#do not ask me how long it took to draw that stupid snake head

[nogetron]

Lilith, a vile demoness of lust, said to be responsible for miscarriages and infant mortality. In some Kabbalist traditions, Lilith is the head and mother of the lilim, a clan of demons who, like succubi, forcefully seduce men. The origin of Lilith varies from telling to telling, in some she’s the corrupted female half of Adam, in others she’s simply another dark spirit, the most popular of these however is that she was the original woman created alongside Adam. In Kabbalist tradition all of these origins converge on Lilith’s assault on Adam, who she forces herself on. Because of this she’s kicked out of Eden and punished by God, in some versions she becomes the serpent who tempts Adam and Eve as revenge while in others she’s only connected to the snake. In some Kabbalist beliefs after the death of his son Able, Adam separates himself from Eve and exiles himself in grief. During this period of weakness for Adam, Lilith captured him and once again forced herself onto him repeatedly, from this violation of Adam Lilith gave birth to the Lilim.

Lilith is mentioned only once in the Bible within a single section, in which the actual significance of her is unclear, though it’s believed it was meant to illustrate her as a minor night spirit. The story of Lilith circulated in modern times comes from the alphabet of Ben Sira, in which after being assaulted by Adam Lilith runs away and is punished by God for disobeying Adam. This story and the alphabet of Ben Sira as a whole has been condemned by a vast majority of both traditional rabbis and Kabbalists. Modern day researcher have concluded that the alphabet wasn’t written by Jewish followers, but instead was written as an antisemitic piece of literature, this would explain the radical and unprecedented switch in roles that occurred within it that contradicts the original beliefs. Lilith originates within Mesopotamian mythology, she was heavily associated with the goddess inanna and might be derived from lamashtu.

[iamsherlocked1479]

Coffee

Doctor Strange x fem reader

DeScription: A morning where only you get to finish before Stephen heads off to work? well thats just unfair.

Warnings: semi/kind off in public, risk of being caught, oral male and female recieving, masturbation.

Word Count: 3K

Mornings in the sanctum where probably your favourite part of the day, you loved waking up with the city, the sound of cars and passerbys drifting into your window along with the sunlight where it would illuminate the man laying next to you, you would yawn and rest your head on his chest and fall back to sleep until his alarm woke you up.

Stephen woke up first, as usual, he looked down, and like always there you were, sleeping soundly with your arm draped over his chest. But a recent development was the ring on  your finger, after five long years he’d finally realised you were putting up with him for life, he had planned it for years and after wong eagerly agreed to watch the sanctum while he took you away for the weekend he finally knelt on one knee and asked you. It always made him laugh when he thought of that night, how you had said yes before he could even complete the sentence, how you spent the rest of the evening admiring the ring and what he enjoyed reminiscing on the most was how he fucked you that night. Slowly and delicately drawing out each orgasm repeatedly kissing you every time you tried to return the favour to him allowing him to make you cry out his name more and more, that sent a twitch to his cock every time he thought about it.

“Stephen?” You finally stirred muttering his name as you came around

“Good morning” he said with a smile, kissing your forehead.

“What time is it?” you asked sitting up with him

“It’s 7am.” he replied, materialising coffee out of nowhere. Before he met you Stephen wouldn't need to get up until around 8am as it didn't take him long to get ready, but now he had you, well that left his options more open in the mornings.

“I bought you a coffee machine for no reason.” you rolled your eyes and sipping the coffee without acknowledging how good it was

“It's in my office.” he replied with a dumb smile

“You're expecting me to believe that when you’re not irritating wong, you'd walk the three steps from your desk to the machine?” you rolled your eyes with a laugh

“I don’t irritate Wong, people love my company?” he said seriously and you just stared at him “you do.” he added

“That's different.” you argued back

“Are you just using me for my body?! How could you?” he jokingly gasps

“If I remember correctly you came onto me.” your replied

“I have, many times.” he added with that same stupid dumb smirk

“Shut up.” you put your mug down and straddle him

“That's my phrase.” he replied flipping you both so that he caged you under him as he planted kisses on your neck

“Stephen,” you laugh, “you have to get ready for work, and so do i.” you say making no effort to stop him

“I am” he says as his kisses move down to your nipple and sucking on it while his hand works on the other.

“You know” you interrupt yourself with a moan “I have to get up too” you say snaking your hand through his hair encouraging him

“Then I'll make this quick.” he said, trailing kisses lower and removing your panties with a click of his fingers. He smiled as you whimpered when he ran two fingers through your wet folds gathering the slick around your clit. He drew circles around it and held your thighs apart as he placed his head between them and swapped out his fingers for his tongue. He licked small stripe from your entrance to your clit before switch to just fucking you with his tongue moaning with you, the vibrations of his deep voice only adding to the pleasure

“Steph- fuck, yes, fuck.” you cried out, your hands lifting over your head and clamping around your pillows as you tried to contain yourself. The room now switched from the soft morning noise to the sound of him sucking and you moaning, thankgod you two were the only ones in the sanctum. 

You felt an all too familiar sensation  building in the pit of your stomach as waves of it began to make its way down to you twitching clit, which Stephens nose was now histting as he thrusted his tongue into your dripping hole. Your eyes widened as even with his tongue he was able to draw out pornographic sounds from you. He switched again, circling your clit with his tongue and repeatedly sliding his middle and ring finger in and out of you curling at just the right spot to drag along your walls. His skill sent shivers down your spine right through your nervous system right back to your clit which began to pulse.

“Fuck you gonna come for me sweatheart?” he said taking a moment to look at the way you grabbed at anything to keep yourself fixated on his touch before diving right back in flicking his tongue against your clit.

“Oh- oh fuck Stephen” his arms held your thighs apart as they clamped with your orgasm, it was long coming in waves each time he licked a stipe on you aching pussy.

“Now that's the breakfast I���m happy to wake up for”  He grinned and kissed your clit one more time as he watched you come down from your high. You were speechless head in between the two pillows, your chest rising and falling with every deep breath you took.

“Fuck” you breathed out sitting up on your elbows watching as he got up from his bed casually licking his fingers like they where covered in honey. You crawled towards the edge of the bed and tugged at the waistband of his sweatpants.

“Sorry sweetheart, you’ll have to wait, i gotta get to Kamar Taj,” he said as he walked in the bathroom to take a shower. 

You sat there defeated on the bed, you really loved him, most men would’ve jumped straight at the offer to sort out their hard on, but he really was just in it for pleasing you, and it fucking sucked, he didn’t understand he that you got off on him getting off on you. 

You pouted as he came out the shower dressed in his robes with his cape sitting comfortably on his shoulders.

“Aww don’t miss my cock too much, you’ll get it when I'm home.” he lifted your chin with his finger and planted a soft kiss on your forehead. Before opening a portal and disappearing.

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Once he reached the sanctum Stephen let out a large sigh, his hard on just wouldn’t go away but he took his work very seriously, so now as he sat at his desk concentrating way to hard on a book about some relic he didn’t care about his eyes flickered to that dam coffee machine you bought him and instantly thought of you.

 And just a simple thought was enough, an uncomfortable twitch brought his cock to life and he couldn’t help but palm himself through his robes. He couldn’t help flicking his finger ensuring his door was locked before prying out his cock blushing as precum dripped eagerly from his tip over a mere thought of having you in his hands, just like he was some dumb horny teen. He closed his eyes with a sigh as he finally began to relieve himself, stroking slowly as he thought of how you had tasted this morning, or how the night before you had ridden him so well. He thought of palming your tits and nibbling on your nipples before laying you down and fucking every last orgasm out of you. His hand began stroking up his length even quicker as he thought of how you’d beg nim to go deeper muffling your moans with his pillow on the off chance that wong was in the sanctum. And right as he imagined you coming he came into his hand, grunting as he watch the white liquid seep between the gaps of his fingers. He cleaned the mess up with a snap of his fingers and continued his day as normal, like he hadn't just jerked himself off at the mere glance of a coffee machine, the mind is always a strange thing.

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It was lunch time when you had finished your chores, you had taken time off from work to relax but found yourself bored within the first two hours of every day, you could try to clean the sanctum but with all these ancient relics and herbs it was probably best to avoid that. You thought about visiting Stephen but in reality you had no way to get to him, he’s yet to teach you how to open a portal. So you wandered the halls, trying to read the books in the library before eventually settling into stephens arm chair to endlessly scroll tik tok getting dragged into the recent curiosity of a new hero the internet had dubbed “Night Light” not the best of names but you never really where one for naming heroes.

After an hour or so you couldn’t help but think about how Stephen had left this morning, wondering if he had managed to hide his very obvious hard-on he left with. Your core clenched at the very thought of him in that way, your thoughts were interrupted by Wong who opened a portal into the library.

“Hey wong.” you smiled “searching for a book?”

“Yes, on astral projection, I don’t suppose you’ve seen it?” he said, climbing onto a step ladder.

“Uh, no.” You looked at the golden portal which remained open and you could see the familiar halls of kamar-taj, you could feel a pool of wetness forming in  your panties at the thought that Stephen was there, p[ossibly still with that hard on. “Whats stephen doing?” you ask nonchalantly

“In his office I believe.” Wong replied, you quirked your eyebrow and tentatively stepped through the open portal leading to the courtyard of Kamartaj where you followed the only route you knew to Stephen's office.

Stephen was reading when you knocked on his door, he jumped slightly as if whoever knocked on his door knew what he had done, he began thinking of excuses like some caught teenager until he sighed in relief when you opened the door.

“What are you doing here?” he said with a smile, as you closed the door behind you, locking it and wandered to the front of his desk

“Well I was bored.” you sighed as he came round to hug you

“You? Bored?” he smiled wrapping his arms around your waist

“Yeah, I'm regretting taking so long off work.”

“A week is too much?” he laughed

“Well you were supposed to be off too.” you added with a kiss gto his cheek

“Ouch” he laughed, “so what do you think I could possibly offer you here?”

“Hmmm” you played with the clasp holding his cloak onto his shoulders while you playfully looked around the room. “Well, if I remember the events of this morning correctly, I owe you something.” You say giving him puppy dog eyes. 

“I told you it was fine.” He chuckled tucking a strand of hair behind your ear

“But not for me” you lean in and press kisses against his neck.

“Honey, not in my office.” He groaned as your lips glided to his pulse point.

“Why not?” You smiled and unclipped his cloak which swiftly flew out the window.

“What if someone were to walk in?” He chuckled

“I locked the door.” You started dropping to your knees and tieing up your hair, before moving your hands to his belt.

“Sweetheart-“ he cut himself off with a soft moan as you palmed his half hard cock through his trousers.

“I’ve been thinking about your cock all morning.” You bit your lip as you pulled down his underwear and trousers exposing him. You jerked him a few times before licking his tip and tasting the salty precum dripping from him.

“Fuck.” He moaned as his gently placed his hand on the back of your hand while resting the other on his desk. He watched as you sunk your head down, swallowing his length slowly, before swiftly pulling up and releasing him with a pop. You kept eye contact as you did this again and again picking up you pace each time until his fingers laced through your hair and messing it up while he tried his best not to fuck your mouth. He groaned loudly, his head falling backwards as you removed him from your mouth and jerked him as you sucked on his balls. “Always know how to treat me sweetheart” he sighed.

You hummed in agreement as you puth the head of his cock into your mouth and swirl your tongue around it, drinking up every ounce of precum, he moaned and pulled your head away and lifted your chin.

“Let me fuck that pussy.” He said lifting you up and swiping the books off his desk, sending them tumbling to the floor. His mouth crashed with yours as his hand slipped up your thigh and pushed your panties to the side where he sunk his fingers into the warm mess waiting for me.

“Fuck, you’re soaked, i want another taste before i ruin it.” He whispered and dropped to his knees and parted his legs “we won't be needing these now will we?” He said tossing your panties somewhere across the room.

He knelt between your legs and dipped his head under your skirt, you felt his tongue flick up your folds and circle your clit before he latched onto it and began to suckle. His hands gripped your thighs firmly allowing him to keep them apart while he feasted on you.

“Shit steph-“ you winced in overstimulation as he added three fingers to the mix, curling them as he pushed them further. He groaned and grumbled every time your body twitched and hips jerked. He wasn’t stopping until you came, no matter how much we wanted to fuck you. You dug your nails into the oak of his desk looking up to the ceiling as you begin to see stars before being lifted into another dimension drenching his office floor. 

“Easy sweetheart, can’t have you dripping through the floors can we?” He chuckled, drinking up the remaining juices from your cunt before standing up to kiss you. You could taste yourself on his tongue as you pushed your hips forward allowing him to run his tip through your slit, he stopped at your hole and eased himself in, groaning as he finally found the sensation he’d been craving all morning.

He pushed into you slowly and steadily, you buried your head in the crook of his neck moaning at the unbearably slow pace he was going at.

“Please Stephen, want more.” You begged and he smiled

“You want it bad don’t you? You don't care where we are?” He smiled and griped your arse bunching up your shirt as he pulled himself deeper into you, the legs of his desk squealed across the floor as his motions caused it to slide back slightly. 

He was fucking you hard and desperately, you squinted as you felt him hitting that spot deep inside you, feeling as the curve of his cock scraped along your walls just perfectly. Causing another orgasm to build up. Your girl tightened around his biceps and he sucked on your neck in response making sure to leave a purple mark.

“You're gonna come sweetheart, give me another one.” He purred, snaking a hand up your top to play with a nipple.

You did as he asked and clenched your legs around his waist as your body released a wave of pleasure that slowly made its way through each and every nerve ending in your body.

“Stephen!” You cried out your body slumping into his, he had you now, you let him do whatever be needed to chase his own release and he did. He stood you up and spun you round and entered your cunt from behind. He pushed down on your mid back as he rutted into you, groaning and cursing every time you clenched. Your mind was blank, all you could focus on was the sensation of his cock sliding in and out of you, the perfect fit.

“Fuck, this cunt was made for me. I can’t belive i left you without filling it this morning, fuck sweetheart.” he gave your rear a firm slap while pinching the fat. “Wanna feel me cum in you?” he asked, speeding up, his cock began to twitch with your words.

“Yes” you crowd out

“Wanna hear it darling.” he said through stuttered moans

“Fuck yes stephen, want you to cum in me, wanna see how deep you can get it, fuck.” you moaned gripping the edge of the desk as he spilled himself into you, you could feel the pulsing of his cock as he groaned letting his body drop onto yours as he kissed your back.

“There, now I can start my day,” he said breathlessly. He lifted himself up your skin sticking to his slightly with sweat and pulled himself from you smiling as he watched his work drip from you. He snapped his fingers and the room was back to normal, and your clothes fitting you neatly. He walked over to you and planted a soft kiss on your lips.

“Uh stephen?” you broke the silence

“Yes?” he smiled innocently.

“You didn't give me my underwear.” you rolled your eyes as he dangled them in front of you.

“I much prefer you without, besides can't I have something to remind me of my finances visit?” he smiled as he put the scrunched underwear in his desk drawer.

“You know I have a draw full of them at home right?” you sat on the edge of his desk and watched as he walked to the otherside of the room

“So you won’t miss those” He walked over to the silver coffee machine in the corner of the room “cappuccino?” he pulled that dumb smirk that made you fall in love with him

“So you do use it” you laughed

“occasionally.”

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A/N: okay so technically im still calling it valentines day, its only 5 minutes late (Bite me) writing has been slow for me lately and im not really complaing because I'm really happy with this one. <3

If theres typos im so sorry

[undyingghoul]

@iamthecomet Tumblr is stupid and not showing my ask box to you so i will do it this way instead!! I've got PLANS for this heheheh. This got away from me and is pretty much a fic now, whoopsie... Usage of the term "daddy" in this as well

It was normal for the ghouls and ghoulettes to sometimes venture off on their own little adventure while waiting for the next tour to start. Some went back to previous places they played shows at and some went somewhere entirely new and different. They didn't stay gone long and always kept updates for everyone. This time it was Mountain who took a little trip. Phantom wasn't happy about it. "Please stay Mounty, please!" Phantom begged on his knees at Mountain's feet. Mountain looked down at the quintessence ghoul and sighed with a small smile. "I'll only be gone for four days my celestial star. I promise to text you, call you, and video call you every day," Mountain paused as a small smirk spread across his face. "And get up off your knees, too. You know what that position is reserved for." Phantom blushed furiously and scrambled to his feet, huffing a breath as his tail shivered. Mountain hummed. "Good boy, Phantom," He praised and Phantom only nodded. "My train leaves soon. Give Daddy and hug and kiss goodbye?" The quintessence ghoul hugged the earth ghoul before him tightly and pressed a kiss to his lips, feeling Mountain's arms snake around him and pull him closer into the kiss. They held each other for a few more moments until Mountain had to pull away, grab his bags, say his final goodbye for the next four days, and leave Phantom standing in his spot. Mountain and Phantom texted, called, and video-called every single day Mountain was gone. They talked about Mountain's trip, things at the ministry, new foods Mountain had tried, how Phantom accidentally snapped a string on his rhythm guitar, and other things that they could think of. On the fourth day and final day of Mountain's trip though, things went a bit further. Phantom was in the middle of trying a new toy he'd gotten when Mountain called him. He'd completely forgotten about the call he planned with Mountain and wasn't about to leave him hanging either. Turning the intensity down on the toy, he quickly answered the call and propped his phone up in a way so only his head could be seen. "There's my handsome boy," Mountain greeted happily. Phantom smiled wide and ignored the feeling of his cock twitching at the compliment. "Hi Mounty!" Phantom responded, bringing up a hand to wave before letting it drop without care. He wished he cared though when he felt the vibrations of his toy grow stronger and a small whimper left him.

Mountain's head cocked to the side. Phantom knew his whimper was heard. The look from Mountain said it all. "Everything okay?" Mountain asked. Phantom cursed in his head. He knew this maneuver. "Yeah! Yeah. Things are good here!" Phantom answered quickly. A little too quickly. Phantom was a goner at this point and he knew it. "Let me hear you make that sound again." Phantom's eyes locked with Mountain's on the screen. A whimper left him on instinct and he watched Mountain's mouth curl up into a smirk. "Good boy." Phantom moved his phone a bit so Mountain could see him fully and Mountain sighed heavily, a small growl leaving him. "That the toy I gave you, buttercup?" Mountain asked. "Yes, daddy..." Phantom replied, a small moan leaving him after. "I bet you're real close right now, Phantom." Phantom nodded, shifting in his spot a little bit. "Such a good boy. You're doing so good my darling." A ragged whimper spilled from Phantom's mouth and Mountain growled lowly. "Let me hear you make that again." Phantom nodded and adjusted the toy a bit, drawing a louder moan from him once it hit a sweet spot. "You're so close Phantom. I know you are. You've got my permission to cum, baby boy. Cum for daddy," Mountain encouraged gently. Phantom grabbed a pillow and squeezed it to his chest as he turned the toy to its highest setting. Tears welled in his eyes and quickly spilled down his cheeks as a series of moans and whimpers poured from his mouth as his orgasm crashed over him. He curled in on himself a bit and let out a pleasure-filled sob, thanking Mountain profusely as he cried from pleasure. Mountain guided Phantom through it with his words until the toy was turned off and set aside. Phantom took a few breaths as he came down from his high, listening to Mountain's gentle praises and words as he fixed his bed how he liked it so he could lay down. He pulled the blankets over him and moved his phone so Mountain could still see him. The pair talked for a little bit after that until Mountain had to turn in for the night, but not before Mountain promised that when he got back tomorrow he'd spend the entire day with Phantom. A few minutes later, there was a gentle knock on the door. "Come in," Phantom answered. The door opened and shut as quickly as it had been opened before he felt someone crawl in next to him. "Hi, Dew. Mountain sent you?" Dewdrop chuckled. "Yeah, he did. Just to make sure you would be okay and that you weren't alone." Phantom hummed softly. "Get some rest now, I'll be here all night, Phantom."

[melloniley]

Preparing for the Easter (Cielinny fanfic: Ciel Phantomhive x Finny)

(english isn't my native language, so please forgive me for any mistakes ^^ was inspired by the art of @i-n-e-a https://64.media.tumblr.com/b1bb86480d0213312610b8988f514840/5f53b9176a293aee-0d/s2048x3072/405a756083becc05e0777f2cca45c47697c2e350.jpg) Rated: PG-13

The kitchen was in complete chaos, screaming and noise. Basically, nothing new for the servants of the Phantomhive’s family. Bard again ruined the pie, for which Sebastian had already reprimanded him, Mey-Lin broke expensive wine glasses. And only Snake and Finnian were calmly busy painting eggs for the holiday of Easter. It seemed that there was no end to this chaos. Ciel was already used to the fact that his house was sometimes noisy, although he did not like too loud noises. However, it was precisely these sounds that instilled a kind of homely warmth that made one feel calm. But not for Sebastian. Perhaps he was already tired of all this, since over and over again he tried to push it into the servants’ heads to be more careful and attentive. The young master decided to check what the younger servants were doing so painstakingly.

While Finny was stubbornly trying to color the eggs, he didn’t even notice how the earl sat down next to him. Snake did it much better because of his long and neat fingers, like a pianist. And Finnian... it took him a lot of effort not to break another egg. However, even this has already begun to crack. This was starting to get a little annoying. Ciel watched this picture for some time, periodically looking at the expression on the blonde’s face. Maximum concentration and slight irritation. “Beautiful...” - a teenager would think. Perhaps this is so, but he’ll never admit it out loud.

Ciel began to notice the makings of feelings for his gardener even while he was caring about him in Sieglinde's castle. Perhaps Ciel missed those very tight hugs and someone else's warmth that Sebastian couldn’t give. And hugging a creature that literally wants to devour you didn’t bring much pleasure. In appearance, the brunette may seem strict and cold, but he still remains that boy with a lack of care and love. The attention from Lizzie was too intrusive and impudent. It was as if she was mentally screaming: “Here I am, only yours, you shouldn’t need anyone else.” In fact, this is how it should be, because she’s the future bride of the young master. The choice for Ciel had already been made a long time ago, which he disliked catastrophically. And Finny is like a small ray of light in this darkness of depressing events. Yes, he’s quite naive and sometimes stupid. But this is the purest soul among all the masked demons. Ciel comes out of his thoughts and notices that the gardener has broken another egg. Taking a deep breath, the boy leaned his head on his hand.

“Finny, do you need any help?” bocchan asked unexpectedly for the blond boy, causing him to flinch. “You’ve already broken the third egg; it seems to me that you need help to leave at least something for Easter.”

“Ah? Young master?!” boy perked up and immediately straightened up. “Sorry, I didn’t notice you. I was passionate about painting Easter eggs... And yeah, I'm not very good at it”

“It’s okay,” the earl laughed lightly. “I see you put a lot of effort into just putting a pattern on an egg. Of course, I can’t imagine how difficult it is for you, but let me hold it and you’ll paint it, okay? At least this way we'll avoid another egg you break”

“Mhm, let's try it. If you think it’ll be easier this way,” Finnian scratched the back of his head and, biting his lip, dipped the brush into the paint again. Ciel sincerely tried to help his servant, as he perfectly understood that the boy gets upset if something doesn’t work out for him. Gardener tried to draw beautiful patterns on the egg, but for some reason it still turned out clumsy and not as beautiful as Snake’s. Sighing, Finny examined the egg from all sides and looked at young master. “How do you like it, bocchan?”

“It’ll do for the first time, let’s do the next one,” Ciel put the painted egg aside and took another. Snake got distracted by the teenagers, looking up from his coloring.

“I think the egg looks strange. As if it fell into a swamp, Oscar said...” he commented, watching gardener and young master.

“Hey! Young master is actually helping me! Don’t meddle with your comments,” blond boy exclaimed and frowned, already applying a pattern of a different color to the egg. Ciel stood up and leaned slightly so that his face was almost above Finny's ear. The earl put his hand on the gardener's hand and squeezed it a little with his fingers to make it more comfortable to hold the brush.

“Look, there’s no need for sudden movements. Since the egg is too small, we’ll draw carefully and slowly,” young master spoke in a measured voice to calm Finnian down a little and give an example of how to draw correctly. The gardener was too stunned by such an action from bocchan that he seemed to have forgotten how to breathe. He was afraid of ruining this moment of sudden intimacy with a person he cared about. But at the same time, he was still able to direct his attention to what Ciel was showing him, although it was difficult to take his eyes off the smooth-looking skin and red lips.

“... And now in the middle of the flower we add yellow to complete our drawing. Like this... Finny, are you listening?” young master turned his head a little to understand that Finnian was watching the movements of his brush.

“Oh, yes... Yes! It turned out just great!” blonde boy beamed, smiling from ear to ear.

“Now try to draw a flower yourself. You can add hearts, stars - whatever your heart desires. I’ll watch you do it,” Ciel sat back on the bench and crossed his legs.

“I’ll try...” Finny bit his lip and, shooting his eyes at the gentleman again, chose paint and dipped his brush into it. He decided to draw the sun and flowers on the grass. Although there’s not enough space for creative thought, he’ll try to draw as beautifully as young master. And Ciel was still watching Finnian carefully. He really tried, because a boy just can’t do anything wrong after he was helped by the young master himself, whom he almost put high up in the sky.

“Here, look at it, young master. I’ve done paint” gardener looked at the gentleman with puppy dog ​​eyes, hoping to hear praise addressed to him.

“You’re making progress, Finny,” Ciel smiled slightly and tucked a lock of hair behind the gardener’s ear. “I hope you can continue without me. I have a French lesson soon, so I’ll have to leave you for a while.”

“Sure! It’s okay...” Finny blushed slightly. Snake followed the young master with his eyes and, looking at the blond, asked:

“How long will you remain silent about your feelings? You can't hide this forever, Emily said”

“Um? You don't understand, Snake, I wasn't even close to the young master... I'm just his servant, the gardener. And he’s an earl...,” the boy drooped and laid his head on the table. “He will never be able to love someone like me...”

“An attempt isn’t a torture. You didn't even try, Wild said” Snake put the basket of eggs aside.

“Maybe I’ll try someday, but not today. I guess I’ve already exhausted my limit of bocchan’s touches for this month,” Snake barely restrained his chuckle.

[skullsnbruises]

It’s finally done… zsibfnsb hhgg

Now I am carefully setting this on a plate for everyone, be kind to my silly fic… I worked hard on it

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Is it Condescending to be so Scared I Might Hurt you?

/title from Song for a Guilt Sadist by Crywank

(2248 words) [Warning: Death, blood, grief]

“Over here Wil!”

The boy pushed through the leaves into the clearing. There Sally stood beside the river, a small excited grin on her lips. Wilbur’s heart fluttered with the sight of her. They were the definition of young love.

Wilbur carefully stepped over to her, leaning down onto his knees so he met her closer to her level. The giant smiled wide, fangs on display, and what warmed his heart further is that she didn’t flinch.

He was used to the other human kids running from him, bullying him, shouting at him and being fearful. He truly never wanted to hurt anyone! But sometimes, Wilbur’s talking voice was too loud for the smaller beings, and the general belief that giants were evil plagued him. Sally, however, never cared about what others thought. She gave him her heart, without hesitation.

She took his pointer finger in her hand, lifting it to her face. Wilbur carefully traced along her cheek, watching her eyes shut softly with pouring trust.

“I love you,” she whispered out.

“I love you, Sally…”

If only they needn’t hide away like this. Giants had only recently been integrated into human society, though humans didn’t exactly welcome him with open arms. It was a tough and awkward process, slowly introducing himself into human life, adopting their customs, and fitting neatly into their demands. Sally and Wilbur knew that the world wasn’t accepting. If Sally’s parents found out about their relationship, they’d be furious, and wouldn’t allow the two to speak ever again. They had a strong hatred for humans. Sally had mentioned something about a bad experience.

“Wilbur,” she spoke quickly, “I wanted to try something.”

He rested his finger on her cheek, tilting his head slowly, “Hm?”

“I found out something cool about giants-“ she rambled, “there’s this whole book I stole from papa about their… ah-nay-toe-me (anatomy)! He had it hidden upstairs, but check it out!” Sally, on cue, slipped her backpack off her arms, flipped her long red curls back, and slid out a book. It was like a journal- not something published. Scribbled on the front was “The Study of Giants.” The author’s name looked faded, but the last name was hardly recognizable as “Jacobs”.

“What is it?” Wilbur asked dumbly. He could guess, but Sally seemed excited to explain.

“It’s a journal! Some guy wrote it, and inside talks about the adventures this guy had with Giants- before they came here and all,” she blinked lovingly, “The coolest part is back here-“ Sally flipped through, notes scrawled across the faded pages along with the occasional doodle or lifelike drawing.

She settled on a page at last, a layout of special Giant anatomy. There were notes about how these organs differentiated from human anatomy. Sally beamed with joy, “Here! See this?” She pointed to a drawing.

“This is called a storage!” She recited, “Giants have this part in them, next to the stomach and intenstines, that allows them to ‘store’ things inside! The author says that Giants can keep their personal items in there, extra food for later, or-“ She glanced up at Wilbur, catching his eyes. He pursed his lips, waiting for her to finish.

“-Or people!”

“…people?” He really felt stupid now, “Why?”

“See!” Sally continued, “Author Jacobs here thinks humans and Giants used to be friends, and that Giants had this organ to keep their human friends safe from things like snakes or something. The Giants had this kinda feeling,” she peered down at the handwriting, “called ‘instincts’, that made them want to protect humans.”

Wilbur adjusted onto his rear, moving his legs gently around into a comfortable sitting position, “…okay?”

“Isn’t that awesome!” She grinned ear to ear.

Wilbur blinked, “y-yeah!”

Sally shook her fists together happily, giggling under her breath, “See, because I knew you’d find it cool! Why don’t more people know about this? And if humans and Giants used to be friends, why can’t we be now?”

Wilbur nodded.

“And so- what I’m asking Wil, would you eat me?”

His jaw dropped to the floor, “E-Excuse me???”

Sally crawled up his lap, sitting on his legs, “Author Jacobs visited Giants in real life, and not too long ago! According to him, Giants have this organ still! That means you can put me in your storage! Wouldn’t that be cool?” Her smile faded slightly, a sense of embarrassment taking over her, “O-oh unless, you don’t want to protect me… I-“

Wilbur cut her off, “No! No, of course I do! I just…” he had to think. This sounded so strange, and it was so sudden. What if something went wrong? How did he even use his storage??

He cringed at the intrusive image of his fangs biting into her weak body.

She held a fistful of his pants, “…It’s okay if you don’t want to,” she offered a tiny smile.

Wilbur tried to wrap his mind around it. Sally wanted to be eaten. By him.

“Why?”

Sally’s eyes widened slightly, “Okay, one, I think it’s totally cool, and two, wouldn’t it bring us closer together…? And if we can prove humans and Giants can have this type of relationship… wouldn’t that help the world so much?”

“…I suppose.”

“It’s okay if not, I’m sorry I sprung this on you…” Sally frowned.

He sighed, “I’ll do it.”

“You will?!” Sally lit up instantly.

“Yeah,” he purred at her excitement, “I’ll store you.”

She waved her hands around again, “Okay! Awesome! I’m! Okay, here, pick me up Wil!”

He obliged, scooping her into his palms, and bringing her up to his face. Sally rested her forehead on Wilbur’s nose, gentle and soft embrace.

She traced his skin, “Thank you. I’m sorry things have been so… rocky lately.”

He shrugged, “I’m sorry I’m distant.”

Sally sighed, “I know why. You’re worried about everyone. Being the only giant in school, it must suck. Dealing with mean humans- my parents- sneaking around and- all of it sucks.”

He nodded, “…yeah.”

“…thanks Wil. It means a lot.”

The low rumbling in his chest became louder, and Sally giggled at his purr. She booped him on the nose and he pulled her slightly away. He opened his mouth nervously, before closing it again.

“Should I just..?” He hoped Sally would guide him, he still wasn’t exactly sure what was going on.

“Yep! Open wide! Just swallow me up whole. The author said that it’s like a Giant’s body understands what they want stored versus eaten- so I’ll be fine!”

Wilbur would be lying if he said he didn’t feel assured by that. He trusted Sally, more than his own family at times. If she promised it would be okay, it would.

He gulped, trying to gain some confidence. Opening his maw again, Wilbur let his teeth and tongue on display as he heard an audible gasp from Sally. She gazed over his mouth with peaked interest, as if memorizing each detail. Wilbur felt a little embarrassed being almost studied like this, but it was Sally. She made him comfortable.

She let out an “okay!” And Wilbur knew that meant she was ready, so he pulled her to his mouth, and felt her small weight as she climbed onto his outstretched tongue. It felt a bit uncomfortable, as all he’s ever put in his mouth before was food- or sand-. She adjusted herself, and Wilbur felt her fingers on the points of his teeth.

He closed only his lips, still a bit nervous about accidentally biting Sally. Her tiny weight traveled around the inside of his mouth, inspecting his teeth like she was his dentist. Wilbur sat there, cheeks puffed and feeling vulnerable. He was glad he brushed that morning, at least.

She pat his tongue, motioning for the next step. Wilbur suddenly had a spike of anxiety, crumpling into his fears and worries. His throat felt dry as his nerves caved.

“You’ll be okay, I’ll be okay,” she promised, her voice a tad muffled.

Wilbur nodded, letting Sally’s voice comfort him. He tilted his head back and gave a hard unceremonious swallow, feeling her body meet his throat, and become stuck there. Wilbur swallowed hard again, painfully nervous.

Sally loosened, and traveled down his esophagus. Wilbur’s eyes widened as he could feel her move down his system. It felt very close, and very nice.

“I trust you,” Wilbur mumbled out, unsure if she could hear.

He could trace the small bump in his throat slowly descend, until the little weight fell into the open compartment of his organ.

Wilbur craned his neck to hear her; Sally’s muddled voice croaked out a little giggle. It warmed his heart, he felt his best quicken.

Maybe Sally was right. This really felt okay, was that so wrong? Wilbur had been running and hiding from humans so long, maybe they really were meant to be friends like she said. The way her weight nestled so cozy inside him, it convinced him. Wilbur felt heat rise to his cheeks, maybe he could convince we parents- then school- then-

Maybe they could be open about their love.

For once, hope flickered in his chest right there beside Sally’s body.

He stilled, and she called out from inside, “I’m all good!”

Wilbur leaned back against a tree, satisfied with her answer. He wasn’t sure how long this was going to last- but knowing the human closely, Sally would be fixated on observing the organ in it’s entirely before she even considered leaving. She would be focused on collecting all the details, tracing each line. He closed his eyes, considering a nap.

Wilbur must have dozed off for a bit- as he awoke to the sun setting and felt a sense of panic boil up in him. Where was-?

Oh yeah, Sally was-

His stomach then growled.

She was… safe.

“Sally?” Wilbur whispered out, rubbing the sleep out of his eyes.

No response.

He just spoke too quietly- no need to work himself up, “Sally?”

He was just worrying himself! She fell asleep, surely. Wilbur had just woken up- it wasn’t too far-fetched to believe, especially with how late it is now, and how little there is to do in a storage- that she just fell asleep.

“Sally!” Wilbur teared up, staring down at his stomach, fists gripping the fabric of his sweater, “Sally, please, talk to me!”

The silence he was met with was deafening.

“No, no, no, no!” Wilbur cried, droplets of tears staining his clothes now, “She’s fine, she’s safe, Sally- she- you-“

He bawled to himself, rocking back and forth as he gripped his stomach tightly, nails digging into the skin, “You promised it was okay, Sally!”

Wilbur let out sharp whines, curling into a ball of himself, arms tucked inside of his shirt, legs pulled up as close as he could get- and the boy just sobbed. A wreck of a person, shaking violently and miserably, terrified and alone.

There was no such person as Sally anymore.

Wilbur lay, head on the soft grassy ground, with bright puffy red eyes, glossy wet cheeks, and a dull pain in his head. He lay there in his grief, tired, so very tired.

“It’s all my fault,” he whispered out loud. He closed his eyes softly, only to picture Sally’s trusting warm smile in front of him. His eyes sprung back open despite how heavy they were. Wilbur felt a frown tug his lips down, and wet fill his aching dry eyes.

“Why did I- why did she trust this stupid idea?” He crossed his arms, holding himself close, as if he were the only person who could comfort him in the world.

“What am I gonna…” Wilbur trailed off, unfocused eyes narrowing to stare at a single image of the town across the lake.

“How do I go home…?” The tears spilled over, “What do I tell dad? What do I say to Sally’s folks?“

He blinked, and his mind raced to Wilbur agreeing to Sally’s plan, “Stupid, stupid, stupid-“

Wilbur’s eyes hurt like daggers had gone through them, and refusing to blink caused more pain, but he couldn’t bring himself to close his eyes. He knew the moment he did, he’d see Sally’s eyes in the darkness. He’d picture her face, freckled and dark. He’d see her long red coils, see her push them out of her face. See her soft smile with her missing front teeth as she beamed happily.

See the blood on his nails from where he tore at his body. See the distorted version of her, bloody and crying. Ugly, damp, stained red.

Wilbur slammed his fists against his head over and over, screaming out in agony and stress and bashing his skull against the rocky ground and shouting all the air out of his lungs.

His heart felt shattered. He’d agreed to this, worst of all. Somehow, Wilbur thought it would be a good idea to try this horrific plan, despite his gut telling him how wrong it was. Now Sally was…

He didn’t realize he’d stood up. But Wilbur had to go home. It was that, or stay out here until someone called the police.

He couldn’t tell a single soul what happened today. Nobody would ever be allowed to know, and Wilbur would keep that until the day he joined her.

Covering his midsection with his sleeved arms, he made the walk back home, under the starry night sky, knowing that among the bright lights was a new red star.

[curseplay]

@foamsalt . . . continued from HERE .

"What is it you think they told me?" Adelaide asks, curious despite herself. All it took was a singular night for them to be spotted together, for assumptions to be made, for rumors to spread. Then, a visit from Whitney's friends. Or rather, puppets. Their so-called advice, spoken out of concern - so they claimed - had been nothing but thinly veiled vitriol against Paris. Admittedly, she may have believed it all, had she not heard the stories, stories from long before she met Paris. There are merits to gossip, sometimes. Somehow. "And what makes you think I'd believe it?" Brows pulling together in a frown, she exhales deeply, drawing it from the space in her chest hurting for them. "What'd she do to you, honey?" Of course she's heard. Everyone has. It had been a tabloid circus for the ages, but Adelaide wants to hear it from Paris. Not from secondhand sources.

it could have been anything. whitney's creative. she sells snake oil for a living, so she has to be, just in a different way than they are. regardless, it'll all fit into the narrative that paris is no good in some kind of way. the tabloids are more than happy to support this narrative if it ups their engagement, and they find themselves with little fight left in them some days. that's why they're all but pleading with adelaide now, voice much softer, more defeatist than usual.

❝ — a lot of people don't care to really check what's true, ❞ whitney has more influence than her, after all. having a fanbase is nothing compared to years of old money and all its connections backing you up. paris looks away, head hung low.

it's a loaded question. it's a question that spans a year and a half or so of breaking up and getting back together, at its most basic. the details are something they couldn't even disclose to lauren and andie at the time. the leaking of the tape [ and how it framed them, ] is one thing . . . but what went unrecorded in the day - to - day is another. paris refuses to confront it, lest the guilt or feelings of stupidity eat them alive.

❝ she just . . . she twisted everything. all the time. she still does, ❞ a frustrated shake of their head causes their curls to bounce. ❝ i never knew what to expect, or what to do to make her happy. 'cause even if i did things right, and she seemed pleased, she'd always eventually turn it back around . . . throw it in my face. i couldn't even breathe around her, ❞

[alphamales-rp]

"I don't know who the fuck you think you're talking to but I know it ain't me, Princess," one of the most dangerous men in the city (possibly the country) sighed, his voice slow and clearly disappointed as he scratched his brow with the nail of his thumb. He took a long, deep inhale of his smoke again, blowing the tainted air back out, the dark cloud circling his head for a second before dissipating. He said nothing when the other raised his hand and showed him the ring, though the sight of it absolutely disgusted him and that much he couldn't hide from his face. "You think I don't know about your little boy toy?" he asked like the other was being stupid, which, to Daimon, he was, "I know all about that little faggot you picked up. I also know where he works - hell, I even know where his mama lives," he grinned a wicked toothy grin, "If you're worried about him tying you down, say the word and we can get rid of the problem," he said matter-of-factly, taking a quick pass of his cigarette, "Listen, Princess, I understand you needed something to keep you warm while you were waitin' on me, but that's over now," he said as though it were obvious, "I mean, I don't fuckin' like it- don't get me wrong, if I see that shrimp dick sonovabitch I'll put a bullet between his eyes- ... but I can understand why you did what you did. You needed to survive out here," he scuffed his boot against the perfectly clean floor, "But Daddy's back and you don't gotta worry 'bout none of that anymore."

He sighed, "You know, I tried replacing you too," he admitted, "Tried it in there and hell even tried it out here once or twice the first day or two," he chewed his bottom lip, "But nobody's like you, babydoll," he said the most affectionate name he had for the other slowly, drawing it out more than he meaned to as he sighed. "Nobody tastes like you ... nobody feels like you ..." he shook his head with a groan, tossing the cigarette into the fireplace, walking slowly back over to Tommy, "Nobody ... nobody does the things you do," he said, a tinge of sadness to his voice, "Like- like how you used to press that sweet ass of yours against me if I was even an inch away from you when you were asleep," he remembered, "How you'd fix my food up real nice and ready for me," he smiled, now within reach of the other and reaching out to pull him closer, "How you'd give me that ... sweet ... sinful look and start pawin' at me when you wanted me to fuck your goddamn brains out," he murmured, moving Tommy's hand to his crotch, not fully erect but hard enough in it's impressive size to feel clearly through the jeans.

"Don't you remember how you used to wake me up, either sucking me off or ridin' me all real nice and slow? Like you were something outta a porno," he asked softly, a hand moving up to cup the side of the other's face. While it was true that he had trained and forced Tommy into doing that in the beginning and it was possible the other did it when he woke up first or didn't want to be woken himself by Damian forcing himself onto him and doing those things anyway. But, it had been five long years since he'd laid eyes on the other and Tommy hadn't changed a bit, if anything, seeing the other in all his glory only made Damian want him more. "Jesus fuckin' Christ, did you somehow get more beautiful out here," he breathed softly, his hand snaking up into the other's hair and without waiting for warning or permission he leaned in and kissed Tommy and the other's taste and smell made every emotion and every memory all come flowing back to him.

The kiss was slow, it was the kiss of two lovers reuniting; passionate and heated but slow and familiar. "Now," he said, finally breaking the kiss slowly, "I'll not say it again, baby- go pack your shit and let's go," he said, running his hands through the other's hair. He then paused as it seemed an idea occurred to him, "Actually- you know what, since your little fling doesn't get off work for like another hour—" he hummed, taking the other's face in one hand while the other reached down and grabbed him firmly by the ass, "Show me your little bedroom- I'm gonna fuck you on this limp prick's bed before we leave it behind. Feels only right that I claim my Princess again just like I did the very first time."

Even now, years later, Tommy still clearly remembered the exact words that the guard had spoken to him right after he'd endured being stripped down, having his cavities searched, all his possessions taken away and being put into a uniform that he would be stuck in for months, if not years. You're with Demon, kiddo. Keep your head down, and try not to start crying. You have my sympathy, boy. The sound of genuine concern in a damn officer's voice had Tommy entirely confused, but once he came face to face with his cellmate, the meaning behind those words became absolutely clear to him - or so he thought. The effect he had on Daimon almost immediately upon their meeting did not dawn on Tommy until later; the larger man was incredibly intimidating to the young criminal, and made him immdiately realize that his own misdeeds and accomplices were a joke compared to the things Demon was known for. The guard's warning would not have been needed, as Tommy was far from suicidal enough to resist the dynamic that was established in their cell from the first night. Daimon broke him in, and from that moment until Tommy's release he was the other's property, his bitch, his princess, his babydoll. A strange mix of complete control and domination, and a type of affection Tommy had never experienced before.

The extent to which Daimon not only protected, but claimed him wasn't even fully clear to him until he witnessed the other's calmness being challenged for once. A new arrival, unfortunately oblivious of the prison's hierarchy, had decided to ignore all warnings regarding the pretty blonde being Demon's property, getting handsy in the showers and trying to force Tommy to his knees - never had the latter seen such an outburst of violence as when Daimon caught a glimpse of the guy's actions and his blood was painting the shower tiles red moments later. The only reason they weren't separated that day was some other prisoner taking the fall, playing the scapegoat out of fear of Demon. It was that day when Tommy truly learned just why he was the princess of hell, why so many were willing to keep their hands off of him just to preserve the peace and safety of them all by keeping all hell from breaking loose.

But regardless of their dynamic, none of it mattered anymore - neither the weird sort of reverence and status Tommy had indirectly earned in prison through the effect he had on Daimon, nor the way he was fucked into a sweaty, exhausted mess every single night, sometimes more so than he felt he could handle. All of this duality had ended five years ago when the prison gates closed behind him. So to see Daimon here, in the flesh, felt unreal to say the least. And even more so to see the other act so damn casual about it, as if not a single day had passed. They were back in their cell, and Tommy wasn't Tommy. He was Daimon's bitch, his princess, a pussy to fuck and empty his balls into. And the other pranced into his home as if the place belonged to him, as if he owned it like he had owned him. "T-Thank you, Daimon", he blushed, trying his best to act like this was any other person, someone who had meant a lot to him in the past - but who was part of just that; the past. "Wait, did you..." Tommy swallowed hard, trying to act as if he didn't hear his former cellmate talk about fucking him as if not a day had passed. Trying not to look down at Daimon's crotch, which he'd never seen covered by anything other than a damn prison uniform. "I can't leave, Daimon, I... I live here now", he explained, knowing how insane it was that it needed explaining in the first place. "My boyfriend is gonna come home in an hour. My... fiancé, actually", he added, raising a hand to show the ring. Tommy immediately regretted even bringing him up; he knew very well just how possessive Daimon was, and the last thing he wanted was to endanger the man who loved him. ... The man he loved. Of course. "Please, you can't stay here... You gotta go!", he pleaded, knowing full well that there was no way in hell Daimon was ever going to let him even do so much as suggest what he should do.

[banditcoyote]

Wrangled and Tangled

Sasuga stood by the sink washing the last of the dishes from tonights meal. She smiled softly to herself as her tail flicked behind her, happy about the sets of cups and plates she had picked out, feeling domesticated and settled looking over the two sets of dishes her and her lover had shared, something about them in the drying rack felt almost romantic to her. But maybe it was just the way the sunset was showing so pink and purple over the water that was making her feel that way, the cool summer breeze blowing in from the open Lanai. She hummed to herself a little as she dried her hand and reached for the first plate, ready to dry them herself, when the dish cloth was plucked out of her hands swiftly.

“Let me take care of that.” Simon said perching himself onto the counter and starting to dry one of their plates.

“All the left overs put away?” she asked leaning against the counters and bringing her wine to her lips.

“Most of them.” he said with a nod. “Except for the second helping I couldn’t resist, which is now residing in my stomach.”  

She laughed lightly, brushing her hair back behind her ear “Well I’m glad you enjoyed it.” She said with a nod, moving to cozy up to him just a little bit, her eyes full of warmth, and maybe a bit of mischief. “Maybe we can enjoy some other things when you’re done putting those dishes away.” She said with a curl to her lips.

Simon returned the smile and took a moment to lean down to kiss her easily, drawing back with a little hum. “I can think of some things for sure.” He added. “But before we get too distracted.” He placed the clean plate down on the counter and reached into his pocket, pulling out a small ring box and placing it on the counter next to her hand. “Happy Anniversary.”

Sasuga froze at the sight of the small velvet box and her large eyes went wide, slowly looking up into Simon’s face, searching for the meaning.

Simon at once realizing what she might have thought smiled and blushed. “I know we’ve talked about it, but this is just a promise ring.”  Sasuga let go of the breath she was holding with some relief. He picked the box up and opened it. “See?” inside was a thing gold band with a small rose quartz crystal cut into the shape of a heart that side horizontal to the finger. He reached for her left hand and slid it on to her ring finger kissing it into place. “I love you Sasuga, I know that this might not be perfect, but I wanted you to know how much you mean to me.” Sasuga looked to the ring on her finger, feeling tears pull at the corner of her eyes. He hopped down from the counter “Oh no….is it too much? I know we said we weren’t going to do anything, that dinner was enough but-“

She shook her head “Don’t be stupid.” She said choking back her emotions. “I love it. I love you….Thank you.” She looked at the ring again before reaching up to tug on one of his horns pulling him down into a kiss. “Forget the dishes….come on.” She said, her tail already snaking up around his waist to guide him toward their bedroom.

Coyote woke up with a start, staring up into the dark ceiling above him. He contemplated for a moment what that dream could have meant, and his jaw tightened in his face. Did Sasuga sleep with Simon while he was away, it was the only rule he had given. Or maybe that had made the whole thing more enticing for the two of them. Still, why would Sasuga end up with Simon, he had the feeling he was absent, that house not looking familiar to him in the slightest. He closed his eyes again, almost willing it to come back to him, but some of the finer details were already fading from his memory, and all he remembered was the way the pair looked longingly at each other before they kissed. He gave a little growl and pushed himself up quickly to throw on some jeans and a shirt.

“Coyote?” Shishi asked lifting his head from where he was curled up on one of the pillows. “Where are you going?” he asked rubbing one of his eyes sleepily.

“I’m heading back to the Makai” he told Shishi as he pulled his shirt down over his torso.

The imp eyed the view appreciatively before his senses snapped back to him. “Should I be worried?” he asked knowing of Coyote’s sometimes prophetic dreams, and he wondered if he had some type of vision of Sasuga’s fights. “Do you want me to come with you?”

Coyote shook his head. “No. No. It’s nothing like that it’s….” only he wasn’t entirely sure he could begin to really understand it himself. He shook his head “Sasuga’s fine. I just need to see her. I only had that one other show at the end of the week anyway, stay here, I’ll go tell Russell to pack everything up and head on home. You’ll be fine finding a flight right? I mean, stay the night, don’t leave on my account.”

Shishi laughed “Oh it was that kind of dream was it?” he grinned. “Okay, Well, tell her I said hello and get back safely.” He said as he yawned and laid back down to sleep. “I’m sure Kurama and Gatlin will be happy to have me home, if they haven’t torn each other apart yet…”

Coyote slapped on his cowboy hat and grabbed a jacket though he felt his skin burning. “And you remember what we said about this right?” he asked as he headed toward the door.

“My lips are sealed.” Shishi murmured. “Not a word to anyone”

“Especially to Sasuga.” He confirmed hand on the door.

“Especially Sasuga.” Shishi promised “She’d probably be more upset with me than you anyway” and waved him off.

Coyote found himself easily at his ring manager’s trailer, pounding on the door. He felt bad to be waking Russell up like this but he knew he couldn’t just disappear in the middle of the night and leave Shishi to explain for  him, things looked weird enough having him around. Russell answered the door, looking as if he was still blinking back sleep. “Coyote, everything alright?” he asked looking around.

“No…Um no, there was a fire back at the ranch.” He said lying on his feet. Thinking easily of the fire at Thom’s he could use as a cover even if the time line wouldn’t match up. He figured it would never get back to Russell anyways. The manager looked concerned. “It’s nothing big, a small one thank god, no one hurt, but I really should get out there, I know we only have the exhibit at the end of the week so I was just going to head home now. Would that be too much of a pain for ya’ll to handle?”

Russell cleared the sleep from his eyes with his hand “Yeah, yeah I can handle it no problem. Take care, hope it’s as small as you say.” He said and headed back to his bed.

Coyote made one more stop, saying farewell to Poncho in his trailer, before he headed towards the nearest portal in the woods, which was still pretty far, and Coyote had to be careful no one saw him as he slipped into the woods and transformed, having to sprint as fast as he could to reach the portal before daylight. He was glad he had the foresight to try and keep his motorcycle as close to him as possible, as the only other way he could have gotten there was to fly back home and then race to her, and he wasn’t sure he could stand being on a plane the way he was feeling.  All cooped up without being able to run or move, or do anything. It would have been torture, not like the past few weeks hadn’t been. The time away from Sasuga had been harder than he’d like to admit, and he already knew he would never plan on being away from her like this again. All the time away from her he had felt like pulling his skin off. He had helped Thom around her house before he left, and at the rodeo he did more of the manual work than anyone really wanted him to. He ran Poncho as often as he felt he could without causing the poor animal too much strain, and then would run laps as fast as he could as long as he could well into the night. But it was never enough, the women that tried to greet him as soon as he stepped out of the rodeo corral still enticed him to the point he had to nearly run back to his RV. All that hair, perfume, and how the hell where they making such good bras now adays? Though he was sure that some of breasts out there weren’t only held up by a bra but maybe some type of surgery, that didn’t sway him away any. Then the fact that in some of the more populous areas there were actual demon women in the crowds, and those he really had to avoid. He was sure they’d sense something about him, and he was doing his best to be incognito. Luckily his prior years of fooling around with plenty of the women at these things rarely had any of his crew spotting him being social, so now that he was hiding out on his own it went unnoticed. Coyote tried to run himself ragged, exercise, the rodeo, his variety of plants and a few sex toys paired unironically with the body pillow he had snuck on board, none of it had done the exact trick. Which had then led him to call Shishi. It had been a long shot, but it didn’t take much convincing getting him to come out to see him in secret, even if he was a bit miffed at having to mostly stay hidden at the events. Coyote let him have the pass into where the wives or girlfriend’s normally sat, and he posed in his refinery during the events when it fancied him. It had helped tire him out, but he still hadn’t been getting enoug

He thought he could remain out here for the full month, and they had gotten so close, it was almost silly to run now. But after the dream with her and Simon he just couldn’t deny the ache he felt for his mate any longer and he had to find his way back to her. Dawn was just about to break as he reached the portal and he wasted no time heading through it and heading towards where he had hidden his bike. He felt like a dog that had gotten a scent, and he wasn’t going to rest until he got to her. **** Four days later still hours from dawn, Coyote stashed the bike behind the hotel, barely taking care to hide it, and stumbled into the lobby. He had all the faith in the world that Sasuga was still in the tournament, and held the most hope that meant she was still in the hotel room that he had the key stashed for. He limped into the lobby where the clerk paled at the site of him. “Sir….” He said rushing around the desk and towards him. “Do you need a medic?” he asked looking him over.

Coyote didn’t waste the energy to speak to him and only shook his head as he stumbled forward before catching his balance again. He knew what he looked like, but wasn’t stopped as it was clear the clerk in his pristine uniform was afraid to touch him at all.

“Is there someone I can call?” he said walking along side him as Coyote shuffled to the elevator, bracing himself against the lobby wall and causing a smear of blood to press into the wall paper.

Coyote considered it for a moment, but shook his head again. If Sasuga was still in the tournament this late in the game there was a chance she was injured as well, and he wanted her to save her strength for fighting. He’d be okay. He just needed a shower, some stitches, and her.

The clerk did not follow him into the elevator, being the main hotel for the tournament he was surely not the only injured guest they received, and he retreated back to their desk, probably to call for maintenance to clean up whatever other mess Coyote had left behind him. He leaned against the wall as it started it’s ascension toward the upper floors, again leaving a smear of dirt and blood where his shoulder braced himself. A few droplets of blood dripping from somewhere onto the floor. It seemed to take forever for the elevator to reach it’s destination, the doors pausing once as a couple was about to get on, but after seeing him let him go on without a question. Coyote almost passed out, unsure if it was from blood loss or exhaustion, but the dinging and wooshing of the doors riled him, and he staggered out into the hallway. Knowing he was so close to Sasuga spurred him on, and he was relieved to find that the card key still worked. He let himself into the hotel room, finding it dark and quiet and he did his best to move with stealth into the bathroom. He passed the bed and spotted Sasuga sleeping peacefully by herself, he was grateful for this because with the rage that was still somewhat in his veins if he had found Simon with her he might have taken a regrettable action. In that moment iat took everything in him to not simply cover her with himself, though with how dirty he was he knew it would only concern her more. There was blood in his mouth and under his fingernails, matting his hair down and sticking to his hat. Better to clean himself up first, and he shut the bathroom door behind him before turning on the light.

He did his best not to look at himself in the mirror, but finding it a necessity to assess some of the damage. If he had made it this far like this it couldn’t have been too bad. Still he was in rough shape. Not only was his face cut, bruised, and swollen, but he had also lost enough weight that he appeared gaunt under the torn and dirty clothes he wore. He slowly undressed, assessing each wound, fresh bruises forming on top of old ones, some cuts that were still bleeding every time he moved, gashes that would no doubt need to be closed up. He hissed as some of the clothing stuck to him where blood had dried, let his effects fall to the floor, his gun empty and tucked back in his holster, and stepped into the shower letting the water strike at his feet until it was warm enough to step into. He braced himself against the wall, letting it flow over his hair and down his back, feeling the sense of relief start to fill him as well. He had made it, he was close to resting, and he was close to his mate, that was all he could ask for right now.

[h0tchner]

go team hotchner!

pairing: dad!aaron hotchner x fem!reader

summary: aaron is coaching jack’s soccer game & reader is in the crowd! aaron & reader are happily married, but another woman’s mean comments and blatant flirting makes the reader jealous. fluffy shenanigans ensue!

word count: 2.5k

includes: FLUFF, jack hotchner is the sweetest, you & aaron are married, jealous!reader, kissing, family planning, & AARON IN A GREY T-SHIRT

rating: 18+ (for VERY brief mentions of sex and a little smidge of cursing)

a/n: i wrote this for @ssahotchswife​’s soft hotch saturday! this is my first published fic, so i hope y’all enjoy. PLS (!!!!!!!!!!!) interact if you liked this, rb, comment, like and/or send me a request if you have ideas for future fics! i love y’all! - rivka💞

“Atta boy, Jack!” Aaron yells from the side of the field, clapping his hands as his son scores another goal.

Beaming, you holler from the benches along with the crowd. You watch as your husband jogs up and down the sidelines with ease, keeping up with Jack’s soccer team. It’s a stunning Saturday morning and you are thrilled to spend every moment of it with the Hotchner boys. Your Hotchner boys.

When they asked Aaron to coach the team, how could he say no? After losing Hayley, he promised himself that he would do everything in his power to be there for Jack. When you first started dating, Aaron was hesitant to introduce you to his son. It wasn’t because he didn’t want you in Jack’s life, but rather he didn’t want to scare you away. You were a 26-year-old NCIS agent and he was a 40-something FBI agent. You knew he had a son, you knew he was a widow, and you knew he was older than you: but you didn’t care. You loved him. It took a little coaxing to get Aaron to open up to you about his fears, but once he did, you assured him then and there that you weren’t going anywhere. He introduced you to Jack the very same day. Four years later, you and Aaron are stronger than ever.

The ref blows the whistle, calling a break. Aaron motions for the kids to huddle in. He squats on the floor to get on their level, enthusiastically whispering, walking them through the next play. Your heart swells watching him talk to the group of children. Aaron Hotchner, always the hero, the role-model, the leader. Gentle yet powerful: he was intoxicating.

Your eyes dart over his crouched figure; the soft, heather grey of his t-shirt clings to his broad shoulders. You draw in a breath, a memory of last night flooding your senses, remembering how you held on to those shoulders for dear life as he pounded you into the bed. You feel your cheeks blush red, and you look up to the sky, shutting your eyes to collect yourself. Damn. Even just the thought of touching him gets your blood up.

You open your eyes, letting your gaze travel back to Aaron’s body, admiring how good his butt looks in those black Adidas track pants. You bite your lip a bit, feeling overwhelmed with joy, knowing that beautiful man, inside and out, was all yours. God, what you wanted to do to...

“Damn he is HOT. Way hotter than the old coach. I think his son is on the team?” A woman’s voice rings out from behind you.

“Yeah, I think so. Did you hear what happened to his first wife? So sad, lost her when his son was little. Apparently he’s shacked up with some 20-something-year-old now.” A second woman’s voice chimes in.

“No way. Him? Married to that? He needs a real woman, not some child. A man that experienced should be with someone his own age. I’m gonna talk to him after the game, see what his deal is.” The first woman replies, voice dripping with venom.

“I think you should!” Agrees the second.

“Oh, I will. I’ll make him an offer he can’t refuse.” Snickers the first.

They both laugh as you sit frozen in your seat, blinded by a wave of anger and sadness.

Some child? Someone his own age? Their hurtful words pierce right through your heart as you furiously blink back tears.

The ref blows the whistle, and the team scatters back onto the field. The ladies cheer behind you as the game starts back up. It takes all your strength not to break down under the crushing weight of their conversation. You take in some deep breaths, mulling over their comments. You weren’t “some child!” You were a grown-ass woman! You had a job! You were a federal agent! You loved Aaron and Jack: they were your whole world!

As you continue to give yourself a mental pep-talk, the hurt begins to dissipate as you realize how stupid those woman sounded. They didn’t even know you, or Aaron, or anything about your relationship. In that moment, you tell yourself that instead of wallowing in self-doubt, you would stand up to them and make it known that you were the only one for Aaron.

Just like that: you begin to feel a bit better. You focus all your attention on Aaron and Jack, letting the game fly by. You ignore the ladies gossiping behind you, and, by the time the kids are lining up to give the other team high-fives, you had pulled yourself together and come up with a plan to put these ladies right back in their place. You just had to wait for the right time to make your move.

“Wish me luck!” squeals the first woman. You can feel her getting up from the bleachers behind you.

“Go get him, girl!” sasses the second.

You watch as the woman walks down the aisle, her straight blonde ponytail swishing as she goes. She’s wearing blue-jean shorts and a white lace top: an outfit you’ve seen before on a hundred women who looked just like her. In any other circumstance you’d applaud her efforts (girls supporting girls, right?) but this was your man she had her sights on. No way. Not a chance. She wasn’t going to lay a single pink manicured finger on him.

Aaron is talking to the ref and the other team’s coach when she taps him on the shoulder.

Oh HELL no. You think, frowning.

He turns around and gives her a small, polite smile. You can’t hear the exchange, but after a few moments, she sticks out her hand to shake his, laughing. Aaron curtly returns the shake and turns back to finish up his prior conversation; but, this time, the blonde woman puts a hand on his arm again, lightly pulling him away. Your blood begins to boil. She gestures to the pack of kids, now getting drinks and snacks from the fold-up table next to the bleachers. Aaron nods, pointing over to where Jack is standing, sipping on some lemonade. She puts her hand on his arm again and tilts her head.

You decide it has been long enough. It’s go time.

You walk down the bleachers, picking up the hem of your baby blue floral sundress so you wouldn’t step on it as you descended.

The woman is still all over Aaron, clearly flirting. Aaron’s arms are crossed over his chest, lips in a terse smile. It didn’t take a profiler to know that his behaviour screamed “get me out of here.”

You fluff your hair a bit, letting it fall loosely around your face. With confidence, your feet hit the soft grass and you head towards your husband.

“Aaron!” you call out, waving and smiling as you near him, shooting daggers at the blonde woman by his side.

The moment he sees you approaching, you watch his entire demeanour change.

“Y/N!” he grins, excusing himself from the woman.

She whips around to face you with a vengeance as Aaron scoops you up, tanned arms firm around your middle. He spins you around as you laugh, surprised, looking down at him with pure elation.

He sets you down and, before you have a chance to say anything else, grabs your face in his hands, crashing his mouth into yours. You throw your arms around his neck and card your fingers in his hair, kissing him with the same fervour.

You can practically feel the adrenaline coursing through his veins. It’s hot and dominating: something about winning a game makes Aaron primal and giddy. You certainly aren’t complaining.

He breaks the kiss and lets his hands fall to your waist, squeezing lightly.

“Congrats on the win, Coach Hotchner.” You smile as you brush a lock of sweaty black hair off his forehead.

“Couldn’t have done it without my favourite cheerleader, Mrs. Hotchner.” He winks, pressing a light kiss to your forehead.

“Oh yeah?” You prod, cocking your head, looking into his gorgeous hazel eyes. “Who would that be?”

“Hm.” He pauses, looking up pensively.

He wraps his arms even tighter around your middle and dips his head down, whispering one word in your ear: “You.”

You laugh, swaying with him for a moment, capturing his lips in another kiss. As you pull apart, out of the corner of your eye you watch as the blonde woman stands frozen to the same spot, mouth agape. You smirk, feeling satisfied and self-assured knowing your little scheme was a success.

Then, like a rocket, you see Jack running towards you with a mile-wide grin on his flushed face.

“Y/N! Did you see? Did you see me make two goals?” Jack exclaims.

“Yeah buddy, I saw the whole thing!” You capture him in a bear hug, kissing the top of his head. You ruffle his hair and kneel down, looking into his soft brown eyes.

“I’m so proud of you. Did you have fun?”

“Yeah! I love soccer!” Jack nods.

“You did a great job Jack.” Aaron says, helping you stand. He wraps an arm around your waist and looks lovingly down at his son.

“You’re our soccer superstar.” You add, glancing between Jack and Aaron with unbridled joy. “Now go! Go back to your friends!” You laugh, shooing him away, back to the group of sweaty 8-year-olds and their snacks.

You stand there with Aaron, snaking your arm around his back to match his around yours. You both watch as Jack bounds off. A quick glance to the side shows that the blonde woman is long gone, probably stomping back up to her friend to whine and call you more names.

“Is she gone?” Aaron murmurs into your hair, pressing a gentle kiss to the side of your head.

You stutter, “How... how did you?” You trail off in disbelief.

“Oh please,” he smirks, “I had to stop you from practically biting her head off when you walked over.”

“Aaron!” you yelp, mocking upset. “You should’ve let me at her.”

He chuckles, lips twitching into a smile as he quirks one eyebrow up. “I couldn’t have my wife fighting with the aunt of one of my players. It’d reflect poorly on me.”

“She called me a child. Said that you should be with someone your own age. I think that warrants a free pass.”

His joking manner stops abruptly at your declaration. “That’s ridiculous and you know it,” he furrows his brow, shaking his head lightly.

You reach up and run your fingers over his scrunched forehead, soothing the lines into something softer.

“I know,” you nod.

Aaron pulls you into his side, wordless. Fingers tracing lightly over your hip. You knew he was thinking the same thing: no matter what they said, you knew in your heart that you and Aaron were meant to be. Age be damned. He was yours and you were his: forever. Simple as that.

“Mmm,” you sigh, taking in the beauty of the moment. You smile at the clear sky, the fresh air, and the feeling of the man you loved, right by your side. You two watch Jack as he talks and laughs with the other kids. He looks so happy to be surrounded by them: a natural conversationalist. You can’t help but start to think about how he would be the best big brother in the whole world. It makes your breath hitch in your throat a bit.

“What is it?” Aaron gives your side a squeeze.

Of course he could sense when your thoughts began to wander. Aaron was a man of many talents.

“Oh, it’s nothing.” You look up at him with a reassuring glance, returning the squeeze.

“Y/N...” Aaron trails off, hazel-brown eyes searing into yours.

Damn your gaze, Hotchner.

You look away, letting your arm drop from his waist and move to step away a bit: he grabs for your hand instinctively, keeping you next to him. His big hands engulf your small ones, fingers entwined.

You know he is still staring at you, but you can’t bring yourself to look at him yet. Your eyes refocus on Jack.

“I was... I was thinking,” you begin. “I love you. I love you so much, no matter what anybody else says. And I love Jack like he’s my own.”

You breathed in, prepping yourself mentally for what you were about to say next.

“Jack is so good with other kids.” You continue, “He loves being social, being a teammate.”

You gather the strength to meet your husband’s famous glare.

“And watching you coach these kids? You’re so good with them, Aaron. You make every one of them feel special. You give 110% of your heart, and I am so lucky to be your co-coach in life.” You tell him in earnest.

“Aaron,” you carry on, emboldened, “I think it’s time we added a new member to the Hotchner team” you finish, searching every inch of Aaron’s face for recognition.

You watch as he takes in the information. After a few beats, it clicks.

“Y/N,” his expression softens, “Do you want to have a baby?”

You bite your lip and nod, eyes wide and hopeful.

Aaron nearly explodes with happiness; his eyes crinkle as he smiles down at you, unable to speak. And then, his warm body envelopes yours, solid but soft: unmistakably Aaron.

You let out a shaky laugh and bury your head in his neck, breathing in the smell of cologne and light sweat.

He pulls back a little, one hand tilting your chin up to look at him.

“Oh my god, Y/N,” he shakes his head in disbelief.

“Does that mean yes?” you ask, in a small voice.

Aaron laughs again, letting out a sigh. He tucks a strand of hair behind your ear, letting his hand linger on your cheek. You lean into his touch.

“Yes,” he says, giddy. “Let’s have a baby.”

The sound of children laughing fills your ears as you grab the back of his head and pull Aaron into a soft kiss. The kiss is full of promise: a gentle pact, sealing the deal. You and Aaron were going to have a baby. Jack was going to have a little brother or sister.

You pull away, arms still around his neck.

“I love you, Aaron.” You breathe out.

“I love you, Y/N.” He whispers back.

Nobody on this planet could shake the bond you and Aaron had. Suburban soccer moms be damned.

[deviltoys]

― this is my first time requesting so let's hope i don't fuck this up [lmao].

taking tobio's [who's the pastor's son] virginity and watching him ask for forgiveness for doing something so inappropriate in the church but then you proceed to degrade him. 🙇

— ‘𝘂𝗻𝗵𝗼𝗹𝘆 𝘃𝗼𝘄𝘀.’

tobio kageyama x top!male reader. (wc; ?)

#a/n: stop. this is my favorite request, ever. virginity loss ‘n blasphemy??? hello? too fuckin’ good, been cravin’ a good virgin tobio. thank you fer’ this, it was perfect!

warings. NSFW CONTENT, MINORS DNI, virginity loss, sacrilege, taboo acts, incest, age gap (18-30), pastor!reader, exhibitionism, sex in a church, misusage of the bible, religious speak, little to no prep, dumbification, creampie, degrading, manipulation, corruption, belly bulge, daddy k.

juvenile ministry took up a huge chunk of the church you operated. being the father to tobio kageyama, it was only natural that he was a frequent volunteer for the group of children who'd visit you both to be taught the righteous laws of god.

your boy was so doting with kids, it lay a smile across your lips to see him so devoted as you'd help demonstrate an array of practices to the youth. he was an apprentice of some sort— you two had a closely knit relationship when it came to chruch work.

almost a little too close.

nobody would ever suspect a thing, right? their nurturing pastor and his passionate son; they wouldn't dream of commiting any corrupt acts against the lord they so dearly fawned about.

the children certainly wouldn't know, such mindless followers. that's why during youth hours the two of you would mysteriously ‘disappear’ while everyone else contributed holy related activities to do while father y/n and tobio went to assist the lord.

you had be fighting the urge to take your son aside and tear his tiny body in half right there inside the sacred haven. but poor little tobio was a virgin, nobody would dare attempt to be the one who would strip the priest’s son of his innocence. you and the younger male had only gone as far as sucking on each others lips or caressing one another in sensual ways that would surely be forbidden by the church.

it was unethical practice to do anything under sexual pretense inside the chapel; with your offspring no less. you were already commiting unforgivable acts unbeknownst to your fellow ministers— what was one more? just another sin strewn onto the pile of ones you had been collecting throughout the years.

the line between faith and abandonment finally blurred out when you caught your little kageyama with pants a size to small for his waist. the fabric rode up, perfectly rounding out and drawing scrutiny to his chubby ass. you were well aware of the scandalous gestures he would send your way while he kept his attention on the children. wiggling his ass out every so often was his main form of communicating his intentions.

he was at last ready to make his daddy proud, giving his body to him as though you were christ himself; submitting to you.

all of his coherent brain function was corrupt by you a long time past, the degenerate acts you two would shun from the eye of society had finally caught up to him. he needed the embrace of his dad, his loving, heavenly father that would fill his holes up with the holy spirit.

“tobio, follow me for a second please? i need to speak with you privately for awhile.” a forged grin took reign of your lips, softly signalling for your son as you escorted him through the barren temple halls. after he had finished passing out coloring activities for the group to engross in, he swiftly followed your lead.

“yes father, what is it that-” you barely gave kageyama a warning before slipping your forearms under his thighs, entangling the remainder of his limbs around your lower and upper body. you lifted his smaller from with ease, hot breath tickling the shell of his ear as your tone dropped to a deep whisper.

“are you ready to give your body to our savior, tobio?”

“yes father y/n, yes i am.”

that was all the confirmation you needed to proceed with blessing him. abandoning your clothes at the altar of god, you began to strip the boy attached to your body. steadily yanking down his suit pants, your cock already springing to life as his own came into view.

it was insatiably erect, you forbid your son from even being curious when it came to exploring his hormones. you knew one day keeping him fresh, unexposed to lewd activity would come in handy.

and it did, oh god it did.

his body was sensitive to the touch, you were concerned he was going to cum without you even putting a hand near his bulge. much less before the fun started. it was like caressing a rock, he was so stiff, the tip already dribbling a tiny bit of pre by the time you were able to finish your first stroke to the hilt.

after giving a few more measly flicks to the head of his cock; you guided tobio’s naked body towards the bible you had prepped specifically for this occasion. the oak pulpit stood tall amongst the various rows of seats— at the head of the stand was kageyama; exposed, ass out, and face burried deep inside the open book sprawled out for easy reading.

he could barely squeak out the first few passages as your lube coated fingers spread his cheeks and stretched his virgin hole to a worthy size; able to fit your fat cock.

it burned and ached, the agony of your fingers poking around his walls overthrew any noticable pleasure that may have slipped in unnoticed; it was torture. he thought intimacy was supposed to feel good. he should've listened when you told him it wasn't fun, how it was a crime against god and how he'd be severely punished for doing as such until he was proposed to by the right man.

but you were the right man, at least that's what you would tell him. so why was it so discomforting, so harsh? you weren't purposefully harming him were you? the paranoia was getting to him, it was so overwhelming, the thought of the man he adored so dearly causing him pain. hot, salty tears pricked his eyes, lashes catching any access fluid as they could meanwhile the clear streaks dusted his cheeks with red.

his hole was still barely twitching with anticipation, and would be for awhile; throwing your head back, you painfully fed kageyama’s rim your length. every inch that ventured just as deep as the last forced strained hiccups to seethe from behind his teeth. he was unbearably tight, his guts sucked you in while his walls showed heavy resistance— pushing you in and out of your trembling son.

“fucking hell.. dumb bitch, you’re so tight. ease up, i thought you'd serve me better- maybe i was wrong.”

no no, you were wrong, right? he was great, such an obedient little cocksleeve just for you, all for you. all he ever did was to please you; the man who he chased after for years, claiming he wasn't as nice as he predicted? panick only settle into him more, ruthlessly he began bucking his hips to match your unenthusiastic thrusts. attempting to appease you wasn't an easy feat, but he was so utterly devoted to you that the condition of his vessel meant nothing if it meant you were proud of him.

he attempted to slur out a form of quivering tongue with a few biblical quotes shoved in-between. whatever he was reciting wasn't human, infact you couldn't tell if he was fucked out or just anxious. whatever it was, your words had preformed their purpose; you were far too impatient to fully prepare him for the world of sex. forcing him to mature on the other hand seemed to run it's course— he was the one himself impelling himself onto at the end of the day.

your arms snaked around his tiny waist, hoisting his feet up and off the ground. the entirety of his lower half no longer met with the floor, steamy tears teased eyes while the remainder of his efforts worked into engulfing you whole. the stimulation of being carried off the ground just like that was unimaginable; only to have his pussy pounded mercilessly into the wooden podium.

“ack! ah.. mm. daddy, pl- please i can do better! m’promise, don't hold back- i want to feel every inch of you!” so vulgar, you weren't aware of tobio’s filthy mouth.

angling your hips to perfectly kiss his prostate with every shift in your pace, you plowed repeatedly into the spongy skin until he was no longer babbling on about anything coherent. whatever bible quote he was now listing off was lost within euphoria; his hole was loosening up more and more with each thrust you planted deep inside of his stomach.

he know knew how desperately he craved seeing your cum gush right out of his gaping ass. more than anything in the world.

“hah, what a stupid whore, letting your father fill up your belly like this? no wonder you can't do anything but flatter me.”

“m’not a stupid whore, daddy i promise!”

the way his cunt squelched around you told otherwise, you didn’t let up on the insults; constantly bombarding the male with word after word. his trembling thighs and drool stained expression prompted you to continue the vile humiliation.

“oh-ho yes you are, you're lucky i’m even taking the time to fuck you like this. the lord wouldn't dare touch you, so why should i? you're charity work kageyama, nothing but pity.”

giving his plump rear a deathly tight squeeze, you ramped up the vigor in your movements. aching breaths escape your nose as you send forth more shivers down the length of his spine— as much as he wants to keep you satisfied he can only withstand so much. this is his first time being lost within the rapturous waves of an orgasm. religious words still on the tip of his tongue as your name bounces off the empty church hull.

there's a puddle of semen beneath you at his feet, he's cum far too many times for you to count and he's just now; once again fighting for release. his limp, shaking shaft all swollen as it spurts out the umpteenth load that session.

you swiftly follow behind, using the last bit of strength in your twitching thigh muscles— you sent your hips forward, fully submerging your fat cock down his rectum. he yelps almost violently, but he adores it. the way you use up his spent hole. the amusement in his moans fizzle once he finally comes to his senses, realizing there's no cum sliding down his guts and into his tummy. the expected feeling of warm, sticky fluid staining his intestines was the big prize he was looking forward to.

“don’t you remember, your only use is to please me tobio. and you couldn't even do that, that's why you don't get daddy's cum. understand?” a disappointed glare forms on your face, once he's luckily unable to see.

he implores like you've never heard from anyone before, you've had your fair share of sexual favours under the church’s nose. but the dark haired male in particular was one of a kind, he was begging you for your seed like his life was dependant on whether or not you fufilled his lustful desires. he needed your cum, right there, right now.

even attempting to guide your entirely hard cock right back into his enormous asshole, which you allowed. your composure was iron-willed, you knew you could cum on command if need be. giving into his sinful fantasies, you pistoned yourself balls deep once more— your hands moving his hips for him as he pleaded for the sweet release of your fluids.

“please daddy, m’such a good cum dump! i promise, please just cum inside of me. i need it, i’ll do anything! anything!”

anything indeed, you had just the thing in mind. and you were sure tobio wouldn't refute, how could he? there wasn't any other choice, it was your cum or no cum. simple as that.

[satoruseme]

hiii can i have something from your nsfw prompt #100 with dom!tsukishima kei x f!reader please? with degradation and breeding kink if you're okay with it 🥺👉👈 thank you!

tsukishima + “you’re still horny? didn’t i fuck you hard enough last night?”

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you were currently cuddled on the couch with your boyfriend, watching reruns of friends. you literally despised that show, but you put up with it just for tsukishima. 

you had your head on his chest, watching his clothed abdomen as it rose and fell. it seemed more entertaining than watching chandler wear a stupid fucking rabbit costume. 

you placed your hand over his abdomen, sprawling your fingers out as you felt it in motion with his breaths. he was paying no attention to you, you were known to just do random weird things so nothing ever took him by surprise anymore.

your boredom took over as you started replaying the memories of last night in your head. thinking about the way tsuki fucked you into the mattress with his hand wrapped around your throat, growling complete filth into your ear. the thoughts had you pressing your thighs together hard, adjusting your hips to relieve some of the pressure. 

you let your hand travel down his abodomen, lighly running your finger along the waistband of his sweats.

tsukishima didn’t let your actions go unnoticed as he suddenly paused the show, the room going silent.

“are you okay?” he asked lowly, knowing damn well what was going on and that he was about to tease the hell out of you for it. 

you sat up and looked at him, jutting out your bottom lip to pout. he thought you looked so cute, your hair a little messy from laying on him for so long, your face slightly red as you pouted for him. 

he just smirked at you and you threw one of your legs over his lap, straddling him and pressing your clothed center directly on his dick. you were wearing only one of his big t shirts and panties, an outfit that always drove him crazy.

he rested his hands lightly on your hips, slightly scoffing at your ridiculousness.

“you’re still horny? didn’t i fuck you hard enough last night?” he asked, moving his hands down to the tops of your thighs, squeezing hard enough to bruise.

you gasped at the pressure, it not helping the wet spot in your panties a single bit.

you hummed, pressing your mouth to his in an attempt to draw him in. he wasn’t going to give in that easy, though.

you let your hands snake under his shirt, letting your hands run up the soft skin of his chest. you grinded your hips into his again, smiling as you felt him growing hard below you.

he moved his hands back up to your waist, pulling you roughly into his body to where his mouth was right beside your ear. he nibbled your earlobe before speaking right into your ear, sending shivers down your spine. 

“my little cockslut, always horny no matter what. is my dick really that good, baby? you just can’t get enough of it?” he moved your hips against his with his hands as he spoke, earning whimpers from you.

“y-yes, tsuki, please” your chest was pressed tightly against his, making you want him even more.

“hmm, i dont know if you deserve it. do you not think i did a good enough job last night?” he teased. he was just trying to get you to talk, he loved hearing you whine and beg for him

“no, tsuki, you always fuck me so good. i always crave your cock, please” there it was. just what he wanted to hear.

he let out an accidental moan as you bit down on his shoulder. he always tried to hide how turned on he was, but truth be told, he wanted you just as much as you wanted him. he loved everything about you, especially how you’d let him use you as his own personal sex doll.

“put it in.” he ordered, putting his hands behind his head as he watched you move your panties to the side and pull his cock out of his pants.

you lined yourself up over his cock, sitting down on it slowly. you groaned as you felt him stretch you out, touching every inch of the inside of you. he let out a low moan, moving his hands to grab tightly onto the cusion behind his head. 

he wanted to make you do this by yourself, since you wanted it so bad. he watched as you moved up and down on his cock, blood already rising to your face as you just completely fell apart on top of him. 

“look at you, such a nasty little girl. you look like such a whore bouncing on my cock like that” he said, using all of his willpower not to just grab your hips and fuck you silly himself.

you continued rolling your hips into his, moaning his name over and over as you felt his cock brush all the right spots. 

“t-tsuki, tsuki” you begged, losing your energy to continue riding him as your thighs became weak and began to shake.

“i hear you, baby” he understood what you needed asap, placing his large palms under the backs of your thighs, close to your ass and holding you up. he held you still as he jackhammered into you at a rapid pace, both of you letting out multiple moans and swears.

“want me to cum inside you? fill this pretty pussy up with my babies, hm?” the pleasure he felt running through his body as you rested your hands on his chest, digging your nails into it. 

“yes, please, i want you to fill me up so good please. fuck- im gonna cum”

his hips faultered when you told him you were going to cum, biting down on his shoulder again as you braced yourself. shortly after, you moaned out his name, drooling slightly on his shoulder as you tried to catch your breath after your orgasm.

“fuck- fuck, y/n, fuck” he whimpered out the last fuck, so close to cumming. his body went almost limp as he dropped you back onto his lap, shooting his load deep inside of you.

“fuck, tsuki” you rested your forhead against his shoulder while he stayed inside of you. he rested his hands on your waist and pulled you close to his body again.

“so, you’re really gonna make me fuck you every day?” he scoffed.

“if thats what it takes” you smirked, beginning to climb off of his lap to go clean yourself up. you were surprised when his hands tightened on your waist, keeping you in your spot. 

“did i say you were done?” 

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[twilights-posts]

Tutoring (Smut)

I've found this on my laptop and wanted to share this with y'all. Please remember, it was originally written in German and translated. Contact me if something doesn't make sense. Thanks!

Summary: You have a history test coming up and Jared decided to help you study. Tough, the only thing on your mind has nothing to do with history.

Tags: 18+, smut, fingering, fem!reader, Jared

We were sitting in my kitchen trying to focus on my upcoming history test. Jared had told me in school that he would help me because history is the most boring thing ever for me. Being in the kitchen together now, though, with his hand on my thigh and his breath on my skin, history was much more exciting.

"The first half of the 19th century saw important social and economic changes that fostered the later industrial boom. One of the most important factors in this was the railroad ..." he told me, and you could see the passion written all over his face. But I switched off at some point and pictured in my mind how his big hand wandered up my thigh, under my skirt and then-

"Are you listening to me?" asked Jared a little louder. With big innocent eyes, I looked at him nodding.

"Of course, industrialization came about because of the railroad," I announced confidently.

"And who invented the railroad?"

"You didn't say."

With furrowed brows I looked at the worksheet, maybe that would give me answers, but all I got were questions.

"Yes, I did," he laughed. I looked up at him smiling, even sitting down he was taller than me. My eyes swept over his face and lingered on his full lips. Images of his lips kissing my neck, my breasts, my nipples and moving lower and lower, um....

"You're so absent today, what's going on?" he snapped me out of my fantasies again. Smiling, I shook my head, not letting on that he had a lot less clothes on in my head.

"Nothing, it's all good. It's just history," I said lightheartedly, contorting my face to let him know how averse I was to the subject. He nodded slowly, not seeming to believe me.

"You know you can tell me anything, right? I'd love to help you or even just listen. Just tell me what you need," Jared expressed lovingly, stroking my thigh with his hand. My skirt pushed up slightly as a result. He's so sweet, if only he knew that the only thing I needed right now was his tongue on my clit.

I smiled broadly at the thought, leaned over and gave him a chaste kiss on the cheek.

"I'm fine, I just need a break," I whispered to him. Light-footed, I jumped off the stool and walked over to the fridge. That's when I got the idea to heaten him up a bit so we could get away from studying.

I looked over my shoulder at him and asked if he wanted a drink. There was no need to grab the soda from the last compartment, but it gave him a chance to peek under my skirt. Since I was wearing shorts underneath anyway, he wouldn't see too much, but he wouldn't need to for now.

When I turned back to him, he looked up shamefully. I pretended not to notice and held the can out to him.

"Do you need a glass?"

"No, I'm good."

I tried to jump casually on the counter, but I had overestimated my weak arms and was struggling badly. Jared chuckled as he watched me do it.

"Need a hand?" he finally offered.

"Please."

He stood up, took the few steps to me, and grasped my waist. With ease, he lifted me up and set me down. Jared continued to stand in front of me, looking at me with amusement. I recognized the affection in his eyes, could only smile because of it.

"Maybe you should work out more," he suggested after a few seconds.

"If you help me with that," I said absently. Right now my hormones were going crazy and I just wanted to kiss him. My legs wrapped around his waist and pulled him closer to me. If only there were less clothes ...

Jared swallowed nervously. My hands stroked through his hair, finding their place on his neck. I moved closer to his face, anticipation flooding me. His dark eyes looked at me expectantly. A mischievous smile was on his face.

Just before our lips touched, he pulled back slightly.

"You know I've been dreaming about this."

I smirked at this confession. I hadn't been expecting that.

"Oh yeah, about what exactly?", I probed.

Jared leaned forward, past my face, and ran his nose up the curve of my neck.

"I dreamed about your legs wrapped around my waist."

"What else were you dreaming about?"

"how I' m pushing up that stupid skirt of

yours," he murmured against my ear, pressing his lips behind it.

I exhaled shakily, the throbbing inside me making itself known, and I could feel myself getting wet at the idea.

"It's my favorite skirt," I still tried to answer casually. He chuckled lightly.

"You can leave it on while we do it."

My eyes closed and I imagined how he would take me while I had only the skirt on. At this point I didn't need any foreplay, but he was about to suck on the delicate spot on my neck, so I didn't stop him.

His hands went under my skirt and stroked through the shorts over my most sensitive spot. He took his time, doing everything gently and carefully, but I had no patience for it and certainly no time. My parents would be home in thirty-four minutes.

I pulled his face up and pressed my lips to his. Greedily our lips moved together, soon I felt his tongue and sighed pleasantly. Jared slowed down the kiss, but not the intensity. It was as if we hadn't seen each other in days. He was visibly enjoying the moment. The hand that wasn't fridging me through my pants cupped my breast. His thumb circled around my nipple. Sometimes he pinched them through the shirt, then stroked them apologetically.

Jared never struck me as the ladies' man, but he obviously had experience.

As the pressure on my shorts increased, I moaned softly. After I released his lips, he stepped back a bit. Both hands went into the waistband of my shorts and pulled it down along with the briefs. I lifted my hips to help him. As promised, he left my skirt on.

His fingers stroked up my calves, snaked up the inside of my thighs, and paused at the hollow between my leg and hip.

I pulled back briefly to look him in the eye.

"Would you wash your hands first?" apologetically, I stroked his shoulders. I was afraid of ruining the mood or having to explain myself. He just nodded and went to the sink. Relieved, I leaned back on my arms. When Jared turned back to me, I opened my legs a little wider. He stopped and eyed me.

Challenging 'em, I spread them open wider, his view blocked by the skirt, but not diminishing the effect. I noticed the bulge in his pants and felt bad for not giving him any attention so far.

"Come here.", I said softly and extended a hand to him. Without further hesitation, he was back within my reach. I pressed my lips to his neck now and ran my hand down to his penis. Stroking over the shorts, I lightly nibbled at his skin. In turn, he stroked the inside of my thighs. He was damn close to my private parts. Unlike him, I wasn't as patient and was about to pull his pants off.

Surprised, I looked up at him as he put his hands on mine to stop me.

"Not yet:" was all he said. His voice was unfamiliar smoky, but led to more tingling sensations in my bottom.

Jared furrowed two fingers over my labia and distracted me with a gentle kiss. Agonizingly slowly, he ran his fingers once around and past my pleasure spot.

"God, you're so wet," he gasped. I resisted the urge to grimace.

"I don't like that kind of dirty talking," I explained to him carefully.

"Oh, okay. What kind then?" He looked at me intently, but the movements of his fingers distracted me somewhat. It seemed like he was looking for something-

"How about we focus on one thing first."

I kissed him again, because we were good at that. Along the way, my hand wrapped around his and guided him firmly to the point where I needed him. Almost immediately, his finger began to gently draw circles.

"Right there.", I sighed against his mouth and dropped my head onto his shoulders. Jared's other hand continued up and down my thigh. I now had my arms around his neck, so he could work undisturbed.

He was consistent and patient. I had already noticed this in the last few weeks of our relationship, but now I really realized the importance of these qualities. As if on their own, my legs spread out, so he could have better access. I exhaled shakily, my body yearning for more. Without further thought, my hand settled over my chest and took attention to it.

"You like that?",

I heard Jared ask hesitantly. I just nodded, too caught up in the pleasure to answer. Slowly, Jared increased the pace and his grip on my leg tightened. My moans were muffled by his shoulders. I felt like my body was burning up, and I longed to cool down. The grip around my chest became rougher, and I left my other hand on the back of his neck, pulling him down to me.

"Faster.", I mumbled before eagerly capturing his lips. This kiss was not patient and gentle, but dirty and greedy. At one point, I felt his teeth. Jared was no longer drawing circles, but making frantic and choppy movements. I quickly corrected him and groaned loudly as he found the right pace.

"Fuck, yes," I gasped. My hips had taken control and were meeting his movements. I took turns massaging my breasts, getting closer and closer to my climax. My legs tightened, my hand dug into his hair, and I was no longer able to concentrate on kissing him. Instead, he leaned his forehead against mine.

"Open your eyes, look at me," I heard his voice through the rapidly rushing blood.

It wasn't easy for me, but I looked up at him with half-open eyes.

"You're so beautiful, you know that?" He slowly increased his speed, causing my eyelids to fall shut. Groaning, I submitted to the feeling.

"No, open your eyes and look at me while you come," Jared murmured. I bit my lips as I looked into his eyes. He nodded and smiled proudly.

"Yeah, just like that. Now you can come."

As if my body had just been waiting for it, my muscles contracted internally, and I let out a long-drawn-out moan. My hand had tightened around my breast; it was painful, but a good kind of pain. Jared's gaze held me captive the whole time he was doing this.

After I came down from my climax, I dropped my head to his shoulder and leaned against him.

"We should go upstairs."

[football-writing]

Ben Chilwell - insufferable

Prompt: "I'd rather argue with you, than kiss someone else." "You can't deny what's between us. We're perfect for each other."

Summary: Ben and Y/N are neighbours. They also seem to argue just about all the time.

Warnings: a little neighbour enemies to lovers something, a LOT of sexual innuendos, some curse words

"Ben, move." Her voice was stern, as annoyed with him as ever as he blocked the way to her door.

"C'mon, Y/N. I just wanna talk."

"You kept me up all night practising that goddamned piano with your stupid windows open. No, I will not talk to you. Now, move." She was getting agitated with him, foot tapping on the pavement as she wished for him to hurry up.

"You listen to me playing piano? How sweet. It's almost like I'm serenading you, isn't it?" He knew exactly what he was doing. How to rile her up and push her buttons. It's not something he had meant to happen - he'd obviously rather get along with his neighbour. But the way she puffed her cheeks, the intensity with which she looked at him as she got more and more annoyed made his belly erupt with butterflies.

"Get fucked, Ben." Was her only reply as she pushed his chest to get to her door, Ben gladly taking a step aside with his arms up in surrender and a shit-eating grin on his face. God how she wished she could wipe it off of him.

"Sure. You free tonight?"

She'd opened the door then, stepped inside and smacked it straight in the poor boy's face.

He wondered if the sexual comment was perhaps taking it a bit too far - knowing she didn't mean it like that at all. He wondered if he should knock on her door to apologise, too. But just then, her frontdoor opened again.

"And by the way, the piano sounds absolutely horrendous." Smack. She immediately closed the door again.

He let out a boisterous laugh, then. Her antics were just so cute.

"Can't get better if you don't practice." He yelled through the closed door.

"Leave me alone, Ben. I'll call the cops for stalking." Her muffled voice sounded right back, but he could tell even then that she was saying it with a smile.

"Alright, alright. Party at my place tonight. Join if you wanna." He called out before finally leaving her be.

She'd contemplated going, she really had. She wasn't that interested in spending the night at Ben's house, particularly because if his friends were anywhere similar to him, she'd be in for a hell of a night. But then again, she didn't have much else to do, and she could use a good distraction.

So there she was, knocking on his door on what she considered an appropriate time to arrive after the party had started. Perhaps she had peaked out the window to know when his friends arrived, coming half an hour later just to make him sweat as to whether or not she'd take him up on his offer.

"Ah, the queen herself made it." Ben said as soon as he opened the door, taking notice of the outfit she'd picked out. It was casual, but god, did it look good on her. He licked his lips before moving aside to let her in.

"Welcome to my humble abode, darling." He said as he trailed after her through his hall.

"Don't stare at my ass, Ben." She didn't even have to look back to know why he wanted her to walk in first.

"Too late."

She only chuckled as she walked into his living room. People were scattered around, some guys playing Fifa on his tv, others chatting amongst themselves and dancing to the beat of some random pop song. She wasn't entirely sure where to go, or who to speak to, as seemingly everyone was preoccupied with whatever they were doing.

Ben noticed, and placed his hand firmly on her lower back. She twisted her face to look at him, an uncertain look in her eyes, though she didn't swat his hand away.

He nodded for her to move towards the kitchen, his hand staying pressed against the small of her back to guide her.

The kitchen was a little quieter, and she rubbed her sweaty hands against her thighs as Ben got her a drink.

"I knew you wouldn't pass up an opportunity to spend time with me." He mentioned cockily as he handed her a red cup. Though the gesture was sweet, the words accompanying them made her want to roll her eyes. Were all footballers this annoying?

"Actually, just here for the free drinks." She replied as she lifted her cup.

Silence fell between them as she took small sips of her drink. She wasn't quite sure what she expected, but for him to keep standing next to her definitely wasn't it. Eyeing the people in the livingroom didn't lessen her confusion. He'd invited some girls over, dressed in tight dresses to show of their perfect figures. Why had he invited her? To stop from complaining about the noise?

"Are you not going to chat up those girls?" She questioned as she nodded her head in their general direction, not making any eyecontact with the boy next to her.

"Why, you got some sort of voyeurism kink?"

"Hm. Could probably give you some pointers. You don't look like you're very good at flirting." She replied nonchalantly, though her eyebrows raised at his bold remark.

"They're actually my friends' girlfriends." He explained truthfully. It was the first time she looked up at him during their little bickering. He was focused on drawing patterns with his finger on the counter behind them, which meant she could truly observe him.

He's not unattractive at all. His long hair messily falling over his forehead, his strong jawline still visible under his neatly kept beard. She wondered what his body looked like underneath his clothes. He'd always looked quite fit to her, something she'd attributed to his strict workout routine as a footballer. Still, his arms were muscular too, biceps twisting and veins twirling underneath his skin as he kept drawing invisible shapes on the counter surface. She just wanted to reach out and caress his biceps, the unholy thoughts filling her mind as she kept eyeing him from beside him. If he wasn't such an ass, maybe she would've wanted to pursue something with him. Maybe.

"You admiring the art, babe?" He questioned as if on cue, stilling his movements to look at her with a curious smile on his stupidly pretty face.

"God, you're so fucking full of yourself." She spat back as she rolled her eyes in annoyance, turning her focus away from him. He started to lean closer to her side, his arm snaking around her as his scruff teasingly rubbed against her cheek.

"You love it, really." He whispered lowly in her ear. The drop in his voice made her shiver, clenching her legs together. She cursed herself for letting him have this kind of effect on her, and so she composed herself as she took a tentative step away from him.

"I don't. But I'd love if you went to bother those girls instead. Maybe I can have some fun watching you flirt." She held her fingers up, moving them to indicate quotation marks at the last word as she threw him a fake smile.

"I'd rather argue with you, than kiss someone else." He replied matter-of-factly.

"Really, now?" She perked.

"Yeah." His voice sounder hoarse and rough, no effort in concealing the feelings currently coarsing through him. He raised his bottle of beer to take a sip, licking his lips before wrapping them around the bottle. She had a perfect view from beside him, seeing his adam's apple bop as he swallowed, the light perfectly illuminating his plump and moist lips that turned into a smirk as soon as he set the bottle down again. He knew exactly what he was doing to her. Unfortunately for him, she could play that game, too.

So she took a daring step closer to him, resting her hand on his bicep that was definitely more defined than she previously imagined. She stood on her toes, reaching to whisper in his ear, her lips 'accidentally' grazing over his earlobe.

"Your little teasing makes me think youd rather kiss me too." She whispered seductively.

He didn't even reply, just grabbed her face to pull her into a kiss. He wouldn't have even thought of doing that half an hour ago, but now that she was teasing him, too, he figured it's what she wanted as well. Which is why he was so shocked when she pushed at his chest, her brows furrowed as her lips pressed into a thin line.

"Gross, Ben, have some decency." She scolded him. Truth is, she was much too aware of the other people in the room, not sure what they would make of their little predicament. Besides, if he started kissing her now, she wasn't so sure she could contain herself any longer. What's this boy done to you?

"C'mon, you can't deny what's between us. We're perfect for each other." He tried to reason with her, reaching out for her hands that she quickly moved out of reach from him. Was he really this oblivious, or was she just playing with him?

"I can actually." She smiled triumphantly at him as she pushed herself away from the counter. "And I don't believe in perfect."

"Y/N." He warned.

"Benjamin." She daringly spoke back, biting her bottom lip as she looked up at him through her eyelashes. So, playing, then.

"You're insufferable."

"So are you." She said as she walked away from him, back to the hallway and opening his frontdoor, he was calling out after her, wondering if he really fucked up for her to be leaving now. She turned on her heel just as she stepped outside, looking right back at him with fiery eyes. He leaned against the doorway to look at her. He wasn't sure he trusted his legs to hold him up when she was looking at him like that.

"I don't kiss before the first date." He smiled at that. If he wasn't intrigued by her quick comebacks and arguing, he sure was now. She was playing his game, and she was winning, too. Though he tried his hardest not to show her.

"So go on a date with me." He deadpanned as he nonchalantly shrugged his shoulders.

"Actually, I don't date footballers."

"Fuck you." He let out a laugh, then. One that vibrated throughout his chest.

"Maybe if you ask nicely." She added as she beamed at him, throwing him a wink. He tried to think of something to say, anything. But he was left a stammering mess, eyes wide at her explicit remark as she spun around and started walking the short distance back to hers. She had just swiftly shut him up, something not many people had the gift of doing. He was glad she didn't spare him another glance, because he was sure the angelic laugh that would erupt from her lips would cause his crimson cheeks to burn even harder. Damn him and his stupid games.

Damn her and her ability to see right through them.

[atlabeth]

hold onto me (im a little unsteady) - sokka x reader

i was listening to the song when i came up w this so feel free to listen to that if you want

summary: a late night with sokka reminds you that even on the worst days, you always have someone in your corner.

a/n: lmao this is 100% self indulgent i have no excuses. my parents are getting divorced and almost every time they're together they argue and so this is just a comfort fic after it happened again tonight bc GD i wish i had a sokka. this one goes out to all my divorce babies or people with parents that never stop arguing. you are very loved<3

wc: 1.7k, this got away from me lol

warning(s): mentions of parents arguing n shit, like the tiniest mentions of implying sex and problems with consent (in general, not with them), but this is all fluff

hey. i know you’re probably asleep right now but could you come over?

It was far too late at night when you sent the text. A question asked on a whim, an offer that would most likely go ignored due to the boy on the other end being asleep.

But goddammit, you really didn’t care. Even if he didn’t respond, just hitting ‘send’ made you feel slightly better. You had already taken refuge in one of the sweatshirts he had left at your house (read: one that you had stolen and refused to give back) and as your eyes fell on the glow of the digital clock on your bedside table, you were once again reminded of how stupid this was.

But you heard the telltale buzz of a notification and all but lunged for your phone, an uncontrollable smile tugging on your lips. You didn’t know why you ever doubted him.

sokka💙: you know i never sleep babe

sokka💙: a curse of my genius

sokka💙: im omw

you’re the best thank you love<3

A pair of fuzzy socks and a refilled water bottle later, you heard the sound of something hitting your window. Though you tensed up at first, a roll of your eyes was all it took before you remembered just who you had invited over. Another smile took over as you pushed yourself off of your bed, pushing the curtains aside in time to see another pebble hit the pane.

A physical effort took place to stifle the laugh as you pushed your window up, and you leaned against the sill on your elbows to get a better look at your ridiculous boyfriend.

“Throwing rocks at my window? I think I’m stuck in a bad romcom.”

He grinned and let the remaining pebbles fall to the ground. “It’s what’s to be expected from your Prince Charming, right? Besides, I’m assuming that your parents wouldn’t just let me walk through the front door at this hour.”

You felt the heat rise to your cheeks. Just the sight of Sokka was always enough to make you feel better, and tonight was no exception. The vice on your heart was already starting to loosen. “Right as usual. Think you’ll catch me if I jump?”

He laughed and made a show of looking up and down the distance and then at his arms. “I’d like to say so, but I think we’d have better luck if I climb up.”

“You sure you can do that, big guy?” you asked with a teasing grin. He rolled his eyes with the same sentiment.

“Of course I can. I just thank nature that there’s a tree so close to your window. It’s saved me from a lot of embarrassing falls.”

You chuckled and backed away from the window, the slight chill from the night air beginning to get to you. “I’ll leave you to it while I get things ready.”

Truth be told, your room was a total mess at the moment. You knew Sokka wouldn’t care, especially not now, but it put you slightly more at ease to have something in your life that you could control. You were in the middle of shoving some previously strewn-about clothes into your closet when you heard the click of your window closing. When you turned around, you were met with your boyfriend’s smiling face.

“You’re so pretty,” you murmured as you walked over to him. He wrapped his arms around your waist as you kissed him lightly on the lips, unable to stop the blossoming smile nor the warmth that the action gave you. “Thank you for being here.”

“Of course.” The softness of his words were in stark contrast to the joking bravado from only minutes earlier, and as you stepped away from his embrace and pushed yourself onto your bed, he joined you on the other side. “And not that I’m not happy to be here, but I just wanna know. What’s going on?”

You sighed, letting one leg hang off the bed as you tucked the other in. It was a testament to Sokka’s power how quickly he had gotten you to forget about the new mess of the night. “The usual showing of fuckall and fuckup. I’m more impressed by how they never run out of things to scream at each other about.”

Your bad joke didn’t get a laugh out of him, which you were secretly glad for. Instead, he snaked an arm around your back and tugged you closer, a contented sigh falling from your lips as you nestled your head into the space between his shoulder and his head. “I’m sorry,” he murmured. “You know it’s not your fault, right?”

The phrase had gone in one ear and out the other more times than you could count from your parents, but each time Sokka said it, the words held a different weight. You knew it wasn’t your fault in the first place, but guilt didn’t care all that much for logic. You knew he meant it though, and once more the vice loosened.

“I know. But it still helps to hear it.” You glanced up at him, reaching a hand up to twist a loose strand of his hair around your finger. “You should wear your hair down more often,” you mused. “It makes you look like a prince.”

He chuckled, amusement glinting through his ocean eyes. “I did say I was your Prince Charming, didn’t I?”

You smiled, slowly uncurling his hair from your finger. “Yeah.”

“That means I’ll always be there for you. Especially to save my royal from their evil stepparents.”

Another laugh bubbled in your chest at that, and you leaned closer into him. “Thank you. The more I visit your place, the more I want your family to be mine. Hakoda is like, the nicest man I’ve ever met, and your mom? She actually makes me want to cry with how sweet she is. I think I know where you get it from.”

He grinned and bumped your leg with his own. “You know you’re welcome over there any time. But maybe you shouldn’t — I think my mom might actually adopt you with how much she loves you. That… that would be really weird.”

His joy was infectious as you planted another kiss on his cheek, something that earned you a, as you liked to call it, dazzling Signature Sokka Smile. “I’ll make sure she holds off on the adoption papers for now.”

“I’d like that.”

And though the happiness you felt at the moment was almost overwhelming, that was just what caused that tiny sliver of doubt to come in. When people invited their partners over at three in the morning, it usually wasn’t to sit on the bed and talk about their problems. It was… it was for more, and you didn’t want that right now. And because you were an expert at it, you decided to put your foot in your mouth and start talking.

“I— I’m sorry that I called you over here so late, for no reason. I know you probably expected something else than me ranting, but…” you sighed, drawing your knees closer to your chest as you brought your other hand to Sokka’s resting on your shoulder. “I’m sorry if I gave you the wrong idea.”

He sighed at that, but you knew it wasn’t one of disappointment. “You know I’m here for you. I don’t care if you just want to sit in silence for the next five hours while we stare at the wall, or if you want to watch sappy rom coms until your eyes bleed. I’m more than okay with staying like this. I didn’t come over here because I expected anything from you — I came over here because you needed me, and so I’m here.” Sokka smiled, an image you didn’t think would ever stop making you melt, and intertwined your hand with his. “This is perfect. You’re perfect.”

You were so stunned at the brazen declaration that your voice got stuck in your throat for a moment, holding back tears. (Happy tears. They were never anything other than happy tears with Sokka.) It hit you then that you didn’t really know what it was like having someone get close to you without an ulterior motive.

“Thank you,” you murmured after a moment of comfortable silence. “I love you.”

“I love you too.” You knew he was smiling, even without having to look up at him. You could hear it in his voice, feel it in the kiss he pressed to your hairline.

A comfortable silence hung in the air for a long time until you broke it. “You know… my dad kinda ran off to a motel for the night after this whole thing, and my mom leaves early in the morning. If you were serious about those rom coms…” You allowed the unsaid question of staying the night to fester so Sokka knew he could say no if he wanted to, but he didn’t even hesitate.

“Of course I was serious. I mean, I’ve gotta get the ideas for our future wedding from somewhere.”

You laughed, a sentiment that had occurred more times in the ten minutes he had been here than the past week, and picked the remote for your little box TV off of your bedside table. You clicked through various movies until you found one Sokka liked, and then you cuddled deeper into his side to prepare for the ride you had ahead of you.

Thirty minutes into 27 Dresses, he had fallen asleep, arm still around you and one of his legs slightly intertwined with one of your own. But it’s not like you minded — the familiar weight of Sokka in your bed had caused all your worries to melt away, if only for the night.

You didn’t expect him to last past the first movie, but you were sure you would at least get through until Katherine Heigl got the man. But there was an overwhelming feeling of safety permeating the air with Sokka’s arms around you, and you ended up knocked out before she could even get through all twenty seven dresses.

It wasn’t lost on you how fortunate you were — he didn’t expect anything like that from you, he just wanted you to be safe. He was there for you. You would never understand how you had gotten so lucky with your boyfriend, but you would never stop being grateful for him.

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this is the most self indulgent thing ive ever written and i am NOT sorry

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[chitsangenthusiast]

ok so back in june i was blessed with getting to see @ducktollers's touchy-feely zukka art on my dash again, and i ended up getting a burst of creativity to write this lil snippet for it!

(then completely forgot to share it until now lmao anyway thank u ant for the food and i hope you enjoy 🧡🧡)

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Sokka is in the middle of expounding on some point about boat mechanics to Katara when he drapes himself over Zuko’s back.

It’s not an unexpected surprise; Zuko knew it was coming the second Sokka took his usual step back to get behind him, and with the many years of their friendship he’s long gotten used to all the casual touching that the move happens so easily, so naturally he barely blinks.

But knowing it’s going to happen and being internally normal about it are two completely separate things, and he’s extremely grateful for the unspoken understanding that he’d be able to contribute absolute squat to this particular conversation because any meager attempt in following along goes right up in smoke.

His heart rate instantly goes into overdrive and his lungs constrict a little from the sheer force of how much he likes feeling that comforting warmth on his back—and from knowing just how much Sokka likes doing this too.

“No no no, Katara you’re completely off the mark—” Sokka starts, briefly catching Zuko’s eye in amusement before continuing on with his point, and he’s suddenly shifting his stance as he talks, making himself at home and angling his body so that the only thing Zuko’s shoulder needs to hold up is his chin. Hands then slide around his waist to settle on his stomach, Sokka’s fingers weave together, thumb and pointer finger even lightly pinching at his hoodie to keep themselves from slipping, and Zuko can’t stop himself from tensing up.

The entire move has caused him to fall back slightly into Sokka’s chest, and this—this is new. This is a different kind of held that Zuko hasn’t experienced before, hasn’t prepared himself for, and his utter shock over it has him standing as still as possible despite how staccato hard his pulse is running, because he swears he can feel Sokka’s own heart against his spine through all their layers and he’s not about to do anything that would make him let go.

He wants to savor this—in fact, he wants Sokka to pull him in even more, to snake his arms completely around his body to hold him tighter. He also wants to rest his forearms against Sokka’s own instead of leaving them awkwardly hanging at his sides, and his hands twitch in aborted desire.

He especially wants to work up the nerve to be able to hold Sokka like this too, so that he knows what it feels like to be so grounded within his arms.

“Zuko, hey, you agree with me, right?” Sokka suddenly asks, shaking him slightly to bring him back into the conversation. Not that it’s all that successful, because he had tilted his head to instead rest his cheek on Zuko’s shoulder as they started swaying, and his attention swiftly derailed at the barely-there brush of lips so close to his neck.

“Huh?” His skin feels like it’s burning where the ghosting breath of Sokka’s soft chuckling lands, and the fact that he’s inordinately jealous of his own neck receiving such nice treatment compared to where he really wants it is stupid. “Wait, what?”

Sokka laughs just a bit louder and gently presses his clasped hands into his stomach. “Just say yes if you agree with me.”

“Yes.” It goes without question.

Katara’s immediate noise of disgust is what finally rockets him back to reality, though any flaring embarrassment is quickly tamped down by quickly rising bewilderment at her obvious exasperation. “That’s cheating, Sokka. You can’t do that!”

“It’s not cheating, it’s two against one!” Sokka crows back, and then he is pulling Zuko into him more, wrapping an arm entirely around his chest to support him as he tilts them forward and points a goading finger at his sister. “Zuko just knows when to admit I’m right, is all!”

Zuko’s hands fly up to find purchase on his arm, sharply inhaling at all the extra contact between their bodies, and then chokes even harder when Sokka presses their cheeks together as a sign of unity. His nerves are thrumming, there’s a pretty solid amount of nervous excitement swirling in his chest, but his voice doesn’t betray any of that because—again, years of practice.

“Alright well now I’m siding with Katara if you’re going to start exaggerating.”

“See?” she demands, throwing out a hand his way to emphasize his point, and rolls her eyes hard at Sokka’s returning scoff.

“Nope, he already said he was on my side! No taking it back, I win this, Katara!”

“Oh, you are so full of it!” she shoots back, and Zuko thinks he might actually side with her anyway just to make everything more dramatic. But then she’s drawing herself up to her full height, planting her fists on her hips, and when she firmly meets his eye he inwardly groans because he knows that look. He’s about to wish that he had made his escape earlier when their argument had first started picking up traction.

“Zuko, go ahead and repeat Sokka’s last point was for me then. Here’s a hint, it has to do with seasonal constellations,” she says, and heat instantly explodes over his cheeks.

When the hell did she get Sokka to start arguing about astronomy, of all things?

“Uh—”

“Don’t fall for her trap!” Sokka hastily cuts in, craning forward to shoot him a pleading look before going back to nestling into the junction of his neck and shoulder. “Don’t answer that, just simply bask in the awesome feeling of sweet, sweet victory with me, dude.”

And—it’s the small charming smile thrown his way, the prolonged eye contact, and the pure, steady confidence in continuing to hold him that has Zuko breathing out a slow, pleased exhale and reaching backwards to carefully fold his hands over Sokka’s hips.

“Yeah,” he mumbles. A few of his fingers sneak through the belt loops on his pants, and Sokka beams at him. “Okay. I can do that.”

[asknarashikari]

It’s my birthday! Can I have a Lovekov and Hiromi minific or headcanons please?

I'm not yet accepting minific requests but I'll make an exception just for today~ Happy birthday dearest Mana!

"Uh, Hiromi-san? I know you're busy, but..."

Hiromi looked up from the weapons he was cataloguing to smile at the youngest Igarashi sibling, wringing her hands in nervousness. "It's alright, Sakura." He put down his clipboard and stood up, a little unsteadily due to how long he'd been crouched down. "What seems to be the matter?"

"Oh, nothing's wrong, it's just..." Sakura looked away, seemingly embarrassed. "It's just... there's someone who'd like to see you..."

Hiromi's eyes narrowed in confusion until he noticed the Vistamp she held in a vice grip. "...Oh, do you mean Love-chan?"

Sakura nodded. "She also told me she wanted to give you something? She was very secretive about it, she wouldn't even tell me. Do you mind if she came out to see you?"

Hiromi chuckled. "Of course not," he replied sincerely. "I'd love to see her again."

"Okay! I'll bring her out now!" Sakura returned the smile, activating the Vistamp by stamping on herself. Her body glowed blue and orange for a moment, then a swirl of light came out of her, forming into the lovable plush demon snake with her signature cry.

Lovekov looked momentarily confused at being summoned, but she visibly brightened upon seeing her hero. "Hiromi!" she cooed, slithering up to him and nearly bowling him over with a crushing hug, "Love love~!"

"Ah, Love-chan, be careful! Hiromi-san's condition is-"

"No, it's alright Sakura." Hiromi cut the younger Rider off. "Even an old man like me can manage a hug," he joked as he pet Lovekov's head gently. "It's good to see you too, little one."

"Kobu kobu!" Lovekov rubbed her head affectionately against Hiromi's leg, before drawing back to reach into the pouch around her waist. She took out a folded piece of paper and presented it to him. "Love kobu, Hiromi!"

"Oh, is this for me? Thank you," Hiromi said, sincerely grateful. "I'll be sure to treasure it," he reassured, petting the demoness' head. Lovekov cooed once more.

He opened out the piece of paper and blinked at the contents. "...Oh." Hiromi muttered, blinking in disbelief. "Uh..."

"Kobu?" Lovekov asked, tilting her head in confusion.

"Hiromi-san? Are you alright?" Sakura asked, her brows scrunched together. "You're looking a little red..."

"Oh! Uh... it's nothing." Hiromi said, folding up the paper hastily once more to prevent Sakura from seeing the contents.

"What's nothing?" Hiromi let out a yelp of surprise at the sudden voice from behind him, dropping the sheet of paper Lovekov gave him. "Oh... I'm sorry Hiromi... here, let me get that for you..."

Hiromi squeaked and Lovekov giggled as Daiji picked the paper up, only to see what was on the paper. His brows furrowed as he stared at it for some time, even as Sakura joined him to look at it over his shoulder.

"L-Lovekov!" Sakura gasped, scandalized. "How did you even- Why did you do this?!"

"Kobu kobu!" Lovekov giggled, before slithering away, waving her arms excitedly.

"Wait, Lovekov, come back!" Sakura yelled after her wayward demon, giving chase to her, leaving Daiji and Hiromi together to give each other awkward glances.

"...Should I be worried about Lovekov trying to kill me, Hiromi?" Daiji asked.

Hiromi smothered a laugh, looking at the cartoonish, but violent drawing of a bleeding Daiji impaled on what looked like the Hashiboroko Genome (a giant 'ahou Dai-chan' written above for emphasis) and a smiling Lovekov dressed as a bride next to a man ('Hiromi 💙') in a suit.

"Don't worry, love. I won't let Lovekov kill you, no matter how cute she is." Daiji pouted at him. "Oh, you know it's true. I know you cuddle my Lovekov plushies even more than I do."

"...Fine." Daiji muttered, conceding. "I guess it's kinda cute... and I was pretty stupid..." He pouted even more.

"That you were. I forgive you though, and I bet Lovekov did too. She's just having a bit of fun." Hiromi pressed a kiss to Daiji's temple.

"I guess I kinda deserve it..." Daiji sighed. "I don't understand why she wants to marry you though..."

"Well... I'm not really sure, myself. Maybe because I saved her that one time?" he offered unsurely. "Besides..." He threaded his fingers through the other's, twisting the ring he had placed on one of them. "Why would I marry her when I could marry you?"

"...Hiromi, we ARE married."