like that for a moment, him standing defenseless, hands clasped together hard dick bouncing ever so slightly with his ragged breaths.

She watched him carefully as she grabbed her own bucket of water. 

He stepped closer to her, his dick pressing against her lower stomach as she began dumping the water, his hands mimicking hers from earlier, scrubbing away any remaining soap on her skin.

He cupped her breasts now, and she inhaled sharply, his calloused fingers being gentle, as if he was afraid for a moment he hurt her, before firmly squeezing.

She let out a little moan and he smirked at her, pulling his grip from the whole of her tits down to the nipples which he languished in gently pinching and pulling.

He bucked his hips a bit as he moved his hands down her stomach. His hands were so large and strong, they made her feel small as he gripped her hips now, tightly. 

“Fuck me” she hissed. It was more of a curse then a demand but the response was immediate 

He pulled her to him, kissing her hard and desperate, drinking her in as his teeth nipped on her lips. 

His tongue pressed into her mouth and she suck at it,

As she did he grasped her by the arse and hoisted her up, her womanhood resting firmly on his stomach.

He carried her from the bathroom, still damp to the bed.

“Maker you’re so wet” he practically snarled into her mouth, their noses pressed together as they breathed one another in.

“I want you” she responded “i’ve always wanted you and only you” her voice was high, breathy, her words dripping out on soft moans as she found herself grinding against his stomach.

“Wet for me” he says it with the lilt of a question, though it required no answer, before collapsing them both to the bed.

“You drive me wild. You are confounding. I Look at you and i ache for want to be buried inside you though it’s more than i deserve” his hands push her legs away from his, one hand remaining to  grip the softness of her thigh, the other planting firmly palm down on her pelvis, his thumb drawing little soft circles on her hard clit.

She arches into the sensation 

“And to see you, this desperate for me as well?” 

He laughs low in his throat. “To see you this needy” 

He pauses, as if holding his breath while he continues to flick and rub at her, reading her body language carefully.

“Am I doing well, my lady?” his voice is a whine, he begs to be told. “Yes” she barely manages to choke out, bucking her hips into his touch as best she can while his palm firmly holds her in place.

“It feels good” she sounded strangled, looking at him through heavy eyes. “Tell me you feel the same as me” he demands.

“I look at you, and I ache for you to be buried inside me” she manages to keen,

“Please”

He seems taken over then, throwing her leg over his shoulder, his movements clumsy and desperate, he grips her other hip in his hand and guides himself to her.

He pauses once more, brow furrowed in concentration. He squeezes his eyes shut

“I don’t want to hurt you so just..tell me this is what you want, but know if you do you will have it, nothing withheld” 

she could hear the mild threat behind that, what all he had to give her. 

Her silence must have worried him because he added “and if it is not, I will compose myself, my lady and we can move at a slower pace” 

Even as he said it his eyes burned with desire.

“I want this, nothing withheld” she managed, feeling the butterflies in her stomach flip with anticipation.

He was still for but a moment before slamming himself into her, shooting little stars across her vision.

“Makers breath” she shouted, arching her back into the thrust. She could see, looking down at herself how connected they now were at the hip. He didn’t give her anymore time to process this before he started to move.

This was not the first time they’d had sex, the first time was tentative, needy, guilty in her room and then desperate in the barn.

What they’d both wanted, his apprehension shedded like a robe as he had made love to her. 

This was somehow so much the same and yet so much different. 

His strokes were not a goodbye, not one last passionate burnout. They were desperate to claim her as deep as their fragile mortal forms would allow for, they were wild and animalistic. 

They did not hold “one last time” in their feeling, instead they felt of “may this moment never end, to this be our eternity” 

She hadn’t even noticed how loudly she moaned and begged, a thousand “please” falling from her lips between rapid kisses.

Her vision went fuzzy as he leaned into her more, pulling her leg higher over his shoulder and baring his weight down into her.

She could vaguely register his moans as well, his mumbling prayers to the maker, as he gripped her leg and her hip hard enough to bruise, with reckless abandon. Something about him, her soft protector, her shield in battle, grasping her so hard, renouncing her as any kind of ‘fragile’ in this moment, drove her wild. 

“You feel so amazing” he snarled, his face resting in her neck, “maker I want to-” his words trailed off into a moan and he leaned back, slowing his pace but pressing in hard with each languid thrust.

Lady Trevelyan gasped for air rolling her hips to meet his thrusts.

He placed his hand once more over her swollen clit ,watching himself go in and out of her swollen, wet cunt. 

 he matched the pace once more with his thumb on her clit, “do you hear the way we sound together” he asked, his voice almost sadistic. “Sweeter than any chantry choir hearing how wet you are for me.” she couldn’t respond with more than a nod, soft, quick moans still pushing past her lips. “Tell me i'm yours” he demanded, keeping his pace on her clit even as she tried to roll her hips faster, twitching as her core tightened more and more, the pleasure that had been rolling through her starting to build.

“You’re mine” she snarled, her cunt twitching and squeezing around him.

“Fuck” he barked, shaking as he tried to keep a slower pace. 

“My lady,” he moaned. “my lady, my lady.”

“Thom I’m-” she could hardly breathe, she was so close now.

“Don’t stop please” she managed to choke out 

“You make me feel so good, please don’t stop, I'm so close” she was all but weeping the words, and this seemed to make it even harder for him to remain on pace.

“Come on my cock then, be good to me once more yeah?” It was almost a taunt, and he increased his speed just a bit.

His name spilled from her lips, alternating between moans and pleading. “Thom please please” she managed, gripping at his hips and lower back, then his shoulders, digging her nail in deep “don’t do that or-” he tried to protest, applying just a touch more pressure with his thumb.

“Oh fuck I’m coming” she whimpered, words strangled as her whole body clenched like a vice grip, nails rending open Blackwalls back and shoulders

He swore again, fucking her harder and faster then before, if that was even possible, through her orgasm, causing much to her suprise a second orgasm to roll in after the first, though the second was ridden out in perfect stillness as his own orgasm had quickly followed.

Blackwall was not even breathing, face flushed and mouth slightly parted as he’d buried himself to the hilt inside of her, his cock twitching within her spasming core.

He shakily shifted her leg from off his shoulder and fell on top of her now. 

Both breathing harder than after their battle with the dragon in the hinterlands, they rolled to the side, him still inside her

His hands weakly caressed her back. Her face was in his chest. He smelled of flowers and orlesian soap.

After a few moments, he carefully dislodged himself from inside her, now more flaccid though not entirely soft and they lay in stillness, tangled limbs for what felt like an eternity.

Later that evening, Lady Trevelyan stood, sore, speaking to her advisors in the war room. Trying her hardest not to show the amount of tender she felt.

“- and More venatori sightings than ever here” cullen was finishing a report that Trevelyan hadn’t really been focusing on. Flashbacks of just three hours prior continued to interject in her thoughts. How Blackwall had felt inside her. 

“Inquisitor” Cullen snapped her out of it.

“Yes, I’ll take Dorian to check it out as soon as possible.” 

“Say, Josephine,” Leliana asked, though she was looking directly at the inquisitor. “Isn't that smell similar? Josephine sniffed “ah the inquisitor's soap! Yes thats-” she cut off flushing deeply “that is what smelled different about blackwall this afternoon” 

Cullen raised an eyebrow, “well it’s a good bit better then how he smelled before from what i hear” Leliana said playfully.

“He smelled like all men smell before” Trevelyan tried defeated, “besides nothing wrong with lending soap, maybe I’ll order some extra for him.”

“I’ve heard that specific soap is pretty good for cuts and scrapes too.” Leliana smirked “ironbull tried to clap him on the back earlier and he yelped like a terrified nug, must have been some fight he got into”

Cullen sighed “if you and Blackwall are happy that's what matters, inquisitor, you don’t have to hide your feelings for him, not here at least.”

“Exactly!” Josephine chips in.

“The whole world is at stake. Enjoy the little moments you can have with him.”

“Like sharing soap,” Leliana added.

“Alright alright.” The inquisitor brushed them off, shaking her head as she left the war table.

She found herself walking once more to the stables, to see black wall chipping away at a block of wood. 

When he noticed her approaching he smiled, inclining his head softly “my lady”.

She sat beside him wordlessly, resting her head on his shoulder as he continued to carve. While the floral smell of the orlesian soap was still vaguely present, he smelled how she liked, smoke, hay, wood shavings and sweat.

His hair was pushed back and tousled, a handsome and charming look making her think of her companions telling him to brush his hair.

What silly comments. She nestled in closer, wrapping her arms around his arm as he continued to carve, taking in the peace while she could before whatever would get thrown at them next.

[ikyoudreamofme]

THE ONE I WONT FORGET

CW:smut,exbf!jake, drunken sex,oral(F receiving),f!ngering, overprotective!jake

Summary: you and Jake broke up a while ago but he's still in love with you and can't get over you. You and him haven't spoken since your break up until you see him at a Tara Yummy party.

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Jake's POV

Today was Tara's 1 million subscribers party she had planned this for a while before she actually hit 1M but it's finally happening.

I got out the shower towel around my waist water droplets dripping off my hair down my chest I towel dry my hair before putting on a pair of jeans, a vest top and a black fur jacket. I shout for Johnnie telling him we're leaving and walk towards my car driving to the venue.

Y/N POV

I walk into the party pulling the bottom of my dress down a little immediately going to find Tara.

"Tara!" I shout going up to her hugging her. "Congrats on one mill!"

"Thank you y/n!" she shouts smiling dragging me over to the bar to do shots with her. she asks for two tequila shots, the man nods at her grabbing two shot glasses pouring them equally, we pick them up smiling at each other before bringing the glass up to our lips our heads dropping back as we take the shot. The sharp burning sensation falls down my throat I pull the glass away grimacing, squeezing my eyes shut for a second as she does the same. "Jesus Christ Tara.." I say turning around resting against the bar I look away from her for a second towards the front door as it opens and two tall boys I recognise walk through. I turn my head away to listen to what Tara's yapping about then quickly look back realising who it is. My eyes widen seeing Jake walk in with Johnnie. Tara looks where I am and gasps. "Shit Y/N I forgot to tell you Jake was coming im so sorry." She smiles awkwardly.

"No it's fine he's your best friend of course you'd invite him." I say turning around asking the bartender for another shot. She nods walking off to say hi to Jake and Johnnie.

I take the shot before asking for a Vodka Cranberry and going off to find some more of my friend's drink in hand.

Jakes POV

I walk through the door my eyes falling onto my surrounding I look around for Tara instead they fall on the one girl I was not expecting to see y/n. we broke up months ago and I still can't get over her. I can tell she sees me because her eyes widen and she turns to look at Tara. I take a long breath in watching Tara walk over to me and Johnnie as y/n leans towards the bar,her dress riding up,getting another drink. I smile at Tara giving her a side hug she speaks "oh yeah y/n's here by the way I forgot to mention it."

I laugh slightly " I can see that" I reply look at y/n. Johnnie laughs before saying something to Tara. "He's still In love with her." I nudge his ribs indicating that he should stop talking.

"Shut up I am not!" I say lying but covering it up as best as I can. Johnnie and Tara laugh. "Suree." Tara says walking away. "Johnnie you're such a dickhead!" I say looking at him trying not to laugh myself. I go to look back at y/n and she's not there. I look around and spot her dancing with her friends, until her friend is replaced with a man. She turns around confused and lightly pushes his arms off her hips turning back around ignoring him. He puts his hands back on her holding her firmer this time. She turns around and says something to him grabbing his hands and pushing them off her once again. He steps close to her smirking, she looks around worried and scared not knowing what to do. He steps closer to her one more time his hands going to her waist, she pushes him back into a a group of people behind him. He grabs her wrist pulling her closer to him.

I walk over to them "is there a problem bro?" I say glaring at him standing I front of her slightly. "No,no problem shes just playing hard to get." He reaches his arm out to grab her. I grab his wrist. "Or maybe she wants you to leave her alone. Take the hint." I say letting go of his hand. "What are you her boyfriend or something?"

"That doesn't matter does it she doesn't want you so fuck off!" I shout stepping closing to him towering over him. The man mumbles under his breath storming away.

"are you okay?" I ask y/n turning around, we haven't spoke in ages. She nods and mutters a thank you. "Don't worry about it,it's okay. How have you been?"

"I've been alright. What about you?" She smiles. God her smile is gorgeous. I nod "I've been better you know." I can't just say that I miss her so much and I can't function without her. She looks up at me confused. "what do you mean"

"I mean I miss you y/n. So much."

"Jake... we broke up for a reason." I nod "I know, I know and I'm sorry. I'm so sorry for everything."

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Y/N POV

I look up at him with a sad expression what do I do of course I miss him but it's not that easy. "I miss you too Jake but it's not that simple we can't just say we miss each other then be the way we used to be." He looks down at the floor and takes my hand. "Can't we just have another chance, another chance for us to work." he says softly look up from floor. I give in and grab his face pulling him into a deep kiss. He kisses me back his hands wrapping around my waist his tongue swiping along my bottom lip I part my lips slightly his tongue exploring my mouth. One of my hands go to his hair and tug on it sightly, he groans lowly pulling away. "I need you y/n. Like now" he pleads look at me. He grabs my arm dragging me to the closest bathroom pushing me in and locking the door behind him. He picks me up and placed me on the counter pulling me in for another kiss. His hands cradling my jaw. He kiss down my neck and collarbone leave dark purple marks he pulls down the straps of my dress, his arms snakes around my back unclipping my bra discarding of it somewhere in the room. His hands trail down to the bottom of my dress lifting it up over body throwing it to the floor. He stares at my boobs before taking one in his mouth sucking on it. I gasp as my hand goes to his hair. "I've missed you so much." I breathe out my head falling back against the mirror. He smirks and pulls away his hands going down to my thong pushing it to the side, his fingers slide down my wet folds as I moan. "you're so wet f'me." Jake mentions looking up at me. I nod quickly "only for you Jake.." He slides his fingers into me and I moan loudly. His other hands goes to my mouth covering it muffling my moans he continues thrusting his fingers in and out of me faster I squeeze my eyes shut. His mouth attaches to my clit sucking on it. My legs wrap around his shoulder, heels digging into his back my moans and whimpers silenced by his hand. I can feel my self getting closer my hand goes to his. He removes his hand from my mouth " I'm so close Jake." I whimper and he stops removing his fingers from me. He shakes his head saying "not yet ma." I groan rolling my eyes.

He unbuckles his belt pulling his trousers down along with his boxers. He pulls my arm slightly. I jump down from the counter as he turns me around bending me over the sink. I look up and see him behind me in the mirror.

He pumps himself a few them before lining up with my entrance. Jake's slams into me harshly I gasp as his jaw falls slack. He thrust into me harder and faster. My hands gripping on the edge of the sink. I moan loudly. "Fuck! Jake.."

"does that feel good?" He says pulling my hair pulling me up, my head on his shoulder as he continues his punishing thrusts. I nod "it feels s'good. So good!"

He laughs moving my head to the side kissing me. "Who makes you feel this good y/n?" He asks pulling back from the kiss. "You Jake, only you!" I shout. His hands wrap around my waist holding me up. "Look at you y/n moaning f'me.fucking slut." I moan at his words nodding vigorously. His thumbs rubs on my clit sending me over the edge. I whimper and my hand reaches behind me to slow him down, he grabs my wrist pinning them behind my back. "Fuck Jake! I'm gonna cum please!" I shout my head falling back onto his shoulder. "Cum f'me baby." The knot in my stomach snaps as I cum. If he wasn't holding me up I would collapse on the floor. Jake thrust get sloppier until he pulls out pushing me onto my knees pumping himself before coming in my mouth.

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Jake's hand reaches out pulling you up placing you on the edge of the sink. “So second chance?” Jake asks you. “yeah.” You nod. “good because I could never forget you y/n” Jake’s says pulling in for a kiss before picking up your clothes.

[latenightsimping]

Kink the 1st - Shibari

Summary: After a bad day, all you want is some downtime with your boyfriend. And downtime includes some rope and a whole lotta fun.

Pairing: Eddie Munson x fem reader

Word count: 4,693

Warnings: SMUT SMUT SMUT 18+ MINORS DNI, bdsm, shibari (using rope), oral sex (f receiving), fingering (f receiving), p in v sex, unprotected sex (wrap it before you tap it, kiddos), aftercare, lots of fluff, sex with a lil humour sprinkled in as a treat, just quite sweet really? porn with plot, softdom!Eddie, sub!reader, reader has a vagina, use of petnames (sweetheart, angel etc.)

AN: Massive shoutout to @mantorokk-writes, @steve-harringtons-slut & @charlie-heatons-whxre for giving me a boot up the arse to get Kinktober kicked off! Hoping to do at least once a week? I got ideas for the next one, but if there’s anything you wanna see please lemme know! Hope you enjoy!!

You’d both had a hell of a day.

Everything that could go wrong, had gone utterly wrong. Murphy’s law, and all that. Work had been a drag; usually, you could have sworn the diner was cursed or haunted, considering how temperamental the old machinery in there could be. Today? Today, you were sure gremlins had snuck in during the night shift and were determined to fuck with you any way possible. The coffee machine went bust, the dishwasher refused to turn on, and to top it all off, your boss was in one of his shitty moods.

You’d finished up your day shift in a mood that caused your whole features to harden, practically scowling the whole way on your walk home. Usually, you didn’t mind the twenty minutes it took to get to your little run down home, but it was just that little bit too cold to be pleasant, and you’d forgotten your jacket on your rush out the door. Yet another straw to the camel’s back, and you could feel yourself beginning to break.

Though the dark cloud looming over your head didn’t shift fully, it lightened a few shades as soon as you stepped through your front door. The place was pretty run down; when you had first moved in, you could tell the previous owner was still firmly stuck in the 60’s. Wallpaper peeled off the walls, stained jaundice from cigarette smoke, and the kitchen was in desperate need of a renovation, “A fixer upper,” Eddie had told you, when you’d first seen it with him. At first, it all felt like too much. Sure, it was the only thing you two could sensibly afford, but it was hard to see the bigger picture. Luckily, Eddie could see that picture clearly. You kind of missed that honeymoon phase now, when you’d first moved in and spent your free weekends decorating. Painting the walls side by side as the radio played, only getting into a paint fight once. Alright, two times, but you couldn’t leave Eddie that smug that he was the victor. He was quite the handyman, as it turned out. Wayne had come to help, lugging heavy toolboxes, and the Munson men had got to work fixing loose fittings and squeaky hinges. You’d supplied the beer and lunch, watching the two men from a distance as you painted old photo frames that you’d thrifted.

Your home wasn’t perfect. A lot of the furniture didn’t match – a few pieces plucked from various dumpsters around town, the rest second-hand – some doors still had to be jiggled just right to open and close, and your oven seemed to have an attitude problem. But it was yours and Eddie’s. Various photos of moments of your relationship together dotted surfaces and walls, his beloved posters hung neatly in different rooms. His amps and guitars in the living room, your battered old record player and collection of vinyls beside them. Home wasn’t bricks and mortar. It was a feeling. It was feeling safe, and secure, and remembering that the stain on your couch was thanks to Dustin spilling Pepsi when he jumped out of his skin during a Halloween movie night. It was a feeling that soon, Eddie would be home, and you could ease each other’s minds without having to put much effort in.

You heard the roar of his van while you were making dinner, music blasting and no doubt pissing off the neighbours even further. By the time you took the plates out of the cabinet, you heard the front door unlock, Eddie’s voice calling out he was home. You could tell instantly that he had just as much of a shit day as you had by voice alone. The usually melodic timbre now sombre and flat, sounding bone tired. As he came into the kitchen, though he graced you with a smile, it didn’t quite reach his eyes like it usually did. It made your heart slightly ache as you frowned at him. “Bad day?”

He hummed in agreement, hands coming up to scrub his face as he leaned against the counter. “Phil’s been riding my ass all day,” he murmured through his palms, arms dropping as he winced. “Shit, sorry baby. Didn’t mean to come in and just start complainin’.”

“No, tell me about it,” you said as you shook your head, busying yourself with serving up as Eddie moved to set the table. No matter what mood you were both in, it was a routine heavily engrained by now. Whoever cooked, the other would set the table and clean up after. Pretty much muscle memory, at this point.

“First of all, Tina called in to let us know that her kid had broken his arm falling out of a damn tree, so I was left to fend for myself. Then the shipment for that Dirty Dancing album still didn’t show yet again, and I had to deal with hormonal teenagers complaining no fuckin’ end about something I have no control over, y’know? It’s like they expect me to magically pull CD’s out of my ass or something.”

You nodded along as he complained about his day, pottering around the kitchen to grab a couple of beers and finally sitting yourself down at the dinner table. As Eddie talked between mouthfuls of food, you could see him starting to ever so slowly unwind. Having someone to vent to always helped him, and no doubt he was hangry from not being able to grab more than a couple of bites at work. He loved working at the record store, for the most part. He knew about music probably better than anything else, and it was usually slow and steady work when new releases that swept Hawkins like wildfire were readily available. But it seemed like for the both of you, today was just one of those days.

“But enough about me,” he sighed after a few moments of silence, grabbing his beer and taking a sip. “What about you? You look tired.”

“Feel tired,” you chuckled, shrugging as you leaned back in your chair. “Just the diner gremlins acting up again. You know, the usual.”

“Ah,” he nodded, clicking his teeth with his tongue. “Should really cast banishment in that place.”

The serious tone of his voice, mixed with that whisper of a smirk, never failed to make you smile. “Yeah, should really get on that,” you nodded with a mock look of sincerity. “Hard to find any warlocks around town, though.”

You both smiled, tensions easing as you fell into that comfortable bliss that you could both create with one another. The rest of the meal was spent with small talk; everything and nothing, including Eddie asking you if you’d still love him if he was a worm for some reason. To which you replied honestly. Of course. Only the finest soil and decaying leaves for worm Eddie. That seemed to cheer him up.

At first, you wondered if he wanted to just cuddle for the night, considering how you both had a long day. But it seemed that the good meal had given you both energy, and all it had took for you to agree with his slightly raised eyebrow as he suggested going to the bedroom for a bit of playtime was that certain look in his darkened eye as he gestured his head towards the stairs. It was something you both enjoyed often, especially when both of your minds were racing. A way to turn your brains off, for one to relinquish control and the other to reclaim it. Working in tandem to a headspace where nothing but each other’s bodies existed, soft inhales and exhales between locked lips and soft sounds of ecstasy. And by the look on Eddie’s face, he needed it just as badly as you did.

…

“Turn around a little for me, angel.”

It had felt like hours since you started, but you knew it was realistically not too long ago. The sun had settled behind the horizon just before you sat down on the bed, the bedroom now softly illuminated by the lamps on the bedside table. Eddie had taken his time undressing you, pressing kisses to your skin after each layer was dropped to the floor, beginning to sink you into that place in your mind where everything became slightly fuzzy and dreamlike. He had chosen the hemp rope from the selection that you had both acquired that lived in the bottom drawer of your dresser, and you slowly closed your eyes as you relaxed into the feeling of the soft strands whispering across your skin as he worked.

From the endless conversations that you’d had with Eddie about using rope, you knew it had just as much of an effect on him as it did for you. But it came from another angle. Where you were happy to give up the control for the however hours it took, revelling in the sensation of being restrained and cared for, he found it intensely helpful to have a single thing to work on. He wasn’t thinking about work, or bills, or the trash that needed to be taken out. He was thinking of the intricate folding and gentle tugging of the rope to create works of beauty that made you look so ethereal, so beautiful, nothing else but the here and now. It soothed his mind that was constantly racing about a hundred different things at once, and it was nice to have a repetitive, comforting task. And you have to admit, he was getting really good at it. He would spend hours pouring over books that he got from God knows where, always wanting to try new positions or knots. And you were more than happy to indulge.

Tonight, he had chosen his favourite ties. A pentagram harness that decorated your chest and cupped your breasts, using the extra length to secure your arms in a box tie. Both hands cupping your elbows as comfortably as they could, with enough rope to let them rely on the strands to hold them up. He was getting started on your legs, and judging by the way he wanted you kneeling and the two lengths of red rope in his hands, you had an idea with what he wanted.

Shifting yourself as much as you could with his helpful grip on you, you turned to face the foot of the bed, halfway down the length of it to give you enough space. His warm hands lingered on your skin, smoothing over it as you softly sighed at the sensation.

“Still with me?” he whispered, taking great effort not to be too loud in case it startled you. He knew that you were more fragile in this state, always attentive to when your shoulders slightly sagged and your lips parted. You nodded slightly, and you heard him huff in slight amusement as he gently squeezed your knee. “Need to hear you, baby.”

“Still here,” you murmured, taking a second to take a deep breath before you opened your eyes. Your gaze drifted to him, and you could melt under the look he was giving you. It wasn’t the hard, steely glare that he sometimes had when you played rough, the one that sent shock waves to your core. The look still held control, but God, he was looking at you like you were the finest masterpiece that he’d ever laid eyes on. It made you feel like a priceless piece of artwork in the best way possible; like you were made to be looked upon and revered, worshipped even. But you wanted him to continue, and to finally sink into that place where nothing existed outside of those four walls. “I’m green, Eds.”

He smiled at your use of the traffic light system that you used – green for continue, orange for slow down and red to stop completely – and pressed one final kiss to your temple before he resumed his work. As you suspected, it was a frog tie. Your thigh secured to your calves, making it impossible to move your legs and keeping you kneeling. You opened your eyes just enough to watch his face as he secured the final ties, and you couldn’t help but smile as you noticed the way the tip of his tongue was peeking from his lips, eyes narrowed as deft fingers pulled and knotted the strands. He must have caught you staring out of his periphery, a small smile pulling at the corners of his mouth as he tucked away the loose ends and leaned back to take you in. “Well, aren’t you lookin’ all pretty? Gimme a lil wiggle, gorgeous.”

You did as he asked, being careful not to topple over as you struggled against the restraints. Just like you knew would happen, the ropes didn’t yield, sparks shooting down your spine and straight to your pussy when you realised that you were truly helpless. You could feel how wet you’d become during his work, most likely already forming a damp spot on the sheets. You knew he liked to watch you squirm, and you could tell it was having an effect on him. He was still fully clothed for now; you knew it was for a reason. A non-verbal show of who had the power, and it fuelled your headspace like logs to a fire. But you wanted him to touch you so bad, to finally give that part of you attention that was now grabbing all your attention, and you let out a small whine as you bit your lip, giving him your most sultry look to try and entice him.

Eddie could read you like a book. He knew exactly what you were trying to do, yet he was seemingly playing the clueless card as he tilted his head. “Something the matter, baby?” he asked, a brow raised as he smirked.

“Please,” you mewled, knees separating even further to expose just how soaked you were. “Please Eds, need you to touch me.”

“But I have been,” he countered, face slowly morphing into one of knowing as he tutted once. “That’s it, isn’t it baby? Need me to take care of you? Need me to touch that pretty little pussy of yours?”

You nodded frenetically, letting out another small noise of need as you desperately tried to gain some friction on your clit, trying to rut against the bed and failing to gain any contact thanks to the position you were in. “Please, I wan’ it,” you whimpered, worrying your lower lip between your teeth.

You watched as he reached behind you, laying down two pillows behind your back and pressing a large palm to your chest, fingers curling under the pentagram of your tie as his other hand rested on the back of your head. Gently laying you down with a show of control that had you reeling, you settled on your back, thankful that the pillows left a gap for your arms to slot into, making the position a lot more comfortable. Your knees came up closer to your chest, falling to the sides and exposing you even more than your previous position. Eddie towered over you, sitting on his haunches as his eyes followed every curve and dip of your body, a look of hunger evident in his eyes as his palms skated over the insides of your thighs. So close to where you wanted him, but not enough. Not nearly enough. “You know the rules, baby. You gotta ask me real nicely,” he murmured, a small smirk on his face as he relished in the power.

“Pleeeease.” Your voice sounded so small, elongating every character or the word as your back arched. “Please Sir, please make me feel good. Need it so badly, wan’ you to make me come so much.”

You knew the honorific would wreck him, and judging by the low groan he let out, you were going to have what you wanted. “How can I resist when you say it all pretty like that?” he said, voice gruff and low in the way that it did whenever he wanted you. You watched as he shifted down the bed, laying on his front as he peppered your innermost thighs with kisses. “Gonna keep those legs open for me like a good girl, sweetheart?”

You nodded vigorously. You’d agree to anything, do anything, sell your soul to the fucking Devil if it finally meant having his mouth on you. And fuck, you almost came when he licked a languid stripe from your entrance to your clit, latching onto the sensitive bud as his tongue swirled around it. Your eyes screwing shut as your head tipped back, the sensations of his moans vibrating against your cunt as he continued his ministrations sending you barrelling towards your climax that much quicker. All you could hear were the sinful sounds of wetness and messy kisses to your slit, Eddie’s mumbles against your skin of “you taste so fucking good,” and “so wet f’ me,” making your legs shake as you rutted against his mouth, desperate for your release. You felt his finger enter you, one at first, hilted to the last knuckle before a second joined it, curling until it hit that spot that made you see stars behind your eyes, that coil deep in your gut tightening and tightening until it reached a near unbearable tension.

“Gonna- Fuck Eds, please, gonna…” You could barely think, barely speak under his skilled tongue and hands, but you wanted his permission. Knowing that with it, you could come undone even harder, until the tiny remains of thoughts finally slipped out of your grasp. All you wanted to feel was the bliss, and to know that he was the one causing it.

“Come for me baby, I got you,” he urged, fingers pumping into you eyen faster, words garbled as he didn’t let up from his task of swirling the tip of his tongue against your bud in dizzyingly fast movements. “Let go.”

It was his words, a final jab to your sweet spot inside you, and a soft suck to your clit that finally snapped the last remaining threads of your tether to reality. Your jaw fell slack into a silent scream, back arched and head thrown back as you tightened around his fingers, hips bucking as you rode out your orgasm. The restraints fuelling it, elongating it, as you writhed underneath them and found no escape. The pure hedonistic ecstasy causing your walls to pulse, even after Eddie removed his fingers from you.

Crowding over you after you managed to catch your breath and wrench your eyes open, Eddie kissed you with fervour, all teeth and tongue as he settled his weight onto his forearms on either side of your head. You could taste yourself on him, a pleasant tang that you grew to love whenever he kissed you after going down on you, the shame long gone about it. “You doing okay?” he murmured between kisses, lips trailing down your chin and across the length of your jaw.

“Green,” you managed to whisper, suddenly needy for him again, now he was finally on top of you. You craved him; you craved the fullness of his cock deep inside you, knowing it’d send you toppling over the edge again. During the moments of your comedown he must have got undressed, since you could feel his bare chest against yours, causing the rope to rub against your skin deliciously with his every movement. “More, please. Need you more, Eds. Fuck me.”

He huffed out a small laugh, now tracing his canines over the soft flesh of your neck, soothing it with his tongue afterwards. “Planning on it, pretty girl. Just gotta check you first, ‘kay?”

You were confused for a second, until he pulled away enough to turn you to your side. You felt his fingers gently pinch the tip of your own, checking for good blood flow. You couldn’t help but smile as you felt it, adoring how even in this moment, he would forgo his own pleasure just in case there was a hint of you being uncomfortable. “Feels fine,” you nodded reassuringly, words ever so slightly slurred. “Can go on for a bit longer.”

You were starting to come back to yourself, though everything was still hazy. Like your mind was replaced with cotton wool, like a fogged up mirror after a hot shower. Placing you back down gently, he smiled as he kissed you again, feeling the expression against your own lips. One of his hands reached between your bodies, and you felt the tip of his cock rub against your slit, eliciting a high pitched keen from you that he gleefully swallowed down as his tongue explored your mouth.

Eddie could be patient, when he wanted to be. And right now? Now, he was pacing you, stretching you out so slowly you thought you would combust. You swore you could feel every vein and ridge of his cock, each thrust stealing the air from your lungs as his lips never left your own. You could hear his soft grunts and whines as a hand comes up to stroke your hair away from your face, his hips setting a slow pace when he finally bottomed out into you.

The fact that this was lovemaking so tender, so stark against your restrained body clad in rope, that made it all the more intense. It’s not like he didn’t have the tendency to be rough with you on other occasions, and as much as you loved it, you were thankful that he chose tonight to worship your body. The bad day you had was so far away, when all you could feel was him, the way he rutted into you so carefully, as if you were made of fine china. The hand that tucked away the errant hairs came down to explore you, brush against your pebbled nipples, one after the other, trailing down your stomach and to where of you both met. Circling around your sensitive clit and made your cries even louder. You knew you weren’t gonna last long.

“M’close,” you managed to puff out, wriggling as much as your prone position afforded you to fuck back against him, the urge to come again starting to balloon inside you, until it was all you wanted.

“Me too,” he replied through gritted teeth, pace beginning to get irregular and more frantic as his hand settled on your hip for leverage. “Come with me baby, ‘kay? Can feel you getting so tight, shit.”

All that could be heard were your mixed sounds of pleasure; his grunts and low moans, your high keens and mewls as you tightened around him, walls pulsing and milking him for all that you could. You felt him twitch inside you, the tightening of his jaw the indicator that he was finally there. He spilled into you for what felt like hours, hips still rutting into you as if to push his cum as deep into you as you possibly could, and you loved the sensation of it. He finally slumped after the last few groans, resting his forehead on yours as he panted hard to catch his breath. You were doing the same, and you loved how you seemed to be breathing in tandem. His exhale to your inhale, and vice versa. Sharing air in a way that felt so intimate, making your head spin as you started to finally come down.

You both lay there what felt like an age, until the ache of your joints finally started to seep in, reality hitting you that you’d been in the same position for a while. Eddie must have picked up on your squirming, pressing one last kiss to your temple before slowly pulling out of you. You gently whined at the loss, and he smiled at it, giving you an apologetic look as he kneeled in between your legs and started to untie them. “You back to Earth yet, space cadet?” he asked you, the little quip making you giggle.

“Getting there,” you nodded, slightly hissing as he ever so gently started to ease your left leg straight, discomfort shooting through your muscles as he did so.

“I know baby,” he murmured, soothing you as he gently massaged your thighs and calves to get the blood flow back to them. “Sorry, should’a thought to let your legs go before I fucked you.”

“I’m glad you didn’t,” you smiled, looking down at him as he worked on the other leg. “Was really fuckin’ hot being fucked like that.”

“God, it really was,” he wistfully sighed, taking a second to marvel at the indents that the rope left on your skin. Tracing his calloused fingertips over them, the motion making you bite your bottom lip and let out a soft moan at how good it felt. “Take it you wouldn’t mind doing this tie combination again?”

“Would I mind,” you scoffed, a playfulness coming back to you as you nudged his waist with your ankle. “If you make me come like that again, you can do it whenever you want.”

“Noted,” he smirked, tossing you a wink as he reached forward to carefully take hold of your shoulders. “Gonna help you sit up, if that’s okay?”

You nodded, allowing him to guide you until you were sitting as he settled you on his chest. You perched your head onto his shoulder, breathing in the scent of his cologne and a smell that could only be described as Eddie as you nuzzled into his neck. “Y’ smell good,” you mumbled into the skin.

You felt his laugh rumble though his chest against yours more than you heard it. “I probably smell like nothing but sweat at this point, sweetheart,” he answered, carefully letting your arms fall to your sides as he took care in massaging them like he had done your legs. “Been at work all day and just came so hard I think I saw God for a minute. Need a shower after all that.”

“Noooo,” you whined, wrapping your arms around his neck now they were finally free, hating the idea of him leaving your embrace. “Shower later. Cuddles first.”

Though it surely made his task more difficult, he didn’t make you separate from him as he uncoiled the rest of the harness around your chest, shushing you gently as he carefully pulled the beginning knot from around your middle. “M’ not goin’ anywhere yet, sweetheart. Cuddles first, promise.”

That appeased you enough, letting your eyes close as you felt yourself be gently moved until you were laying down, your head on his chest and hearing his heartbeat begin to slow to a normal pace. He only shifted you one more time, so he could pull the blankets up over you, making sure you were tucked in and warm enough as he kissed the crown of your head. “Did so well f’ me, angel. Such a good girl.”

Your only answer was a small hum of acknowledgement, sleep starting to pull at your mind as you began to drift away. You were so cosy, and so warm and felt so loved. You could barely remember what had led you here, to this moment. All you knew was that before, you were having a bad day. Now, you were finally so relaxed that you couldn’t find it within yourself to move.

“You fallin’ asleep on me baby?” Eddie whispered, sounding amused as he stroked soothing patterns up and down your spine, the motion aiding you in drifting off.

You vaguely remember nodding, before you finally dozed off. And you could remember him saying something about a shower, but you were too blissed out to worry about that. Knowing Eddie, he’d probably wake you up in a while to clean you up and get you changed into fresh pyjamas. But right now, all you wanted was him. To feel him so close to you, and to feel protected and cherished in his arms.

And you felt exactly that.

[r0-boat]

Hmm... What about yandere Tarzan Ingo, or just feral yandere Submas in general. You are the cutest other human They've ever seen. They need you. They want to take you back to their home in the forest and the mountains and keep you away from those weak, pathetic humans of your village who could never care for you like they can... Just a thot :>

I watched two Disney movies for this and I'm going to watch the series I'm going to fucking put my whole entire Crush on Tarzan and throw it on these two.

Y'all are going to get a mix of head cannons and scenarios for this one.

Yandere Tarzan! Ingo and Emmet

Grab some snacks this is going to be a long read

Cw:smut, yandere, pred/prey

there is a non-con part in it but I will just cut it off so you don't have to look

Your meeting would be slightly different. For one thing Ingo and Emmet would hate humans or prefer their wild families more, but you oh you if they were ever even remotely curious about their own kind they would only ever go to you to explore their Curiosities.

You know how to handle yourself on your excursions but to them you are still but a Starly in a world of hungry Bravery.

🌹🌹🌹

Instead of meeting ingo first, you would probably meet Emmet first. When you caught one of his little sister's a blue Zorua while she was yipping in pain from a sprained paw.

🌹🌹🌹

Emmet has seen what humans do, nothing but malice filled his heart when he watched you take his sister from him. But you should thank him the things he will do to you will be far better than what his pack will do.

When he prepared his hands and vocal cords to trick you. To lure you away from her before striking, but Emmet stopped when he heard his sister not yelping in pain but yipping and purring. There you were giving his sister berries and rapping her paw and bandages. Sliced medical leaks and Oran Berries around the two of you. As you scribble funny things with a stick onto some kind of weird thing.

He watched you for a while and when you were done you just let her go.

Emmet is not a Zoroark he doesn't hate you even though he wishes he was so he could. He thinks that was the first time humans ever peaked his interest other than the time his mother showed him what species he really was.

He's been thinking about leaving his pack for a while he's not stupid as much as his pack tries to treat him as one of their own he knows what he is but he'll be damned if he goes back to that cursed settlement.

He sees how you're treated you're just like him never going to truly fit in. you look happy but he knows it's all lies. As much as he wanted to he could never survive by himself and the way you took care of his sisters made him swoon, you would be such a good mate.

Ingo has been alone his entire life, so much so that being with other people especially people he doesn't know much about or at all really makes him uncomfortable.

Sneazler maybe solitary but he is not a sneazler. And loneliness very much eats away at him. Sometimes he watches the people who worship his mother not in hopes to join them.... just to feel that companionship, he has his mother yes and his mother will always tell him that but it's not the same.

One morning he stayed a little too far from the mountains of Coronet Heights. That's when he saw it a human covered in scratches running they looked... terrified they keep looking over their shoulder. Was something chasing them? The scratches look deep, they were bleeding and poor thing must have been running for hours.

Exhausted the human collapsed in the snow. You would die without him he had to take you in you are called and weak, and shaking.

He looked through the something that you are carrying it held Lots of berries and leeks. He worked hard making makeshift bandages soaking your ripped cloth in the medical leak juices he would snap and squeeze to wrap around your leg.

Snap and cut the dead Twigs before sawing them down with his trusty bone knife. Your leg was broken, he knew from experience when he was a child trying to climb the tallest mountain just approved his sneasle friends. He can't help but chuckle to himself now what a stupid idea even if a sneasle. Oh his mother yowled at him for hours before teaching him how humans fixed they're broken limbs.

When you woke up and saw him, you looked, terrified, as if you saw the ghostly shadow of a Zoroark. Before calming down when you realized that he fixed your leg. "T-thank you?" Your voice shook, scooting away from Ingo.

You had to stay with him your leg was broken you were weak the scratches an from your captor still healing and you didn't know where you were. This man, his face haunts you, but he was good company. Whatever the fuck was happening you're sure your professor would not only be flabbergasted, but absolutely in awe at your story.

The lack of communication was awkward, you are sending mixed signals to this man who took you in, but you're sure it's nothing. With nothing to do you were curious so you might have run your hands through his hair or touched and felt his cold calloused hands mumbling to yourself about how a human could not only survive in the wild for their entire life, but also be raised by Pokémon.

Oh yeah Professor laventon was going to flip

Ingo is not a Sneazler and being alone for most of his young adult life was doing a lot more than he anticipated, he flinched when you first touched him. Like something in his heart finally calmed, receiving something he had been secretly yearning. He realized he could never ever live on his own forever as much as his cousins and Friends adored him they admit he is a little clingy, and stop seeing him.

When he woke up that morning to see his nest empty and your stick brace off and abandoned on the floor. He did not take it too well the thoughts of going back to an empty echoing cave made him lose it he can't go back to those years again.

You couldn't have gone far the cave he kept you in wasn't his normal cave there was nowhere for you to run and he could easily see you the hills were steep for any human to try to climb but not too steep for him.

And the only way for you to truly go was through the cave system...

He stalked through the cave gently making his way quickly to find you.

Please don't leave him it's unsafe no human can survive the icy blizzard of the Ice lands please come back to him where it's warm and safe....

He quieted his breathing so he could hear you you're allowed footsteps echoing through the cold rock and ice, but there was something else, something snarling and panting, in desperation in hunger and anger

The dark tunnels and the echoing sounds of something stalking you in the Darkness made you grit your teeth you had to keep going. You've been in the wild for weeks, you miss your warm bed and Pokemon, That Beast cracked the catching contraptions and released all of your newly caught Pokemon.

Noncon part

You heard snarling and growling you made the mistake and turning your head to see him your Captor pounce and bring you to the ground. That smile will haunt you for the rest of your life that crazed smile.

Emmet gripped your shoulders as he held you down on the icy floor.

Finally.... he has been tracking you for days... Days.

How dare you escape his den when he was sleeping he's done nothing but love and care for you.

He grabs your chin forcing you to tilt to the side as he rolls you over to check your trapezius... his mating bite is faded... Oh well, he could always give you more and he won't be gentle, considerate your punishment for escaping...

Even his hand over your mouth your screams echoed through the caves. Fuck even your screams in pain were so cute, so intoxicating he couldn't help but grind his crotch against yours as he digs his teeth deeper in your skin. Fuck you are so tantalizing and tempting he could mate with you right here, and make you his for the first time.

Ingo's heart jumped out of his chest when he heard you screaming you weren't too far and when he saw what looked to be a Pokemon over you hurting you, he saw red.

He grabbed your attacker and with all his strength ripped him off of you throwing him to the wall.

He held you to his chest. Well his attacker let a chilling noise a Gowl that could only be from a zoroark's throat.

Ingo hissed gently placing you a side before standing up he didn't have sneazler claws but he did have sharpened bone and makeshift claws just for defense.

But when he saw the attacker's face he immediately dropped his weapons....

The attacker was the same the growl immediately dying from his throat.....

You watched from the sidelines to shaken up to move, as your attacker and you're protector approached one another slowly.

It was like looking in a mirror something felt familiar and he wasn't sure if it was because he seen his reflection or something else.

All these years they wished somebody was like them but not the same humans that they encounter... it was like everything made sense now.

Their hands were the same their faces were the same the ice wall next to them showed the reflection but they were standing right next to each other.

During whatever reunion this was you tried to crawl and sneak away only to catch their attention immediately.

They looked at you then at each other.

Whatever it was they were thinking about, you were not liking....

[evita-shelby]

Incantatrice

chapter 9

CW:smut🔞

“Are you sure?” In a twist of fate, it’s Eva asking him as he mentally prepares to make her his in the only way that matters.

“The things you do to me, maga.” He says and oh so carefully enters her.

Eva has done some of this before, with Antonia, but never anything like this and despite how wonderfully he prepared her for this, it still brings some pain and discomfort.

He praises her, tells her how good she feels, how beautiful she looks impaled by his cock.

He is careful not to hurt her and she is careful not to hurt him, and she thinks she’s never felt this before.

He is a wonderful man, and for a moment her worries about him turning against her don’t feel real. She’s just being paranoid; Luca would never do anything to hurt her.

She loves him, she thinks, loves him in a way she has almost no doubts about it.

“I love you.” She says once she’s recuperated her ability do more than just make pleasured sounds and saying his name.

The witch is too lost in the high of her orgasm that for a moment she isn’t afraid of rejection.

“I know, Evuccia, I know.” He groans into her shoulder.

And for a moment, everything in her life is perfect.

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“How old were you when you went to war?” He asks as they lay there in a tangle of limbs in his, no, their bed.

She likes being held, likes feeling the warmth and presence of a human being who makes her feel loved and safe.

Anchors her to the present she thinks.

Probably why she took her break ups so badly, suddenly the person who tethered her to the world of the living was gone.

Eva doesn’t know what she’ll do if Luca ever tires of her or leaves her like everyone else has.

“Hmn?” She is too relaxed, too lost in the notion that soon this will be how she sleeps every night and wakes up every morning.

“How old were you when you joined Pancho Villa’s army?” he asks again, and she wished he’d never brought it up.

War is a beast, a beast that is never satisfied until both sides just give up and go home.

“17, there were younger kids there. There was a boy of 13 who joined because he didn’t know any other way to help his mother.” She was a kid, a stupid kid who just didn’t want to be left behind by the family she had left.

Mario had been so scrawny and short they used him as a messenger and a scout. An unassuming boy who looked like all the boys in Mexico.

He died when a snake bit him as he and the other boys with him hid from Huerta’s army.

He had only been a day short of fourteen.

Eva hates talking about her past, hates how melancholy just comes and sinks its talons into her with just a few words.

“Why do you ask?” she is curious as to why he’d dredge up things she wishes to leave in her past and forget they happened.

“Something didn’t add up, I assumed you had been older when you joined.” He answers kissing ever so lovingly the scars on her left hand, so many cuts, but the worst one was where the bullet grazed her skin.

“You’ve suffered so much; I won’t let you suffer again.” He promised and kissed her hand again, and then her wrist and then all the way up her arm until he reached her lips again.

Eva wonders if Pygmalion worshiped Galatea like this after Aphrodite made her human.

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“So,” Izzy wiggled his eyebrows ---reminding Eva that she needs more female friends--- “was my theory right?”

Eva blushed but only nodded. She had seen many cocks, but she supposed she could see better ones and she will still be biased in Luca’s favor.

“Did you make sure he pulled out?” he asks and Eva froze.

Sure there was only a couple of weeks left for the wedding, but there were limits on how strange and ahead of the times they were allowed to be.

Couldn’t be openly queer yet, couldn’t have it known the ladies can and will be sexually active before matrimony, and most of all, not get knocked up before the wedding.

And Eva had been too lost in the her pleasure as they fucked that she didn’t tell Luca not to finish inside her.

She might as well be pregnant, her family is notoriously fertile.

Patricio will kill her.

“I’ll be married in less than a month, Israel. What’s the worse that could happen?” she is tempting fate and she knows it.

Something bad will happen, she knows it in her bones.