#don‘t deny it

[little-devil-art]

[Battle amidst Thunderstorms]⚔️ (‼️My MC Alice‼️)

“A fight to determine the correct way of drinking tea“ - A title more befitting in my humble opinion but alright then.

Lucifer called her a pathetic human, but he knows that Alice was a former swordswoman, yet he challenged her anyway. She didn‘t let that slide. But Lucifer never admitted defeat or anything in that sort. That ought to teach him a lesson.

[kirkwallsquad]

i have GOT to talk to my therapist abt my people pleasing bullshit like this cannot continue

[pitske]

Draw more Vincent and phone guy art I am your biggest fan actually

Michael, please, it is a sin I do not intend to revisit.

[thegetdownrebooter]

that scene wasn't a rejection but whatever keeps you sane LMFAOO

anon… it truly isn‘t that deep like, it‘s just a tv show.

[yandere-sins]

Yan-Poll #6

Your yan has been acting strange for a while now.

Well, they were always strange but they became irretable and barely even look at you anymore. Now they constantly lock you into the bedroom and sometimes don‘t even bring you food or water for over a day. It‘s been almost a week of this weird torture where they seem to try to avoid you even though they kidnapped you in the first place! So you decide to be bold.

The next time the yan seems to remember you exist, you grab onto their leg and force them to stay; demanding to know what is going on! But all they do is stutter and grow bright red, trying desperately to get away from you again.

You hold onto them firmly until they suddenly snap. Before you know it, you are pinned to the floor the yan hovering above you, breathing heavily when they reveal the truth to you: They are in a heat/rut.

You didn‘t know human could have something like that, but it turns out shifters live secretly amongst your kind. It‘s a lot to take in but through gritted teeth the yan reveals even more: They don‘t know how long this situation will continue. Against all odds they wanted to save you from the agony of mating with them, where they‘ll lose total control and act like a beast or worse.

However, denying their heat/rut results in them sleeping a lot and being too busy taking care of themselves so that their thoughts are - regrettably - not on you. They’ll keep sleeping and trying to soothe themselves without your help, the heat/rut only increasing the longer they are denied. You’ll be an afterthought as they battle their feelings.

They hate it, but they know that if you give them the go, they would not be able to turn back anymore to the restraints they put on themselves. It might sound like fun at first, but by the time they are done with you, you yan assures you that you might never be the same mentally and physically again. Waiting it out might take a whole month and as adorable as your rebellios nature is, they will not permit you to take care of yourself, lest they might attack you or lose themselves, seeing you around the home in their delirium.

You think about what you‘ll do, feeling the crushing weight on your wrists increasing as the yan pressures you to decide quickly.

(Reasoning and discussions welcome! ♥)

[anantaru]

what kinks do you think tighnari would have?

cw. kink analysis, fem! reader

sensitive around his ears, subtle touching

that much, shouldn‘t be a surprise to you but tighnari absolutely loves it when you sketch or outline your digits around his sensitive ears while you ride him— you have to be on top, he has a habit of squeezing and rubbing along the slushy flesh of your ass as he urges you to move faster.

it‘s plain to see and even more evident when he grabs your thighs stronger, better, thrusting up into your cunt and moaning out your name— the usual confident mannered man can barely look you in the eyes now, instead, he resorts back to watch how pretty your tits were in that position.

all up for him to see, kiss and suck on, they‘re open for display but only to him. tighnari mutters in his broken tone again and you lean into his gesture, his warm body, almost nuzzling into him entirely.

it’s so attractive when someone pays attention to the little details of you, makes sure to tackle the corners that made your toes curl, breathing hitched and it goes the other way around as well. tighnari‘s cheeks take a hold of a warm, bloody red when it‘s you who naturally strokes his head, traces the soft edges of his ears and they twitch underneath your advanced touches— but he too, comes undone shortly after.

"how— fuck, can you be so wet and so tight at the same time?!" he musters the last strength he got in himself to grab your neck and pull you in for a kiss, moaning into your mouth and pistoling his cock into you, it’s messy and lewd, wet smacking sounds chiming past your eardrums as you hide yourself into his neck, eyes brilliant with tears and criss crossed.

orgasm denial

when it comes to this, it‘s where tighnari usually likes to take the lead and show you just how harder you could cum when you‘re denying it, just a little bit.

"no, no, no!" you whine out, your cunt plastered with your own arousal, there was so much of it that it was sticking on the insides of your trembling thighs as you repeatedly tapped on his shoulders to make him realise that you really want to cum right now, twist and clench around his girth until he‘s filling you up— but don‘t be fooled, the man wasn‘t done yet, he couldn‘t be. sweat drips down his spine, of course tighnari was close too, so much he could taste it on the tip of his tongue, but there wasn‘t anything that could change his decision.

your thighs tighten around his torso as you wrap your arms around his shoulders, "i was so close." you whine out with a tear slipping from your lashes, lips pouty but shy. you catch the flexing muscles in his arms with your body as he hastily grinds himself into you again, a pitch faster than before and noticing his broken orgasm coming back, burning and prickling in his core as he groans like he was in pain, pushing your thighs into your chest to have you tighter for him.

"this one‘s the last," tighnari breathes, almost dizzy with lust but determined, "then i‘ll let you have it." it‘s a promise, a flavorful one you have heard multiple times, there‘s only to hope that he keeps it.

©2023 anantaru do not repost, copy, translate, modify

[targaryen-dynasty]

congrats on the 2k!! ❤️❤️ can i request meleys #26 for daemon pls? 🫶🫶🫶

DON‘T THREATEN ME WITH A GOOD TIME.

Part 2

CEO!Daemon Targaryen x female Reader

“i wanna fuck you right against the glass so everyone can see how good you take it”

WARNINGS: SEXUAL CONTACT—MINORS DNI; p in v, (semi) public sex, modern AU

WORDS: 1 K

NOTES: I really said "a very short drabble" lmfao and here I am giving you 1K words. The end is abrupt, but this would have been 5K words long if I hadn't stopped. I won't beta these drabbles!

Let's celebrate my milestone!

Daemon might have undone the zipper at the back of your short, black dress, but he hasn’t lowered it more than having the top of it pool around your waist. He hasn’t bothered opening your bra, and has merely tugged the flimsy fabric down to allow your breasts to spill over the black lace. 

“Want to fuck you right against the glass so everyone can see how good you take it, bunny,” he rasps into your ear, pressing his chest flush against your back to pin you to the floor-to-ceiling window of his office that overlooks the busy financial district of King’s Landing. 

Though the gold glass hitting your exposed breasts has you gasping at first, you can't deny the thrill of excitement darting up your spine. “Don’t threaten me with a good time,” you hum, biting your bottom lip as you feel his large hands push the skirt of your dress up. 

“Is that so?” he drawls, the amused tint in his voice prompting you to huff. 

The sound of him loosening the zipper in the front of his slacks is drowned out by how loud your heart beats in your ears, and you’re merely reminded that he’s done so as you feel his calloused fingers tug your panties to the side to align his hard cock with your pussy. 

“Have you–” The rest of your sentence dies on your tongue with his thick cock breaching your tightness, the words replaced by a wanton moan. 

You feel his forehead resting against the side of your head, but with your cheek pressing against the window, you’re immobilized and can’t even catch a glimpse of him from over your shoulder, only feeling his hot breath caress your skin.

It’s good he doesn’t pound into you straight away, his heavy breathing and trembling hips indicating he needs a short moment to adjust just as much as you, because it gives you the chance to voice what hasn’t left your lips before. 

You take in a deliberate breath, pressing your lips into a thin line before they part again. “Have you locked the door?”

Though he’s buzzing with arousal, enjoying the feeling of you clenching around him, his mind is still very much clear and not as hazy as yours, allowing him to scoff and mock your attempt to maintain decorum. “Didn’t I say I want everyone to know?” he hums, bringing both paws to your hips to keep you steady and still. “That also applies to my employees.”

There’s no chance for you to reply, because the moment he snaps his hips up into yours, every coherent thought flies straight out the window with his cock brushing your sweet spot.

Your palms are pressed flush against the glass, and you completely rely on him to keep you upright and supported. “God, fuck,” you pant, screwing your eyes shut. 

He squeezes your hips tight enough to surely leave some bruises in the following hours, and it’s clear as day that he’s merely using you as a means to an end, to satisfy the desperate need of having something he alone could control. 

It’s the fact that even after his older brother has conceded the executive chair to him, Viserys still gets involved to the point his younger brother truly doubts his leadership qualities. 

And if this is one way for him to cope with it, you certainly won’t complain. 

“Such a good, little slut for me,” he grunts, each thrust pushing you up against the window. “Taking me so fucking well. Getting all worked up just thinking about someone seeing us, mh, seeing how good I’m fucking you.”

Releasing a shaky whimper, you arch your back and start to grind your hips back and forth, meeting him halfways. 

Your teeth dig into your bottom lip, and you meekly shake your head despite the truth in his words. It does turn you on. “N-No,” you pant, closing your eyes as you feel the flush blossoming on your cheeks. 

Daemon scoffs yet again, and serves a harsh slap to your ass that catches you by surprise. “You’re dripping, bunny,” he mocks, the lilt of confidence and authority in his voice sending a new wave of arousal to ooze out of your cunt and trickle down his cock and heavy balls. Since he has lowered them barely enough to free himself, most of your essence is caught by the dark fabric. “I’m afraid my assistant will have to get me a new pair of pants once I’m done with you.”

He proceeds to snake his hand between your body and the glass, rubbing your clit with his nimble index and middle fingers. 

“You’re gonna cum for me, sweet thing?” He presses his chest against your back again, and dips his head forward to capture your earlobe between his teeth. It’s a grazing touch, but still has goosebumps prickling on your skin. “Daddy wants to fuck you on his desk next.”

The coil inside of you tightens quickly with all sensations hitting you at once, and you’re once again surprised by how well Daemon knows your body, strumming it like a fiddle and always getting what he wants. 

You convulse all over him with a mewl, the grinding of your hips stopping as the white, hot pleasure becomes too much. But his thrusts don’t stutter or slow down, keeping the intensity to the point you’re losing your mind. 

“That’s it,” he coos through gritted teeth. “Show everyone the pretty face you always make when you’re soaking my cock.” You’re not sure whether it’s his fingers still toying with your clit, his cock still snapping in and out of you, or if his praise alone is enough to prolong your orgasm, but you feel yourself keening at his words. 

With a few more thrusts, bringing you to the point of overstimulation, he reaches his own release, twitching cock spending itself deep inside of your quivering walls. And while you thought he’s done, considering he’s panting behind you like a mad man, you’re surprised when he pulls out and turns you on your heels. 

“Clothes off, and on the desk,” he rasps, taking a step back to allow you to move while he loosens his tie. When you don’t comply quick enough, he raises his brow. “Or do you want me to do it for you, bunny? But then you’ll have to go home naked.”

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[stayevildarling]

Natasha Romanoff x Reader- Always Pt II

A/N: I really enjoyed writing part one. Thank you everyone who has been so supportive, reblogging, liking my work and welcome to all the new followers! Also writing smut isn‘t my strong suit so I apologize in advance if this isn‘t great 😅🫶🏼

tw/tags: pure smut

word count: 2.5k

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„Detka“ Natasha pants as your hands are wrapped around her neck, the scent of the leftover alcohol and each others perfume swirling in the air around you.

She pauses her movements for a moment, looking at you with the most serious expression before she speaks again „Are you really sure about this?“ she asks and you pause for a moment, not because of what she asked but simply taken back by how beautiful she looked, despite only a small lamp and the moon illuminating her features.

Her hair falls freely down her shoulders, the shirt you had practically ripped off her exposing her shoulders and arms that have you ultimately reach for her muscles. She looks both so hot and beautiful in this moment that it made you speechless.

„We don‘t have to if it‘s too soon“ she reassures after noticing your hesitation but it quickly makes you snap out of your trance as soon as her words register in your brain. „No no nat please“ you whine, wiggling a little as the heat between your legs continues growing.

You couldn‘t believe this would be the outcome of this night or in general. You had been dreaming about this for so long, fantasizing what her lips would feel like, her strong hands caressing your body and whether she was the gentle or rough type. A part of you feels the desire to pinch yourself over and over again, begging this wasn‘t one of your dreams about her.

It‘s when she smirks after hearing the desperation in your voice, feeling your body tremble and wiggle underneath her that you realize it‘s far from a dream. Her fingers begin travelling down your chest, her left hand quickly finding your hardened buds, her right hand holding herself up above you, your faces inches apart.

Her green eyes never stop looking into yours as her fingers travel lower and lower, tracing your torso, down your stomach and towards your waistband. „Can you take these off for me detka?“ she asks, her voice dripping with sweetness, causing for the heat between your legs to continue growing.

Within an instance you abandon your clothing, the redhead chuckling to herself a little at how needy you are. Now, Natasha was feeling just as desperate to finally feel you but she couldn‘t deny enjoying seeing you in this state, as she had certainly dreamt and fantasized about this before as well.

Her fingertips travel right towards your center, slowly ghosting over your clit before she feels your juices coating her fingers. Your eyes force closed, anticipating the feeling of her fingers inside you but then she stops, retrieving her fingers alltogether before stroking your cheek in the most delicate and gentlest of ways. „Open“ she instructs, the same smirk playing on her lips from before.

You obey immediately, feeling like she could ask anything from you in this moment and you would do it without thinking twice. Right now she owned you and the two of you know that, the Black Widow still thinking about how she is going to use that to her advantage.

As soon as her fingers enter your mouth, you begin sucking and again she can‘t help but chuckle lowly as you know exactly what she wants from you. „Doing so well sweetheart“ she praises, the tone of her voice and the pet name sending you into another cloud of bliss. You hadn‘t tasted your own arousal before and you couldn‘t deny how stunning the scene in front of you is, Natasha still hovering on top of you, holding herself up as her biceps shows, nodding in agreement at your actions and perfect obedience.

Something within the air changes within an instant, her eyes growing darker, her breathing heavier as she attacks your neck in kisses, suddenly feeling the desire to make everyone know who you belong to from now on. „You‘re mine now Y/N“ she whispers as she sucks on your pulse point, causing a moan to ripple through your body.

Her kisses begin travelling lower, stopping at your hardened nipples, sucking on them and letting them go with a „pop“ noise, causing you to pant and hold onto her back a little tighter, your nails digging into her skin. Before you know it, the kisses travel down below your stomach, right to where you need her. This time she wastes no time, her tongue immediately exploring your walls. She begins sucking you violently and you struggle to control your breathing, hold your head up in order to watch her actions as the sight was definitely breathtaking.

„Fuck Nat“ you mutter, your breathing coming out more ragged by the second. Without warning she dips her tongue into you causing you to let out a scream that you are sure could be heard until the other end of the compound. Your eyes widen in realisation but as you look at the woman eating you out, she simply smirks, enjoying every second before she carries on with her ruthless pace on you.

Seconds later two of her fingers enter you, causing you to whine out again but this time her hand that she had held herself up with holds your mouth, causing her body to collapse onto yours slightly, keeping the pace rough. Natasha can feel how close you are and despite wanting to draw out each sweet noise, each scream and watching you in pure bliss, all she wants is for you to coat her fingers in your delicious juices. „Are you close detka?“ she whispers and the only thing you can do is nod as the ability to speak had left you at this point.

„Do you think you can cum for me darling?“ she pants and you nod eagerly again before her fingers pick up the pace. She is fucking you so fast and hard that you are sure you can feel her somewhere in your abdomen, forcing your eyes shut as stars begin forming in your vision. Before you know it, your orgasm washes over you as you cover her fingers in your juices. You are so caught in your bliss that you don‘t realize she let go off your mouth, causing you to scream her name over and over again, unaware of how loud your arousal is causing you to be.

Natasha lets you ride your high off gently, her tongue still circling your clit ever so gently, her fingers slowly beginning to curl at a slower pace. As soon as she feels you begin wiggling due to feeling sensitive, she lets go, immediately going over to kiss your lips, both of her hands cupping your cheeks. Her face turns from bliss and that smirk that is now reserved specifically for you, for this into concern as she sees the tears flowing down your cheeks.

„Detka.. hey“ she whispers, encouraging you to open your eyes as she wipes her hands dry before wiping your tears. „Did I.. hurt you?“ she asks carefully before you quickly shake your head. „So.. so good“ you manage to mumble as the exhaustion overcomes you.

„Good," Natasha murmurs, her thumbs brushing the tears from your cheeks. She presses another tender kiss to your lips, letting it linger. „You're amazing, detka," she whispers against your mouth, her breath warm and comforting.

You wrap your arms around her, pulling her closer, feeling her warmth seep into your skin. „Stay," you breathe, not wanting this moment to end, needing her close. Natasha smiles softly, her fingers tracing gentle patterns on your back.

„I'm not going anywhere," she assures, kissing your forehead. She shifts slightly, lying down beside you, her body still pressed close. You both lie there in a comfortable silence, your breathing slowly evening out.

After a while, Natasha's fingers start to move again, tracing circles on your skin, teasing touches that make your heart race. „Did you enjoy that, detka?" she asks, her voice low and hungry.

You nod, turning your head to meet her gaze. „I loved it," you admit, feeling a blush creep up your cheeks. „You're incredible, Nat."

Her smile widens, her green eyes twinkling with mischief. „Good to hear," she says, her hand sliding down to rest on your hip. „Because I have a lot more planned for you."

Your breath catches in your throat at her words, the anticipation and excitement flooding back. „What else do you have in mind?" you ask, your voice barely above a whisper.

Natasha chuckles softly, leaning in to kiss you again, this time with more urgency. „My turn“ she chuckles mischievously and your words have you spinning the two of you around, you quickly pinning her down which causes her to chuckle a little at your attempt.

Your mouth slowly descends on her, trailing down her stomach and getting to where you want to taste and explore her. Natasha moans loudly as soon as your tongue explores her, tasting her arousal. Her back arches as you go deeper and deeper, your tongue exploring every inch of her. Your hands grip her thighs, keeping her in place as you work your magic.

„Please“ she begs, clutching the sheets, her body trembling with need. You respond by increasing your pace, your tongue moving faster, your fingers entering her with a ruthless pace. You can feel the tension building as her green eyes beg for you, your mouth and fingers continuing to drive her closer and closer to the edge.

„Please dekta“ she begs, her hand clutching onto you and that‘s when you begin curling your fingers perfectly inside her, feeling her walls pulse around your hand. Natasha can‘t hold it back any longer, she cries out your name, her body convulsing in pleasure as her orgasm crashes over the redhead. You don‘t stop, your mouth and fingers guiding her right through her high.

Finally, you slow your movements gently to let her ride out her high. Natasha pulls you into her arms, holding you close to her chest as she catches her breathing, planting kisses all over your cheeks.

After a while, you start to move, your fingers tracing circles on her skin, teasing touches that make her breath hitch. „Did you enjoy that, Nat?" you ask, your voice low and sweet.

She nods, her eyes sparkling with satisfaction. „I loved it," she admits, her voice breathy. „You're incredible detka“.

Your smile widens, feeling a surge of confidence. „Good to hear“ you say, your hand sliding down to rest on her hip.

„You're so beautiful," you say softly, your fingers tracing her lips.

She smiles, nuzzling into your neck. „I could say the same about you," she replies, her voice filled with affection.

Natasha chuckles softly, her fingers tracing on your back „I think we make a pretty good team“ she chuckles causing you to hold onto her a little closer.

You nod, feeling the love for the woman who‘s arms you are lying in. „We do Tasha“ you mumble, trailing off about the last few days and what has happened since. And for some reason you have a feeling this will last and you‘ll belong to her, always.

[skipper1331]

Puzzle Piece // Jessie Fleming

a/n: based off this request.

You joined Chelsea in the summer transfer window three seasons ago. Your transfer was one of the best transfers ever. From the French league to the English one. The media went wild, you were known for your incredible talent and the elegance in your playing style. Many clubs wanted you, as well there were many conversations with clubs in different leagues but Chelsea offered the perfect deal which is exactly why you joined the Blues.

It was the right decision.

Everybody was welcoming and kind, they made you feel at home in less than two weeks. It was a plus that you knew Sam already, the Australian who had taken you under her wing the moment you joined the Matildas.

And then there was Jessie, the girl you only knew from Sam‘s stories. She seemed shy at first but when the barrier was broken between the two of you, you discovered her talkative side - a side of her you enjoyed very much. The heart eyes which appeared after some time, noticeable for each teammate.

-

"You like her, don‘t you?“ Sam asked as you leaned against the post.

Caught off guard, denying bubbled out of your mouth, "What?! No! I don‘t like Jessie"

Smirking, she replied, "So how did you know i was talking about her?"

"Because i was looking at her for too long" immediately your hand flew to your mouth, turning with wide eyes to the Australian, "i didn‘t stare, i- um, she-" your attempt to defend yourself fell to deaf ears, the striker already with the widest grin smiling.

-

It was easy to fall for her, so easy. You went through different stages of emotions until realization hit you.

Happy

When did it start? You couldn‘t tell. You had joined Chelsea seasons ago and somehow the freckled girl owned your attention. Being near her made your heart go crazy. With her sweet personality, she made you feel good about yourself and the happiness she brought you, slowly crept through your whole body like a disease - it was a pleasant and joyful state of mind.

It was simple: she made you happy.

Confusion

Why did you feel like that? Your mind was consumed by Jessie.

Do you want to be with her?

Do you want to be her?

or do you want to be her friend?

you didn't know. You wanted to be her friend, but then again you didn‘t, you know? Because how can you simply be friends with someone when everytime you look at them, you're thinking about how much more you really want.

Maybe you wanted everything - you couldn‘t tell.

Vulnerability

Being around Jessie made you feel safe, as if you could let your walls down. You put your heart on the line, even if it meant heartache in the end. She encouraged the most authentic version of yourself to come to the forefront. It scared you. Of course, she didn‘t know anything about your feelings or that she was the one who you felt the most appreciated with. This kind of vulnerability was different compared to the platonic vulnerability - deeper on many ways.

You loved your friends and those special connections but with Jessie, it was different - you couldn‘t tell what was.

Realization

1)

The first realization had hit you in the middle of the night. You were laying in your bed, laptop opened as you stared at the screen.

Am I in love - Test

You‘ve read enough books to know the feeling of being in love but you never experieced it yourself, so was the thing you felt for Jessie really love? Not knowing how to answer you just did the test. You did multiple - each one answering with 'yes'

You were in love with Jessie Fleming, there was no denying - not anymore.

2)

The second realization hit you slowly, over weeks pieces were slowly put together.

piece one: you‘d never stand a chance.

piece two: niamh and Jessie were inseparable - they live together.

piece three: she was Jessie Fleming, why would she ever want to be with you?

piece four: Jess and Niamh were a couple.

It broke your heart when piece four was added to the puzzle - the final realization. All these happy feelings you felt towards Jessie turned into silent admiring, heart aching for the sweet smile and hoping, maybe even praying that she was happy.

from afar.

-

"Why don’t you ask her out?" Sam asked as she threw her arm over your shoulder, pulling you away from the scene. "Why would I?" you asked confused. Jessie had a girlfriend, it was obvious. You wouldn‘t ask a taken lady out. Besides, Niamh was your friend and you would never disrespect her like that.

"She’s clearly in love with you too?!" the striker stated, the two of you still walking. You gave a short sarcastic laugh before you got serious, "no, she isn‘t."

Sam stopped, your body automatically stopping too, "look behind me discreetly. She‘s looking at us, isn‘t she?" you looked over her shoulder slightly, the Canadian girl watching both of you.

You nodded.

"She always does"

"Why? She and Niamh-"

"Please don‘t finish that sentence," the Australian held the bridge of her nose, sighing, "do you think they are a couple?"

nervously, your hand made its way up to your neck, scratching it, "maybe" you mumbled, looking to the ground.

The striker started laughing, your cheeks turning red in embarrassment, "why would you think that?" she asked, still laughing as tears started to roll down her cheeks. "Stop laughing!" you grumbled, hitting her arm, "they live together! What do you expect me to think?"

"You‘re so cute" Sam pinched your cheeks, giggling, "they are friends" she stated, in a more serious tone this time.

"Okay"

-

Even though, you knew now that Niamh and Jess were only friends something felt wrong - which was why you avoided the midfielder. Like always your heart raced at the presence of the Canadian, it just felt different. Your skin would still tingle and your mind would still go crazy but the pieces didn’t fit anymore.

piece one: you‘d never stand a chance, right?

piece two: niamh and Jessie were inseparable - best friends.

piece three: she was Jessie Fleming, why would she ever want to be with you?

piece four: Jessie was single.

It was almost impossible to clear your head with Jess near you, so that‘s why you started to distance yourself. She was your teammate, you would see her either way but the least you could do was to try to bring some distance between the two of you - doing drills with someone else, sitting at lunch next someone else, …

Of course, the midfielder noticed your behavior. She noticed it the moment you sat next to Guro instead of her. She shot you a questioning look and a helpless one to Niamh. Why didn‘t you sit next to her? You always did.

There was a drift in your dynamic which not only got noticed by Jessie herself but the team too. Question marks were written over their faces, what had happened? Usually, there was mutual vibe between the two of you. They were curious yet respected the change.

Sweet girl Jessie did not. She didn‘t like the fact that you didn‘t sit next to her at lunch nor did she like the fact that not more than a few words were exchanged with one another. What happened to the long talking days and nights?

-

"Sam, hey, can- can I talk to you for a moment?" the brunette asked your national teammate as she was about to enter the gym. "Sure, what’s up?"

"Did I do something wrong? With Y/n? She has been avoiding me" she mumbled, cheeks turning red at the mention of your name. Jess had always thought you had a beautiful name.

The striker looked at the girl who looked so small, shy and hurt. "No, you didn’t" Sam admitted. The Australian debated with herself how much she should tell the girl, she didn’t want to stab you in the back, but it was clear that you were building your walls back up - the walls Jess broke down. "She‘s in her head" was the answer she replied with.

"What do you mean?"

"I can’t tell you"

-

At home, the Canadian confronted her best friend. She didn‘t know what to do, she needed help.

"This is so frustrating" Jessie huffed with crossed arms after what felt like hours of talking and discussing the topic with Niamh.

"It isn‘t"

"It is!"

"Close your eyes" the defender requested, "what‘s your favorite colour? Leave your eyes closed" not knowing what else to do the midfielder answered without hesitation.

"yellow"

"What day is today?"

"Tuesday"

"What did you eat for breakfast?"

"Toast"

"Who do you want to kiss?"

"y/n" Jessie answered, her eyes opening in shock, "you tricked me."

"It worked though" the English woman smirked, "ask her out" she encouraged her friend.

With that being said Niamh left Jessie‘s room, the night starting as Jess thought about everything.

-

You sat on the couch, soft music playing in the background as you read your current book. Completely in another universe with your thoughts, you overheard the gentle knock on your front door.

Just as the guest decided to give up the knocking - it seemed like you weren‘t at home, you opened the door. Your hair was loose, fluffy socks, pants and hoodie hugging your body as you held your book in one hand, "oh hi?" you greeted, surprised to see the Canadian in front of your door at such a late hour. "May I come in?" she asked, her voice not too loud.

"Yeah sure" you stepped aside, so she could step in, the brunette looking around. She had been here before and as always it made her feel warm and welcomed, that’s just the way your home was - like you.

"Is everything alright?" you asked while she took a seat on your couch.

"Of course" she replied sweetly, smiling brightly. You didn’t comment that her smile was fake, that it wasn‘t a genuine smile - it didn‘t reach the corner of her eyes nor were her little dimples shown.

She picked up the remote from your coffee table and opened her favorite show on Netflix, "join me, please" she requested gently.

Putting your book aside, you placed yourself next to the midfielder. There was a fair amount of space between the two of you as neither of you sat comfortably on the couch. Both of you sat there somehow stiff and nervous, no more words exchanged. When you laid your hand beside your thigh, perfectly in the middle of the space between you, you didn‘t know what you expected or if you expected anything. You just couldn‘t sit still and stiff anymore on the couch, so you shifted your weight.

Her show was long forgotten when she saw your hand resting close. Should she take it? Could she intertwine your fingers? The tip of her ears had already turned red at the thought of doing it, however her cheeks only turned red when she placed her hand next to yours, inching as close as possible. Now, the sides of your hands were touching, both of your hearts racing, breaths hitching. You looked at her, her gaze fixed on the tv. When she didn‘t look at you like you somehow hoped she would, your stare fell back on the tv.

With a shaky breath, her pinky started to caresses yours before she intertwined them. This time, she looked at you, cheeks her as her breath was uneven. The simple link of your pinkies made your heart go crazy, the pieces twirling around your mind, heart and soul. What was going on? Which piece was the right one? Which one was missing? Was it even the right puzzle?

With a gentle motion, you laced all of your fingers together, your eyes searching for the midfielders.

As you were about to open your mouth, Jessie‘s index finger stopped you, "don’t say anything, close your eyes" she mumbled shyly, yet so determined, "please."

With a bit of hesitation, you followed her gentle demand. While her free hand placed one loose strand of hair back behind your ear, the other one still held yours firmly, both of you enjoying the touch.

Slowly, she inched closer - her breath fanning against your lips, stopping only about an inch away from them, "you drive me crazy" she whispered, "running through my mind all day." she felt so close, her hand cupping your cheek, "I can’t stop thinking about you" and then her lips touched yours, it was a peck, nothing more.

You opened your eyes, staring into the missing piece. Your gaze flicked between her eyes and lips - up and down, down and up. You wanted to feel her lips again, for longer than just a second.

"You are always on my mind" you breathed out, looking at her lips. As a respond, she squeezed your hand, go for it, she told you. And you did, this time with no hesitation. You pressed your mouth against her own, pouring all your emotions into the kiss, the same as Jess did. The kiss was gentle and loving yet passionate - pieces were put together.

When air became a problem, you pulled apart, cheeks crimson red as both of you looked shyly at one another, sheepish smiles covering your faces.

The final piece was found - Jess was in love with you.

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[filynxs]

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official art from the manga Bungo Stray dogs

⚝ You are Dazai's nurse and look after him while he is in hospital. And you can't deny that he has piqued your interest. When he asks you for permission to use his phone, you explain the rules and that he's not allowed to do so until he's in a better condition. However, he offers you something you can't refuse...

⚝ Dazai Osamu x fem!reader

⚝ 18+; sexual content; s*x with benefits; tease

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Disclaimer: I REwrote this scene, meaning that this oneshot does NOT contain SA in any ways (no subcon/dubcon/noncon).

You step into Dazai‘s room, noticing the open windows that let a soft breeze in. As you look around you see him watching the colorful sunset, thus a smile creeps over your lips.

He notices your steps and looks over to you, raising his brows as his eyes wander to the tray you are holding in your hands. As always, you are bringing him his meal.

"What did you bring me today?" he asks, his voice lacing playfulness as he watches you approach his bed.

Putting the tray onto the small table next to his bed, you let out a shy chuckle and pour water into his glass.

"Today we are serving you a piece of pizza." you answer him, jokingly presenting the food like an Italian waiter would do in a noble restaurant.

Dazai laughs and claps into his hands a few times, and you can‘t help but notice the way how his eyes wander over your body for a moment. Your cheeks heat up ever so slightly, but you act like you didn‘t see anything.

The wind that comes from the windows brushes your skin, sending a shiver down your spine.

"Isn‘t it a bit cold today?" you ask him, walking towards the windows to close them, "I‘ll close the—"

"No, don‘t." he interrupts you, and as you look over to him you see a calm and serious expression on his handsome face, "I like the soft breeze."

Pressing your lips together to a small smile, you nod and let the windows open. For a while you just stay there, looking back into his alluring, brown pair of eyes that seem so unreadable. It‘s like they are hiding something dark in their irises. Something that no one was able to find out yet.

"Are you just going to stare at me now?" he laughs, one corner of his mouth twitching up to a cheeky grin as he tilts his head. "I mean, I can‘t blame you."

You gulp, widening your eyes as they hastily dart over the place. "N-no!" you stutter out, your voice sounding breathy and even a little high pitched. "I‘m sorry. I won‘t disturb you any longer."

With fast steps you approach the door, not meeting his gaze again. However, he stops you by calling out to you.

"Miss," his voice rings in your ears like sweet honey, and you turn around to face him, "May I ask you a question?"

Brushing a strand of your H/C hair behind your ear, you nod and hum with a gentle tone. You can feel your heart beating a tad faster in your chest, pumping the nervousness through your veins as you excitedly await his question.

"Will you allow me to make a phone call?" he questions, raising his brows as his grin fades into a smaller smile, "I‘m going to make it quick."

You chew on your lower lip. There are rules in your hospital. The patients are only allowed to get their phones back again when they leave the hospital or when they are in a better condition. Dazai, however, has been here for one or two days only. You don‘t want to disappoint him, but you can‘t just break the rules either. Unless…

"I apologize, Sir, but I can‘t allow you to do so just yet." you reply, folding your hands together to seem more professional than you already are. However, your professional attitude looses its strength as the blush on your cheeks increases. The way how he looks at you with those eyes… it‘s driving you crazy.

"Ahh, that‘s disappointing." he sighs deeply, looking down at his hands for a moment. You can see his faint grin on his lips. And you could see it from miles away. It feels like he is plotting something, and he most definitely is. "I would do anything to get my phone just for one call." he utters after a pause, gazing right back up into your eyes.

The look on his face says more than thousand words could. He is implying something, and you know exactly what it is. Seems like he took notice of your flustered behavior towards him. After all, he is used to reactions like these. Women cannot resist his charming side at all.

"Anything?" you repeat, and it feels so criminal on your tongue. Dazai knows exactly what you wanted from him from the very beginning. But you‘re unsure if this is right. He is your patient, and you are his nurse. You could loose your job if someone finds out about this little arrangement of the two of you.

The brunet nods slowly, and his grin widens on his glossy lips. With his index finger he motions you to come over to him. Thus you close the door behind you and approach him with small, hesitant steps.

"No need to be so shy, Miss." he reassures you, taking your hand as you stop right next to his bed. Gently he strokes your fingers with his, and goosebumps spread all over your skin. His fingers long so slim and long, and his entire hands are attractive to your eyes. "Just tell me what you want from me."

You swallow, feeling how dry your throat is. Your eyes gaze away from his, down to his beautiful hands that are caressing yours. You want those hands to caress your body, to wrap around your neck like a cute necklace…

Is it unprofessional? Maybe. But will you have another opportunity to grand you this wish? Most definitely not.

"I—" you pause, biting your lower lip as your entire face begins to redden even more. He muses you with a smile, adoring your cute face which is filled with embarrassment. "I want to sleep with you. Then, I will give you the permission to use your phone."

In satisfaction his grin widens, slightly showing his straight, white teeth. A soft chuckle escapes him, and he moves his hand further up your arm.

"Deal." he purrs, his voice being low as he speaks to you, lacing seduction which is apparent on his eyes as well. It‘s almost like his entire mood shifted in a matter of seconds, changing from the playful guy to the flirty seducer. "Let‘s do it right here, Miss Y/N."

"You remember my name?" you softly ask, your voice being merely above a whisper as you slowly get onto his bed. Sitting down on his lap, you feel his arms wrapping around your waist. With raised brows you muse him, trying to act calm while your flushed face shows something different.

"I don‘t miss a detail, Y/N." he chuckles, moving his hands towards your nurse uniform to slowly open its buttons, "And I noticed the way how you looked at me the very first time you stepped into this room."

"How did I look at you, exactly?"

Your question causes him to smirk, and his eyes wander from your chest up to your eyes.

"Like you wanted to fuck me."

He lets out a soft and amused laugh as he watches your embarrassed reaction. You tightly press your lips together and look away, feeling how your heart knocks against your chest.

"It‘s alright." he snickers, looking down at your round breasts again as he continues to unbutton your uniform. His hands slide over your clothed nipples as he does so, and he is taking his damn time to open the last few buttons. "I‘ve always wanted to try it with a nurse."

His attitude, no, his entire personality is so playful and vulgar. Even better than you imagined it was. And this is what caused your interest in him to grow. He‘s not just handsome.

With last slow movements he undoes the last buttons of your uniform, helping you out of it before letting it land on the floor. Now you‘re sitting on his lap with your white lingerie on, and the soft wind that comes through the windows brushes your entire, bare body. The brise sends a shiver down your spine, but your body immediately heats up as Dazai begins to play with it.

Slowly he moves his hands up to your breasts, massaging them through your erotic looking bra which gives him a perfect view of your hard nipples. A thin lace fabric covers them only, thus he rubs them through your bra.

You moan in reply to his touches, moving your hips on his lap as you arch your back. No man has ever touched you like he does. One can tell that Dazai Osamu is skilled in what he‘s doing.

"Oh, so you like this?" he chuckles, opening your bra to throw it away, "I‘m going to be a bit more bold then."

His lips move to your hard nipple as he squeezes your breast, taking it into his mouth to greedily suck on it. The way how his tongue plays with that sensitive spot causes you to moan, but you try your best not to be too loud. After all, someone could barge into this room any time. This is also what scares you. However, you start to forget your worries as Dazai pulls away, looking up at you before pushing the blanket off his body.

He guides you onto his lap again, pulling the blanket back to halfway cover what he‘s going to do to you now. Then, with his slim fingers he easily slides your panties off and puts them right there where the rest of your clothes is: To the ground.

But you couldn‘t care less at the moment. Your entire attention is focused on Dazai and how his fingers begin to caress your swollen clit. He skillfully massages it in circling movements, and your soft moans show him that he‘s doing it damn right. You squirm against his touches, savoring every tiny sensation he causes in your body.

Just when you are about to come, you grab his wrist and stop him. He gazes at you, arousal and amusement filling his chocolate brown eyes as he studies your breathlessness. He sure has a large impact on how you feel. And he knows that.

"Wait." you pant, feeling how a drop of sweat rolls down your temple, "I want to come on your cock, please."

He bites his lip, so sensually and seductively that you feel like you‘re going to loose your mind. Every single move he makes is turning you on right now, as if he‘s using magic on you.

"As you wish, cherie." he says with a husky tone in his voice and proceeds to slide his pants slightly down along with his boxers. His erection greets your hungry eyes, throbbing and twitching in anticipation, and eager for your attention.

Slowly sitting down on it, you begin to grind yourself on his shaft. It throbs against your slick pussy, ready to enter your warmth. Just as if someone is knocking against a door to get in. And he wants to get in very badly. For him, it even feels like he‘s not only doing this for the deal anymore. He wants you.

Soft groans escape him and he holds your hips, squeezing your skin to make you go faster. But you don‘t go faster. Instead, you slowly rise, letting your pussy hover just above his tip, which already leaks pre cum.

"Are you teasing me?" he grunts through his gritted teeth, sending you an aroused grin that causes you to smile too.

"Maybe a little bit." you snicker breathily, "It‘s more fun with a little bit of tease."

He laughs and leans forward to your breasts, kissing your nipples before giving them a gentle bite. His hips jerk upwards ever so slightly, trying to make his cock meet your entrance.

You can‘t wait any longer and let yourself down in response to his eager movements, tenderly taking his entire length between your folds. The two of you gasp in unison, exhaling sharply when you begin to move. Your hips circle, and as you lean forwards you proceed to ride his erection. As you do so, your clit touches his cock with every time you move downwards.

Not being able to contain yourself anymore, you groan out loud, letting your satisfaction be audible for him. And he definitely likes what you are doing. Just the sight of you riding his cock makes his mind go blank, even causing him to forget about the reason why he‘s in hospital at all. And how your nipples touch his clothed torso with every movement arouses him, because your perfectly formed breasts show how much you like this.

His length fills every tiny inch of your womb up as you continue to ride him, and you can‘t deny that the warm feeling of him inside you makes you sweat. And not just that. This entire moment is making you sweat. The air between you two is steamy and thick with arousal, showing the sexual bond between you two while your bodies are connected.

One of his hands moves up to your breast, giving it a light squeeze before rolling your hard nipple between his index finger and thumb. Your body trembles in satisfaction, and you can sense how your climax is approaching you.

Before you reach your own orgasm, Dazai does so, and he moans your name as his warm seed fills you up. He closes his eyes as he savors this intimate moment, enjoying the pleasure your pussy just made him experience.

Your tight walls clench around him the moment you reach your own peak of satisfaction, arching your back as you groan into the hot air. A small drop of spit rolls down the corner of your mouth as you come, emphasizing just how much you enjoyed this moment.

Dazai muses your lust filled face as you come all over his shaft, coating him with your warm, sweet nectar that squirts out of you. He runs his tongue over his lower lip as he moves his hand from your breast up to your neck, wrapping around it to pull your face towards him.

"This felt amazing, Y/N." he chuckles softly, his voice hoarse and lacing arousal. His lips find their way to yours, and you two kiss, intertwining your pair of soft lips in a dance of passion. You taste him as your tongues move together, fighting over the dominance of this moment.

To catch your breath, you pull away, and a spit string follows your tongue as you separate.

"Dazai," you pant, your voice still sounding horny and needy for him, "thank you very much."

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It has been a few hours, maybe two, since you and Dazai had that intimate moment today. Your heart can‘t stop beating in a fast pace, and you feel like you are going to pass out in the next moment.

Your cheeks, no, your entire face is flushed, filled with embarrassment and arousal. The things you two did do not leave your mind for a second, and you don‘t know if you‘ll be able to sleep properly tonight.

However, what you do know is that you have to talk to him. Because your feelings are a literal mess.

Knocking on the open door of his room, you notice him still having the important phone call he needed to make. He pauses and turns his head into your direction, flashing you a small smile.

Ashamed, you look at him, trying to hide your flustered expression. "Dazai, please excuse me for what I did earlier." you blurt out, your voice tiny and sweet.

"Ah, Miss. Thank you for allowing me to use my phone." he thanks you, acting like nothing happened earlier. However, while his voice sounds nonchalant and entirely casual, his grin shows you that he is still thinking about your moment. He winks at you, and your heart skips a beat.

"Sure, and…" you pause, not even looking at him again. You let your eyes wander to the phone in his hand, wondering who that person is he is talking to. "And if you don‘t mind… can we do it just once more? In a single room this time?"

He breaths out a delighted laugh, and his gaze stays on your entire figure while you don‘t even manage to look into his eyes.

"Ah, if I feel like it."

[fallingdownhell]

Hello :)

Hope you're doing well

Can i request something with reader(close friend) falling asleep on Genshin men's shoulders?

Scaramouche, Kazuha, Kaveh, Alhaitham, Childe

Awww, that's such a cute idea!<3

Characters Included: Scaramouche; Kazuha; Kaveh; Alhaitham

Content: gender neutral reader; honestly only fluff, nothing bad happening here

Word count: 1.130 words

Hope you like it and enjoy<3

Scaramouche

honestly not the best person to do this with

like, full on would either wake you up or push you off of him, especially if you guys are anywhere out in public

I'm sorry, but he just doesn't want to be seen by anyone like this

However, the closer you get to him, the more he would start to tolerate it

He would still push you off his shoulder, not wanting the physical contact it brings, but he would make sure that you wouldn‘t wake up so your rest would be undisturbed

Especially in public would still push you off him, but more to the point where you would be in a simple sitting position. However, he would make sure that no one else would disturb your sleep, either.

Throws everyone out of the room to ensure no one causes you to wake up, and he simply continues doing his work

But, if your friendship with him has persisted for a while and he trusts you, he would let you rest on his shoulder, in private only!

He does not want to be perceived as weak by his subordinates or the other harbingers, but if you two are alone, he has no reason to pretend anymore. You‘ve already seen the worst of him, all his different sides and faces, so why should he bother?

While you rest on his shoulder, he simply continues his work, unbothered by the situation

However, if he notices your body swaying and your head threatening to fall of, he puts a hand up to your forehead, keeping it in place so you don‘t bump your head on the table or whatever other surface

Would definitely deny doing this if you ever wake up like this, telling you that you‘re only imagining things in your half asleep state of mind, but if you‘re quick enough, you can see a light blush on his cheeks before he looks away

Overall will get used to it over time, just have patience with him and he will make sure you can rest undisturbed

6-7/10, gets better with time

Kazuha

Great person to do this with

Even when you‘re only friends, Kazuha enjoys being close to the people he cherishes

He loves spending time out in nature and often invites you to join him on his little adventures

While he sits and enjoys the scenery after a long walk or some mountain climbing, you are exhausted by today‘s endeavors

Kazuha also notices this, seeing as you drift between sleep and awake right next to him all the time

Before your body is able to fall over to the ground, he catches your head with a hand, gently placing it on his shoulder as you‘re already deep asleep

He just smiles softly as he continues to watch the scenery while allowing you to rest right here, leaned into him

He might recite a few poems even when knowing that you‘re not hearing them right now, but that is alright. He knows you find his voice soothing, so he hopes it brings you some comfort in your sleep

When it starts to get colder and darker, he feels it‘s time to get you back home again. Gently waking you up, he waits till you‘re fully conscious again before offering you his hand to guide you back down the path

Overall, is okay with the physical contact and closeness, will ensure that you get your well deserved rest

10/10, would recommend

Kaveh

Well…

How to say this in a nice way…

Kaveh would not be the best person to let someone rest on his shoulder..

It‘s not that he doesn‘t like it when you do it, it‘s just that the timing you would pick to do it is not the best one..

most likely it would happen after a day of hanging out with him

you both would sit in his room at Alhaitham's house, just talking when you grow tired

Kaveh, being the good friend that he is, offers you to take his bed for the time being, but you refuse, saying that you want to spend more time with him despite being tired

he appreciates you for that, but he's also concerned about your well being

still, he lets you stay by his side, but as he notices you getting more and more sleepy, he decides to move both of you over to his work table

he tells you to just rest on his shoulder for a short time, while he works on some sketches in the meantime

what sounds like a good idea turns out to be a nightmare

Kaveh is quite expressive in everything he does

so when something goes wrong with his sketch, he temoprarily forgets that you rest on his shoulder

he starts yelling, throwing his body back and forth, which almost causes you to slam your head multiple times

he apologizes profusely after it happens, swearing that it will not happen again and that he'll keep still this time, so just give him another shot

Spoiler alert... it happens again..

at this point, just give it up or create an environment where he's not likely to get distracted by anything

Overall, 6-7/10, great in the beginning, but could end with a concussion on your end if you're not careful

Alhaitham

honestly, if you're at this point of friendship with Alhaitham where you can do this without him minding it, you honestly won in life

like, no jokes

this man does not tolerate many people around him to begin with, and much less in his personal space

so for him to allow you to sleep on his shoulder is actually a pretty big sign of how much he likes and trusts you

plus, if you're asleep on him like that, it feels to him like he just got double the achivements

he gets to spend time with you, while he can also continue his studies and reading while you rest for a while

Win-win situation in his head

however, this situation would not occur outside his safe space, his own home

not that he would mind being seen, but he doesn't want other people to assume that they can just freely invade his personal space

that privilege is reserved only for a handful of people

also, will make sure that your rest would go by undisturbed

if Kaveh were to return home while you're fast asleep on his shoulder, he glares at the blonde, warning him without words to better keep quiet while he's home

I feel like, at some point during your rest, he would reach a hand up to absentmindedly run his fingers through your hair for a few seconds, before he removes them again, acting like nothing had happened just there

Overall, 9/10, would recommend as well

[jolieblack]

Something finally came to me! (I usually can’t write to prompts to save my life.)

May Prompts 2024 by @calaisreno

May 24th: Imperfect

We've always done things the wrong way round.

We moved in together at a time when we knew no more than four or five facts about each other. Significant facts, granted, such as John being a war veteran and me having no patience with idiots, but neither of us could have claimed to have had anything even close to the full picture at the time. I sometimes wonder what would have happened if either of us had. Only on my really bad days, though.

I don’t have all that many of those any more, luckily. And when I do, I have plenty of good memories to help me pull myself up again. Take the ones of how we confessed our love to each other to a beautifully decorated room full of people in festive dress and in even more festive spirit, to much applause and cheering and well-wishing. Yes, you heard that plural right. Those are two separate memories, years apart and in two different places. I got to go first, and it wasn’t even me who was getting married at the time. That’s another thing that most couples would do differently. Coordinate it a bit better, at least.

The second time around, as a lot of you will remember well, it was John's turn to talk, and I‘d been told in no uncertain terms to keep my mouth shut and say nothing, not even to correct his grammar, till he was done. I can now attest that it is true that the groom never gets to have a say in anything at his own wedding. Someone got his late revenge there. And believe me, that doesn’t depend on whether it’s one groom or two. Yes, and I know there are still people out there even in this day and age who feel that it’s not normal to have two grooms at all. They can all go away and never show their ugly faces again where I can see them, or smell the foul breath of the bigoted filth they’re spouting. That’s not the wrong way around, that couldn’t be more right for both of us.

But we did other things the wrong way around, too. In most romantic stories, killing someone to save the person you love is usually the culmination of long mutual trust and dedication. It‘s supposed to be the crowning glory, the final sealing of a bond that has long been in the making. It’s not supposed to be the starting point. And John is usually the more patient of the two of us, but when it came to this, he could barely contain himself for 36 hours after our very first meeting before he did it. Ever heard of timing and pacing, Doctor, I hear you people wonder? And he’s supposed to be the one with the talent for good storytelling. The timing was good, though. The timing was excellent. There’s another 'what if' for you that is no fun to contemplate at all.

There is killing out of love, and - I have to say it, I can’t not, I‘d be lying by omission if I didn't - there's also dying out of love. I doubt, however, that there’s anyone out there who has ever put a more elaborate effort into pretending to die out of love than I have. As far as I‘m aware, that’s not really a romantic convention, either, and I sincerely hope I haven’t started a trend. I honestly can’t recommend it. Effort is well and good, and I dare say the execution in my case was flawless, but I can’t deny there was a certain lack of forethought as to the emotional impact on both parties concerned. Don‘t try this at home, folks.

People also usually date first, then start cohabiting, then get married, then raise children together. Please don’t ask me to define at what time in our lives exactly John and I were dating and when we weren’t yet. To this day we have never been able to agree on a definition for this mysterious activity that emphatically, according to John, for whatever reason, does not encompass two people who like each other going out together and having fun. But it is an undisputed fact that we had been raising a child together for a good while before we got married. And we have been going out together and having fun for years uncounted now. Crime scenes never fail to work that particular magic on us. Oh wait, no, that was another example I had on my list for what most other couples do differently. Hang on, do I see a certain Chief Inspector of Scotland Yard raise his hand in objection? Raising both hands, actually, showing us… what, seven fingers? Is that the number of couples working for the Metropolitan Police that you know personally who have met at crime scenes? Or are you reminding us of the number of times John and I were actually kicked off a crime scene because we were enjoying ourselves entirely too much, and were told not to come back till we could behave like adults? I could have sworn those were more than seven occasions, but I‘ll take your word for it.

Talking of raising a child together, I‘m sure Rosie will say a word or three about that herself later, but I have never understood why most of you had doubts about the practicability of that particular endeavour. Let me just tell you that a baby carrier is entirely compatible with a cashmere scarf, or didn’t you know cashmere can absorb up to a third of its own dry weight in liquid? And it got only easier from there when Rosie grew older and stopped affectionately drooling on whoever enjoyed the happy privilege of holding her and carrying her around. She hasn’t demanded being carried around in a good while now, and I don’t know what our poor old backs would say to that these days. But we were talking about happy memories, weren’t we, so there’s another. And at least in the metaphorical sense, I hope you know, Rosie, that you’ll be held and carried for as long as you want and need, as long as we both live. You were my daughter even before I was your father’s husband, and that has been one of the greatest honours bestowed on me in my life.

Because this is who we are, isn’t it, our crazy little family, where nothing is as you’d expect it to be. But we still wouldn’t have it any other way, topsy-turvy, weird, flawed and utterly imperfect, but also utterly us, unique, one of a kind. I don’t know if it was fate that threw us together, or if it really was just a whim on the part of the comfortable, corpulent, bespectacled gentleman sitting at this table over here, smirking with his trademark benevolence. But there’s a debt of gratitude to be paid there, and today is a good day to do it. In this at least, we’re doing the conventional thing, but who’s to say we’re not allowed to do that at least once in a quarter-century.

So, ladies and gentlemen, dear friends and family from far and wide, I give you: John Watson, the man of my life, the man at my side for over thirty years, and for exactly twenty-five years in the legal sense on this very day. Please raise your glasses with us to the next twenty-five. And for God’s sake stop snivelling like that, Mycroft. You’re embarrassing the whole room.

[yunohawkeye]

Their crush falling asleep on them - Headcanons

for Dazai, Atsushi and Ranpo

I‘ve recently started watching BSD and am a little bit obsessed with the characters.

I‘m only at the end of season 2 so I don‘t know all the characters yet but I‘d love to interact a bit with the fandom and even write some more for it.

no beta - we die like men

Dazai

There‘s a knowing smirk on his lips even before it happens. Or who do you think freed up your schedule after you said that you didn‘t get much sleep that night and made sure to line up your breaks? At first he was planning on having a little fun with your tired self but when he saw how tired you were, he couldn‘t bring himself to be that mean to you today.

When your head hit his shoulder he was already holding out an arm to catch you. As he looked down at your form he couldn‘t stop his heart from skipping a beat. Seeing you laying there against him, not a care in the world, he brushes a stray strand of hair out of your face and lets his fingers rest on your cheek just a little bit too long for it to be a friendly gesture.

He of course knew that he wasn‘t really hiding his feelings for you at the moment but for some reason, he just didn‘t care. Not with this warm feeling in his stomach.

This is Dazai, so of course he already knew you had feelings for him even if you were still either oblivious or in denial. For so long he was content to keep you at a distance, to keep you safe from him and his life. After all, he‘s a dangerous man with many enemies.

But right now, with you leaning against him and such warmth in his chest that made him feel something he never experienced before, he felt happy, content - not something he was used to.

It‘s scary, he feels so vulnerable even though you can‘t even perceive him at the moment, but it was thrilling. And who is he if not a man seeking out the thrills of life.

He moves his fingers away from your face and instead strokes through your hair, murmuring in a volume only you‘d be able to hear, „Rest well, belladonna. You deserve it.“

Even in your sleeping state you could swear that you felt a pair of lips on the top of your head but - that‘s just a dream, right?

Atsushi

The moment Atsushi feels your head hit his shoulder he jerks up and looks at you with wide eyes, a deep blush adorning his cheeks once he realizes the situation he found himself in. Of course, his initial reaction is to panic as he feels your weight against his own and your head on his shoulder.

Did you mean to do that? Or was this an accident? You couldn‘t have wanted for this to happen, right? Why would you choose him out of all people? This had to be a mistake-

His train of thought stopped when he heard a sigh escape your lips and felt you shift closer to him. A deep breath later he looks at you, hovering his arm around you, although not brave enough to actually touch you. Atsushi didn‘t know if you actually wanted this and he‘d rather die than do something to make you uncomfortable.

Seeking guidance he looks up from your sleeping form and meets eyes with Dazai on the other side of the room. But his mentor's mischievous smile and encouraging nod was all he needed at this moment.

Head red as a tomato he puts his arm around you and ever so slightly pulls you closer. He felt his heart pounding in his chest and was definitely sure you could as well if you were awake. But even in this state Atsushi couldn‘t deny how happy it made him that you trusted him enough to choose him.

As you instinctively snuggled up to him he wasn‘t able to keep his eyes away from your form, studying your features up close and falling more in love with you for every new dimple or imperfection he found.

While he was lost in you he didn‘t notice all the small smiles and smirks directed at you both, neither the low chuckle from Dazai who decided to leave it be for now, but was already preparing to tease Atsushi later.

Ranpo

If you think your head falling onto his shoulder was a surprise for Ranpo, there‘s definitely a lot you have to learn.

He saw your eyes falling closed for a while now, so when your head came close to his shoulder he was already holding out an arm to catch and cuddle you close without even looking in your general direction.

A small chuckle escapes him as he starts boasting, „Thought you could surprise me by falling asleep on me, eh? Well, think again! I‘m the best detective in the world after all!“

Even though he was caught up in his antics, as soon as he feels you stir against him Ranpo halts in his movements and immediately shuts up. As he looks down at your sleeping form, green eyes visible, a content smile forms on his lips. Don‘t ever think of yourself as weak, because the power you hold over this man is nothing short of extraordinary.

He doesn‘t just stop talking about how he‘s the best detective, so all attention was on you two, Atsushi's eyes as wide as saucers and head red as a tomato as everyone saw Ranpo pressing you close towards him, tucking a strand of hair behind your ear.

Like being ripped out of a daydream, he snaps out of his trance and looks at his colleagues with his usual smile, „What? Nothing to see here.“ As (almost) everyone starts focusing on their work again, a small smile or blush on their faces while Ranpo leans down to whisper to your sleeping form, „No worries, I‘ll make sure you get the rest you need.“

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Drunk // Guro Reiten

Guro was drunk. Really drunk. Chelsea just won the FA Cup and the team decided to go out and party. Music was blasting through the club while everyone danced.

You though, you were at home. Despite Guros begging to come with her you denied. You had enough work to do. It took a lot of kisses to convince her to go without you.

Guro was a clingy drunk. It would start when she got tipsy - her hand would never leave yours, she would always touch you, press kisses to your cheek, nose, forehead, jaw. She would practically sit in your lap even though there would have been enough space to sit on her own.

Now with you not being there she was a pouty little girl. "I want my girlfriend!" she whined, sitting at a table with Erin and Sam. "But she’s not here" Erin chipped in. "Drink some shots" and Guro did. Way to much. She would regret that decision in the morning.

At some point during the party night her drinking got out of hand which led to Magda calling you. Magda herself was not sober yet she was the most sober. "Hi! Sorry to bother you. Is there a way you could pick up Guro? She is kinda… yeah" As soon as you picked up the phone you already started to get dressed. You knew how Guro would get when alcohol was in her system.

Not even twenty minutes later you entered the club. It was hot, smelled like sweat and full of people. "Oh hello my friend!" Sam threw her arm over your shoulder. "Getting your girl, huh?" Clearly, she wasn‘t sober as well. She was like everyone in this club. "Where is she?" you asked. With a drink in her hand she pointed at Guro. "She looks like a lost puppy"

As you walked over to your lover, you bumped into a few people. They looked at you funny. You didn‘t know If it was because you bumped into them or because of your outfit (guro‘s chelsea shorts and her norway hoodie) not a typical club outfit.

"Baby, let’s go home" you said as you grabbed Guro‘s hand. Her head whipped in your direction, pulling her hand out of your grip "Baby? I have a wife!" she told you stern, slowly getting confused "i mean no i haven‘t. Not yet. I have a girlfriend" she clarified. Amusement was written on your face. "You have a girlfriend?" you asked. Guro nodded her head rapidly. "She‘s awesome. I love her very much" just thinking about you made her eyes go all shiny and cheeks blushy. Your heart jumped at her confession, falling deeper in love. "She‘s so pretty - much prettier than you." To make her point clear she made a mic drop gesture and with that she turned around, her back facing you. Even If she was drunk and couldn‘t think, she would never go home with somebody else - somebody that wasn‘t you. It made you feel safe and loved, knowing that she would never let anyone hit on her with or without you being with her.

You tried again "Let’s go home, please" with every minute that went by it got hotter in there. you laced your fingers with hers, turning her around. "I told you- Y/n!" Guro hugged you. Firmly, she pressed her lips against yours "you won‘t believe it" she started as she pulled you to the exit "Some woman wanted to take me home!" her voice aghast. "What?" you stated shocked, playing along. "Yeah. But don‘t worry min kjæreste i told her i love you"

Tomorrow will definitely be a teasing day.

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𝐃𝐀𝐘 𝟐 — 𝐌𝐔𝐓𝐔𝐀𝐋 𝐌𝐀𝐒𝐓𝐔𝐑𝐁𝐀𝐓𝐈𝐎𝐍

✦ kinktober day 2 — mutual masturbation feat. heizou : itto : kazuha : tighnari x fem! reader | kinktober masterlist.

✦ warnings: explct

✦ 𝐇𝐄𝐈𝐙𝐎𝐔

the hem of your shirt was pushed up over your breasts— your nipples pointing upwards because of the enormous feelings that were running through your veins right now. Heizou was going slow, stroking his cock with one hand while the other one was drawing circles over your nipple, his face moving forward to take it your breast in his mouth.

"don‘t stop playing with yourself." he‘s commanding, his tone dark, heizou let go of your tit with a lewd pop before looking in between your bodies, watching your fingers push in and out of your clenching hole. "Fuck, you‘re so hot." he‘s gasping for air, the pace on his hard cock increasing as he retracted himself so his tip would be in front of your dripping heat. Your legs were shaking, hand beginning to strain yet you didn‘t even dare to stop, far too gone in the sinful sight right in front of you. The way heizou was fisting his cock was almost borderline pornographic, lewd and messy, his pre cum pooling down and hitting your hand. His eyes fell to your fingers that were glistering with your slick, your essence clear and staining the bedsheets. Heizou was barely able to wait to fuck you later on yet he truly couldn‘t get enough of the intimacy the both of you were experiencing right now.

✦ 𝐈𝐓𝐓𝐎

"fuck." itto was panting softly against you, his brought figure radiating warmth through your own body as he lazily fisted his cock in front of your pussy. You were stuffed full with your fingers, pushing in and out of your tight hole only for his eyes to witness. The sight alone made him tremble, itto truly couldn‘t take his eyes off you in this very moment.

"i need you." his voice is hoarse, coming from deep inside his throat as his pace increased, stroking his cock harder before removing his hand for a moment to spit on it, spreading the saliva around his abused tip. You‘re arching your spine at the feeling of your fingers trying to dig deeper yet it wasn‘t possible. You were craving itto‘s attention more n more as time went on, your digits just weren‘t doing it for you anymore.

"please itto, i need you." you‘re whining, begging at him and did he enjoy it, would lie if he‘d ever deny it. "Not yet baby." his grin was wide, the corners of his lips carved upwards as he began to circle his wrist with every stroke, groaning through gritted teeth at the newfound feeling. He could feel his climax approach, his orgasm building deep inside his gut and finally breaking free as his cock spasmed in his hand, releasing his warm cum in thick spurts over your body with a big smile on his face.

✦ 𝐊𝐀𝐙𝐔𝐇𝐀

your hand was cupping your heat, bucking your fingers in and out of your throbbing hole while kazuha was watching you intently, his hand busy with fisting his stiff cock. His tip was angry looking, red blush around his slit while his shaft was decorated with soft veins which were now more visible than before.

the urgency to give you all his attention was slowly making him lose his mind, your fingers coated in your slick and archons, how desperately he wanted to taste them on his tongue, mouth watering at the sight. Time felt as if it had stopped around the both of you, only this very moment mattered now, your back arching into your fingers for a more comfortable pace. "fuck." it wasn't often for kazuha to curse, not to mention curse around you, yet all he could do right now was moan through his clenched jaw with a small chorus of filthy words escaping from past his throat.

"you're so pretty." his grin was developing wider upon seeing your flustered state, cheeks heated up while you whined at him. Your fingers just weren't doing it for you anymore! you needed to feel kazuha's or even better, his cock inside of your tight cunt. But as mostly, he took his precious time with you, slowly circling his wrist whenever he'd reach the tip of his cock before squeezing down, bringing himself to his deserved orgasm before pulling himself down to your face to kiss you passionately.

✦ 𝐓𝐈𝐆𝐇𝐍𝐀𝐑𝐈

tighnari was muffling your moans with his rough hand pushed on top of your mouth while lewdly rutting himself into his fist. You were lazily rubbing painfully slow circles on your clit right in between your glistering folds, coaxing the man above you to close his eyes and let out the probably most beautiful moan you’ve ever heard.

he didn't like being too vocal when it came to intimacy, tighnari rather adored hearing you voice your pleasure yet whenever he couldn't hide his sinful sounds to you, he made sure to somehow stop them even if he failed miserably upon trying. The downright sinful sight in front of you was driving you mad, body heat increasing viciously. You were very much aware that tighnari knew exactly what he was doing, gradually moving closer so you'd share each others body heat while the tempo of his hand increased, now chasing his own release while his gaze was still falling in between your legs.

your hand was coated in your slick, the squelching noises of your cunt only coaxing you on to end the torture he was pushing you through. Tighnari knew you craved his touch, knew that your fingers weren't doing it for you anymore and that you were desperately craving his own inside of your tight hole. Who knows, maybe after you keep putting on a show for him, he's going to reward you after all.

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I intoxicated you.

There was no way around it, no way over it and no way to deny it. You let me own you the second I laid my eyes on you the first time. I made you blind to every other person and made you blind to see all the things I did before.

While you were there, waiting.

I didn‘t know for what exactly you had been waiting, but the moment my lips hit yours, denying was senseless. You melted under my touch and your lips melted into mine.

You kissed me so full of passion, that I actually began to believe that not you had waited for me - I had waited for you.

You kissed me.

Without warning, without permission. You kissed me so full of lust and longing for my touch, as if you needed that breath I was holding. It felt like every fiber of me belonged to you, and you wanted it back.

Right under your skin.

I was under your skin and you wanted to claw me out, but you couldn‘t. And so you had been left with this need. Like- if you wouldn‘t have kissed me, you wouldn‘t been able to breathe.

Even if you stole my breath.

All you could do is get lost in my touch.

Like you’ll burst into flames

if you‘d not be tasting me.

Kissing me. Fucking me. Feeling me.

I don‘t know for how long we stood there, my hand on your back and on your hips. Later my hand slid up from your hips into your hair, pulling you closer. You didn‘t move, you just listened to your own heartbeat mixed with mine, still beating hard against my breast.

You didn‘t move, didn‘t make a step. Only your lips moved, as an answer to all the little questions I asked you this very moment.

You couldn‘t remember when in all this time my tongue decided to ask for permission to explore you completely. It wandered along the shape of your underlip, travelled across the path of your teeth.

I pulled you closer, closer, as if I wanted to swallow you whole. As if I only could exist stealing the last of your innocence and making you all my own.

The moment I asked for permission you let me in. And as soon as the tip of my tongue hit your tastebuds and the faint taste of whisky exploded in your mouth, you lost the battle.

You needed more and we both knew it.

You couldn‘t remember when my hand untangled out of your hair and found a hold on your own hand.

A few seconds after you got dizzy because you lost all your breath, I stopped kissing you.

We stood there, your hand in mine, staring into each others eyes, the music pulsating around us. Like waves that lead us to where we both wanted to be.

I lead us both away from the party, upstairs to my own room, right under the roof. You followed my steps without hesitating, your mind all swiped empty and filled with only my taste that still flooded your senses.

It wasn‘t like one of those newish love stories where Cinderella meets her princess. Yes, we danced, but we danced around each other for almost too long.

And when I closed my room door and turned around to you, my breast heaving heavy, you knew it was worth it.

Your eyes fixed my body and I felt how all my senses spread out across the room, just to be captivated by you again.

„Strip for me,“ I demanded, my voice raspy again. It sounded almost desperate, and for a second as if I would beg you to be mine- and mine alone. „Now.“

You pressed your hands together. You wanted me to come to you, for only once. You wanted me to move my ass towards you and tell you that I wanted you. You wanted me to stop playing with you, for this once.

And I wanted to invite you in, and not you to be the one to burst through the closed door.

„No.“, you whispered. It had the desired effect. I came closer. „No?,“ I asked with a subtile smile on my lips. „No,“ you murmured again, only to find yourself inches away from me. You closed your eyes, taking a deep breath. It all felt kind of surreal.

„Do you want me?,“ my voice suddenly cut through your clouded brain. You screw your eyes open and stared at me. „Yes, I,“ you muttered, but your voice trailed off.

I wanted you.

I needed you so bad.

I didn’t want anything else.

You nodded, giving me permission to touch you, but I didn‘t move an inch.

„From your mouth. I want to hear you say you want me between your legs.“

You slowly wet my lips, unable to look up to me. Your heart was racing a mile a minute. Your voice was almost too unsteady to answer.

„You want to know what I want? I want you to be the one wanting me first. Pushing me first. Kissing me first. Don't be careful with me,“ you said. „I want you between my legs. Your tongue on my clit. I want to come on your mouth. I have waited far too long for you to finally come to your senses and take what‘s yours for years already.“

I stared at you for a few seconds. You had expected me to tear off your clothes after you said what you said- But when I didn‘t move, you finally managed to look up to me.

„Why is your heart beating so fast when I haven‘t even touched you?,“ I whispered.

„How could you know it is racing, when you didn‘t touch me?,“ you answered.

I slowly put my hand on your chest.

„Because mine is.“

You stared at my hand, unable to say anything. You didn‘t know what to do, as your heart began to flutter under my touch. You didn‘t know what to answer. And so, you stayed silent.

„What is this between us?,“ you finally whispered, desperate to know my answer, but what I said confused you at first.

„Nothing,“ I answered, my hand still where it was minutes ago. Your heart still beating faster, every pore of your body still inhaling my scent. „And now kiss me.“

„What?,“ you choked out, barely able to catch the breath you needed to not get dizzy.

„Kiss me,“ I repeated myself.

Your eyes flew to mine and your hands landed on my chest. Just as you wanted to do what I had asked you for, I caressed your cheek with my thumb, following the outline of your jaw, until my thumb settled on your trembling underlip.

All you could do is breathe.

So you did.

And the next moment you opened your mouth and sucked my finger in.

I let out a sharp noise, a loud breath, grunt and moan, all at once. I stared at your mouth, the same moment you swirled your tongue over my fingertip.

„You,“ I moaned, but nothing else.

Then I pulled my finger out of your mouth.

A smile crossed your lips, as your hands flew in my hair and to my cheek. And because you wanted, you did. You kissed me.

After all I were right. There was nothing between us- no space, no air, no denying.

It was a short kiss at first, me pulling back only inches from you after a second- To look at you, but kissing you again directly after. You got greedier with every single kiss we shared, until you took your hands away from my neck and guided them to where the hem of my dress was.

Your fingers played around it, while we were still kissing, trailing along the zipper, down to where my hips were.

„You make me lose my mind,“ I suddenly hissed, pulling back and looking at you. „You.“

With this words I pushed you slightly backwards, until your knees hit the edge of my bed and you needed to sit down because you lost balance.

„Oh, god,“ I moaned silently, my hands covering my eyes.

Then I came onto the bed, my body covering yours, making you unable to move. Settling between your legs.

I placed a hand on either side of your head and leaned down to kiss you once more.

Heat erupted inside of you, liquefying in your veins. Heat drifted between your legs and you were losing your breath. Heat formed in your stomach, nearly feeling like it would be burning all of you.

„You're such a good girl,“ I whispered against your lips, not stopping to kiss you.

Your body instantly relaxed, seeming to melt down into the bedsheets as you opened your eyes and looked up at me. My beautiful words washing over you like warm water. Without you even realizing at first, you’re suddenly all obedient, like that one little phrase put you in a trance.

I could literally do anything to you in this moment.

You remained moveless, your breathing fast. I sat up on you, my hands slid down your neck, waist, your hips, tracing the outsides of your thighs. The caress was slow, as if I was trying to memorize the curves of your body.

Heat bloomed beneath your skin, tightening in your breasts and burning a lower path.

„Take me,“ you breathed.

„I won‘t make it this easy for you.“

My possessive gaze lingered on you, almost daring you to stop me, as I slid your dress up your thighs, sliding my hand sliding between the lacy fabric between your legs. Your body shivered in anticipation.

Any sense we had left drowned in a pool of lust.

You pulled me down to you, your fingers opening my zipper, unzipping it with a swift motion while your lips found their way down my neck.

A small whimper escaped my lips. It sent a thunderstroke down your core..

And you- you moaned into my skin.

„I can feel it,“ I whispered, my hand gripping yours and bringing it over your head. „You really want me, right?“

You couldn‘t answer, your mouth completely dried out from your sallow breathing. That‘s why you only nodded, little moans escaping your lips.

„I'm gonna sneak these legs open and give you what you want.“

You turned your head, meeting my lips and kissing me deeply.

All my words.

My words sent you to heaven.

Dress open, I spread your legs, placing sloppy kisses down your body. The moment I finally arrived between your legs, you let out a loud whimper.

„So needy?,“ I moaned, pulling down your panties and tossing them to the side. „Yeah, I know you like it. And you‘re damn well going to get it.“

My tongue swiped over your heat, leaving you shaking. You screwed your eyes shut, your breath shallow.

But I didn‘t give you what you wanted. You wanted more, more of me, all of me.

„Look at me.“

My voice pulled you out of the hole of emotions you had fallen in. „Look at me when I make you come.“

Your eyelids flew open, your eyes slowly finding their way to mine. Drowning in the lust I gave you.

„I need you,“ you choked out, „I need you whole.“

My tongue swept over your clit.

„Please,“ you begged. „Please.“

A loud moan escaped your lips, as I buried two fingers deep inside you, curling them upwards. Your back ached. „Please!,“ you begged, moaning, screaming, sweating.

I slowly finger-fucked you.

„Please,“ you begged again, but I didn‘t move. „Please!“

Your pleads became more desperate, the nearer you came your high. Your eyes didn’t leave mine, while I did what I did. A soft smile had formed on my lips, and as you came my mouth opened, moans escaping it. Staring at you, while your vision blurred and you screamed in lust.

I slowly came up to you again, your legs all going numb on top of the covers. „Your moans are the sweetest sounds I have ever heard,“ I murmured, kissing your forehead. „You know princess, I really wanted to go easy on you,“ I continued, while you tried to understand what I said, your mind still as numb as your legs. „But now that I‘ve tasted what you‘re capable of.. now I‘ll give it to you. Hard. So hard, that you won‘t be able to walk tomorrow.“

„What are you going to do?,“ you whispered, trying to get the oxygen you needed to not be dizzy anymore.

It didn‘t work.

Your head kept spinning.

Oh, what I did to you..

„Hold on to the headboard,“ I moaned, taking hold of your wrists and bringing them up myself.

You obeyed. Your fingers closed around the wood, hoping it would resist.

„I need this,“ you whimpered, searching my gaze. „I need more of you.“

My gaze not leaving yours, I got my toy out of my bedside table.

„Good lord,“ I whispered, „If you keep looking at me like this, I’ll come on the spot.“

A silent laugh formed in your throat, forcing it’s way out.

Then you felt me caressing your heat with my toy. I didn’t break eye contact, as I let it slowly sink deeper, and you started to feel better than ever before.

„Are you okay?,“ I whispered.

„Yes.. yes,“ you stuttered, adjusting. „I‘m okay.“

I slid it all the way in, bottoming out, and hit you so deep, your eyes rolled back.

Oh, fuck.

„Don‘t go easy on me,“ you moaned.

„I won‘t, princess.“

I thrusted it into you as I braced myself on the bedsheets. „You need me?,“ I moaned, now even faster.

Your back arched as an answer.

„You don't need this.“ I plunged it into you. Then, again. Harder this time.

„It's me you need.“

But it was obvious - that you needed me.

Another brisk thrust. „Say it.“

„Yes,“ you moaned. Your body lost all its strength under the waves of pleasure. „I need you.“

„C‘mon princess, I know you can do better than that,“ I moaned, my hand taking hold in your hair and fucking it deeper into you. „I know you can be a good girl for me.“

„I need you!“, you finally cried out..

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