#especially cause i just ripped my little toe open

[thyme-in-a-bubble]

I just want you a little longer all to myself

kinktober, day eleven

a/n: yep, this is the dream. being like horny teens with matt at the office...

warnings: matt murdock x reader, smut, established relationship, secret relationship, reader works at nelson and murdock, office sex, kissing, oral, foreplay

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“Okay, so that toasted avocado sandwich for you and a tuna one for you?” gesturing to both you and Matthew, Foggy went over today’s lunch wishes one last time as he neared the door. 

“Yep,” you smiled, your toe absentmindedly tapping the floor as you watched the floppy-haired man exit the office. 

“Cool,” he swung it open, jokingly adding just before he disappeared from your view, “have fun sorting out those documents while I’m gone!” 

It took approximately five seconds after the door slammed shut for you and the other lawyer to run into each other's arms as if you were just two hormonal youths, unable to be in the same room with one another without ripping each other’s clothes off. 

Tearing your lips away from his, your fingers began to feverously tug at his silky tie, “how long do you think we have till he gets back?” your frame curved into his touch as he dug into the softness of your ass, backing you up into his own office. 

“Not long enough,” Matt groaned, kicking the door shut behind him as you soon crashed into the desk, “but we’ll make it work,” nipping against your lips as he clawed at your dress. Spinning you around, you braced on the cluttered table as the man behind you fervently lowered himself to the floor, scooping up the fabric around your hips as he descended. 

Your eyes fluttered as you felt his stubble gently scratch against you, his hot kisses climbing up the tingling flesh of your thighs, “not that I don’t love the sexiness of sneaking around with you,” your point was abruptly halted by a strangled whimper as he finally reached your core, hooking your underwear to the side for him to bury his face in your heat, “but when are we gonna tell at least him?”

Mumbling against your glossy folds, the vibration made you shiver, “soon, I promise,” causing your hand to swiftly shoot down in order to impatiently yank him back up. As your fingers frantically fumbled with his zipper, desperate to feel him inside of you, he leaned in and kissed the shell of your ear, “I just want you a little longer all to myself…”

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[holdmytesseract]

The Equation of Love

☆ The Baby Fever AU ☆

Loki x Y/N feat. Ella & Narfi

Summary: When fears and doubts overcome Loki and he starts to question a lot of things, you are his safe haven he can return to.

Warnings: fluff! a lot of fluff! a bit angst, tears, small 'hints' and 'references' to Ep. 6 - but no spoilers

Word Count: 1,8k

a/n: This story is me, trying to cope with the season finale. I don't know why, but my mind just led me here. To this universe. ❤️‍🩹

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There was nothing. Just silence. No birds singing their songs, nor crickets chirping in the crisp air of the night. No loud voices, car horns or crying babies. Nothing. It was just Loki, his steaming cup of tea and the rising sun above New York City.

Peace... That was what he felt.

The god smiled; tired but happy eyes gazing out of the window to watch the sun replace the moon. Messy curls, tousled by sleep hung in his face. The hem of his green and black checked sleep trousers hung low, but comfortable snugly around his hips.

He wiggled his toes in his slippers; feeling the warmth of the fluffy socks he wore.

Loki took a deep breath - and a sip of his tea. His restless head had ripped him out of sleep; kind of forced him to get up. Sometimes, his mind could wander to very dark places. Especially at night. And he knew exactly that it was not good at all, but... Escaping the claws of your own fears and doubts wasn't easy. A battle the most people might already lose before it even started - and Loki was certainly one of them.

This is the here and now, Loki, he told himself. This is your present. Your future. Y/N and the kids are your future. You found your glorious purpose. Your place in the universe. This is exactly where you need and want to be. Don't revel in the past. It's history. Just a written chapter in the story of your life. Just a-

In order to silence the million voices in his head, he made himself a cup of tea, decided to watch the sunset and think about all the good things in his life... You. Ella. Little Narfi. His brother. His parents. The second chance life - and especially you gave him...

It was a tough process, but through the years, the god learned how to let the good thoughts overweight the bad ones. Nevertheless, was it a cruel battle every time.

"Daddy?"

The god ripped his eyes open at the call of the term that never failed to give him chills and causes his heart to beat just a little bit faster. Within the blink of an eye, he turned around; away from the large window pane in the living room - only to be greeted by the frame of his daughter. She was tiredly rubbing her eyes; cuddle blankie held by her in a death grip.

"Ella?" Loki said with a slight surprised voice; immediately magicked away his mug and squatted down to be on eye-level with the seven-year-old. "Princess, why are you awake?" "Wanted to cuddle you, but you were not there, so I looked for you." She slurred; voice thick with sleep. Ella had slept in yours and his bed tonight, because of a nightmare which had plagued her...

Loki’s heart jumped at the little girl's words; eyebrows slanting. "Oh no... Apologies, sweetheart. Daddy just... needed a moment to think." She yawned. "Think? About wha'?" He shook his head and opened his arms. "Nothing you should worry about, princess. Come here." Ella smiled almost deliriously, before she slurped into Loki's awaiting arms and cuddled against her father. He wrapped her up in a tight embrace; gently lifting her off of the group. Ella slung her legs around his back; even deepening the hug. "Love you, daddy."

Loki smiled; his heart pumping pure love through his veins. "I love you, too, princess."

He pressed a soft kiss against the crown of the girl's head and just held her.

Soon enough her grip on him slackened; legs no longer wound around his torso, but rather dangling loosely at his sides. Soft snores and deep, even breathes signalled the god that Ella had fallen asleep again... In his arms. His smile even widened, as he kissed the top of her head again; identical raven curls tickling his lips. His... She was his. One of the good things he accomplished in his life.

He smiled. "My love..."

Loki redirected his gaze on the rising sun again. It was almost over. The night was barely hanging on - just like the dark cloud above his head.

The god kept his gaze glued on the breathtaking skyline; totally lost in his thoughts once again. That was until he felt a pair of warm, familiar palms gliding over the small of his bare back and settling on his sides.

You pressed your chest gently against his muscular back and pressed soft kisses onto the skin of his shoulder blades; your lips leaving a tickling, sizzling sensation behind. It was magical.

He chuckled. "Well... Our princess came to look after me, too. She wanted to cuddle - and just slept in in my arms." Loki felt your lips on his skin again - and he could swear that you were smiling. "Thought so... My sweet daddy's girl." You whispered; lifting a hand to run your fingers gently through her loose, wild raven curls, as her head was resting on Loki's shoulder.

"What are you doing here, babe? This early on a Sunday morning?" You felt how he took a deep breath. "Thinking. And you?" You pressed your cheek against his bare skin; inhaling his scent. Home. He smelt like home.

"I just finished nursing our baby boy, and then decided to look where my husband and daughter vanished... The bed is way too big without you. And cold." Loki’s heart fluttered, before it felt like exploding - a firework of oxytocin and love.

A pleasant silence settled over the both of you for quite a few moments, in which you relished in closeness of the other.

"What's on your brilliant mind, huh?" Loki didn't answer you; only swallowed hard. And he did not have to say a single word to you. The sudden tension which built within his body was enough for you to tell what was going on.

You and Loki were in no need of words to communicate.

"I see... The clutches of your past wound themselves around you once more... Am I right?"

You heard your husband sigh deeply. "It's not just that, darling." "What else? Do you wish to talk about it?"

"The what if, darling."

The god stepped out of your hug and walked over to the sofa, on which he laid down Ella. He made sure that she was comfortable and draped a blanket over her, in order to keep her warm.

Then he returned to you; a longing look on his face. You welcomed him with open arms - and your husband didn’t hesitate for a moment; immediately sinking into your embrace and touch. You just held him with your hand buried in the soft raven curls on the back of his head. "What is bothering you, my love, if not the past?" You whispered and placed a sweet, reassuring kiss on the side of his neck. Loki needed another moment, before he answered you.

"The what if?" "Yes." You pulled back from the hug, just enough to look into his stunning, but tears clouded eyes; awaiting his further explanation. "What if... What if I've never been given a second chance? Here, on earth, to prove myself worthy of the mercy I received? What if I've never met you? What if you would've never given me a chance? What if... What if Thanos would've been successful?" He swallowed hard. "What would have happen to me? Where would my place in the universe be? Without you, Ella and Narfi... Where do I belong?"

You listened to his every word, patiently. His worries and fears send a jolt of pain through your heart; causing your expression to change. With furrowed eyebrows and tears in your eyes, you looked up to Loki. "Oh, my love..." You said; starting to gently comb your fingers through his long hair. "I wish I could give you an answer to all those questions, but... I'm afraid I can't. I understand why you are asking yourself this, though. Life has been not always very kind to you and left you standing more than just once at the abyss - and wherever your path may have led you without all the things that happened between us... Know that we were always destined to be. There's no version, no outcome of this - of our story, where we wouldn't have ended up together." You softly smiled at him through tears; lifting your other hand to cup his cheek.

"Besides, you are free now, my love. Free to make your own choices. No mind control. No one who decides for you. This..." You gestured around yourself. "Me, Ella and Narfi... This is yours. The story you've written and still writing. This is your story, Loki."

A few tears rolled down the god's cheeks; a breathless chuckle left his lips. "You... You truly think that, darling?" You couldn't help but smile even wider; your thumb gently wiping away his tears. "Know so." You whispered, before you leaned in and captured your husband's lips in a tender, almost feather-light kiss. "I am convinced that in every possible timeline, every parallel universe - if something like that exists, we are exactly where we belong... Together."

The god answered nothing, was too overwhelmed by your beautiful words and all the thoughts and feelings coursing through his mind and body. Instead, he dropped his forehead to rest on your shoulder; tears soaking into the fabric of your comfortable sleep shirt and hands holding onto your body for dear life. You let him cry; comforting him as best as you could.

You didn't know how much time had passed; how long you were standing there with Loki wrapped up in your arms, but at some point you decided to leaven the situation a bit. Once more wandered your hand into his wild locks. "You still here with me, baby?" All that you got was a low grunt. You giggled; twirling a strand of his curls around your finger. "Have I rendered you speechless, my love? Silver-tongue turned to lead?"

Loki couldn't suppress the small giggle, which bubbled up within his throat at your sentence. "N-No..." He lifted his head again; smiling, with dried tears on his cheeks and slightly red and puffy eyes. "I-I just... Your words touched me deeply. Thank you. Thank you for your advice. For your love. For being mine - and for giving me all this. A life, children... A purpose." This time, you were the one who didn't give him an answer. You pulled him in another kiss; letting him feel all the love you could give.

"I love you, Loki. Always have. Always will." Loki took your hands in his; fingers intertwining. "I love you, too. I just can't grasp all this sometimes. My mind needs a reminder from time to time that this is truly the reality." You squeezed his hands. "I know - and I'm here to remind your mind, because you deserve this... Happiness."

[candywife333]

Delulu is the Solulu

PART 1- Hairy Big Toe

AND PART 1 is finally out. Planning 2-3 parts for this.

Chubby OC (with PCOS) x simp idol Jungkook

No proofreading done

Summary: Our OC (Lee Ireum) loves Jungkook of BTS to pieces. She loves him through the distance of her screen and in fact is one of his avid fan club members. She is running for president of the ARMY fan club in her home town. But, she has a peculiarity about her, that even her fellow members in arms don't know about her. She never wants to meet them. She never wants to meet BTS, and she especially never wants to meet Jungkook. She believes in never meeting your heroes because they will end up disappointing you, eventually. To hold up this ideal, she has never been to their in person events. However, though she has never been to a fan meet ,she is supposed to attend one the coming week (at the blackmailing insistence of one of her friends). Yet, she had started to text a dude through a popular dating app around the same time all of this was happening.

It had started out as a prank, this dating profile. She would post sexy pics , have amusing chats with thirsty dudes, and then block them for the shits and giggles. Living the true online play girl life, something she would never do in real life cause of insecurities. The odd thing with the dude she is texting though is that the time stamps of the texts are not showing up in Korean time, it almost seemed like Eastern standard time. And the odder thing was that closer to her fan meet date, the time stamps changed back to korean standard time. The question was, who exactly was she chatting with?

Description : This fic will be written with chat messages in between (dilineated by bullets), alternating with the usual writing.

Disclaimer: The character of Jungkook in this fic is not a true representation of his real life actions or personality. Please treat this is fiction.

Triggers: voyeurism, dub-conish , body insecurity (chubby hairy OC incoming)

I opened up my phone to see the recent chats I had received from the new dating app I signed up for a week back. Damn, so many requests within a few hours from when I finished updating my blank profile with pics of myself (of course since it is just a thirst trap account without my face) which were just way too scandalous for real life. I opened up the first chat that I received.

bunnyboy7- Show me your tits🤤

The hell, guys were that straightforward? I thought I would at least get a little segue and introduction, luring me in, before being asked for my literal boobs in a pic.

strawcakes4- Excuse me? Sir this is a Wendy's drive through👵.

bunnyboy7- Then, at least show me your ass🍑

Damn, this dude was way too relentless. I didn't even show a hint of cleavage in my actual pics on the dating profile to signal that I might be open to showing anybody anything. How did this random guy, think he had the honor of seeing first my tits? and then my bare ass? I guess dude didn't yet know that I had a hairy ass. Even monkeys would be envious. I even had a few hairs on my tits. I grew chest hair before guys in my class did. Even had upper lip hair to match. Had to get that little bitch ripped off my face every Sunday with my handy dandy waxing pot, otherwise I would be sporting a rather impressive moustache most of the time. Dude, didn't know what he was even asking for.

strawcakes4- I think you have the wrong number Sir Bunny

bunnyboy7- Trust me baby, you won't regret me.

strawcakes4- What are you going to say next? champagne confetti? too predictable dude. You think you are JK or something🤨?

bunnyboy7- In fact yes I do, my fair lady. (5:00 AM EST)

strawcakes4- They say the world is made up of mostly sane poeple. I am beginning to doubt this claim. Delulu is not the solulu my friend. 😌No matter how much you and I both wish you were JK, that is not reality.

bunnyboy7- Ok, well how about you assume I am JK and why don't you show your favorite , cutest global pop-star your bellybutton then? Ask not what your JK can do for you, but what you can do for your JK. It is for a noble cause.

strawcakes4- Excuse me? how desperate are you dude? We progressed from ass, to tits, to belly button? You have a fetish or something? And now you claim to be JK---THE SHEER AUDACITY?! JK would be too busy earning millions ,performing at times square, eating noodles drenched in perilla oil, hanging out with calvin klein models. He would not be sitting here looking so pathetic.

bunnyboy7- Sometimes stars have needs too. Ok!? We don't have models gyrating 10 feet away from us all the time, contrary to popular opinion. And sometimes we do our own laundry. Is that so hard for you to fucking believe?!

What were the odds of this guy actually being jungkook? He was probably a troll or delusional fanboy who thought he was JK. He sure was putting in a lot of effort to convince me though. Rolling my eyes, I scrolled further down to reply:

strawcakes4- clutching my forehead in disbelief you need to get over yourself dude. If you are Jungkook, I am bloody britney spears. I am not sending nudes or sexting you. OFF to HORNY JAIL WITH YOU, YOUNG MAN!! 🔥If you were truly JK, you wouldn't be begging, you would already be receiving. bunnyboy7- Fine, fine fine, if you can't send me nudes or sext with me, let's play a game of 20 questions.

strawcakes4- Ok?

bunnyboy7- What does your pussy look like? describe it in no less than 20 words. Your timer starts now😉

This dude had balls of steel, he even wanted a pussy description. He would probably run for the hills if he actually saw my furry snatch in person. Chewing on my lip, deliberating my next response, I typed out:

strawcakes4- Ok, "JK", I think …………….I have contracted syphilis from my step father in Transylvania and I am about to die. So………….I am leaving the chat…………….to go get it treated.

bunnyboy7- Don't lie to me like that strawbaby!!! Don't you dare leave this chat.

------Strawcakes4 has left the chat

bunnyboy7- Goddamnit. Ok forget about pussy. At least show bobs.🤤 (5:10 AM EST)

bunnyboy7- Fuck, I came on to her way too hard I guess

Giggling and kicking my feet as I lay on my bed, I chuckled, sounding like a pig snorting in the process. At least he figured out, that he was coming on to me way too hard and way too inappropriately.

I sat there contemplating whether I should delete his chat log and block him. I usually did that after 2-3 interactions with particularly horny dudes, or even after 1 interaction with really annoying clingy guys. Here for a good time, not a long time fellas. I was literally baffled when some of them were using me for therapy sessions. Like, why should I do so much unpaid work?! Like hell I was wasting my time talking to these dudes constantly .

I didn't mind flirting, bantering and eventually sharing pics after building a rapport (not like I kept them for long in my dms either way). But the way this dude had come on so strong was perplexing and rather irritating. I had come across this type of behavior from many other dudes. But he was the first one to not even say Hi. Usually the other dudes had decency to atleast greet her and then start their lewd demands. Pathetic buffoon.

I flopped onto my back, sighing over the fact that I would have to attend that fan meet in a few days. I did not want to meet any of the members of BTS. The only idols I had an intention of meeting in my life were MAMAMOO. I loved their vibe and would feel comfortable in their presence. My main reason for wanting to meet was also so I could ask Hwasa to step on my face with her high heels. The lady was a divine goddess. Sometimes I just wished I was lesbian, because so many things would be easier. Finding men attractive, was a curse.

Running for president of our BTS fanclub in our hometown was a feat. You can only print out so many posters of Jimin's luscious lips, and Jin's windswept perfectly tousled hair, before you get tired of seeing them. Somedays I got so tired of doing BTS related activities, like chaperoning younger armys to attend their music shows and meets in Korea. It was fine when I was a younger teen in middle school, but as a college junior it felt taxing at times.

I had seen the members from afar but never went to actual fan meets where you could interact or talk to them. Convinced it would lead to disillusionment at their carefully manufactured images and heartache, I rejected attending those type of meets. My baby members always pushed me attend, wanting me as a chaperone so their parents would feel comfortable with them attending. I just couldn't though, and they would stare back at me with their puppy dog eyes disheartened at my refusal. But, something about my attitude as a fan had changed. I still loved them to the moon and back, but I guess it was getting tiring.

I had different priorities I guess, like getting a new job with the marketing degree I was to graduate with next year. I groaned at the prospect of finding a place to live next year. My dorm room would be gone and I would have to look for a flat since mom and dad lived in the countryside.

Two days later, I was met with another stream of texts from the same person, bunnyboy7. Why in the fucking hell was he bothering me now? Especially with the dreaded fan meet I had to attend in a few days. Armies looked out for each other, and the main reason for me to attend wasn't honestly even about running for president. It was the responsibility of looking after the young, impressionable minds that would be attending. Had to make sure they didn't get hurt in a crowd, or break down. You would be surprised how many people tended to cry a river and lose their bloody mind when seeing their favorite idols.

I opened the chat log:

bunnyboy7- you there angel? my beautiful goddess? temptress of my dreams, or shall I say tittytress of my fantasies😏😏

I scoffed as I stared at the screen, what the hell was he on? weed? nicotine? You would think one rejection would be enough to get my point across, to convey my distaste.

strawcake4- Ummmmm. Why are you still talking to me dude? I am not interested in sexting or nudes. Leave me alone, I am way too busy for this right now

bunnyboy7- I have been fisting myself everyday to the pic you posted of yourself in a see through black babydoll dress with your tits drooping down , perfect size for my hands to squeeze. I almost came as I could see your thick thighs, just the right size to have wrapped around my neck as I lick your juicy little pussy😜 Please at least take pity on a poor man and post a feet pic. (7:00 AM KST)

strawcake4- Ok dude, this convo has prolonged far enough. If you have a boner, I will deflate it in two seconds flat, that's all I need. My toes are hairy, my tummy is hairy, my legs are ......you guessed it hairy and so is the rest of my body. I look like a cross between a chubby baboon and a chimpanzee. Now , unless you are into bestiality, you won't want to engage further with me. Leave me the fuck alone.

I expected no response from him, confident in my abilities to turn off men. The dude would have deleted the chat by now. Checking out of sheer curiosity, I was shocked, gasping as sweat beaded on my hairline, at his reply:

bunnyboy7- It's ok baby, we can just shave it all off if it bothers you, no biggie. 😋But I like my pussies hairy , a whole jungle, so don't worry in the least. And I can tell just from your pics, that I would drown in your pussy and never come up for air. It would be a glorious way to go, don't you think darling 🤓

I was breathless as I stared at his text, what the hell did he mean? He didn't mind all the body hair and my fat little self?

strawcake4- stop messing around dude, you are just lying. Now let us just end the convo, you are fooling nobody.

bunnyboy7- Who said I was lying baby😏. Just send one pic of your choosing of your body. And I will prove it to you. (7: 05 AM KST)

I shouldn't be doing this. But my fingers moved to my photo gallery and I picked out one pic I had taken in dim light of my tits and tummy, intact with strawberry red lingerie that showed hints of fine downy hair here and there. He would probably be turned off and we could end this interaction. I paused several minutes, indecisive about sending the pic.

bunnyboy7- You still there babe? please babygirl, I am salivating at the thought of you. Send a pic, any pick. The mere thought of you is keeping me on the verge of cumming. (7: 10 AM KST )

I took a deep breath, not dragging the pic through my editing app, and clicked SEND, closing my eyes at the thought of what I had just done, wincing a little. I peeked at the screen with one eye open, he was typing. I almost jolted up towards the ceiling as I saw what he had written, my panties getting damp involuntarily.

bunnyboy7- OMG BABY🤤🤤I can't handle all your beauty. The perfect tits, tipped with chocolate brown areolas. I could just bite into them. And that gorgeous collection of pudge around your belly, your skin and flesh looks so soft. I can't believe I am saying this but........I would even lick your armpits and your asshole if you would let me. Totally my dream girl. I am cumming, oh ma god , I can't hold back anymore.

Before, I could reread his text, I received a pic. WTF!!!! My soul almost left my body, it was a pic of cum all squirted out , translucent and stringy onto his plain white sheets.

bunnyboy7- A tribute to you my luscious goddess. If only I could see you in motion, in 3D babe, to truly worship you. (7: 15 KST)

Something in my brain started tugging at me as I sat there on my bed stunned at all his proclamations of lust. Wait, when did his time zone change from EST to KST??? Didn't Jungkook just come back to Korea a few days back? It definitely couldn't be him , right ? We already had a joking convo about that. What type of reverse psychology was he using, if it was actually him?

I was about to dismiss the thought from my head when I saw his cum pic. Wait, I had seen that tattoo somewhere. His pic had part of his hand in the frame. If you weren't an army who had hung up his posters all of your school, you might not have a clue. But, the M on one of his knuckes, was a big give away. I still found it hard to believe even with the evidence. Why would Jungkook of BTS, the beloved, hot and happening global popstar, be texting me? And what had become of my vow never to interact with them?

Had I actually just now talked to Jungkook? And seen his cum sprayed all over his sheets? and had him simping over hairy little, big foot me? Since when did people like me talk with people like them?

[bubbles-for-all-of-us]

Wildflower

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a/n Here comes the next one! Life is hectic with uni in full swing so posting schedule will be more spread out. Hope you all will enjoy this one.✨🌟💫

Eris x reader

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The male was no older than a teenager. A dagger that he held in his hand was visibly shaking. Not to mention that he was holding it in a funny way. An Illyrian inside you cringed. If the situation would have been different, you would most definitely have offered him a little correction. His eyes were big with fear, and even if he tried to appear angry and dangerous, he was afraid of Eris, or more so of the reaction that his actions were going to cause. One thing was clear. Whatever he had planned wasn't something he had done before.

Eris swiftly pulled at the furs, ensuring that your naked body, which his eyes had just seen, was protected from any lurking eyes as he rose from the bed. He somehow looked taller, his shoulders broader, as he looked at the male in the doorway. He appeared like a true predator. Like a fox that spotted a little mouse and wasn't in the mood to let it go. With his eyes sharp on the target, you could swear flames were blazing behind them.

Eris moved so fast and calculatedly that you didn't notice when he crossed the room, took the dagger from the boy's hands, tossed it to the side, picked him up by the collar, and yanked him out of the room. You heard shouting. Words were muffled, but you could tell that it was Eris who was doing most of the talking. You didn't move a muscle. Scared that might have been one of Eris's brothers. If that would appear to be true, it would mean that Beron knew you were here. If he knew you were here, you were an easy target. Especially now in your given state. Fear rushed through you as the thought of running away took over your senses. But deep down, you knew that your body was too weak, your mind felt drained raw, and there was no way you were going to be able to protect yourself even with your powers. Not to mention that you still had no clue how to control them.

You flinched as a roar ripped from downstairs, followed by the most uneasy silence. Moments later, a cry filled the quiet walls. A baby's cry. A babe. Your body was immediately tense. Was Eris a father? Did he have a child? A female? Was he mated? Oh, Mother above, were you just inches away from disturbing the happy family he was hiding here? The fear of whatever was going on outside the room was way too unsettling. Why was the child crying? Why did the shouting increase? You felt your head starting to spin from all the questions running through it.

It felt reckless given the situation, but suddenly you found yourself desperately trying to get up. Pushing your legs one by one over the edge of the bed. You can do it, you told yourself; you had it worse. Just own up to it. But your wishful thinking was short-lived when, as soon as your feet hit the ground, your naked frame slumped to the floor. Letting out a huff from the impact, you just lay there for a moment. Cursing yourself for your foolishness. Of course, you needed someone else to help you. Someone or something you could lean on. Come on, come up with another logical solution, you told yourself.

Just as you tried to reach for the cover with your toes, the door opened. Rory's face blanched when she saw you slumped up on the floor. Here it was. Your way out. Just as she hurried to you, mumbling something under her breath about you needing to be more careful, you met her eyes.

"Help me get downstairs", the young girl looked at you in shock. With the door open, the sound of the commotion only increased.

"My lady, you are too weak", "I wasn't asking. I gave you an order," it felt wrong that you tugged on her clear obedience to Eris. Using it to your advantage, but you couldn't stay here. You couldn't let these kids get yelled at because of you. Their need to protect their home was understandable. You weren't going to let them cry over decisions they made solely out of fear.

You clung to Rory for dear life, trying to ignore every warning she sent your way and every concerned look. "Have you lost your mind? Bringing that slut here, do you want us dead?", two males were gaping at each other so strongly they did not even notice you walking down the stairs. "Tabias, I'm going to warn you one last time",  Eris's voice was getting louder with every word he spoke. The tips of his fingers flickered with flame as he shouted. "Don't yell at him," you cried out, and both of them turned to you in an instant. Never have you felt so unease under someone's gaze, as you, were feeling now. 

"I don't need your protection, whore," the boy spat your way, as Eris once again tugged at the boy's shirt. "Tabias," but the teen shoved the future heir off himself before fixing the material angrily.

"Weren't you the one who said that we needed to be careful? You're giving father a free opportunity to have mine, yours, and Juju's head on a spike." Father. They were siblings. Of course, they were siblings. Looking past them, you saw a girl not older than six. Big tears rolled down her cheeks as she peeked at her two brothers, screaming at each other's throats. She looked petrified as if she had never seen them fight like that before.

"Please, this is unnecessary. I'll just go. I've caused enough problems," you muttered the first logical answer that came to your mind. You were more than prepared to go if that meant this would end.

"You're not going anywhere," Eris said briefly, before glaring at Rory for allowing you to be here in the first place.

"Like hell she is," Tabias snarled, igniting a flame in Eris once again, "You're crossing all the boundaries, young man." It was easy to see that Eris was holding back. He was holding back so he wouldn't do what his father did. Trying to keep his emotions at bay just so he wouldn't project the same horrific conditions that he had grown up in. 

"I'll just winnow it away," you murmured under your breath, "Don't you dare", Eris's finger was firmly pointed your way in an instant. You looked at him one more time, giving him an apologetic smile, before pushing away from Rory and closing your eyes. The flowing sensation seemed to last forever, but when you opened your eyes, you found yourself on your knees on the other side of the room.

"Y/n," Eris was by your side in an instant, his face a mix of frustration and worry. Your eyes met Tabias, who still looked like he would gladly stab a dagger through your heart if he had the chance. You watched as the young male turned around and stormed out of the cabin, slamming the door as he went.

"Let me carry you upstairs," Eris moved an arm around you, but you backed away, "No, go to him. Don't let him walk around alone; it's late". The conflict inside Eris's mind was clear to see. You knew that he wanted to stay and make sure that you were okay, but his family instincts equally as much wanted to make sure that his reckless brother wouldn't do something silly. "Eris, go," you declared, he pressing his forehead against yours for a brief second before pushing past you and out of the door. Leaving you to only hope that the two of them were going to find a way to resolve this. 

You turned your attention to the girl, who still stood in the corner, watching your every move carefully. Tears were still running down her rosy cheeks, but the hiccups had died down.

"Did your father hurt you like mine hurts my brothers?", she pointed at your scars, and a breath hitched in your throat. Mother above, she was too young to know about things like that. Too young to understand what violence was. It should have been dolls and tea parties, not scars and beating on her mind. "No, not really," you managed to mumble, suddenly not quite sure of how to handle this, but she cut in. "You remind me of a sweet that is sold in the market here. Eris buys them for me sometimes. It has caramel swirls, just like on your skin," you couldn't help but smile, "You'll have to show them to me one day," she nodded her head before pulling at a string of her red hair.

"I miss my mom", her bottom lip quivers again and for a split second, it felt like you were looking at yourself. Scared and unsure about what's to come. Like any youngling reaching for the only thing that felt true and safe—mother's embrace. Your own heart ached for your mother and how you wished she was here now guiding you. 

"Come here," you said through gritted teeth, lifting your trembling hand slightly. That was enough for her to move from the corner, she was standing by, as she lanced herself into your embrace. You noticed that her hair was messily braided, making you wonder if it was Eris who did her hair or if it was the aftermath of playing in the woods. From the way she was clinging to you, you knew that there was no way you were just going to leave her here, even if Lauriel or Rory would look after her. "Do you want to have a sleepover in my room tonight?", her big amber eyes looked at you with a spark, as she pressed a stuffy against your cheek, before hugging it close to herself once again. 

"Can Cinna also come?", of course, you thought that's where the dog had disappeared all of a sudden - to guard her. That's probably why Eris didn't name her death claws or something generally scary. As much as the hound was needed for protection, it also served as a form of comfort for the little girl. Rory helped you back up, and if you were being honest, finally laying down felt heavenly. Your body already screamed at you for pushing way too hard so quickly. It ached way more than it did before. Juniper, as the little girl introduced herself, was a real chatterbox once the initial anxiety disappeared. She sat right by your side, her back resting against Cinnamon, who slept peacefully, telling you stories about the stuffy that was made by Eris after she had to leave all of her stuff behind. Whoever was stimulating her imagination was a genius. It felt almost refreshing to see a child who still had a part of themselves unharmed. Even more, refreshing to see her curl up in your arms as the tiredness slowly overtook her tinny body. 

Eris walked back upstairs after a couple of hours. He wanted nothing more than to see you. Ready to stare at you for hours while you slept, even if that was quite disturbing. He found peace in your features. The way your chest rose with every breath. The sight that hit him once he opened the door made his heart swell. Here you were. Peacefully sleeping with Juniper laying on your chest, clenching the material of the shirt you were wearing in her teeny fist, head tucked in the crook of your neck. Eris stood still for a moment, just enjoying the view. He could never have imagined that this would ever be possible.

"How is he?", your voice brought Eris back from his dream world. A little bit inside him felt guilty for waking you up, but then again, it meant that he could see your beautiful eyes now. So, who was he to complain? "He is brooding in his room. He'll get over it," Eris sank into the armchair beside your bed as you drew Juniper closer to you. 

"You know his fear is rational," you said, moving your fingers slowly to play with the end of her stunning hair, then turning back to Eris, "Don't justify his actions and words. He came in here with a dagger." The situation wasn't the best, and that was true. But a sibling part of you knew that in the face of danger, all logical thinking would vanish. It was a part of you, your blood, that was in danger. Protection was the only thing that mattered. "Eris, you and I both saw that he wouldn't have done anything," but fireling just shook his head. He knew his brother wasn't a fighter. He had never held a weapon in his hands until today. So yes, he might not have made a move, but he still chose a brutal action.

"Do you want me to take her so you could rest your arms?", Eris changed the topic quickly as his eyes fell onto your hands that we were holding his sister. You wondered how he knew that they were aching, but you shook your head. Pressing your cheek against the top of her head.

"I forgot what it's like to hold a baby. Back in Velaris, I used to help out in the shelter that we built for the kids who had lost their parents under Amaranth's regime", "Of course you did," Eris mumbled under his breath, making you crick your head at his words, "What is that supposed to mean?", "You always had a heart of gold and wore it on your sleeve."

Your heart trembles slightly at his words. He knew you. Knew more. He knew about you two and that was something your mind occasionally forgot about. It made you feel some type of way but you just let those thoughts slip. Not not, now was not the time. "Can I admit that for a second I thought that they were your kids?" you admitted, feeling your cheeks flush with a blush from embarrassment.

"Did it make you jealous?", Eris questioned, leaning forward from the chair he was comfortably sitting in and wiggling his eyebrows. "Are you being serious?", shaking your head, you let out a laugh, being careful not to wake up the sleeping girl in your arms. This male was unbearable. "I didn't know you had siblings younger than Lucien", truthfully till a couple of days you didn't even know Lucien and him were brothers but you guessed whatever that was done with your mind had shifted the moment Eris came into sight. 

"No one does. Father kept Tabi in a dungeon, and when Juju was born, he told me to kill her straight away and finish off Tabi while I was at it. The share intensity of this situation made goosebumps pick up on your skin. The Hire of Autumn Court had a dark and twisted story of its own. One filled with endless amounts of suffering.

"Eris, I'm so sorry," you muttered; he only shook his head while staring straight ahead. "You know I was outside my mother's room while she was giving birth, just like with all the other siblings. Was fully expecting another brother," he let out a pained huff, and you could tell that his eyes were glossing up. "I got to hold her first, and... I cried as I had never cried before." You felt your own eyes starting to sting. Eris pinched the bridge of his nose, clearly trying to compose himself. "I did, however, know one thing. I was ready to die if it meant that I could keep her safe." This side of him was new to you. He was a caring man who hid under a mask of coldness just so he could keep himself from breaking. 

"You know she loves you, right?", Eris almost shrugged his shoulders as if he wasn't sure of it. As if he wasn't worth it even if you knew that he was. "She went on and on about you all night. How you make flower crowns with her, made her this awesome stuffy that has a whole backstory and keeps monsters away at night, and how no matter what you have to do, you always come to her room to tuck her in at night. Eris, they both are lucky to have you", he let out a chuckle, your words most likely brought back memories the two siblings shared. Secretary making you wish that maybe you'll get to see them together like this at some point as well. Happy - not thorn apart by arguments. 

After a moment of silence, you couldn't bear to look at his hurting eyes. "Come here," you said softly, gently patting the side of the bed, "No, it's okay," "Vanserra, don't make me tell you again." He chuckled as he scrubbed out of the chair and made his way towards the bed, quickly stopping by the side of it, eyes fixed on you. "Well, aren't you going to lie down?", you asked him but Eris continued to just look at you without moving, "Why would I?".

He was unbelievable. Sometimes you just couldn't wrap your head around the fact that some things seemed so unimaginable to him. They almost made him flustered. "So we could sleep?", "In the bed?", the fact that he was genuinely questioning that as if that were the most unimaginable thing made you laugh quietly. 

"Do you prefer sleeping on the floor?", you teased him, "I liked you better than you were sleeping," he muttered, earning a playful gasp from you. But the thought of fighting him again was dashed by the sensation of him being so close to you. You let yourself admire his features as his body slowly relaxed. Wishing that only for a night you would have a chance to look at him. 

The next morning was slow. You woke up to an empty bed that made you miss the night prior. You craved the feeling of the warm fire. It soothed your cold slink. Feeling way stronger than yesterday, you managed to pick yourself up on your own two feet. Enjoying the freedom it allowed you. Yet, the tension in the dining room was intense. Tabias didn't so much as look your way. Juniper was unsure of what to do, and Eris was keeping a close eye on his brother.

"Don't you want to say something to YN, Tabias?", you glared at Eris. The boy played with his food for some time before saying, "I'm sorry, and you can stay". He said through gritted teeth without meaning it clearly.

"But if this goes sour and Beron finds out, I'm taking Juju, and we're getting out of here. I'm not dying because you're his little girlfriend now," "That wasn't...," Eris tensed at the sound of his brother's words. But you quickly interrupted him, "That's exactly what you should do, but know that I wouldn't back out of the fight to make sure you all are safe."

Tabias looked your way for a split second before turning away to his food. Deep down you hoped your two could make it work. That you could earn his trust. "Eris brought the chocolate swirls I told you about," Juniper beamed as you sat next to her. The girl eagerly pushed the sweet treat next to your skin, comparing the similarity of the caramel swirls. You couldn't help but smile at her fondly. Somehow, you don't mind the cracks on your skin that much with her tiny, warm hands on you.

You and Eris had slipped out for a walk right after breakfast. Lauriel especially encouraged you to take a short walk in the fresh air, and Eris quickly jumped on the idea that he could escort you before he had to go. You frown at the need to separate from him, but he told you not to overwork your little head. The forest during the day looked so pretty. It was a shame that it turned into a nightmare during the night. Eris had a place in mind. Promising that the walk there was short and that you'd get to sit down and enjoy the view for a bit. He was convinced that you were going to love it, and he wasn't wrong. You stopped for a while to just look at the sight in front of you.

"I know I said we were going to make new memories, but you just have that same look on your face you used to have when I brought you here," your eyes widened, "You used to bring me here?". Eris guided you to a pile of soft leaves so you two could sit down. "This was our spot," you whined, pulling at his hands, "Eris, this is torture, I want to know."

"You will when the time is right." "That's bullshit. I won't forgive you if you pull a Rhys on me with all the secrets," you said, crossing your arms over your chest, looking ahead of yourself. You wished you could just unlock all the memories and finally understand why someone who was still a stranger felt so familiar to you.

"I like it when you get bossy," Eris teased, leaning forward; you rolled your eyes trying to back away from him, "Eris...", "And I like it when you roll your eyes at me; you look cute when you're frustrated." You smirked at him, unable to conceal your grin, "You're a shameless flirt," Eris only shrugged his shoulders, "That's a charming quality, no?", you shook your head laughing. Allowing yourself to zone out for a moment and take in the scenery around you.

"It just feels weird. I had no idea who you were until I came here, but then I just... knew things about you all of a sudden; it felt like a dream in the shell of a nightmare", it was true it felt odd. So near yet so far away. So familiar yet unknown.

"When I saw you, I thought I was having another hallucination", "Well, I am real...", you moved closer to poke his side and realized just how close you two were sitting. That same scent of him filled your body, making you feel warm inside. You saw Eris glancing at your lips before his eyes met yours once again. Suddenly feeling shy, you turned away, biting your lip.

Gods, what was this male doing to you? It's like he collected all the broken pieces of your heart and put them back together carefully overnight. You swore your life to another not long ago, but it feels like years ago now. "Never do that again", "Do what?", Eris gently guided your face to him, and you couldn't help but let out a shaky breath. 

"Never turn your face away from me", tingles ran down your whole body. You felt your heart beating so loudly that it felt like it was beating in your ears. Or maybe it was Eris's heart that you were hearing. Ever so gently, Eris leaned in. His lips felt like fluffy clouds. And mother was he a good kisser. Your mind blanked for a second as you two melted into each other.

Then, all of a sudden, you heard laughter. It was so loud and familiar, but Eris continued to kiss you as if he didn't hear it. It echoed again, this time even louder. It was your laugh you were hearing. Your own and Eris's. Hands came to rest on your head as your muscles started to spasm.

"I dare you to catch me," you said, peeking at Eris from behind the tree. His white shirt was done open, a smug smile on his face, "Considering you've flown three times already, I'm afraid I'll have to say you're cheating", you chuckled at him as he launched forward trying to grip your hand. Spinning like an autumn wind, you took off running, dogging his every move.

"I'd say you're a bad hunter Mr. Fox", you saw the fire ignite inside him. Oh, he loved a good chase, and you knew just how to push his buttons. "I just love to play with my victim a little", narrowing your eyes at him, you two picked up your speed once more. You ran till you came across the place you were seated now. The water glistened in the sun as fire-colored leaves fell slowly, with vines hanging from the trees, turning this place almost into a secluded spot. But it was the flowers that drew your attention. Deep pinks and burnt reds, dusted oranges. It looked like a scene from a fairytale book. You had never seen such beauty before.

You felt someone tackling you from the side, causing you to fall into a pile of autumn leaves. Still breaking your fall to avoid you hitting the ground and, more importantly, from injuring your wings.

"Got you. Now fox will feast", Eris leaned in to kiss your neck, bites feeling as sweet as honey as he indulged in your skin. "No, please, Mr. Fox, don't eat me," you mumbled, lowering your pitch and pulling at his short hair. Eris pulled away, frowning.

"That was the worst bagging I've ever heard," you pushed at his chest slightly as the flowers reappeared making yoy reach for them. "Hey, I'm not done with you here," Eris protested, kissing your shoulder, weary of your wings that were neatly folded behind you.

"Look how beautiful this place is. Look at the flowers," you said, your fingers gently running over the petals as you took them in. Eris took a seat next to you. Instead of turning his attention to the flowers, he kept his eyes on you. It never failed to amaze him how much you value little things.

"Can I pick some?", "Who am I to stop you, my wildflower", you leaned in to kiss him, a pack turning into multiples. Addictive. There was just something about him that felt addictive.

"Are you implying that I'm beautiful?", his hands ran through your black hair, "The prettiest flower of them all," chuckling, you fell into his embrace once again. Your eyes snapped open, your heart beating fast. You felt something trickling down your upper lip, and your trembling hand instantly came to touch it. Blood. "Y/N," Eris said as he cupped your face in his hands, breathing heavily. Your head felt hazy. You couldn't stop the tears that picked up at the sides of your eyes.

"Sweet, you're scaring me. Say something," his gaze was drawn to yours. Your hands came to rest over his. As you smiled at him.

"I saw us here," you choked out, "Your wildflower," mumbling under your breath as Eris let out a chuckle himself. His lips pressed to your forehead as he let himself breathe you in. Bringing you closer to his chest. "I'll get you back. Step by step, you'll come back to me."

Your arms were wrapped around Eris's neck as you two stood right outside the cabin. "Do you have to go?", Eris had carried you home, too concerned after the whole flashback and your bleeding to allow you to walk on your own. Making you promise that you'll continue to rest while he was away.

"Believe me, I'd rather stay here and kiss you all day long, but I have to make sure everything is prepared". You frowned as he pushed a strand of your hair behind your ear. "Prepared?", "There's going to be a big high lords meeting soon, and you'll be coming with me", your body ran cold as his words sank in.

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[felixcloud6288]

Dungeon Meshi Chapter 25

This fight ended faster than I expected.

There's something about this panel that I find really cute. I think it has to do with how the dragon walks on its toes.

Laios has a few injuries he didn't have last chapter.

Chilchuck tripping Laios was necessary to stop Laios from putting himself in danger. Chilchuck stomping on Laios's head was probably him blowing off a bit of steam because he's still mad about Kensuke.

I can put up with a lot of graphic violence. The two things I cannot stand though are eye stabbings and ripped or broken fingernails. If you read my Higurashi readthrough, I had a few moments where I was really uncomfortable reading the Eye Opening arc because it had several scenes showing ripped fingernails.

Anyway, Chilchuck throwing Senshi's knife into the dragon's eye made me nauseous.

When the dragon stomped on Senshi, Kensuke shook off the ground. But when Chilchuck tried to pick it up, Kensuke had latched itself to the ground. I'm going to guess that Kensuke latched itself between those moments.

What a coincidence that they just happened to get all the way back to the alley where Laios and Senshi left Senshi's pot lying around.

Based on Marcille's little comment about her spell working, I think the main reason she got thrown back so hard when she hit Laios is because of the effect of her defense spell. Notice that there's also a little sparkle and wind on Laios during this panel.

At this point, I'm convinced Kui had the entire story planned out from the start. She's done an excellent job introducing various details before bringing them into importance. I mentioned how kobolds were first mentioned and depicted in the chapter right before we saw an actual kobold, so there's no need to question what Kuro is.

And now we have Laios bringing up how Marcille's explosion could be used as a catapult. If the fight with the undine hadn't happened, then Laios's plan would have just come out of nowhere.

Now I'm waiting to see how all that stuff about the problems with resurrection will come up. I'm especially looking forward to that whole "being possessed can cause souls to merge" thing. I'm expecting that late in the story, the lunatic mage will manage to resurrect Delgal only for him to instead summon something really bad because Delgal's soul has merged with something.

Laios tied Kensuke to his hand.

Please ignore that Kensuke should be in Laios's right hand during this panel.

No wonder why Laios didn't tell Marcille his plan. If he told her how he was going to use the dragon biting his foot as an anchor, she'd never agree to this plan.

Adrenaline is a hell of a drug. Laios managed to keep his wits about long enough to stab the dragon's inverse scale and roll to land on his back when the dragon finally bit through his leg.

The endorphins are kicking in and Laios tried to stand up using his missing leg.

Learn it yourself you idiot! You're the one always getting hurt. Let the mage girl focus on blowing things up.

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[reivenesque]

Cobra Kai Cinnamon Rolls

[goddessofmischief]

➵ morning; after spending the first night together, character a spends their morning admiring character b before they wake up with adrian chase?

Daylight - Adrian Chase/Vigilante x Reporter!Reader

Soundtrack: Listen to this song while you read. Requests open for Adrian Chase/Vigilante, especially x Reporter!Reader!

...

You loved your boyfriend.

There. You said it.

Then again... saying it wasn’t such a big deal, was it? Not when you’d said it... well.

So many times last night.

You squeezed your eyes shut, vividly remembering-

Well. The night had begun innocently enough.

“I’m really sorry about your shirt,” you said, unlocking your door and letting Adrian inside.

“It’s cool.”

“I mean, you kinda had it coming... you didn’t have to yell at those kids for graffiti’ing that wall. I am sorry they chased you with the spray paint, though.”

“Yeah, ha-ha,” he chuckled, though it sounded a little forced. “I could’ve... killed ‘em...”

You laughed, and he joined in, awkwardly, a minute too late.

Once you grabbed the soap, you began to unbutton his shirt, and, panicked, he smacked your hand away.

“Ow!”

“Sorry! I just... wasn’t expecting that. My bad. Sorry.”

“I should’ve asked first. My fault,” you assured him, and he smiled. “...Do you want to unbutton it yourself? I just have to get it into the washing machine as soon as possible, ‘cause... then it won’t stain.”

“No, I mean - you can do it. You can unbutton it. That’s okay.”

You reached for the buttons again, and it seemed like Adrian had stopped breathing. Finally, you peeled the shirt off, tossing it in your washing machine.

“There - oh.”

You hadn’t paid much attention while you were unbuttoning his shirt, and you suddenly wished you had.

Your boyfriend was... ripped.

There was no other word for it. He was literally the most muscular human being you’d ever seen.

“Do you... work out?” you asked dumbly, and he shrugged.

“I mean - it makes me better at my job, so I try-”

“You’re a reporter.”

“Yeah!” Adrian exclaimed, and it seemed like he had forgotten that. “Yeah, I am a reporter, but, uh... working out helps me focus on the next big... story. Yep.”

You exhaled, trying not to stare. He tapped his bicep.

“Do you want to... want to feel?”

“Yeah,” you admitted, breath shaky. You rested your hand on his bicep, trying not to think about the way Adrian was gazing lovingly down at you.

“Wow.”

“Yeah,” he repeated. “...Wow.”

You looked up at him, and your eyes met. His hand brushed a lock of hair behind your ear.

“...I think I love you.”

“What?” you almost shouted, and even he seemed surprised by what he had said.

“I think I love you. I love you.”

You stood up on your tip-toes, kissing him. He wrapped an arm around your waist.

“I love you, too,” you whispered.

“Say it again,” he teased, and you smiled, shyly.

“I love you, I love you, I love you-”

...Which had led to the later events of last night, and the shockingly ripped, 5′11 man ending up curled next to you, his arm still draped around your waist - as well as a black sheet and comforter - and little else.

You could have watched him for hours. Asleep... he almost looked like an angel, with messy brown curls... and a soft smile.

He began to stir, though, and the moment was broken. You shut your eyes, miming sleep, curious as to what he’d do.

Curious if he would leave.

But... he didn’t. He just leaned in, and held you tighter, breath hot against your neck. You turned over, and his eyes opened again.

“...Hi.”

“Hi,” you repeated, biting your lip. He propped himself up on one elbow, observing you.

“I’m thinking waffles. What are you thinking?”

“Waffles?”

“Yeah. Not to brag, but I’m kind of amazing at them.”

“You want to make breakfast?”

“Well, yeah - if you want. Is that so crazy? Did I do something wrong?”

“No, uh-uh,” you said, shaking your head, still dumbfounded. He planted a kiss on your forehead.

“Okay, then. I’m gonna go make my girlfriend some waffles. And then we’re gonna sit in bed and eat 'em - and I’ll try not to get crumbs over your sheets.”

You loved your boyfriend.

[gaysimpsstuff]

Could I get a Hawks in his rut headcanon?

No problem, Anon! I’m sorry this took so long, I wanted it to be perfect since I really like thinking about Hawks’ avian traits, and I know people really like it too. I hope it’s good! 

Hawks Rut Headcannons

Genre: fluff, smut

Type: headcannons (so... many... headcannons)

Warnings: animal traits, Keigo being possessive af, the commission being assholes, sickness, food, breeding kink, lots of horny times

Other: most of this is based off of real research, but some of it also comes from personal preference. @keilemlucent and their fic Best Nest very much inspired many other headcannons, check them outI They’re one of my favorite creators, and the linked fanfic is one of my favorites! Hope it’s okay I tagged you here lmao

NSFW Taglist: @smolchildfangirl @combat-wombatus @mandalorian-baby-bird @waffleareniceandfluffy (Lemme know if you wanna be added to or removed from the Taglist)

Remember to check if requests are open before sending in a request. This was made while requests were still open.

Pre-Rut Behaviors

Grooming and Preening

Before his rut, Keigo starts to feel dirty. He just seems to accumulate more dust and dirt during hero work than usual. He’ll come back home grumbling about blood in his hair and little bits of concrete in/on his skin.

He will insist you clean him off. So you get to brush his hair, put creams on his face, and wash him off in the shower.

Finally, there’s the preening. If he lets you preen his wings, then you know he’s in it for life. He loves and trusts you with everything he has. 

Expect him to press his nose against yours a lot.

Possessiveness and Protection

You’ll notice he gets more clingy, more possessive of you. He gets really controlling in the days leading up to his rut, so you’ll be annoyed a  l o t.

Just text all your friends and family that you’ve been swamped at work, it’d be a little weird to say “hey guys, sorry I can’t hang out, my boyfriend’s horomones are crazy right now and he gets really insecure if I so much as exist near anyone but him.”

You would come home from work and he’s already on you, sniffing your body to see who you’ve been around, and to see if any of them were attracted to you at all.

If he had any kind of sneaking suspicion that anyone posed a threat, he’s literally laying on you and rolling on top of you to try and get his scent on you. Even if no one will smell it except him, he’s gonna do it.

He’s so protective of you, and if something tiny hurts you or makes you upset...

He.

Is.

Angry.

Someone was rude to you? He’s screaming at them.

Someone tries to hurt or touch you? You’ve got to hold him back to stop him from ripping that person apart limb from limb.

All that x100 when he’s approaching his rut.

One person accidentally bumps into you? He takes it as passive aggressiveness even if they’re very apologetic about it.

You stub your toe on a table? He’s smashed the table and burnt it then thrown the ashes in the ocean. 

If you’re sad about something he can’t beat up, he feels horrible. He’s not the best at comforting people, so he’s just grabbing onto you and not letting go, telling you how much he loves and cares for you, and just how amazing you make his life feel.

If you don’t give him enough attention, he gets really huffy, and it gets worse leading up to his rut. 

You lifted your hands from his head to reach for your buzzing phone? He’s already whining and pouting and begging you to give him more head-pats again.

Nesting

He’ll leave hints asking for you to make a nest, usually saying things like “Our bed needs some changing, don’t you think?” “Don’t you wish our space was more personalized?” 

If you don’t get the hint, he’ll be very sad, and he thinks you’re rejecting him. So you’d better be good at reading into things and realizing he’s approaching mating season and wants you to build a nest.

He comes home one day and sees you piled blankets, pillows, and dirty clothes in the living room, sprayed with his cologne and you’re cologne and/or perfume. He pulls you into his arms and spins around with you, giggling and laughing.

He’s so happy you made a nest for the two of you. 

He starts putting pretty shiny things he likes around the nest. Your toothbrush went missing and you found it in the mountain that was your nest.

Once, you were in desperate need of a clean shirt, and the only clean shirt you could find was in the nest. So you picked it up to put it on, and two seconds later, Keigo was in front of you, hands in your shirt, staring at you with such a fierce intensity, you felt almost like a villain.

He was very mad at you for taking things from your shared nest.

He leaves feathers all around the penthouse, but they’re all piled mostly around the nest, they’re for your protection so don’t try and throw them away.

Noises

He also gets really noisy, so he’ll be ‘singing’ and squawking and cooing constantly. He feels really bad about it so he might get you some noise-blocking headphones for when he’s screeching into the sky in the dead of night about how “THIS IS MY FUCKING TERRITORY Y’ALL MOTHERFUCKERS STAY AWAYYYY!”

You really think bird’s springtime songs are about love? Nah he’s mostly screaming about how he’s gonna fuck his partner and how the neighborhood  practically belongs to him.

Someone called the police once, tired of all the shouting, but the officers backed off when they saw who was doing all the shouting. Most of your neighbors are used to the screaming during early spring.

Rut End-game

On the third and second to last day before his rut, he gets a sudden burst of energy and an increased appetite. He refuses to eat anything unless you’ve made it though, so let’s best hope you can cook at least a little.

When he was younger, his hungry times before his rut were spent either eating anything and everything he can get his hands on. The commission broke that behavior very quickly though, so he’d starve himself before his rut, which would result in him getting very sick from a lack of energy and sustenance. That plus the extreme arousal was a recipe for pain and suffering.

So when you noticed he suddenly stopped eating, you insisted on making food for him, telling him that you wouldn’t let him go hungry ever. That was the first rut in years that didn’t feel like torture.

You’re cooking almost all the time, and he’s constantly eating everything you give him, running around from room to room while he waits for his next meal. He’s basically a hobbit.

In the last day or two before his rut, he suddenly has no energy, and starts getting hot and cold flashes. He’s sniffling, curled up in your shared nest, dirty tissues surrounding him. He comes in and out of consciosness, and when he’s awake, he’s whining and complaining about exhaustion and aches.

Physical Changes

Most of these happen in the last few days leading up to his rut, so it’ll be very sudden. These physical changes is what causes the extreme hunger and sickness.

His feathers darken several shades, and they become super sensitive. They also seem to grow in size, so when you cuddle, you’re smothered by them more than usual.

He also gains an extra couple inches in height, so expect some teasing now that he’s just that little bit taller. His hair also gets thicker and stronger, that’s so you can pull on it when he fucks you.

His nails get longer and darker, and they’re impossible to file or cut. So when he holds you and touches you, he often scratches you on accident. He’s really apologetic about it, but honestly you could totally paint his nails and pretend they’re acrylics if you’re into that.

His teeth get sharper, and he starts biting you just for fun. Bites your finger, hand, wrist, neck, even your nose. He underestimated just how strong his teeth are, and he made you bleed first time he bit you.

His whole body is very sensitive, so head-pats, back rubs, wings, and even his touching his feet can get him to the verge of cumming.

his tongue is longer, and it’s a whole lot stronger. He could probably carry a full plastic water bottle with his tongue (which isn’t a lot, but for a tongue it’s very much a lot).

His voice drops a whole octave and a half- mans is sounding almost like Corpse now. Maybe Markiplier? Anyways, if you’ve got a voice kink, you’re in luck

His dick changes too, it gets bigger, and he grows a lump at the base of it, between his shaft and balls. His balls get smaller until they’re barely noticable beneath what he calls him ‘knot.’

His eyes become sharper too, so don’t try and hide anything from him. 

Rut (MAJOR NSFW)

Everyone already knows Keigo has a breeding kink, but he hasn’t brought it up with you until now. It just kind of- happens. As he’s drilling into you, he suddenly starts blabbering about fucking a kid into you, and how hot you’d look all round with his kids. Might be a little weird for those of you who physically cannot give birth to children (my lovely AMABS and infertile AFABS). 

He can’t control it, so it’s especially weird if you don’t even want kids. If you can get pregnant, you’d better double check that you’re taking your birth control. And get to know some good clinics just in case.

However, if you do want kids, if you want to start a biological family woth Keigo, fuck. You will not be able to handle his happiness and horniness in that moment when you beg him to get you pregnant.

He is going to mark you up. Hickies, bruises, hand prints, bite marks, plus his scent. He needs everyone to know that you are his. He wants to claim you, make sure you know you belong to him. No one else can have you but him.

Halfway through your fuckfest, he starts making animalistic noises. He’s growling, roaring, whining, chirping, etc. This is around the time when he stops thinking about you, so he’ll really rough you up during this phase.

This man was a virgin before you, so this is also the first rut he’s ever going to have with another person, so he’ll hold himself back a lot. He needs you to reassure him at every step, tell him how good you feel, how you want him to fuck you, how not only are you okay with him going all out, you want him too.

Did he just cum? You think you’re finished? HA! No way in fucking hell is he finished after one, two, five, ten... so many rounds. He just keeps going and going and going and how the fuck is he still hard? He cums so fucking quickly, so much, and then keeps going.

When he finally does go soft, his whole personality changes. it’s like he didn’t just fuck you stupid. He immediately goes into ‘protect’ mode, which includes cuddles, him spoon-feeding you, petting you like a dog, and singing to you.

He puts the nest near a window so he can keep an eye out for possible threats. Just like “gotta keep mate safe. Is that the mailman? NO FUCK NO GET OUT OF HEREEEE!” 

One moment, he’s fucking you, and the next he’s leaning halfway out the window, screaming at some poor dude walking his dog. Remember, he’s still naked. You learned your lesson after that and kept the windows locked, and warned the neighbors to stay out of sight of the window, at least for the time being.

You’re going to feel very dirty, because he does not want you cleaning off the sweat, cum, and tears from your body. He likes that you smell like him, and you washing it off makes him feel rejected. 

He’s going to break a lot of things, so move pictures and vases into another room and lock the fuck out of that room. Or else he will break all of it.

He thinks any clothes you’re wearing are mocking him, so wear clothes you hate when his rut starts, then get used to being naked for a couple days. 

Oh yeah, his whole rut lasts one to five days. He’s fucking you for about three days on average.

He fucks you until you faint, and then keeps going until he’s out of ‘fuck’ mode and into ‘protect’ mode. A few times, he fucked you unconscious in the middle of the afternoon and then kept fucking you until the sun rose. 

Yeah, he’s got that much energy.

Don’t worry, during the whole time, he lets out pheromones with a strong vanilla-chocolaty scent that keeps your body and mind relaxed. 

There’ve been times when he’s just fucking into you and your water bottle is just out of reach.

During his rut, he has no shame. Let’s hope your walls are soundproofed, or else your neighbors will all know how he fucks you. 

He will not restrain you or hurt you in any way during his rut. So no degredation, no collars or chains, the only thing keeping you in the nest is his weight on top of you.

He gets upset if you try to touch yourself, things it’s you trying to tell him that he’s not satisfying you enough. 

He wants you to cum as many times as him, which is difficult because of his increased sensitivity, so he’s using every skill he knows to get you cumming again and again and again.

Most of the time, he’s going hard, rough, and spilling absolute filth from his cock and mouth, but in the last few hours of his rut, he suddenly gets emotional.

He’s rocking up against you, holding you close to his body and blabbering about you

How much he loves you

How good you make him feel

How he wouldn’t want anyone else by his side for his rut

How you’re his mate for life

How he’ll protect you and keep you safe.

Please be gentle with him, he’s very vulnerable near the end of his rut, and he’ll cry very easily.

When he’s nearing his last load, he makes out with you sloppily, trying to talk as he shoves his tongue down your throat.

He finishes off by  pushing his knot all the way inside you, and stays there for an hour.

This is the softest moment, and he’s covering your body in kisses. 

His knot pushes these small eggs inside you, and you have the lovely job of pushing them all out the next day. 

Post Rut

When his knot deflates, he finally pulls out and starts cleaning you off. 

He’ll carry you around and finally gives you a bath, constantly making sure you’re okay.

He’ll give you lots of massages and he’ll cook for you. He’s constantly thanking you for helping him, telling you he didn’t deserve it.

Just kiss him on the cheek, tell him you had fun, and that you love him so very very much.

He needs the most reassurance now than ever before.

He’s also very tired, so you’ll be taking care of each other.

Then his ‘post-rut’ resets, and he sleeps for hours.

Then he gets super hungry, and the two of you make huge meals and just kinda binge eat for a day or two.

Then his physical changes go back to normal, and you have a happy lil bird boy who simps for you so hard

[mha-princess]

Canon Dabi x insecure reader where she’s insecure about her body since she’s not thin. She voices it to him after seeing a pretty and smaller girl flirt with him, and he shows her how much he cares for her? NSFW pls! Thank u!

stop your whining [dabi x fem!reader]

A/N: I didn’t proof this so bc I really wanted to post today also I’ll be posting my 1k event soon! - Anako ✿

Genre: canon-verse, smut, drabble

Word Count: 1.5k+

Warning: unprotected sex, breeding, degradation

You continue to twirl on the bar stool, your attention long adverted from the chatter dispersed around you. It wasn’t an uncommon for you to tune out of the league’s conversations, especially when the topic was new recruits. New female recruits. To be honest you didn’t think new recruits within the group was necessary, but then again it wasn’t your call. You rolled your eyes at the thought and let yourself tune into the girl riding Shigaraki’s dick, desperate to receive a compliment.

“I really admire your ideologies. I’m willing to follow through with any task given. Any task given.” She enunciates, taking a step closer towards both Dabi and Shigaraki. Her small stature made her seem sweet, cute even, but her eyes had mischievous intent. The two men glance at eachother exchanging an understanding look before, looking back to the girl.

“Thank you for your interest. We look forward to your loyalty. Kurogiri be a gent and show her out.” Shigaraki, responds.

The girl grins as if she just had an interview and was sure she got the job. As Kurogiri shows her out you watch her sway her hips, the skirt she’s wearing a little less than admiring. After Kurogiri is out of sight you sigh in relief.

“Thank god that’s over. Fucking groupies, this is getting old.” You sigh raising from the bar stool.

“Her quirk will be of use to us.” Dabi shrugs.

“Shapeshifting? Tch, isn’t that what we have Toga for?”

“You think I’d drink animal blood?! Gross Y/N!” The blonde exclaims, partially offended.

“Wouldn’t put it past you babe.” You shrug, “I’d rather you be able to do both that way we don’t have some groupie in the league.”

“Why so judegmental now Y/N? Aren’t you all about giving people chances and bullshit like that?” Dabi snarks, shoving his handing into his pockets.

“Not skanks,” you reply, “Well, maybe she didn’t come off as a skank to you seeing as you were pretty friendly.”

“Jealousy is fucking ugly on you.” Shigaraki rasps, opting to leave the room with the others rather than hear you bicker with the black haired male.

“Jealous? The hell is there to be jealous about?!” You shout, the leader sending you the finger before leaving.

“Shigaraki’s right.” Dabi agrees, beginning to stroll away to his room, “It’s also a huge turn off.”

“Turn off ? It’s not like I ever turned you on. You’d rather the skimpy skinny bitch, right? She seems more your type.” Dabi stops to turn around to face you.

The expression on his face was unreadable but the aura he was emitting was deadly. He then inches toward you causing you to take little steps back.

“Y/N.” Is all he says and you stop right where you are. As he closes the space between you he grabs your arm, the force of his fingertips crushing into your muscle.

“The room. Now.” He grits, shoving you in front of him.

“Don’t fucking shove me. Better yet keep your hands off of me. ” You mumbled, making your way down the hall.

When you enter the room Dabi slams the door behind you.

“So fucking unnecessary,” you voice, back turned to him.

“No, your fucking unnecessary. And fucking look at me when I’m talking to you.” He demands gripping your shoulder and flipping you around.

“Didn’t I say to keep you damn hands off of me?!” You hiss, pushing his hands off of you. Dabi, refutes by taking a death hold on your waist, pushing you into the foot of the bed. His hands grip tighter and eventually your sides begin to run hot, the smell of singed clothing flooding the air.

He draws closer to your face, he gets so close you can feel his breath ghost over your lips, “Now listen you fucking brat, I don’t know what your problem is but you better fix that shit real fast. I don’t like to play with bratty bitches.”

“Your the bratty bitch,” you bark. Dabi’s lips draw together before he pushes you over the footboard and onto the bed. He then climbs inbetween your legs and loops his fingers around what’s left of your belt loops.

“You can either tell me what your problem is now or you can wait until my cock is rupturing your fucking cervix. ” he offers, pulling your pants off along with your underwear.

“Do your worst, bitch.” You spit.

Now I know it seems like that was a badass move, but it was a bad decision to say the least. Dabi was never a gentle lover and now that you’ve pissed him off, he definitely wasn’t going to take and precautions. You were being a bitch and if the only way to fix that is fucking you, then so be it.

Without any care he yanks you up and takes off the remainder of your clothing. Your lips purse into a thin line, the feisty part in you wanting to say something, but with the mood you had put him in you knew better. In one motion your back hits the mattress once more.

The male on top of you doesn’t even bother stripping from his clothing. You watch as he undoes his zipper and shimmies his pants below his hips. He sucks air into his mouth before pushing it out causing spit to fly onto your slit as well as his cock.

He then grabs the back of your knees, his fingertips still hot from the incident earlier, and throws them onto his shoulders.

“Don’t open your mouth until your ready to tell me what the hell is wrong with you,” and with that remark he plunges the whole of his cock into your pussy. You let out a shaky gasp which is quickly met by a hand around your throat.

“Not a fucking peep.” The male urges, drawing out of your folds before thrusting back in. He slams his hips into yours hard enough to send you moving forward on the mattress. The sheets beneath you losing there stability. Your pussy clenches around his length in an attempt to lessen the impact of his thrusts.

“Stop clenching. Your gonna rip my dick off,” he growls, and it sends chills through out your body. Dabi had such a disgusting mouth, vial even, but in the end it’s only added to your pleasure. The pleasure which you couldn’t admit you were indulging in. The thought of Dabi fucking you with no mercy only made you want to piss him off more.

Your voice ached to be heard as he continued to fuck your greedy pussy. The sounds of slapping and low distasteful grunts echoed off the hollow walls as he continued to reek havoc on your slit. The closer he got to cumming the closer he neared your cervix.

“You know what? Your fucking cute like this. Being a stubborn fucking brat. Making me fuck you just to get you to act right.”

Cute? Through the rough pleasure that you were feeling that word made something burn inside you.

“Cute? You don’t think I’m fucking cute.” You wither through labored breaths. He takes the pressure off of your neck, interested in trying to hear you explain yourself as he pounds your cunt.

“And why wouldn’t I think your cute, mm?”

“Because you were into that thin bitch. Talking to her, grinning at her. Bet you couldn’t wait until I left so you could fuck her.”

“If I wanted to fuck her I would’ve fucked her. But here I am balls fucking deep in my cunt. In the pussy that belongs to me.” His vulgar words, spark a heat in your tummy, leaving your insides twitching.

“So that’s what the attitude was for? Because you thought I wanted to fuck some rando?” He chuckles before taking the back of your thighs into his hands. He then pushes them back as far as they can go before pulling the length of his cock out, leaving only the tip. Your hand scrambles to meet his stomach but by the time your fingers meet his skin he’s already eight inches deep in your pussy. The head of his cock kissing your cervix.

“Dabi!” You cry out, your toes curling as he slams the weight of himself into you. The boy leans down and places a tart kiss on the shell of your ear.

“So pretty when you cry out like that.” You whimper at his words and weakly shove at his chest.

“Take some out. I told you what was wrong.” A feeble whine lacing your tone.

“I know that’s what we agreed on but your sucking me in. I couldn’t pull some out if I tried.” He whispers, dragging his tongue up your ear. You groaned, squirming under him it was as if he just kept adding inches. Nevertheless the pain you felt was something you were use to, something that you only used to add to your pleasure.

“Gonna cum.” You cry out as he rhythmically fills you up, his cock crashing against your womb again and again. You feel you thighs tremble as your body locks up around him. Your hands slam down gripping the sheets as your orgasm courses through your body. Dabi moves his mouth to kiss you as he lets his own orgasm spill into you. Once you regain your breath you lazily push him off of you.

“Heavy.” You mumble, grabbing the sheets to cover yours self, but before you can pull them over your chest they’re ripped from your hands.

“Don’t.” He demands, letting his hand trail up and down your lower abdomen as he lays he head on your chest, “Let me rub here. It’s cute.”

“Stop calling me cute.” You say rolling your eyes.

“But that’s what you are. Your a damn brat as well but your beautiful, perfect body, perfect smile. It warms my shallow ass heart.” You fluster at his words as he continues his actions.

“Dabi don’t say-.”

“Will you be quiet?” he sighs, “I love you. Your perfect. I wouldn’t dare think of another girl so stop your whining.” You obey and entangle your hand in his hair .

Nothing else needed to be said on your part or his. You were aware of you over exaggeration of the situation and you were glad you had a boyfriend who cared enough to hear you out, even if it was after destroying your cervix.

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Year of the Ox (Minotaur x Reader)

Pairings: Gender Neutral!Reader/M!Minotaur

Genre: Fantasy, Friends to Lovers, First times

Warnings: Explicit content (18+ only) ahead

Word Count: 3243 words

Summary: On the night of the annual new year's festival, you decide to treat your Minotaur neighbor to some new experiences.

“____, have you finished rolling those croissants yet?” The exasperated sound of your mother’s voice bounces off the small kitchen walls, shocking you out of your daydreaming and jerking your body into motion. On the counter besides you lies 40-something flat triangles of pastry, only one half-rolled into a semi-decent croissant shape.

“Uh, almost!” You yell towards the living room, scrambling to the cutting board.

“Those croissants have to be ready by tonight, darling! We can’t be the only family not bringing something to the festival!”

“I’m on it right now, ma!” You shout, pushing up your sleeves as you begin to roll.

It’s not as if the task is difficult, only mindless, the kind of busy-work that forces your mind and eyes to wander. Wander to the open window above the sink, right into the neighboring field of crops. Right where your next-door neighbor and friend, Gavin, is tilling the field.

Frankly, this shouldn’t be an issue. A couple of years ago, when you were saddled with this exact task on this exact day, you’d send Gavin a wave and be on your merry way. Maybe the two of you would shout a couple sentences to each other, making small talk about tonight, but that was it.

But now, your brain willingly deep fries itself with every glance, every peak, out onto his family’s property.

Although the winter has brought some chill, farming is still backbreaking work, one that leaves Gavin slicked with sweat and giving the occasional grunt as he digs in a shovel or hoe. His top button is undone, revealing a toned, chestnut fur-covered chest. And those pants, my god those pants, seemed to hug every perfect curve of his thick legs and butt, his long tail swaying back and forth as he worked. Every noise he makes sends a shiver down your spine.

To say Gavin underwent a “growth spurt” in the past year would be an understatement by a landslide. At only 23, he now stood over two heads above you, with a giant set of horns and a barrel-like chest. His thighs easily doubled the size of yours and his arms looked like they could rip a lumber log right in half.

Your hands continue to roll nothing but air as you find yourself lost in the contours of his muscular back, which push and pull under his shirt, giving a good picture of what lies behind the fabric.  He pauses, straightening his posture and letting out a long sigh as he stretches his back, wiping a bit of sweat off his brow. You think there might be drool coming out of your mouth, a pool of saliva you nearly choke on when he whips around, looking right at you.

As if nothing has changed, Gavin sends you a big smile, waving enthusiastically. You stick up a flour-covered hand and try to look composed.

Gavin perks up, making a rolling motion with his hands and mouthing “Croissants?”

You nod, giving him a thumbs up.

He cheers silently, clenching his fist like you just told him he won the lottery. Your family makes these croissants every year, but every year Gavin acts like it’s the greatest surprise of the season. It’s very sweet, like everything else about him.

Gavin gives you another smile and goes back to working, leaving you to pine all by yourself. You force yourself to focus on the task at hand, but even when he finishes and heads back inside, Gavin still works inside your brain.

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Despite the small size of your town, the New Year’s fireworks never fail to be bigger and better than ever. It’s the one night of the year every dad is allowed to go hog wild, setting off every new, home-made firework-abomination they’ve cooked up during the holidays. But as the fireworks fire off, the blasts resonating through the shaky barn walls and their glow flashing in between the wooden boards, all you can focus is on Gavin. Gavin whose hand is on the small of your back, whose muzzle is frantically planting kisses down your neck, and whose chest you’re gripping onto for dear life as your bodies grind against each other. His hot breath sends shivers down your spine as you press your hips even closer into his, electricity weakening your news as a tell-tale bulge presses against your crotch.

With your mind hazy, you barely remember how you got here. You weren’t quite crotchety enough for your parents and a little too boring for your younger siblings, so you and Gavin often drifted away and hung out together on the New Year’s Festival. The night had been going normal, taking swigs of a spiked apple cider and wandering around the fairgrounds, although you were dressed a little nicer than usual, when Gavin lamented about having no one to kiss at midnight. A little bit of alcohol, a flirty remark from you, and things seemed to spiral from there. In no time at all the two of you had run over to his family’s barn, minds locked in a singular haze of passion.

But the why and the how mattered very little to you at the moment, especially with Gavin’s left palm slowly sneaking it’s way down to your butt, hovering over your backside hesitantly. You lean into Gavin for another kiss and grab his wrist, slapping it down on your butt and urging him to squeeze.

Even through your jeans, Gavin’s hands are rough. His fingertips just barely touch your thigh as he squeezes your cheek once more, his palm large enough to easily grab most of your ass. Gavin continues to knead until his knees hit the back of a huge hay bale, causing him to throw one of his hands back to steady himself.

It’s only when sitting that you and Gavin are face-to-face, his large thighs stretching out his work pants as you slot yourself in between and run your hands up the denim. But Gavin wastes no time in picking you up by the back of your legs and plopping you onto his lap. You rush to find his lips again, meeting Gavin halfway as you sloppily paw at his shirt, wrapping your arms around his thick neck, desperate for the feeling of his fur and muscle under your fingers.

Mind still foggy, you work up the resolve to pull away and begin tugging at the bottom of your dress shirt, untucking it from your pants and pulling it up, right until-

“Oh, shit, ____, uhm….”

You pause, peaking your head out of your shirt collar, arms still raised. Gavin looks at you, rays of moonlight catching off his horns as he breathes heavily, trying to find the words. His eyes dart from your face, your body, to somewhere in the distance as he fidgets. You slowly pull your shirt down,  pressing a hand against his cheek. “Is everything alright? We can stop if you-”

“No! No, I don’t want to stop. Definitely not. I mean, uh, if you want to stop we can, I just-”

You thumb brushes over Gavin’s cheekbones, reaching up your forefinger to sweep away the stray hairs that had fallen over his eyes. This time of year his coat is extra thick, Gavin’s hair a curly mess of locks that fall just past his snout. You could never decide which look you prefer; When he pulls his hair up into a work-bun, or when he lets it messily hang over his shoulders. But in this moment, all you can focus on are Gavin’s beautiful brown eyes, even as he avoids your gaze.

“I’ve never done this before.”

Gavin clenches his eyes shut, wincing for an oncoming reaction.

“...Oh.” You mutter, blinking quickly as you mull over this revelation. Gavin looks at you from under his eyebrows, a strong blush traveling up his neck and onto his cheeks. “Not anything? With anyone?” Gavin shakes his head. His hands play with a stray piece of hay, betraying his anxiety.

You’re shocked, Gavin is one of the most handsome bachelors in town, one you’ve been pining after for months now, but try not to let it show. While you yourself aren’t necessarily a connoisseur of sex, you’ve still had your fair share of encounters, even in your small hometown.

You quickly realize you’ve left Gavin alone with his thoughts for a solid 30 seconds, right after he told you something he is clearly nervous about. Shaking yourself out of your stupor, you straighten your posture and stand up. Gavin’s eyes follow you, small hints of fear and anxiety within them. You lean down and give him a long kiss on the lips, before pulling away and whispering in his ear.

“I want to make you feel good. Would that be okay?”

Gavin gulps, nodding against you, fingers digging into your blouse as you press another kiss behind his ear. Then on his jaw, and slowly move down his neck, leaving a trail of affection until you hit his collarbone.

You pull away and Gavin moves to sit up, but you press a solid hand on his chest and press him back down, sliding down his thighs and onto your knees. Gavin gulps as your hand travels down his abdomen, fingers dancing on his happy trail before lightly tracing over his growing hard-on. Once you’ve reached his crotch, you take your time squeezing and admiring Gavins muscular quads, not bothering to hide how aroused he’s made you. You want him to know how hot he is, how desperately you want to ravish him, have him ravish you.

Your eyes focus on his bulge, licking your lips as you slowly tip-toe your fingers to his zipper.

“If you need to stop, let me know okay? Seriously, I want you to feel comfortable.”

Gavin shakily nods, letting out a surprised groan as you palm his cock through the denim. He throws his head back as you slowly undo the zipper with one hand, the other continuing to tease and rub his dick as his boxer briefs are revealed. You slowly lean down and press a kiss to his groin, forcing another low moan out of him. Behind him, you hear the flicks of his tail against the hail bale as you give his dick another kiss. With slow movements, you finally pull on his underwear down to the top of his thighs, revealing his cock.

You had expected Gavin to be….well-endowed. But my god, nothing could compare to seeing it in person. It’s long, thick, the tip of it hitting just underneath his belly button as it presses up and out of his boxers. His balls are also large, carrying a familiar sweaty musk from long days of farmwork. Saliva begins pooling in your mouth.

Apparently you got lost in your own thoughts, staring at his cock and pondering in what way it could fit in any part of you, as Gavin sucks in a deep breath and asks,

“Is it-Are you good?” His whispers, voice trembling with pent-up pleasure. You give a wordless nod, snapping yourself out of your own self-consciousness and lock eyes with Gavin. He may have the dick of a sex-god, but this was still his first time. You send him a reassuring smile.

“Y-yeah, I’m good. Your cock is really nice.” Gavin’s whole face flushes an even darker shade, his ears twitching and his tail flicking with embarrassment.

“R-really? U-uhm, thanks. I guess I never-hngh!” Gavin’s front lurches, his throat tripping on coherent sentences as you press a kiss to the base of his cock, hand’s running up to his inner thighs. You pull back, but only an inch.

“Was that okay?”

“Y-yes, yes, yeah that was-uhng-that was good.” Gavin stammers, throwing a hand through his long hair. It brings a small smile to your face. “C-could you do it again?”

You nod once more, pressing a longer, slower kiss to Gavin’s cock. A hot stream of air pushes out of his nose and he stutters a low ‘fuck’ as you slowly begin to lick up the underside of his dick. One of your hands moves from massaging his legs to tentatively fondle his balls. In your periphery you can see his big hands clench around the hay, another deep moan coming from his chest. Your fingertips barely touch around the circumference, a bolt of heat shooting down your abdomen as you feel the size of him in your hand. A myriad of dirty images, fantasies and positions fly through your mind, but you steady yourself and focus on the task at hand.

Gavin’s breath steadily increases as you continue to jerk him off, lightly suck at his head and play with his balls. He keens and whines when you give him a particularly hard squeeze or suck, leaning his weight back on one elbow and eyeing you in between his messy hair.

“Shit, s-shit, that feels so good. Right there, please.” Gavin begs, hands struggling to find purchase on the bale below him as you continue to tease.

You finally take the leap, lifting yourself up on your knees, and take about 2 inches of him into your mouth. Your decision is immediately rewarded with Gavin’s loud, shocked moan, catching in his throat as his legs tense up. He mutters a curse under his breath and you start bobbing up and down, slowly working your way down the many inches of his long dick. Your hand movements grow sloppy as you focus more and more on breathing through your nose and sucking in your cheeks, but Gavin doesn’t seem to mind. His adorable whimpers have raised in pitch, rowdier moans breaking in between as your tongue swirls around his shaft. You can feel the way he struggles to think of what to do with his hands, mind warped by new sensations, so you grab one of his palms and place it on the back of your neck. Gavin instinctively tangles his fingers through your hair, right before lightening his grip and avoiding pushing you to choke on his cock. You struggle down another half-inch anyway, forcing his lower-body to jolt and his hands to tighten.

For a virgin, he has rather impressive stamina, the back of your throat beginning to tire after several minutes of the intense blowjob. But Gavin’s moans and tiny pleas for “More, more, more” are music to your ears, time passing like nothing.

In your hand, you feel his balls tighten, his thighs tensing around you as his tail flickers uncontrollably.

“Oh fuck, oh shit. ____, I’m close, I’m so close.” Gavin keenes, his hips stuttering up and into your mouth as you pick up your pace. Gavin continues to stutter and whine, peppering you with compliments as his legs quiver with an impending orgasm. But at the last second, you detach with a sloppy pop, giving a light kiss to his pre-cum soaked head. Gavin’s eyes jolt open, losing his grip on your scalp as his chest heaves up and down.

“W-what-”

“You want to come down my throat, big boy?” You murmur, squeezing the base of his cock in a vice grip. Gavin yelps, hips humping into yours. “You want me to swallow a mouthful? Feel my throat around your cock as you cum?” You suck on one of his balls and Gavin’s moan is downright musical. Gavin frantically shakes his head up and down. “Uh-uh, sweetie. I want to hear you.”

You don’t know where this wave of confidence is coming from, perhaps you yourself are discovering something new tonight as well. But as Gavin looks at you, cheeks dark with embarrassment and eyes desperate for you and only you, it feels as if a spark has set off a stick of dynamite in your belly. Gavin pushes back his hair, sucking in another long breath, right before he says.

“P-please, I want to come in your mouth. ____, I need your mouth on my cock, please.”

Your smirk, immediately latching back onto his cock and quickly deepthroating him. Gavin’s hand moves on its own and presses you down even farther, tears peaking at the edge of your eyes as he presses against your gag reflex. Your hand continues it’s ministrations with his balls as you suck up and down. Gavin lets his moans out, no longer bothering to suppress them in his chest as his lower body tenses once more.

“Sh-shit! S-shit, I’m coming, I’m coming, ____ I’m comi-ing!”

Like a tidal wave, Gavin orgasms, his first shot nearly causing you to choke as it hits the back  of your throat.

Wow, I didn’t even think it was possible to cum this much.

You lock your lips around his dick as he continues to climax, filling up your mouth with his seed as he throws his body back onto the hay bale. When you finally pull off, a long stream of cum leaks down the side of your mouth, forcing you to swallow as soon as you can. With a silent and satisfactory “Aaah~”, you wipe at your chin.

Gavin lays, exhausted, on the bale. His tail weakly sways back and forth under him, his sweaty fur sticking out from his few top undone buttons. You let yourself rest back on your thighs, a little sweaty yourself, admiring your handiwork.

“That feel good?”

Gavin nods, a mindless smile on his face as he catches his breath. You chuckle at his blissed expression, giving him a solid pat on the calf.

Using his thick thighs as leverage, you push yourself up, leaning over his large form and giving him a small peck on the cheek. Gavin’s smile grows even wider and he gives you a kiss of your own, his hand lazily patting your lower back.

“Well,” You rub his chest fur, “I’m happy I could give you your first blowjob, big guy.”

You move to push yourself away, but Gavin holds you still, his one hand easily keeping you in place as he presses himself back up and onto his elbows. He pecks another kiss on your cheek.

“I’m happy too. You were really, really amazing.”

“I try my best.” Gavin chuckles, thumb still lackadaisical brushing up and down your back. “We should probably-”

“Do you-”

The two of you pause, each trying to let the other one speak their piece.You both laugh, but then you relent and let Gavin go first. His face fills with blush once more, adjusting himself and sheepishly rubbing the back of his neck as he tries to find the right way to speak.

“It’s just….that was a pretty fantastic first blowjob. And handjob, technically. Like, really great.” Gavin pauses, eyes darting from you to the ground. “I appreciate it so, so much. I was thinking that you could, uhm, maybe teach me how to-” The words stumble out of Gavin’s mouth, his hand slightly fidgeting with the back of your shirt, “Maybe you could teach me how to make you feel good? B-but only if you want to.”

You pause, slightly shocked, until you feel that tightening heat firing up in your belly, a slight tremor of excitement shaking down your limbs. You nod, just a tiny bit breathless.

“Y-yes, I would love that, Gavin.”

With a smirk, Gavin sweeps you up, wrapping your legs around his waist as he holds onto your thighs, laying a kiss on your pulse point.

What a way to spend the new year.

[duskamethyst]

love.

a/n: happy valentines day! have this spicy content for now but if you’re looking for high-cocky bastard-suna, this ain’t it. sorry.

word count: 2.3k

genre: smut, nsfw, fluff

warnings: soft dom, orgasm denial

pairing: pro!suna x f!reader

summary: suna got you a gift for your anniversary. wonder why he likes it so much..

“hm? a bracelet?” you take out the shiny jewelry out from the crimson box, inspecting it in your hands. there’s a letter ‘R’ that gleams with its rhinestones and a bell that chimes as you jiggle it. 

“close,” your boyfriend smiles when he catches the fascinated look on your face. “it’s an anklet.”

suna takes the ornament from you and drops down to his knees to fasten it around your ankle. he takes a good look at it, pondering briefly over how he made a good choice to get it for you as an anniversary gift. 

you look over your ankle intriguingly, shaking it slightly to hear the bell ring in response. 

“it’s so pretty!” you beam excitedly and kiss him in thanks as he raises back up on his feet. “then you have to put on the perfume i gave you too.”

suna raises an eyebrow, “perfume?”

“shit–” your hand flies over to cover your mouth instantly by reflex and you shake your head. “i didn’t say that.”

your boyfriend laughs as he takes the nicely wrapped present and shakes it in a feigned attempt to figure the not-so-mysterious content, “gee, i wonder what it could be.”

“oh, i don’t know. guess you have to find out.” you reply in the same sardonic tone, suppressing giggles as you watch him rip off the paper unceremoniously. 

suna blinks once, twice at the box and glances at you before looking back at the box that is engraved with a name that he’s aware to be high end. he’s not very materialistic but he knows for sure that it costs more than you can afford for yourself and the thought of you forking out so much money on it makes his heart swell. 

“well?” you grin sheepishly as you wait for him to say something. 

“babe, this is..” he sighs, brushing a hand through his brown locks. “how did you even–”

“don’t mind that! put it on!” you chide.

suna shakes his head and chuckles as he opens the packaging to pull out the expensive bottle. he takes off the lid and takes a whiff of the manly scent, yet has no idea what the contents are. he guess he should wear it often if you like the scent so much, especially since you’re the one who chose it for him. he sprays the cologne on his wrist and rubs it with the other before applying it on the back of his ears.

you don’t remember how many bottles it took to find the one that you absolutely would like on him but you know you’ve made the right choice when the aroma has proven to suit his character very well; sexy and alluring.

“you smell so fucking good.” you sigh in content as the scent begins to fill your senses.

“is this your way of saying that i always stink?” he forces an offended frown but the slight upturn at the corner of his lips tells you it's only superficial. 

“yeah, you reek. especially after your practice.” you tease before suna envelops you into a warm hug. 

“but i won’t wear it to practice.” he mutters as he caresses your hair gently. “it’s a waste if the guys are the only ones who are going to smell it.”

“that’s fine. you can always wear it around me.”

suna pulls away to look at you, blankly staring at you with his dark and narrow eyes. “and, you shouldn’t be giving me expensive stuff. i won’t even mind if you didn’t get me anything. you’re more than enough for me.”

“but–” 

“no buts.” he places a small kiss on your lips. “still, thank you for this.”

you smile and counter back with a kiss, “happy anniversary, rin. i love you.”

“i love you, too.” he taps your nose with his finger before picking you up off your feet and cradling you in his arms, making you squeal in surprise. “now that we’re done with that, time to put that to the test.” 

��put what to the test?” you look up at him with curiosity as he carries you towards your shared room, leaving the empty plates of your homemade dinner behind. 

“why do you think i got you something with a bell on it?” he grins slyly before throwing you on the bed and causing the bell around your ankle to chime from the result of the impact. 

warmth creeps up to your cheeks as you put one and one together, “you wouldn’t..” 

“oh, yes i will.” suna climbs on top of you, pale yellow irises swirling like flames as he gazes deeply into your eyes before leaning down to slip his tongue past the barrier of your lips in an amorous kiss. your hands find their way to his nape, pulling him closer to deepen the kiss.

suna swallows down your moans as he hastily works on taking off all his lower garments and grinds his erection against your sex, soothing the throb that he has been keeping inside his pants the moment he put on the ornament around your ankle since his mind just kept on wandering at the thought of how he has been wanting to put it on to good use. 

he breaks the kiss to plant wet, soft kisses down your throat, suckling and nibbling on the sensitive skin that he knows will have you whining underneath him while his large, calloused hands massages your mounds through the flimsy dress. 

“you’re so pretty,” he whispers against the crook of your neck as tugs down the straps off your shoulders and lets it fall on your arms. “i love you so much.”

with a little maneuvering of your arms, you manage to slip out from the band and allow suna to pull down the dress completely. your nipples harden from the cold air yet they find heat once he wraps his lips around one, tongue dancing and circling around the erected tit while he tweaks the other between his thumb and index finger that sends jolt of sensations down to your bundle of nerves.

your lips part in soft, heavy pants while your fingers seek refuge in his dark hair by tugging it lightly before he pulls away with an audible pop to suck on the other. his hand trails down on your inner thigh, drawing circles with his fingertips on the erogenous zone and purposely avoiding from tracing closer to your heated core. 

“rin.” you whine while the bell resounds from underneath as you part your legs wider and buck your hips reflexively. 

“hmm?” narrow, hooded eyes look up at you mischievously from below. suna unlatches his mouth, watching as the nipple perks up harder and becomes more swollen from his ministrations. “you’re ready for me, aren’t you?”

you feel your cheeks warm up, “i don’t know, why don’t you get down and see for yourself?”

“whatever you say, princess.” he chuckles and shifts downwards until his head is settled in the space between your thighs.

“shit, you’re really a mess down here.” he muses, thumb grazing against the dark patch that has formed on the thin fabric. “all from me just sucking your tits?”

suna tugs the sodden garment down, tongue darting out to sweep his bottom lip as his eyes dissolve into red of passion and lust. it’s more intense than you imagined, but an impassioned loop twists in your stomach as you study his next, calculated step. 

shivers of pleasure rushes throughout your body the moment you feel his warm tongue flattening against your wet slits. with skills and practiced strokes, his tongue laps off your slick greedily before teasing and sucking on the throbbing clit. your toes curl and the bell rings as you attempt to close your legs together, but suna spreads them apart from crushing his head.

his lustful gaze fixes up at you, observing every twitch of pleasure and the way your lips part in soft, needy whimpers. you gasp at the abrupt intrusion of his long and slender fingers, yet you gladly welcome him as the muscles clench to keep him within.

“does it feel good?” he whispers, kissing the soft skin of your fleshy thigh when he notices your legs tremble. 

“s-so good, rin.” you mewl, nails digging into the sheets while the fabric crumples in your fists as you find purchase. his fingers curl and drag against the spongy walls, making you keen in excitement that your hips begin to pump desperately to match his rhythm. 

“you’re so needy.” a sense of pride soars in his chest, conscious of how much your pleasure lies in him and only him. he continues rubbing and digging, somewhat in search of something; certainly the spot that he’s aware that’ll make you beg for him hopelessly. and when he finds it, he doesn’t miss the way you tense up and giving him the drive to stroke the same spot mercilessly. 

“shit– right there!” you look like you’d almost cry. the way your hips are jerking uncontrollably is telling him that you’re going to break soon and before that happens, suna draws away his fingers and you immediately throw a scowl his way. 

“what?” his voice is taunting and he wears a smirk of a victor which makes you all the more frustrated. 

you huff, “so mean. on our anniversary night, too.” 

suna lifts himself off you to get out of his shirt. no matter how much you’ve seen him bare and naked, your eyes always marvel over his toned chest and chiseled abs; those he gained along by being a professional athlete since a couple of years ago. you lick your lips to return moisture on dry skin as you watch him pump his throbbing cock in front of you while he puts on an expression of bold seduction.

“you don’t have to look so scared. you wanted to cum so bad, didn’t you?” he sneers, obviously confident over how thick his cock is and how it can stretch your tiny little hole so good.

you roll your eyes playfully, retorting in a snarky tone, “oh, i’m so scared. please don’t put that thing inside me!”

his lips curl into an amusing smile, finding it endearing how you played along with his pretense. “don’t worry, i’ll treat my princess very gently.” 

suna leans down to lick a fat strip of your essence and mixes with his saliva before propping up on his knees and dragging your body closer to him by the waist. he carefully throws the leg adorned with his gift on his shoulder and kisses on the side of your knee before fixing his dark gaze downwards, where he slowly guides and observes the way his cockhead slowly disappears into your dripping entrance. 

a low grunt rumbles in his chest as the walls suck him in deeper, clamping around him like a vice and refusing to let go as he continues to bury his cock deeper inside your pussy. your eyes flutter close, lips part slightly as you revel the way he stretches you while the veins and ridges brush against your muscles deliciously. 

“so good for me, princess.” he praises with a sharp breath, having you completely filled to the brim before he finally snaps his hips and making your body jolt in return. his pace is unforgiving and with the angle he has set you in, his tip keeps on pounding against your cervix. 

the slapping of your skins fills the cold air, mingling with the sounds of your moans and the erratic chimes from your bell that he was so eager about. an unknowing grin etches on your lover’s lips as every jingle that fills his ear fuels up his ego and he finds himself to pound into you faster while the sounds behind him follow in accordance.

“hah– rin– so deep!” your orgasm is quick to build up from the prior interruption, the muscles in your stomach begins to tighten and your legs quiver. 

“you hear that, baby? the bell telling you how hard i’m fucking you right now.“ he rams his cock senselessly to make the bell jingle wilder in a way to prove his point.

“rin– i–” 

“baby wanna cum?” he coos, smirking down at you as the image of your writhing body ingrains in his mind.

you nod your head affirmatively, face contorting in one that expresses bliss as your mind swirls with excessive gratification. yet your eyes snap open as soon as you feel a sharp sting on your thigh. 

he releases the pliant skin from between his teeth, “use your words, princess.” 

“please–” you let out a broken cry. “wanna cum–” your toes curl with anticipation as you will yourself from coming undone before you are granted to do so.

“that’s– fuck– better.” he grunts, thrusts turning sporadic as you begin to squeeze and clamp down on him. “then cum, baby. you deserve it.”

suna brings up his thumb to your aching bud, generously pressing tight circles in order to push you over the edge and a wave of pleasure washes throughout your body as you moan his name in a chant. your pussy gushes around his cock, which makes it all more stimulating for the male and he pounces harder through your high in pursuit of his own orgasm while the noisy rings from the bell soon becomes white noise.

“that’s it– you feel so fucking good.” he feels his balls tightening before his cock twitches and he bites roughly on your leg as he shoots warm load inside your tight cunt. you squeal from the pain, wiggling your leg away and he completely lets go. 

he chuckles lightly and gently rubs the dents on your skin, “sorry.” 

once he’s sure he has emptied, he pulls out his softening cock and finds his place next to your warm body. you turn to face your lover and he gladly welcomes you into his warm embrace. 

“i love you.” he whispers, pushing aside the damp and matted hair from your face to place a soft kiss on your forehead. 

you hum in content, vision darkening as he continues to play with your hair soothingly while the sound of his heartbeat sings you a lullaby. “i love you, too.”

duskamethyst © 2020 • do not modify, translate or repost anywhere.

[marvelous-harry]

Harry grinding on the readers thigh. I always see the reader grinding on his thigh, but this sounds so hot

+ Catching h using the readers toys on himself + Harry getting caught using readers toys or harry thigh grinding + U should do Harry riding readers thigh omg + harry getting caught using readers toys JSJJSJSBS Caught Red Handed Harry/Fem!Reader Words: 1.2k Warnings: Bottom!Harry, Top!Fem!Reader, Summary: Returning home early from a meeting, you catch Harry in an interesting situation.

Some days nothing was better than your last meeting of the day is canceled so you can go home early. Especially when I’d already spilled some pasta on my white blouse, ripped my tights, and wished several coworkers imminent death.

For every minute the taxi got closer to home, I could feel my headache and mood improving. Harry had a few days off and had barely been able to take his hands off me as I’d left this morning. Being very clingy and needy. It would be nice to surprise him with some extra time together.

As the taxi pulled up into the driveway and paid him, I smiled and wished him a good day as I dug through my purse for my keys. Unlocking the door, I stepped inside and was surprised by how quiet it was. Harry was notorious for always playing music, leaving the tv, or something on. Claiming he hated the silence as it made him feel lonely and alone.

Taking off my heels, I stretched out my toes and was about to call out for him when I heard the tiniest sound from our bedroom. Walking up the stairs very quietly, I heard it again. It was a moan. Harry’s moan. Interesting.

Sneaking down the hallway, I was glad to see the door to the bedroom was slightly open. Peeking inside, I felt slightly relieved that he was clearly alone even though I was quite certain he would never cheat on me.

It was quite the sight though. Harry was squirming on the bed, both hands holding a sex toy of some sort and there were several more lying around on the bed.

“You know if you wanted to borrow my toys, you could’ve asked,” I said nonchalantly as I pushed the door fully open and walked over to the bed. Harry looked quite startled and dropped both the toys he had been holding. I looked at them and nodded in approval. “The wand and the rabbit, excellent choices,” I sat down on the bed and took the buzzing rabbit in my grasp, pushing it in slowly.

Harry was just staring at me with wide eyes, and there was a strong blush all over his face.

“Cat got you tongue?” I teased, moving the rabbit vibrator in and out slowly. “Did you know these were my favorites it or did you just come to this conclusion after a lot of trying?” I said while looking at all the other sex toys around him. Some were our more shared toys but some that I just used.

“Fuck,” Harry groaned as he put his hands over his face. “Can you leave the room, give me long enough to clean everything, and then come back in and pretend this never happened?” he asked.

I turned off the vibrator but left it in and moved up on the bed so I could gently push Harry’s hands off his face. “There’s no need to be embarrassed. I’ve caught you playing with yourself before what’s so different this time?” I asked, stroking my hand over his cheek.

Harry licked his lips and huffed slightly. “I was just thinking about that night last week and I started missing you, got myself worked up so I decided to try and do something about it but it didn’t work, just made it worse cause you weren’t here,”

“Ahhh, I’m assuming the night you are speaking off is when I fucked you silly and not the night we ordered three pizzas and ate them all?” I teased with a grin before leaning down and giving him a kiss.

“I just wanted to feel like that again but none of the toys were really right but your toys were the best cause they were yours, and I wanted you inside me again,” Harry blushed even harder.

“You could’ve just asked and I would’ve gladly fucked you, baby,” I told him as I reached down and grasped his hard cock.

“I thought you wouldn’t be home till late, I couldn’t wait till then,” Harry moaned as he thrust into my hand.

Leaning down, I kissed him deeply as I slowly jerked him off. “Baby, I have something I want you to try,” I said as I pulled back, stood up, and started to take off my skirt.

Harry looked at me curiously.

“You know how I humped your leg till I cummed once? I want you to do that on me,” I explained as I laid down on the bed. “I want you to ride my thigh till you cum and make a mess on my tights,”

Harry’s eyes widened and it took him a few seconds before the words registered in his brain but when they did he quickly pushed the sex toys out of the way, the vibrator slipping out of him as he moved around. “Yeah, I want to try,” he ran a hand over my tights, feeling the fabric.

I spread my legs a little so Harry could comfortably straddle my leg. Watching him as he moved on over and put a hand on either side of my chest. He glanced up to me and gave me a kiss before he slowly lowered himself down. He bit his lip as he rolled his hips and rubbed his cock against me. “Ooh,” he breathed out.

“That feel good?” I asked, running my hands over his shoulders, looking up at his face.

“Y-yeah. It’s so soft and smooth,” Harry moaned as he thrust his hips harder down on my thigh. “Fuck, I feel like I’ve been on the edge for hours,” he whimpered, scrunching up his face as he moved his hips faster and faster.

I couldn’t help but bite my lip as I looked at him. He looked so good and so in the moment. The wetness between my thigh was getting wetter by the second. Stroking my hands over his back, I tangled my fingers into his hair and pulled him in for a deep kiss, while raising my thigh a bit to give him more leverage.

“Come on, baby. Want you to make a mess on me,” I whispered while tugging on his hair.

“Fuck,” Harry grunted as he grasped my hip with one hand, pushing his cock hard down on my thigh.

Moaning as I felt the warm wetness of his cum spilling over my tights, I kissed him desperately again, biting down on his bottom lip and pulling on it as we broke apart.

Harry collapsed down on me, breathing heavily as his hair tickled the side of my face. His hips were still doing a few small thrusts to ride out his orgasm. “We should buy more of these tights,” he mumbled, pressing a few kisses to my cheek.

I grinned and turned my head so we could kiss. “You get a few minutes to recover then I want you between my legs, tongue hard at work,” I told him as I shimmied out from under him so I could take off my blouse and bra. When I reached for the waistband of my tights, Harry stopped me. “Leave them on?” he asked. Smirking, I nodded. Oh yeah, we were definitely buying more tights.

[goldengoddess]

soooo the idea is a fic set during king of scars where the reader is nikolai's childhood best first and we stumble into his room one evening and we actually see him change into the demon and just absjajnsns

i am yours - nikolai lantsov

* KING OF SCARS & RULE OF WOLVES SPOILERS *

pairing: nikolai lantsov x reader

a/n: okay this is absolutely garbage rae i am so sorry pls forgive me,,, i KNOW this is not how nikolai’s demon works and he wouldn’t just like turn back but for the sake of this fic pls pretend <33333

for the lovley @wtfrae !!! i love u pls go read her work everyone <3

warnings: spoilers! some angst n like threat of violence but y’all know me, everything is good and happy by the end

nikolai had always been the one person you could turn to. since the two of you were kids, it had always been an unbreakable bond. something no one else seemed to understand. how to kids, tossed aside by their family, tested in every way possible, were able to find each other and bring out the best in one another. nikolai made you better, made you good.

life in ravka was never easy, it was a constant struggle. especially in the years leading up to nikolai’s reign. the two of you almost hadn’t made it out alive then, and while nikolai had been out fighting with alina in the fold, you had stayed at the spinning wheel helping the injured.

but when things finally settled down, alina and mal safe and away, nikolai had told you so many stories. the two of you had spent months apart. so out of nostalgia, every night you’d sneak into nikolai’s room and listen to your best friend tell you stories about everything. all the battles he’d fought along as sturmhond, what the battle against the darkling had looked like.

and even when nikolai ran out of stories, and you ran out of questions, you kept sneaking into his room to talk to him. he was the king of ravka, during the day he never even stopped to take a breath. but his nights were reserved for you. just so he could hear the sound of your voice before he was bound to his bed by chains.

nikolai loved you dearly, you were the only constant he had ever known. but he couldn’t bring himself to share what had happened to him during the battle with the darkling, what he’d become. instead, he told you the stories he told everyone else, how he was captured and tortured. it hurt him, to lie to you. but he couldn’t have you seeing him the way he saw himself, a monster. so even though lying to you pained him every night, he would do it to hear your excited questions and giggles as you snuck out of his room.

he always made sure you were gone before zoya came in. he wouldn’t be able to explain the drugging potion. or even worse, his horrible transformation into the demon that lived inside of him.

but secrets almost never stay secrets.

“saints nikolai,” you gasped, rushing off his bed to grab grab your coat, “it’s past midnight. i can’t be in here!”

nikolai sat up and looked out his window, you watched the color drain from his face. he cleared his throat and walked over to you, “you’re right you should probably go.”

you nodded and shuffled away from him, but before opening the door you paused. you turned back to the blonde haired boy, “nikolai?”

“yes sweetheart?” he answered, facing you.

“i could,” you hesitated, “i could sleep over. one night, i’m not saying tonight. just some night. i’ll sleep on the floor but, i spend all of my night here anyways. just like when we were kids.”

as nikolai slowly walked closer to you, you waited for his teasing remark and eventual acceptance. the two of you w had a sleepover since before he left ravka. of course it wouldn’t be the same, as he was now king, but he was your nikolai.

instead, he gently tucked a piece of your hair and kissed your forehead. “i don’t think that’s such a good idea sweetheart.”

your heart shattered at his words and his at the fact that he had to say them. there was nothing he wanted more. nothing that would bring him more peace than holding you in his arms until the sunrise. not just for a couple of hours right before bed, not having to pretend that everything he felt for you was strictly platonic.

“oh” you said defeatedly. “that, yeah that’s okay. i’ll see you tomorrow nikolai.” and with that you rushed out of the room.

later, as zoya gave nikolai genya and david’s potion to knock him out, all he could think about was the horrible look on your face.

at some point in the night you’d made the decision to go talk to nikolai. the two of you couldn’t go on like this, attempting to be way you have been before the darkling and alina while tip toeing around these new feelings you had for eachother.

but as you made your way to nikolai’s doors, hand on the doorknob, you heard a soft growl coming from inside. you covered your mouth with your hand to prevent a gasp from escaping your lips. you slowly turned the handle and stepped into the room.

on nikolai’s kingly bed was a dark giant looking demon. it’s wings were the color of the night sky seen in the window of the bed room. it took your breath away.

you pressed your back against the wall, trying to move back towards the door without making any noise. but the demon heard you and snapped it’s head in your direction.

every part of your body was screaming to run, to scream even. but something stopped you. the eyes. they stopped you. they were dark and pitch black but there was something familiar about them. not the color but the way they watched you. like they were trying to remember every single part of you just in case.

nikolai was the only person who you knew looked at you that way.

“nikolai?” you whispered to the monster.

the creature craned its neck to the side, similar to the confused head tilts that nikolai used to give you during lessons. you took a hesitant step forward, holding your hands up to show that you weren’t going to cause harm.

“nikolai” you tried again, with more conviction in your voice.

the creature let out a small growl as a response and you flinched away. at your movement it out a whine and moved away from you.

you shuffled closer, “hey no no i’m okay. nikolai?”

slowly, as you repeated your best friends name over and over, the creature became less beast and more man. slowly morphing into a messy set of blonde curls and body you’d hugged more times than you can recall. your nikolai.

he curled up in a ball and leaned his back against the end of his bed.

“nikolai” you attempted softly, falling to your knees in front of him.

he scrambled away to a corner of the room, “please. please leave. i’m begging.” his voice was raspy from misuse, thought the two of you had spoken only hours before.

“nikolai i’m not leaving, please explain to me. what was that?” you pleaded with him.

“that was nothing, now go. please please” he sobbed into his hands.

you crossed your arms over your chest in a stubborn gesture that he couldn’t even see, “you’re lying to me again! i’m not leaving until you explain what that was. why can’t you tell me the truth for once?”

“that was me!” he yelled as he lifted his head and met your eyes for the first time.

you let out a sigh of relief at the familiar hazel color of his eyes. you crossed your legs together, “that was you?”

“yes that was me. that is what the darkling did to me. now please,” he let out an exhausted sob “please leave sweetheart.”

you felt tears swelling in your own eyes at his voice. how broken he sounded. your nikolai never sounded so defeated. and if he ever felt that way, he had never shown you. you crawled over to him slowly and placed your hands on the sides of his face, rubbing away the tears.

“what are you doing” he whimpered and dropped his head into your hands, “i could hurt you. sweetheart, you have to go.”

“my nikolai” you whispered, pushing his damp hair away from his forehead.

he closed his eyes and you couldn’t tell if it was from anger, exhaustion, sadness, or a mix of all of it. “i cannot be yours. i’ve lied to you, i’m a demon, a monster. you can’t possibly want me to be yours.” he spit each word about himself as if it were venom, like the words ripped away a little bit of his humanity, or his confidence.

you shook your head and softly placed your forehead again his, still holding the sides of his face. “no. you’re my nikolai. you always will be.”

you placed two soft kisses on his cheeks, one on each side. “my” kiss, “nikolai,” another kiss.

“oh sweetheart, i am yours” he sighed and opened up his knees so you could fall into his embrace. “i am so sorry.”

“you should be” you mumbled into his chest. “what if you had died nikolai? and i wouldn’t have known what was happening to you until it was too late. i could have helped.”

he kissed the top of your head, still hesitantly. “im a fool, you can spend the rest of my life reminding me. i didn’t want to ruin this, us. it’s the last precious thing i have in my life.”

“we are still precious” you whispered and clung to his shirt like your life depended on it. “the same way you are still the nikolai i have always known, since childhood. you are still good. we will fix this.”

“and if we can’t?” he asked so softly that you almost couldn’t hear him.

“then i’ll have to get just as familiar with the demon as i am with you” you joked.

and the rumble of nikolai’s laughing chest told you that everything would be perfectly fine. demon and all, he was still your nikolai.

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FINALLY! It is here! The conclusion to my PuzzleJune series! Thank you so much for everyone who’s tagged along on this journey and thank you especially to @xauroraxborealisx for arranging this event. It’s been a wild ride for me because this is the first time I’ve ever done something this big so I’m incredibly grateful for everything ;__;

I might continue this story with tiny bits here and there but for the foreseeable future, this is it. Hope you enjoy!! 💗 (Please be sure to read the previous parts first if you’re new here :3)

PuzzleJune 2021, Week Four: Mind (School, Bond)

“Aren’t you hungry, Yuugi?”

The aforementioned boy startles, almost dropping his spoon into his soup. He looks at his grandpa and blinks.

“Uh, yeah, not really. Sorry.”

“Thought so,” Sugoroku nods and drinks his remaining broth straight from the bowl. “Give the rest to me.”

Yuugi blinks at him again, almost owlishly, and lifts his bowl with stiff arms to hand it over to the old man.

Sugoroku doesn’t waste any time and goes for the soup as soon as it’s in front of him. Yuugi smiles at him, amused, and stands up. He gathers up his spoon and glass and brings them to the sink.

“Thanks for the food,” he calls out as he leaves the kitchen. Sugoroku answers him with a grunt, probably already immersed in his crossword now that there’s no one else at the table.

Yuugi walks the stairs to his room slowly, silently thanking his grandfather for not making a fuss about his suddenly disappeared appetite. It’s been a quiet day but he feels tired and he’s kept zoning out. He blames it on the blistering heat of late summer but even to him, it sounds like a lie – the real reason is that he misses Atem.

He doesn’t bother closing the door of his room behind him and goes straight for the bed, falling onto it face first. It’s stupid, I know, he thinks and lifts his head enough to be able to tilt it to the side so he’s not smothered by the plush bedspread. He’ll be back soon.

Jounouchi had come to the house early that morning and asked to borrow Atem. He had reasoned that because school would start again in a week, he wanted to spend at least one day together with just Atem, doing whatever. Atem didn’t have to enrol, after all, so they won’t be able to hang out that much anymore after the classes start.

Yuugi understood him, of course – he will see Atem every day even if there’s a lot of homework, but the others don’t have that privilege. He had even joked that why aren’t their other friends waiting in line to get a turn, too, flustering Atem and making Jounouchi guffaw.

In all honesty, he’s really happy that Jounouchi would take the time to spend a whole day with Atem. They’d been going out as a group a lot after the first week and a half of Atem living (actually living) with Yuugi and while having all of their friends to hang out with is so much fun, Yuugi treasures time spent one-on-one.

It doesn’t change the fact that after being glued to Atem’s side for so long, Yuugi finds himself lost without him. His mind feels like candy floss, fluttery and sticky, and he can’t concentrate. He had tried to go through his deck in order to decide if it’s good enough (he and Atem need their own decks now, after all, so most of it is brand new) but couldn’t get past the first couple of cards. After that hadn't worked, he tried a few different games that he could play by himself but got no enjoyment from them. He’d just been going through the motions and realising that, he had decided to go down to help his grandpa at the shop for the rest of the day.

It’s not healthy to be so attached, he knows, and they really need to work on that – Yuugi is sure that Atem is fine with Jounouchi, but what about when they need to go to school and Atem stays home? He’d like to believe that the pharaoh will be much better off by himself than Yuugi is, but that is doubtful. They’ll have to have yet another talk soon – preferably today.

Yuugi bites his lip and sighs. There really is no coming back from the kind of bond that they’ve shared – through mind, heart and body – and Yuugi doesn’t want to imagine the pain that Atem’s departure to Afterlife would have caused when a simple day spent apart makes him unravel at the seams. Also, this train of thought could bring him to a place he most definitely doesn’t want to go now so to distract himself he turns onto his back and fumbles blindly to his left to grab the book he had left on the bed earlier that day.

- 

The sound of rustling wakes him an undetermined time later. He opens his eyes slowly, groggy enough to feel like he should just go back to sleep, but when he glances at the clock on his desk his stomach flips and he shoots up from the bed – the book he had attempted to read falling on the floor with a bang – and startles Atem who had been digging through a grocery bag.

“Ah! Yuugi!” he yelps and almost falls onto his butt from his crouched position on the other side of the desk. Thankfully he doesn’t send any of his purchases flying as he stabilises himself by quickly planting his other hand on the floor.

“Sorry!” Yuugi apologises quickly, his heart still racing. He hadn’t meant to fall asleep and he most definitely didn’t mean to sleep that late. It’s already seven in the evening, meaning that Yuugi had snoozed away for three hours. But – it also means that Atem is back, as evidenced by the boy currently looking up at him with concern written all over his face.

“I didn’t mean to wake you –” he starts but Yuugi silences him by shaking his head.

“No, I shouldn’t have slept in the first place. Really, I should thank you,” he says and pauses, then just looks at Atem. An unprompted smile makes its way onto his face. “Welcome home.”

There’s wonder in the pharaoh’s eyes and after a moment of silence, he returns the smile with such warmth it can almost be felt. “I’m home,” he replies, and Yuugi smiles wider.

He really is.

-

“Are you sure you’ll be fine?”

“Aibou, please,” Atem laughs and holds Yuugi’s face between his hands, squishing his cheeks. Jounouchi chortles from somewhere behind him and Yuugi frowns in his direction but doesn’t move away from Atem or try to pry his hands off of his face.

“But I worry,” he says, looking rightfully pouty as he shifts his gaze back to his partner. Atem laughs more and releases his face, patting his other cheek before crossing his arms.

“I’ll walk back home, help grandpa open up the shop and then it’s smooth sailing from there. You don’t have to worry,” he smiles at the still pouting teen in front of him. “I’ll be fine, you’ll be fine, and the day’s done sooner than you realise.”

“Yeah, Yuugi,” Jounouchi cuts in with a grin and drapes an arm around Atem’s shoulders. “Atem knows his way around the shop and we’re all here to take care of you. No sweat.”

“Honestly,” Anzu smiles and swiftly elbows Honda in the ribs before he can interrupt her. “We know it’s hard on you both but it’s just like ripping off a bandaid, right? It stings at first but it doesn’t last forever and even before you realise, you’ve forgotten all about it.”

“Y-yeah,” Honda says, rubbing his side, “what they said. We’ll be here, Yuugi.”

Yuugi stares at his friends, feeling his cheeks warming. How in the world did he get so lucky?

“T-thanks,” he mutters but can’t help smiling in the end. “You guys are great.”

“Hell yeah we are!” Jounouchi exclaims and does finger guns at him, his other arm still on Atem’s shoulders. Atem laughs but his eyes are soft when he looks at Yuugi.

“Go on, then. The gates are about to close, aren’t they?”

“Oh, shit!” Honda and Jounouchi yelp at the same time and the latter releases his hold on Atem. He ruffles the spiky-haired head before taking off after his best friend. “Stay crispy!” he shouts over his shoulder at Atem.

Anzu shakes her head, frowning. “These guys are too much. You don’t have to run yet!” she tries yelling after them but the duo is already too far ahead. She sighs but when she turns to Yuugi and tilts her head to the side, her eyes are twinkling.

“I should go after them. I trust you’ll be right behind, okay?”

And she winks. Yuugi flushes pink but before he can say anything, she’s already jogging off. There’s a chuckle next to him and he looks at the pharaoh who seems much too happy.

“That wasn’t fair,” Yuugi grumbles and that only makes Atem laugh harder.

“You’ve got amazing friends,” he says when he’s calmed down. Yuugi bristles at him but the pink on his cheeks takes away from his attempted glare. Just a little bit.

“They’re your friends too!” he reminds him and that makes Atem sober up. His voice is surprisingly quiet when he talks.

“They really are,” he says and smiles in that gentle way he's been doing a lot lately. Yuugi softens at his expression and they take a moment to just look at each other, wondering, smiling. There’s so much to be happy about, they both realise at the same time, and Yuugi takes Atem’s hand.

“I know you’ll be alright. I’m, just, I’m – I’m going to miss you.”

Atem smiles at him and squeezes his hand. “I’ll miss you too, Yuugi.”

It makes Yuugi’s smile widen and he chuckles. Of course he knew it but it feels good to hear it said out loud. He’s sure it’s the same for Atem.

“Well, I guess I should be going. Take care,” he says and without pause, kisses Atem on the cheek. “See you after school!” he grins and with one final squeeze, lets go of Atem’s hand and turns around to run after his friends. His chest is buzzing and he smiles the whole way to the building.

Atem is left standing at the curb, eyes wide, face red. He lifts his hand to touch his cheek and the skin there feels electric, as if that simple touch of lips had awakened a new sense that had been completely dormant until now. That feeling spreads across his skin, reaching the top of his head and the very tips of his toes and it’s so, so warm.

It feels really nice. Atem breaks out into a grin that matches Yuugi’s earlier one and turns around to leave, his hand staying on his cheek. He must look smitten as anything but he doesn’t care. He’s happy, so why not show it to the world?

As soon as he takes the first step, he almost collides with Ryou who had come running around the corner.

“Oh! Sorry, Atem. I overslept!” the white-haired boy exclaims and stops to give a quick pat to Atem’s shoulder. “Have a good day at the shop. I’ll come to visit if I can, after school!”

He grins and waves and dashes through the school gates before Atem can wade through the fluttery mess that is his mind for a greeting. He’s still reeling but Bakura didn't seem to mind his silence so it’s probably alright.

-

The walk back home doesn’t feel lonely in the least. After all, his partner is always with him, even when they’re apart. Hearts are wonderful like that.

And that, if something, is worth smiling for.

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Hi! Can you do smut Lady Dimitrescu x reader, but reader have an anorgasmy. How Alcina will help reader with it?)

"That's one of the best jokes, I've heard in a while, sweetness." Alcina chuckles deviously, her hand over her mouth as chuckles leave her lips. Someone who has never experienced an orgasm? She's thinking it's nothing but a joke because she's proud to say she's made all people of the sorts come undone just at the sight of her. Until she sees your somewhat humiliated expression and those rosy red cheeks. "Oh, darling ... I find it so amusing that you haven't gotten hot and bothered at the mere thought of me." Alcina purrs sensually, the palm of her hand caresses your cheeks in rhythmic circles. You can't help but gnaw at your lips at her words, sure you have gotten hot and bothered by her but never gotten off on her. "I have. I just never managed to get off ... at all." You whimper, shuddering at her cool touch, her hand grasps at one of your clothed breasts. She lightly squeezes, her confidant gold eyes gaze intensely into yours with nothing but wicked ideas running around in her mind. "Are you lying?" She asks, a humorous smile plastered on her crimson painted lips. Her hand slides down to your throat, she applies light pressure against your throat earning a gasp from you. Butterflies crowd the pit of your stomach, your heart is thumping and throbbing erratically in your chest, she just makes you feel so good already. She already makes you feel so many things for her but often bliss one of those things. The way she caresses your cheek, moving her fingers in circles against your skin. The way she teases you, leaves you hanging on the edge and always leaves you begging for more. Her hands move to your hips, gripping them firmly before she spins you away from her gaze. Her hands wrap themselves around your smaller much more fragile body. "I pray you're not lying ... because you know how much ... I hate liars. Punishment would be in order." Alcina murmurs, inhaling the sweet rich aroma of your blood. You can feel her hands travel and explore your timid heated body, her hands travel from your waist to your hips. Her nails nearly pierce through the fabric as she presses her body against yours, relishing your heavenly aroma.

"I'll have so much pride to be your first ... orgasm, sweet (Y/N) ... You'll be sure to be pleasured." Alcina purrs, chuckling deviously into your ears before she turns you in her direction, she raises you by your waist and throws you onto her bed. A gasp escapes your lips as you land on the bed, and at a moment's notice, you see Alcina above you. Her arms are at your sides and a toothy devilish grin curls onto her lips. "Mmh, you smell so delicious ... I could eat you up ... from head to toe. ... Absolutely ravishing." Alcina murmurs, licking her lips at the sight of your neck, she buries her face in your neck. Sending goosebumps all over your skin, you try to keep yourself calm but it's hard to when her fangs meet your skin. When they grind against your skin, or when she pins your arms above your head. You hold your breath, awaiting the inevitable pain, and its moments later that a sharp burning sensation in your throat. Her fangs penetrate your throat as she greedily gulps down your blood, savoring and relishing your richly sweet blood. She groans after each gulp and begins to spread your legs, you can't help but gasp and almost hit her hands away. "Astounding ..." She pants out in between breaths, savoring your sweet youthful blood. It's so good.

You wince at the pain, biting at your tongue as this throbbing sensation washes over you and your stomach gets warm. Your legs even begin to tremble along with your lips, heavy breaths leave your lips before a gasp is pried from your lips. She has her knee in between your thighs, pressed against the hem of your panties. "Lady ... Dimitrescu" You gasp, her name comes out in a breathless whimper caught in your throat. She's still drinking from your neck. She can't stop herself. She needs it. So badly. "Soaked, I see ...? Don't lie to me, (Y/N) ... you love my fangs, in your neck ... in your wanton little body?" Lady Dimitrescu teases, her words come out in heavy breaths as she licks her lips tainted and dripping in your blood. She can see how flushed you become at her words, you turn away from her and go to clutch the blankets beneath you.

"Tell me ... or I can't give you what you so desperately crave ..." Lady Dimitrescu chuckles with a devilish smile on her lips and her hands exploring the curves on your body. "Such a youthful girl, you are ... natural curves and women with such beauty ... with such youth are my favorite kind of dolls." Lady Dimitrescu purrs before resting her palm against your warm flushed cheeks. "Darling, you don't want me to stop do you?" She purrs in a sultry tone, she presses her knee lightly against the hem of your panties earning a shuddering breath from you.

"N-No ..." You say in a short breath and her devilishly charming laughter echoes through the room. "Eyes open." She demands in a calm tone before leaning in towards your face, your eyes shoot open as her lips meet yours. She kisses you gently, savoring the warmth radiating from your lips. You can't help but moan against her lips as the kiss quickly becomes intense and eager with lust. Your hands wrap around her large frame as she groans against your lips, savoring the bliss that comes with the kiss. "Sweetness ..." Alcina murmurs before her lips part your lips apart, her tongue dances and glides with your own. Warmth washes over you, your panties become drenched with arousal and a need for her to make love to you. Your tongues entangle and interweave with each other in a greedy, breathless kiss. "Hmm ... I love how obedient you are ... how you don't fight it and that expression of terror is just quite adorable." She purrs, licking her lips before chuckling devilishly and planting kisses all over your neck and collarbone. She earns soft whines from you as your heart thrashes, impatient and unstable as she moves down to your legs. She raises your skirt up, your creamy smooth thighs await her. Thighs were always one of her favorites, so juicy, tender, and quite sweet. She slips off her gloves, letting them fall to the ground before licking her lips. Hungry with a need to taste all of you. "My, my, my shouldn't this be quite exciting ...? Especially for you, my sweet ... I'm the first to have you. To first to make you feel such ... filthy things ... it's quite an honor to be the first and only to have you." Lady Dimitrescu purrs, her fair golden eyes gaze into yours, nothing but eager and excited lust light up in her eyes. "Mistress ... I ... please be gentle with me. Take your time with me." You insist in a gentle tone, she chuckles at your words, almost laughing at the idea that you think she's going to be gentle. "No promises ..." Lady Dimitrescu purrs, chuckling deviously as a charming devilish grin is curled upon her lips. Her lips nip and lightly suck at your skin, her hands followed after her lips, slowly moving down your thighs. A ragged breath leaves your lips as your eyes flutter close, her lips feel cool and hard to the touch. In a way, it was a unique sensation as she begins to reach your inner thighs she firmly sucks on the skin earning a whine from you. Then her sharp fangs lightly press into your flesh, you can hear her slightly growl against your skin before the familiar piercing sensation shoots through you. Fuck ... "Damn ..." You groan, your head twists at the burning sensation that pierces through you. Gnawing at your lips, a low moan is pried from your lips, and heat cascades through your body. She moans deeply enough to make you flush an even darker red as she greedily indulges in your heavenly blood. "Do I reckon that I heard a moan from you, (Y/N) ...?" Lady Dimitrescu purrs in a ragged breath, a devilish smirk on her lips as blood travels down her lips to her chin. "No ... I just ... it came out." You murmured, putting your hands over your face as a wave of shame washes over you. "Don't be embarrassed, sweetness ... if anything it just makes me more eager to play with you. Be yourself and nothing but yourself." Lady Dimitrescu purrs before sinking her fangs once more into your thighs as she greedily consumes your blood. Earning a gasp from your lips, she continues to drink from your blood for a few more moments indulging in the sweet nectar that courses through you.

"Heavenly ... can't get enough of you, sweetness ..." Lady Dimitrescu purrs, her words oozing with lust and desire as she spreads your legs as wide as she can and grins widely at the sight before her. "Get rid of these ..." She murmurs, staring at your soaked underwear before she ripped the fabric right off your body earning an audible gasp from your lips. Her eyes are hazed with lust and ache, she's aching to have a taste of you, to have your sweet nectar upon her tongue is something she aches for so terribly. She begins to move her fingers over your clit, her fingers move in slow agonizing circles around the sensitive area causing you to suck in a breath at the tingling sensations that pulsated through you. She's hovering over you, her expression is nothing but a prideful smirk that is always seen on her crimson lips and her cool golden eyes remain locked onto yours. She watches you. The way your eyes dart away from hers quickly or how you almost arch your back just when her fingers quicken the pace, she relished watching you in ecstasy. "You're just so ... fascinating to watch, my darling ... all of your expressions, the sounds, your lust is very enthralling to see." Alcina purrs deeply, a chuckle comes at the end of her words before her fingers suddenly enter you, a gasp falls from your lips and you turn away from her eager eyes. Her fingers are long, slender, and fill you greatly. Her fingers gently move in and out of you, your heart is pulsating in your ears and butterflies crowd your stomach as short waves of bliss travel through you. "Come on, let me hear you, sweet thing ..." Alcina teases in a soft purr that makes your cheeks flush an even deeper color of red, she begins to press soft kisses against your neck, kissing the bite mark that is on your neck. A soft moan is pried from your lips at the sudden sensation of her fingers curling against your sweet spot, sending a sharp sensation through you that could only be described as ecstasy.

"That's it ... sweet thing, let me hear you and see all of you ... let me see how special you are ..." Alcina purrs in your ear, her chuckles echo through your eardrum as 2 of her fingers move in and out of you at a moderate pace, her cold breaths hit your warm skin as watches you with great eagerness. "M-Mistress ... haah ... it feels so good ..." You pant out in heavy ragged breaths, your eyes can barely manage to stay open as her fingers begin to curl against your sweet spot, she repeatedly hits that spot earning a sudden whine from you. "Mistress ... Mistress ..." You whine deeply, heat bubbles and boils in the pit of your stomach as waves of ecstasy flood through you. "It's good that you are finally using your voice ... it's so ... sweet. Use your voice ... to beg for me ... to beg for me to have mercy upon your little mortal soul and let you come before me." Alcina chuckles devilishly with a wide toothy grin on her lips, her voice rumbles through the room and echoes and her voice continues to send you even further to the edge. Her fingers weren't just moving at an alright pace, they moved swiftly and glided in and out of you, curling into you and harshly hitting your sweet spot causing heavy breaths and breathless moans to leave your lips. "Oh, Mistress ...! Hah! Oh, please ... please let me come!" You plead in a series of slurred moans, you clutch onto her dress as heat pools your legs, and your thighs are becoming drenched in your juices, waves, and waves of ecstasy washed over you again and again. "Hmm ... do you deserve to?" Alcina asks lowly, a half-grin is on her lips, and she begins to slow down her movements, her fingers went somewhat slower and your expressions quickly twist from pleasure to defeat. "Please, Mistress ... I've been good, haven't I? I ... I deserve to ... I deserve to at the very least experience, Mistress ... please ..." You say, sitting up with a pout on your lips and frustration worn heavily on your face. She chuckles after hearing your words, her hand rests against your cheek as she analyzes you for a few moments before a wide grin slowly forms on her lips. "Alright, my dear ... you've convinced me," Alcina says with a chuckle before pushing you back onto the bed, you let a gasp slip your lips and suddenly she's grasping at your top and she pulls it up to your neck. Her face scrunches up at the sight of your bra in the way of your breasts, hiding them away from her so she rips it off swiftly and you gasp at the sudden sensation of the bra being ripped off your chest.

"There we are ... such beautiful breasts ... I can help give you more ... stimulation, sweetness ..." Alcina purrs erotically, taking one of your hardened nipples in between her lips as she softly sucks on them earning a soft low moan that fell gracefully from your lips. She takes your nipple out of her mouth and plants kisses all over your chest, leaving bright red hickeys along with them and she moves away from you. Her cool golden eyes stalk yours as she makes her way down to your lower half, she sits her hat down beside you and pushes her hair back before she sinks her fangs into your thigh. You hiss at the piercing sensation that shoots through you, she firmly sucks the blood that comes from your tender flesh and groans at the deeply sweet flavor that hits her tongue. It's so good. "Mmh, I couldn't resist ... you, my darling are too good ... too good not to have a taste of ..." Alcina says, her words are slurred as she licks your blood off her lips and the blood that drips down your thighs. She chuckles devilishly before spreading your legs, this time she was going to taste you, taste those lewd juices that seeped out of you endlessly. It's just a moment before you throw your head back, your teeth sink into your bottom lip at the cool but moist sensation that envelops your throbbing clit. She lightly sucks on the sensitive organ, heavy breaths fall from your lips along with the title she allowed you to call her, "mistress". She groans against you, her tongue flicks against your clit causing a shuddering sensation to travel through you, your body trembles and shudders before her. Heat pools and floods through you as, your toes curl at the ecstasy that washes over you, it's cool, it's warm, it's breathtaking, it's just so so good. "Mistress ...! Hah! Oh ... Oh ...!" You gasp breathlessly, gnawing at your lips before heavy ragged breaths fell from your lips, your nails dig into your palms and it's so hard to breathe with her tongue worshipping you. When her tongue enters you, when it squirms and thrusts in different directions, your eyes flutter close and another breathless moan falls from your lips and everything is so hot, so good, she truly was spectacular.

She moves her mouth back to your sensitive throbbing clit, her lips envelop your clit and she vigorously sucks the sensitive organ, whilst she places her fingers into your entrance, she swiftly moves her fingers in and out of you. Curling them against your sweet spot and repeatedly hitting that spot causing loud abrupt moans to be pried from your lips, sharp heavy waves of ecstasy shot through you, it's burning, throbbing, and so damn good. Your teeth gnaw at your lips as you clutch the sheets beneath you as hard as you can, the familiar heat began to bubble up in your stomach and a knot was beginning to form right along with it. She continues eagerly, enjoying and relishing the erotic sounds and moans that fall uncontrollably from your lips, it made her feel so good to know that she could make someone so weak. So helpless with just her fingers and her tongue, make her feel so powerful and not to mention was a good way to inflate her ego. She groans against you, relishing the slightly sweet taste that couldn't stop flooding out of your soaked entrance, her fingers swiftly move in and out of you as fast as they can go and her tongue moves against your clit. The knot got even tighter, the heat that was bubbling up in your stomach was now boiling, you couldn't wait for what was to come next, you eagerly awaited that heavenly sensation. That little taste of heaven that was described to have come when you have an orgasm. "Oh, Mistress! I'm ... I'm so s-so close ...! P-please don't stop!" You pleaded with her desperately aching for what was to come next, she continues and can feel your thighs trembling against her and the way you would almost arch your back, oh you were close and she was going to savor this. She removes her lips from your clit and hovers over you once more, her fingers repeatedly hit your sweet spot, she watches how your face twists in pure ecstasy and grins proudly at your expression and then it hits you.

It hits hard. Your toes finally uncurl as the knot comes undone in your stomach, you boiled over as bliss and ecstasy floods through you in continuously harsh and powerful waves that left you whimpering and shuddering beneath the tall woman in front of you. It felt so fucking amazing. Your thighs were still trembling, shaking a bit and your heart is pulsating in your chest, unable to stay calm, it felt like your body had gone through a frenzy of ecstasy and it was so so good. Her hands slip out of you and she licks the clear juices that her fingers are coated in, her cool golden eyes stare into yours as she does so with a short moan leaving her lips. "Oh, sweetness ... how was it? I'd love some ... feedback ..." Alcina purrs with a devilish chuckle leaving her lips soon afterward, yes she wanted some praise for a woman who hasn't been with another woman in quite some time. "Mistress ... it was ... so indescribable but still so good and so crazy. I ... I'm glad that you were my first ... as it made the experience so ... much better. Thank you, Mistress ..." You say, unable to gather the words about the experience as a wide grin forms on your lips, just talking about it and she admires the way you looked whilst talking about it. "Oh, it was my pleasure, sweetness ... but a woman loves a bit of praise for her work. ... My darling as much as I enjoyed our time together ... I have some personal matters to attend to." Alcina chuckles, her voice rumbles and echoes through the room as she gets up from the bed, her hands rest on her waist and an all too familiarly charming smile is there. "Just remember, I'm always happy to treat one of my most obedient pets ..." She purrs before leaving the room with a devilish chuckle and silence soon fills the bedroom, you can't help but smile widely to yourself at the experience and it plays over and over again in your head. It was so good.

[thatsdree]

Scars: Prologue (G/t)

"Grandpa! Grandpa!"

A young boy ran out of the forest, hands cupped to his chest and water dripping from his clothes. He fled past the white gate and through the garden. "Grandpa! I found one!" he exclaimed as he burst through the door of the house.

An elderly man rushed to the living room to find his grandson panting. "What is it?"

"I found one in the woods when I was looking for rocks!"

"What? Why did you bring one here? You know you're supposed to leave them alone!"

"I know! But she doesn't look okay..." The boy opened his hands to reveal a tiny winged-person lying unconscious.

The old man let out a small gasp. He leaned closer to the boy and adjusted his glasses to get a closer look. "Oh dear. What happened to her?"

"I was at the river when I was looking for rocks when I heard someone screaming from the sky." The boy paused to catch his breath. "I think she fell from a nearby tree and I found her in the water."

The old man stood up and began to stroke his chin. "It's good that she fell in there, the water may have been able to cushion her fall." He left the living room and entered the kitchen, opening one of the kitchen cabinets to pull out a red box and placed it on the countertop below.

The boy quickly followed behind him, carrying the fairy. "I was so worried for her. I couldn't just leave her there!" The boy looked down at his pants. "My pants got wet in the river when I was looking for her. Sorry."

The old man looked at his grandson, who appeared to be completely drenched from head to toe. Glancing behind the boy, he found a trail of muddy footprints that led to the kitchen entrance. The old man sighed. "That's okay. What matters now is that you brought her here so we can help her." He held both of his hands out to the boy. "Give her to me," he spoke in a gentle whisper. The boy slowly lifted the tiny fairy up and was careful to lay her in his grandpa's palms. The fairy remained undisturbed, causing the boy to worry. What if she didn't wake up?

His grandpa set her on a washcloth that was laid out on the kitchen countertop. He was careful to make sure that her paper-thin wings wouldn't get crushed when she was placed with her back facing down. "Now, go get a new change of clothes," he told the boy as he began to grab more tools from the red box.

"Okay!" the boy turned to run to his room.

"Take off your shoes! And please wipe the floor when you finish dressing up," the old man called from the table as he pulled out a magnifying glass.

"Sorry!" The boy sat on the floor to unstrap the velcro on his shoes. Once he managed to peel his wet socks off of his feet as well, he got back up and carried the pair of shoes to the front door where he entered.

The boy quickly closed the door to his bedroom and proceeded to rip off his clothes and rub himself dry with a towel. He grabbed the first shirt and pants he could find laying on the floor. Prior to today, he had only seen fairies from a distance. Now there was one in his home, and he was excited to see one up close. But based on the condition that she was currently in, he was concerned about whether or not she was going to be okay. His grandpa strictly told him to not bring any fairies home either, and he could be in even bigger trouble if she didn't awaken.

The boy returned to the kitchen to find his grandpa still observing the tiny fairy. She laid on the table, eyes still shut, now wrapped in a little washcloth. His grandpa held her petite wrist between his two large digits. He was quiet, as if he were listening for something. The boy remembered his grandpa telling him about feeling for a heartbeat to figure out if someone was still alive.

The boy didn't want to disturb his grandpa, so he stood behind him patiently. He looked down at his hands, trying to remember what she looked like when he held her fragile petite body. It awed him to imagine how a tiny human-like creature could exist. Sure, bugs and microscopic organisms existed, but he was especially fascinated with how similar they were to him.

After some time, his grandpa partially unwrapped the washcloth and gently placed the fairy's wrist down beside her before tucking her back into the little towel once again.

"Is she going to be okay? The boy looked up at him, eyes filled with concern.

"She's alive," the old man said as he glanced back at his grandson. "Just knocked out from the fall and a bit bruised."

The boy sighed with relief. Thank goodness that she was only asleep. "I know I'm not supposed to bring any fairies home-"

"No," His grandpa interrupted. "I'll allow it just this one time. This was urgent, she needed medical attention."

The boy looked at his grandpa with widened eyes. "So... you're not mad?"

The old man kneeled down in front of his grandson and ruffled his hair. "Of course not. She wouldn't be saved if it weren't for you." His grandpa gave him a warm smile. The boy beamed back.

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