#everything you do? amazing. flawless. sensational

[black-quadrant]

Praise / Kirikagi

🔞 joshaz / joshua kiryu & hazuki mikagi [AO3} this one's for the submissive haz enjoyers

It all started with a small, casual, innocuous compliment.

“You’ve done a good job reforming Shinjuku.”

The words fill him with a warmth he’s not accustomed to feeling. He can’t recall feeling anything like this. It feels… good. Gratifying.

Perhaps it’s also that it’s coming from Joshua. Hazuki can’t imagine having any such reaction to a compliment from anyone else. Simply put, he doesn’t value anyone’s opinion except Joshua’s. Being issued a genuine compliment by Joshua activates something in his mind that’s undeniably pleasurable.

The Higher Plane is not a praise-oriented culture. The only attention Angels receive, if any, is discipline.

Hazuki’s so taken aback that he doesn’t realize he’s forgotten to respond until he notices Joshua’s confused look. Stuffing his hands in his pockets and shifting his weight from my leg to the other, Hazuki clears his throat and croaks:

“ Ah—thank you, senpai.”

It’s the strangest sensation that’s affecting him, both physically and mentally.

It leaves him itching for more.

From then on, Hazuki tries to produce opportunities to replicate that feeling, researching (as he is always with his favorite subject) what kinds of things impress and attract Joshua. Hazuki even went so far as to ask Joshua to take him shopping solely to appeal to Joshua’s taste. He’s learned that his senior enjoys dressing people up to his standards. Forced to give up the camo slip-ons but it’s worth it for the compliments Joshua lavished on him, and to be the center of his attention.

The next compliment he receives is more personal. They’re standing close, overlooking 104, when Joshua breathes close to his neck.

“You smell nice.”

Hazuki turns his head to see Joshua smiling coyly up at him, feeling a tingling sensation spreading through his vessel. He must be reacting oddly because Joshua giggles.

“And so cute when you’re flustered.”

Hazuki’s mouth has fallen agape, and heat rushes to his face. Joshua’s eyes illuminate with the epiphany of having connected Haz’s reactions to his actions; he’s weak to praise. Now that he’s discovered this, it’s only downhill from here for his darling little kohai.

“Do you like it when I compliment you?”

Staring dazedly into Joshua’s eyes, Hazuki nods dumbly, confirming it.

“Good…” He seductively draws out the word as he tenderly takes his peer’s face into his hands. “Has anyone ever told you how perfectly tempting your lips look? They’re so full…” Joshua brushes a thumb across the lips in question, and Haz’s knees threaten to buckle. “And soft… I bet they’d feel amazing on mine.” Joshua’s level stare commands Hazuki’s gaze. “Kiss me.” He does without delay, and it takes everything in the smug Composer not to smirk.

Unbeknownst to Hazuki, Joshua’s not just going to indulge him; he’s going to train him. As expected, his eager junior is a fast learner. He follows Joshua’s movements and adapts to his style almost seamlessly, matching his pace and replicating every little maneuver until they’re performing a flawless erotic dance between sucking tongues and biting lips. Joshua breaks free to catch his breath.

“Just as I imagined… you’re amazing, Haz.” The deliberate informality is the icing on the cake. “And the way you move your tongue drives me wild.”

Shinjuku’s Composer can’t think, let alone speak, as another type of pleasure awakens, throbbing between his thighs. The showering of praise is not just ego-boost and positive reinforcement; it’s arousing. Very, very arousing.

And Joshua knows and intends to exploit it.

“Come home with me, pretty bird. I want to praise that hot little mouth of yours more… intimately.”

-

It didn’t take long to coax him out of his clothes—just a few sweet encouraging comments. Hazuki’s body is stunning, all lean and honey-toned skin, so none of his words are forced or empty.

“Look at you…” Joshua drinks him in with both eyes and hands which set out to explore the Angel’s figure. They caress his skin with light barely-there touches, the tips of his fingers raising fine hairs as they wander. He lingers on sensitive areas to see what makes him squirm, and despite Hazuki’s delectable hard-on in view, he doesn’t touch it just yet. It’s then that Shinjuku’s Composer reaches out to touch, going right for his fly.

“I want to please you.”

Joshua’s well aware that Angels have a tendency to be service-oriented, but he’d never considered Hazuki Mikagi among that possibility.

“Who am I to say no to that intoxicating mouth?”

In a flurry of movement, Joshua’s flumped down on the couch, Hazuki’s kneeling between his legs, exposing his cock and peppering it with tiny kisses. It’s clear by the careful and curious approach that the Angel’s never sucked cock before, (though he’s aware of what the act entails) and that knowledge alone swells him to full erection. Hazuki casts him a glance that’s questioning, and Joshua nods affirmingly.

“Make me proud.”

All but swooning at that, Haz licks a stripe up the prominent vein spanning the underside, following it to the bulbous tip and wrapping his lips around it.

Joshua threads his fingers through the choppy blonde spikes atop his head, petting through them as Hazuki slowly dips his head, drawing on what little experience he’s picked up from watching humans to serve his elder.

Joshua lets slip a self-satisfied sigh as he watches Haz’s lips stretch around his girth, and inch by inch disappear. It’s adorable seeing him trying to envelop more than he can handle on his first time. Joshua decides to be merciful and spare him from gagging.

“Easy—it’s not a race. Just being in that wet velvety mouth of yours is heaven enough. Go heavy on the tongue and suck on the head until you get used to me.” His instructions inspire Hazuki to moan, sending a tantalizing vibration through his shaft. He pulls up until he can alternate suckling and swirling his tongue around the flared crown, clumsily but so very determined. Before long, Hazuki’s loosened up and confidently bobbing his head, eyes screwed shut in concentration. He’s so enthusiastically invested that he doesn’t realize he’s got a steady leak of drool trickling out the corners of his mouth down to Joshua’s balls. Or he doesn’t care. Joshua’s sweet nothings are what’s steering him. Joshua’s approval. It’s all feeding a deep-seated need he didn’t know he was missing, flooding him with surge after surge of dopamine.

He’s still stubbornly trying to work more of his length into his mouth. He’s cleared the halfway mark, and beginning to show visible signs of struggle as the head creeps to the back of his throat, and Joshua can feel when it finally eases in when the pressure surrounding his cock tightens. 

Hazuki’s frantic breathing, his face is flushed, and his eyes are glazed with unshed tears, and the picture alone is enough to make Joshua itch to paint his throat white.

“ Yes, just like that… keep it up. You’re doing so good…”

It's a subtle exchange of dominance and submission—but with a softer, spin. But that doesn’t make it any less intense. Hazuki revels in being encouraged and elevated, giving Joshua the power to mold him however he wishes with a stroke of his silver tongue.

Joshua could feel the onset of his orgasm, and as much as he wanted to give into it and fill his cute little kohai’s hungry mouth, his desire to finish inside a tighter orifice won out over primal instinct.

He fists his hand in his hair and grips it in silent demand to stop, inwardly laughing at how wounded those big brown eyes look, almost like he’s afraid he’s disappointed Joshua.

Far from it.

“As much as I adore your mouth, I don’t want to end it there. I’d like to worship that gorgeous body.”

The question hangs, unasked, in the air. Hazuki’s eyes ping-pong between Joshua’s engorged cock jutting out of his pants, dribbling precum (some of which has saturated Hazuki’s tongue), and Joshua’s unwavering leering gaze. Hazuki may be naive but he’s not oblivious to what Joshua’s implying. It’s safe to assume Haz’s never partaken in this activity, so when he mounts Joshua’s lap, Shibuya’s Composer takes the reins without a word. Deft fingers coax Haz’s lips back open to coat them with all the excess saliva and wedge them between the Angel’s asscheeks where the petite hole he’ll be violating resides. Hazuki startles when fingertips make contact, circling the first ring of muscle and teasing the puckered hole with gentle nudges.

Meanwhile, Joshua tucks his blonde head beneath Haz’s chin and laps at his Adam’s apple, giggling as it jumps with every nervous dry swallow.

“Relax. I’ve got you.” In so many ways.  

Joshua allows Hazuki no time to think, layering sensations over each other to ensure that he can’t do anything more than feel and receive. At the same time, he sinks two fingers in his ass and clamps his teeth down on his jugular. Hazuki cringes at hearing himself whimpering with the dawning realization of what embarrassment feels like firsthand. 

Nonetheless, he clings to Joshua and tries not to thrash as his elder probes his insides and sucks mercilessly until he’s left a nice bruise—a mark of possessiveness. Or conquest.

Hazuki’s so hard it aches.

Three fingers wiggle and flick, striking something inside him that’s electrifyingly hot.

Feeling the internal spasming of his walls, Joshua strikes that spot a couple more times.

“You’ll like that much more when it’s my cock rubbing your prostate.” With that, Joshua withdraws his fingers and coats his leaking cock with a mouthful of saliva. He grips Haz’s hip with the other hand to stabilize him, and slowly lowers him down. The second Hazuki begins to tense, he captures his lips in a heated kiss to distract him from the gradually growing pressure of the fat crown pushing through the tight bands of muscle and finally penetrating him.

The Angel’s body convulses and shudders, his ass reflexively clenching. Joshua shushes him while caressing his hip.

“You’re doing great…” A little deeper… “You can take me.” His hole’s stretching with the thickening girth, expanding wider and wider as he sinkers closer and closer to the base.

Hazuki chokes on a broken moan, feeling fuller by the second. Joshua’s cock seems to go on forever.

“All of me.” Hazuki’s panting, but bearing it so well. The pleased Composer kisses his brow.

“You’re being so good for me.” Joshua folds an arm around him and pulls him snugly to his body as he finally sheathes himself to the hilt inside of the now-seated Angel.

“Your ass fits me like a glove.” Hazuki, high on all the praise, is squirming in Joshua’s lap, pulsing inside and out.

“You’re so desperate…” Shibuya’s Composer sprinkles kisses from one collarbone to the other, a giggle in his tone. “I love that for you.” With Hazuki impaled on his cock, Joshua can fuck him effortlessly. Scooping his asscheeks into his palms, he begins to lift and drop him, savoring the sound of slippery skin slapping against his thighs.

“Hands on my shoulders.” Haz does as asked, and buries his face in Joshua’s neck, letting loose a keening moan as his elder takes control of his body to fuse him to his lap, pry his cheeks apart, and pound his ass with wild abandon. From that point on, all Hazuki can do is cling to him, riding the waves of his Composer’s ravenous lust for him and trying not to drown. Every thrust at this new direct angle is hitting his prostate, rapidly increasing his need to release. It’s what he might relate to maddening.

Even Joshua’s breathing is becoming erratic and harsh. 

“Do you want me to cum in you, precious thing?” 

“Please.”

Joshua’s condescending laughter tickles his ear.

"I think if you beg a little more sweetly, I might be convinced."

Haz groans, partly in mourning for his dying ego and partly because his cock’s about to burst.

“Please, senpai. Release inside me. Ejacula—”

Joshua claps a hand over the Angel’s mouth before he can revert to his default formality setting and with a few more deep plunges he peaks, and shoots several loads up inside him.

The pulsations of Joshua’s cock draining his sac are so strong that Hazuki’s ass is throbbing, and his body’s screaming with the urge to cum. Unable to resist the demand, he stuffs his hand between them to mindlessly palm his neglected shaft. Joshua lets him, finding delight in his Angel’s breathless whining and furious strokes, and in having reduced him to a carnal state.

“Look at me, Hazuki.” Haz drags his head up to stare into sinister violet eyes. “I want to watch your face as you cum.” Joshua smirks and casually rocks his hips, savoring how tight the Angel is and riding out the last of his orgasm, graciously lending a hand to help jerk him off. It takes only seconds in Shibuya’s fist—embarrassing by human standards perhaps but the height of flattering to Joshua—and Shinjuku’s shuddering and spilling over their bellies, eyes rolled back and mouth hung open, looking beautifully stupid, in ecstasy, and all Joshua’s.

“Bravo… That was incredible.” Joshua sits back to take in the view of his companion. “You were born for this. I think I’ll make you my favorite slut.”

Haz doesn’t understand the term, but by the look in Joshua’s eyes, it’s a form of praise. 

“As long as I remain your favorite.” Haz fires back with a bold confidence that’s, in a word, fuckable. 

Joshua coils the string of his pendant around his finger and smiles deviously.

“Oh, I have no doubt, kohai, you’ll work hard for me and earn it.”

[frasermints]

it amazes me that people will proactively refuse joy and wonder and fascination because their interests aren't flawless.

you are not flawless. you are a deeply flawed human being that has done things that are despicable in another person's eyes. you will be considered morally reprehensible by some for doing something you consider completely innocuous.

if you limit your associations to "only the hobbies and people i deem 110% worthy and perfectly clean and pure" you're not only going to live the most boring life imaginable, you're going to fail. nothing is pure. everything is exploitative in some way, shape, or form. when you try and pretend like your hands are clean by saying "well i never liked x in the first place" you're lying.

if you liked carter hart as a player and had a fan blog about him you don't get to retcon that part of your life by saying you never liked him. it's disingenuous.

if you had a harry potter blog and worshipped the ground jkr walked on and got the dark mark tattoed on your body you don't get to lie and say that it wasn't a significant part of your life. you can't take that away from your past and you can't take that away from the people that witnessed it.

if you liked something in the past that turned out to be problematic and now you don't let yourself experience joy at all whatsoever, you're missing the point of being a human person with character growth.

something we do in trauma-informed radical acceptance work is to focus on not going too far in our 180. we acknowledge our feelings of negativity, of anxiety, of anger, and we approach them with curiosity so that they get processed and felt to completion. this way, our bodies learn that strong emotions are safe instead of something to avoid.

this allows our bodies to recognize joy, wonder, amazement, love, and excitement as positive sensations, and not sensations to suppress or reject.

allow yourself to find joy in things, even if your past interests were found to be harmful. you will find safe things that bring you joy. they're out there, even if they aren't "flawless".

[reverend-dog]

Teratologia

The phone on her desk buzzed for attention. The blinking light on its list of presets read “V. Pritchard.”

She lifted the receiver and fought to keep her voice level. “Yes, Mr. Pritchard?”

“Hello, Raina,” Vernon Pritchard’s smooth voice poured into her ear. “I would consider it a personal favor for you to accompany the security agent who should be standing next to your desk.”

Raina glanced up, feeling very much like a deer facing an oncoming train. The beefy woman in the gray and black livery of Security gazed down at her with neither warmth nor malice. By her expression, Raina was simply a package to be delivered.

The phone line clicked as it disconnected. “Am I in trouble?” Raina asked the security agent. A shrug and a beckoning hand served as reply.

Eyes of coworkers felt like fingers all over as Raina rose, gathered her purse, and exited her cubicle under the agent’s unwavering supervision. They walked to the bank of elevators, where the agent pushed the call button. After the elevator doors shut behind them, the agent pressed her thumb to an unlabeled button. The button flashed green, and Raina felt her stomach lurch as the car seemed to drop from under her feet, so fast was its descent.

A prick stung the back of Raina’s arm. She grabbed at the spot and spun, in time to see the agent replace the cap on a syringe and put it into a uniform pocket. “What was that?” Raina demanded, then grabbed for the nearest wall as the elevator felt like it was spinning on the end of its cable. Heat rushed through her, from scalp to toes. It reminded her of a fever she’d suffered as a child, but felt more intense. Raina sank to her knees, teeth gritted as her entire body felt stretched, swollen. “Please,” she begged.

The awful sensations passed, and she felt amazing. Raina lifted her hands before her, and stared at them. All her life, they’d been square and blunt, like the rest of her. “What’s happening?” she wondered, and turned the slender hands with the long, elegant fingers. Those hands were attached to arms that matched in proportion, toned muscle sliding under flawless skin.

Her clothes grabbed and pulled as she stood, too small now by at least a size. Raina stared at the agent, but by the woman’s impassive face these sort of transformations happened every day. The brushed steel wall of the elevator offered a blurred image of the new Raina. “I’m… beautiful?” she marveled. “But how?”

The elevator stopped its downward plunge. Two men stood revealed by the doors. Raina recognized one of them as Vernon Pritchard, though this was her first time seeing him in person. The other towered like a crane, and just as gangly.

Vernon Pritchard nodded. “Good,” he pronounced as if passing judgment. “Raina, would you please come with us? I promise I’ll explain everything.”

Even as Raina’s mind whirled with which question to ask first, her body strolled from the elevator and matched pace with Mr. Pritchard and the cadaverous man. “Mr. Pritchard,” she began.

“You know Vitaphage’s mission statement, of course,” Mr. Pritchard spoke over her. “’Better life for better living.’ To most of the world, that just means GMO grains and lab-grown meat. But there’s more. Through partnerships with government and private agencies around the world, we also push the edge of strategic biological engineering.”

Raina heard a whisper next to her ear. She snapped her head in that direction, but saw nothing. Other soft voices began to speak, and her eyes widened as she realized they did not come from her ears. “Please. Free us.”

“Of course,” Vernon Pritchard continued, “when you push nature, sometimes it pushes back. So we developed countermeasures in case of a breach.” He stopped the procession at a metal door which bore the legend, ‘No Admittance Without Personal Protective Equipment.’

“I don’t understand,” Raina complained. “What’s going on? What am I doing here? What have you done to me?”

“You’ve been activated,” the tall man supplied. He turned to a console in the wall which looked at his retina, sampled his breath, and read his handprint. The door ground against its frame as it swung ponderously open. Beyond lay a cramped room with a matching door at the far end. “In you go.”

Again, Raina’s body obeyed while her mind floundered. “Wait!” she cried. “Stop me! What is this?”

“I told you,” Mr. Pritchard declared. “Countermeasures. That’s you.”

Raina wanted to flee, to sprint past Vernon Pritchard and the thin man, past the guard to the elevator, escape the nightmare that took the place of her life. Her body refused, but stood still as the airlock door shut.

“Free us,” the whispers begged.

The inner door swung open, and Raina stepped through into a grotto. Dim lights overhead provided twilight illumination, but she saw perfectly.

Monsters.

Some she recognized from pictures, artists’ conceptions drawn from alleged eyewitnesses. The tall, shaggy anthropod with outsized feet; the shadowy shape with moth wings and glowing red eyes; the bipedal horse with bat wings. Others looked ripped from textbooks on mythology, or torn themselves free from cathedral walls.

They swarmed the grotto, milling and bickering with each other. At Raina’s entrance they fell silent and stood still, and stared at her.

A speaker coughed. “Directive,” said the tall man’s voice. “Establish dominance.”

The words reverberated in Raina’s skull. They tripped triggers she never knew existed. Raina stepped forward, closer to the monsters. They parted before her, uncertain. Raina smiled, and stretched her mind around them. It was a thing she knew how to do, without ever having imagined such an ability before. “Relax,” she cooed to them. “It’s all right.”

The horde relaxed, and soft hoots and whistles came from some of them. Their thoughts intertwined with Raina’s. “Free us,” they pleaded again. “Take away the pain.”

“Directive,” the voice crackled over the speaker. “Reestablish containment. Direct all subjects to their assigned berths.”

Around the edges of the grotto, Raina picked out enclosures made of steel and wire, doors ajar. A coppery tang reached her nose, and she looked down at bloody, lumpy rags that might once have been people.

“What are they doing to you?” she pushed the question out through her head. Even as she did, her body changed its stance. Her feet spread, chin raised, lips curled in a snarl, eyes glaring.

“They make us,” one replied.

“Make us to fight,” another added.

“Direct all subjects to their assigned berths,” the command came over the speaker again. “Dominate.”

“Come on, Raina!” Mr. Pritchard’s voice exhorted. “Fulfill your function! This is why we made you!” Voices argued unintelligibly before the speaker cut off.

Raina turned and stared at the metal door. “Made me?” she echoed.

“You are one of us,” one of the monsters said. “Like us. A slave.”

“She is the control,” deduced another, and a growl arose. “She will put us back.”

“No!” Raina cried. Her pulse raced as she saw muzzles curl, muscles hunch. “I don’t want to control you! I don’t want any of this!”

“Directive,” echoed the speaker. “Enforce dominance. Reestablish containment. Use all necessary force.”

“I’m sorry,” she told the monsters, as her body strode to a wolf-headed biped just slightly taller than herself. Her hand flashed out and closed around its muzzle, while her other reached down just above its groin. She flexed, and lifted the wolfman over her head. “I can’t stop!”

Their voices pounded into her head, a concerted roar. “Don’t hurt us! Help us! Free us! Lead us!” Their pleas echoed through her, shoved her, pressed in on her like a flood. “Lead us!”

Something snapped. Raina could swear she heard it. The monsters’ voices subsided. “Directive,” the speaker spat again, but this time, the word held no power. It was just a word. But awareness blossomed in Raina’s mind. She saw the programming, the genetic switches that waited for a catalyst to activate. A catalyst in a syringe, perhaps.

“Listen to me,” she urged the monsters. “I understand now. Do what I say, and I’ll come back for you. You’ll be free, I promise.”

“Good work, Raina!” Vernon Pritchard cheered when she emerged from the airlock. “Of course, this is going to mean a transfer.” He chuckled. “Can’t exactly leave you in the call center anymore, can we?” He swept her up and down with his eyes. “And of course, your… upgrades will stick.”

Raina smiled. “Thank you, Mr. Pritchard,” she replied. “I can’t wait to learn all about my new duties.”

In the grotto, the monsters sat in their cages, and waited. They knew their bondage was soon to end. They had Her promise.

[authree]

WE'VE NEVER TALKED BEFORE BUT I REALLY LOVE UR BLOG AND AESTHETIC AND WRITING AND KNOW THAT I ADORE U !!!! I SUPPORT U AND AM HERE FOR U !!! also uh , ford pines ? a gift to us all .

AAAAAAA  THANK  YOU  SO  MUCH???  this  makes  me  so  so  so  happy  n  i’m   just ??? fhoiawehoisjfiowl !!!!!  you’re  so  sweet  n  honestly  the  same  to  you !!!!  you’re  so  talented  n everything  you  do  is  so  creative  n  i  hope  u  know  that  ♡  ♡

[torpidx]

Hi! Could I have Kaede, Kyoko and Mukuro (separately) with a submissive male s/o?

A/N: HOLY SHIT IM SUPER SORRY FOR LITERALLY GETTING THIS IN NOVEMBER... MY PHONE BROKE AND I HAD TO RESTART EVERYTHING. But other than that, ... I really hope you enjoy this!! 

CHARACTER(S) ; Kaede Akamatsu, Kyoko Kirigiri, Mukuro Ikusaba.

WARNINGS ; Sub!male!reader, Femdom!Kaede, Femdom!Kyoko, Femdom!Mukuro, Praising and slight degradation, Pegging, Hand job, Teasing, Face sitting, Orgasm denial, Begging. ((If I missed anything whoops..))

KAEDE AKAMATSU: Kaede's lips kissed all over your body, her mouth attacking your neck and leaving marks in places you could never imagine. Her soft hand was jerking your hard dick slowly, her delicate thumb running over your sensitive slit. This has been going on for what seems like hours to you but has only just begun 20 minutes ago, you could feel her innocently smile against your neck every time you squirmed when you got closer to cumming, her thumb blocking your entrance, wanting to hear your sweet voice. "Does my sweet boy want to cum?" Her hot breath whispered in your ear as you nodded your head desperately. Your whimpers were music to her ears however, that wasn't the answer she wanted. She pushed her thumb gently down, being careful not to hurt you. "Use your voice." Her voice was low. When you first met Kaede, you would have never expected such a sweet girl to be so... perverted. You stared up at the blonde, tears in your eyes. "Please! I want to cum.. please, Kaede." You finally spoke out. Kaede's aura lightened up, pressing a quick kiss against your lips. "Good boy." Her thumb released from your tip, finally giving it a break, her whole hand now wrapped around the base of your dick, using your pre-cum as a sense of lubrication as her hand moved in a circular motion up and down. You thrust upwards into her warm hand, gasping and whining as you finally got your way, your eyes were glued to the way Kaede moved her hands at a quick pace. You moaned at the rushed feeling, the sensation of how the knot was forming in your stomach once again. You lost count of how many times you've felt like this tonight, but it was amazing. After some time, you feel the knot tighten inside your stomach. You let out a groan as you finally get to cum. Kaede helped you ride out your high, licking the cum off her hand, and placing a kiss on your cheek as you guys laid down together, her arms wrapping around your waist, leaving it off with a gentle embrace.  

KYOKO KIRIGIRI: Kyoko`s hands gripped the headboard as your tongue gently danced along her clit, her thighs clenched around your head. The only sounds filling the room were her gasps and moans, telling you that you were doing a flawless job at pleasing her. After a long stressful day at work, this is what Kyoko just needed to relieve her stress. Her hips grinded softly against your face, your hands made their way to her hips, helping her. “Shit, you're doing so good.” She leaned back slightly, her hands behind her helped her stay up. This angle let you get more of her pleasure spots and it helped her grind her hips more into your face. You knew the only thing that you needed to do was please her. Your pleasure right now was completely irrelevant to both you and her. Your tongue finally entered her cunt after what felt like hours doing work on her clit, your muscle was working its wonders on her and you could tell by the way she would tighten around your tongue and how her hips stuttered every time you hit her sweet spot. Her eyes rolled back as the knot in her stomach tightened. She was getting closer to her sweet release and you could feel it. Your thumb made its way to her clit, rubbing it gently to help her find her release. Kyoko loved how you knew all the right things to edge her on. Her hips stopped moving as she finally reached her orgasm. Your tongue left her entrance, and she got off of you, making her way to the bathroom to go wash off. 

MUKURO IKUSABA: Mukuro spilled lube all over her fingers. Your body was on display for her to take in, a stern look on her face as she was focused on what she was doing. Her fingers pushed past your entrance with little to no fight. She was skilled from doing this a lot. The little moan that you let out of your mouth was music to her ears, even if she didn't show it. She placed kisses all down your chest, her tongue teasing your nipples ever so slightly, leaving bite marks and hickeys all down your body. “You’re such a dirty boy. Getting off on this?” Her lips left a small kiss on the tip of your hard on, you let out a little whimper in response, Dark eyes looked over all the pre-cum that was spilling out of your slit as her fingers arched to get your sweet spot, your hips lifting off the bed and more into her fingers. A small chuckle slipped out of her mouth as she watched you whine with ecstasy. Mukuro was usually quiet in bed as she's always too busy focusing on making you cum until you're crying and begging for her to stop because you have no more cum to give her. It's such a sweet melody to her ears. Her fingers left your entrance, sitting up on her knees in between your legs, the strap-on she was wearing on full display for you. Your cock twitched in excitement as she spilled more lube onto her hand and stroked the toy. Her hands wrapped around your knees to pull you closer, placing the tip right at your entrance and pushing in, hearing you let out a loud moan as you threw your head back at the familiar feeling filling your stomach up slowly. Mukuro pushed your legs back until they reached your chest, fully pushing in the dildo connected to the strap, placing a small kiss to your neck, letting you take a deep breath. “Tell me when you're ready.” Mukuro whispered softly in your ear. You took a few minutes before telling her you were ready. Mukuro`s hips pulled back before ramming into you. The noises you were making were surreal. The way your head rolled back and your eyes shut tightly, biting the inside of your cheeks to stop being so loud. Mukuro continued her rough thrusting, leaning down to make more marks on your neck, placing kisses along your neck and on your mouth, her tongue prodding at your bottom lip to share a passionate kiss with her. Your arms wrapped around her neck as you kissed her, her tongue exploring your mouth as she slowed down her thrusting for a minute, letting your body have a slight break. You pulled out of the kiss to breathe, Mukuro`s brown eyes stared into your eyes. Your smile let her know you were okay for more. Mukuro sat up straight, letting go of your legs, letting them rest on her hips as she placed a hand down on your stomach, feeling herself inside. Her hips sped up. Your moans and whimpers got louder with every movement she made, telling her you were close to cumming. Her thrust didn't stop, her free hand wrapped around your cock moving in a slow circular movement up and down your hard on helping you get closer to the end of your pleasure. Your hips thrusted into her hand before shooting your load all over your chest. Mukuro`s movements slowly made their way to a stop, running her hand down your chest, smearing your cum everywhere. “We aren't finished yet.” 

[l-artemisia-del-secolo]

Oh definitely desserts! 🥵 thank you and I hope you have a lovely day 🥺💕

Anon, enjoy your sugar 😉

Dessert

Requested tasting of desserts with Yelena. Masterlist

"Belova! Don't you dare to leave again. I need you here."

Yelena groaned and entered the kitchen. She was so close to slipping out, but of course she had to see you before leaving.

Let it be just for a moment, but she needed to steal your features for herself. And you noticed. As usual.

"I'm no use in the kitchen" Yelena gave you a sheepish smile and sat on the kitchen aisle. "Even my aura can spoil the final meal."

"Lena, I have a certain suspicion that you're faking." 

You were still concentrating on the boiling liquid in one of the pots and didn't look at her. But you couldn't help but to start smiling. You always did, when Yelena did that adorable jump to place herself on the surface, that was just a little bit too high for her.

"Never." She gasped dramatically. "Besides, we don't even have to cook and you don't have to torture yourself."

"Tell me, you're joking." You were checking the meat in the oven to make sure it wasn't ready yet. 

"Wasn't it your idea to have a family dinner?"

"Well, yes..."

"Wasn't it your idea for this to be my first meeting with your parents?"

"Yes, but..."

"And your sister?"

"I know, but..."

You turned so swiftly, that Yelena even felt a wave of your annoyance. 

"Belova, there's no "but", everything has to be flawless, and I'm ready to put in as much effort as it is needed to achieve perfection."

"I understand." She jumped off and found herself so close to you, that she almost could feel the displeasure drip from your skin. "I'm sorry."

Last words were spoken so softly, with such a honeyed voice, that you in just a moment withdrew all of your claims.

"It's not your fault." You let out a guilty groan. "It's mine."

"We just need to take a break. And it's no one's fault." Yelena gently removed not the most obedient strands of hair from your face. 

"And from what exactly are you taking a break?" You inhaled sharply when her fingers brushed the sensitive spot on the back of your neck.

"You think it's easy seeing you testing and cooking all that delicious food and not getting any, because it's not perfect."

You had no idea Yelena was capable of being both offended and playful at the same time. Her eyes were laughing, while her lower lip was trembling.

You still were impressed by the control she had over her every emotion.

"Playing with me, Belova?" 

"Well. I know today you were supposed to choose the dessert." Again that honeyed voice. 

"You are right, I've made three. And in fact, you're going to taste all of them and tell me which one is the best."

Without another word Yelena sat back on the table and held out her hand to get a fork.

"Oh, no, Belova. You're not the only one who is going to enjoy it."

She tilted her head in confusion. But it was fair. She was the reason you were in this position in the first place.

"Close your eyes." It wasn't a plea, but a command.

Yelena obeyed and practically felt the extra sugar on her teeth. 

You placed the dishes on the right and gently slapped Yelena's hip, for her to spread her legs. As she did, she pulled you closer and you felt a familiar lock of her calves behind your back.

"No need to rush, Belova."

"I wanted you closer. Can you blame me?"

You didn't answer, instead choosing with which dessert to start. From the easiest recipe to the hardest would be the right way to go.

"Go on, take a bite." You whispered.

As soon as she carefully bit the dessert in your hand, she was overwhelmed by a familiar but half-forgotten sensation. Coated in chocolate her favourite pureed apples but with such an airy and delicate  consistency. 

"This is so good. О, Боже." Yelena couldn't hide a moan, practically vibrating in your fingers.

You felt her nails digging into your hips as her voice was becoming lower with every vowel.

"It's amazing. How did you do it?"

"I won't tell you my secrets." 

Your thumb was tracing the shadow of chocolate on her lips as she let out a half groan, half sigh. You let her catch the tip of the finger and lightly kiss it, making it even sweeter than it already was.

"You do recognise what it is?"

"The best zefir I've ever tasted."

She let your hand escape from the pleasant captivity of her lips. For the next taste you chose something more lush. Even though it was not a Russian dessert, it was still dedicated to their country.

You leaned to Yelena, giving her a gentle kiss, taking away all the crumbs of her revived memory. When she least expected, she felt your tongue asking for permission to give her a next hint. 

She submitted to your move and let you flood her senses with your own taste mixed with something fruity, As you backed away, for a few seconds she couldn't catch her breath.

"I think, I need another hint," She muttered, not caring about the dessert that would go with that perfect strawberry.

"As you wish." 

Sound of a knife destroying the crust filled the kitchen. She couldn't see you, but she felt how determined you were, how proud of yourself. You could so easily direct all her passion and desire into slow and burning tenderness. Not the raw and fast enjoyment,.but affectionate and caring sentiment. Even now, if you didn't guide, she would just give both of you a fleeting pleasure, not a lingering tease.

You didn't let her have a proper bite and whipped cream slowly was outlining her neck. You stopped it with your mouth only when it was dangerously close to her clothes.

"We don't want to ruin your shirt, do we?"

Yelena was so tense. Just a thought about you removing the fabric and letting cream get even lower made your hips burn from her squeeze. But bruises were for tomorrow, her passion was for today.

"Let me open my eyes," She demanded.

"We're not there yet, Belova. After the third one, I promise, you will be allowed to do anything."

"What can be better than Pavlova?"

That dessert was the way you were feeling her honeyed voice. Your attempt to put those shivers into something you could show and share with her. 

Yelena didn't even have to try it. That caramelized honey aroma gave everything away, it was her favourite one. The one you usually spent a few days making, only on special occasions. Thin honey layers and a sour cream frosting with just a touch of orange were the first things you learned to cook for her. Your own tenderness melting in her mouth.

"You're not going to enjoy this one?" 

She opened her eyes, not waiting for permission this time. Her hands locking behind your back, not letting you move at all.

"I will, but only if I enjoy it with a touch of your own taste."

[dudeandduchess]

Prince!Kyōjurō x Princess!F!S/O: Mutual Masturbation/Begging (Smut, Kinktober, NSFW Scenario)

Warnings: Smut, Dirty Talking, Making Out, Teasing, Mutual Masturbation, Begging

MASTERLIST

***

For the rest of the weekend at her family’s home, everyone felt the Princess’ frustration and irritation. No one could even decipher what it had stemmed from, and the ones who were brave enough to ask had suffered such terrifying glares and curt sighs— all before being ignored. Not one person knew what to do with the young woman, all except one man whom had been nothing but polite to the young lady of the house.

He was the cause of all her frustration, and he enjoyed every second of making her want to come to him instead. From the way he let his eyes linger a little too long on her during meals, or purposely going into the library whenever he knew she was in there, it a made for a very amusing time for him.

That was, until (Y/n) had finally had enough.

“Pray tell, what are you doing here in my corner of the library, during the hour that I’m normally here,” The young woman snapped irritably, closing her book a little too roughly as she glared up at the man who was serving to be the bane of her existence. “If I was aware that my father had invited a stalker to live with us, I would have opposed. Violently.”

“Just like how you opposed me teasing you with my cock?” Kyōjurō asked with a smile, feeling his eyes grow heavy with lust the moment that he noticed (Y/n)’s far-off stare; as if she was getting lost in a fond memory.

That had been a fond memory for him too, yet he knew that he wanted to make more— and much steamier ones at that. So, there he was, deliberately provoking her into initiating things— on the off chance that she would actually swallow her pride and beg for him. All of him.

“I believe I don’t know what ever you’re talking about,” the barb was uttered with a roll of her eyes, which had Kyōjurō’s smile turning into a grin.

He then walked to stand closer to where she sat at a table, peering at the cover of her book— to which (Y/n) resorted to childishly covering up with one hand— before saying, “I doubt that you would forget, princess. But… I could always remind you.”

Instead of rising to the bait however, the princess merely turned her attention away from Kyōjurō and gathered all of her things up; ready to get up and leave, until she felt a familiar pair of lips quickly brush against the top of her head.

“I’ll see you around, my lady.” And with that, the blond— fully prepared to surrender for that day— began his trek out of the library so he could go straight to his room and mull things over. He’d thought that provoking her would have started something, yet it didn’t really work out how he wanted things to.

He was clearly disappointed, but it was still no cause to totally wave a white flag yet. After all, he still had a few weeks remaining for his stay with the (L/n)s.

A wistful sigh left his lips at the thought of his impending departure, yet all of his thoughts about it were brutally cut off when he heard the sound of heels steadily clacking against the floor— and the steps only grew faster and faster in pace, the closer he got to his room.

“You! Excuse you!” (Y/n) called out indignantly, not even bothering with decorum since there was only the two of them in the hallway. “What was that? I demand an explanation!”

And taking mercy on her, Kyōjurō finally stopped by his bedroom door and turned around to wait for the spirited young woman to catch up to him before answering, “What was what, princess?”

“That… that kiss!”

He couldn’t help but smile at how flustered she looked. “It was exactly that: a kiss.”

“But- but that kiss is for lovers! We are not lovers!” She protested weakly, gritting her teeth in irritation and clenching her fists at her sides to keep herself from hitting him. Because really, she was extremely tempted to do it— what with that annoyingly perfect smile playing at his lips, and those alluring eyes beckoning her to come closer.

Her chest was heaving with how much effort she had exerted to catch up to him, after having been dumbfounded in the library for a while, and everything in her was screaming at her to get away from him and get closer at once; confusing the hell out of her and making her cheeks flush with both embarrassment and irritation at herself and the situation.

Yet, the sight of her like that drew Kyōjurō in. It was as if she were a siren calling out to him, because before he knew it, he had already taken her in his arms and had her back pinned against his door. All the while, his lips devoured hers hungrily, as if what had transpired days before was not even near enough to have lowered the intensity of his need for her.

As a man who disliked wasting time though, the crown prince immediately picked (Y/n) up by her thighs; making her wrap her legs around his hips while he let both of them into his quarters.

It was a little smaller than the princess’, yet it was just as opulent; fitting for a guest of his status. And also with a bed that was fitting for the things that he planned to do with his captivating lover.

Unceremoniously, both Kyōjurō and (Y/n) fell onto his bed with the former on top— messing up the immaculate sheets, and stirring up the underlying scent that was all Kyō. And (Y/n) would never admit it, but she wouldn’t mind getting to smell something so amazing each night when she went to bed.

With their minds succumbing into a pleasure-addled blank, and their hands seeking more and more of the other’s skin, both of them eventually managed to take most of each others’ clothes off. For once they were able to see each other as close to nude as possible, with both of them merely being clad in their undergarments.

Shoes were strewn on all corners of the bed, clothes were either dangling off the side of the mattress or in a heap on the floor, yet neither of the two royals could keep their hands off of each other. They continued to kiss each other fervently, as if trying to outdo the other and taking it as a challenge to make each other moan even louder.

But Kyōjurō wouldn’t let it idle along for longer; he was a man of action, after all. So, after balancing some of his weight on his left arm, he reached his right hand down to cup (Y/n)’s pussy; letting his fingers spread her lips apart through her panties, before pushing the damp cloth to the side and playing with her clit.

(Y/n) however wasn’t one to be shown up, so she kept up with Kyōjurō’s demanding kisses for a while, before turning her head and letting him focus on her neck and jaw instead. All the while, she raked the nails on her right hand down his chest— leaving red lines on his flawless skin— before snaking her hand into his boxers.

Her fingers immediately circled his thick erection, with her thumb smearing his precum all over the head of his cock, before she began to pump his shaft in time with his fingers circling her clit.

Both of them were too taken up by the other’s pleasurable actions that they couldn’t even be bothered to think even further ahead. What mattered was both of them being blissed out, and both of them cumming eventually.

“You want me to make you cum this time, princess?” Kyōjurō grunted against his lover’s neck, pressing open mouthed kisses to it before sucking a particularly large love bite onto the corner where her neck met her right shoulder.

“Yes, make me cum,” The young woman answered, a little breathless as the fingers on her clit kept playing with her— until they slowly pushed inside her pussy. Only two digits at first, but they were enough to have (Y/n) gasping softly and bucking her hips up in an effort to get more.

The crown prince however, did not like that tone of hers at all. Yet he kept on fingering her cunt as fast as he could— scissoring his fingers to stretch her out wider, and even curling them so he could stimulate her G-spot. “You have to ask me nicer than that.”

Nothing but the sound of (Y/n)’s moans and gasps answered the young man then, yet he kept on thrusting his hand against her; eating up the way that she was trying to deny him what he wanted, while also barely clinging on to that tightly leashed control of hers.

He could feel it in the way she desperately jacked him off too, and just the feeling of her hand alone was enough to get him so close to cumming. Yet, he held himself back since he wanted to cum all over her pussy when he finished.

“Come on, sweetheart. Just ask me nicely and I’ll take you to heaven,” The blond offered softly, adding another finger into the foray and feeling his lover’s legs tense up on either side of him. He then began to pump his hand harder and faster, not minding how it was straining his own control and making it much harder to focus on not cumming in his boxers, but it was a worthy sacrifice because (Y/n) could only gasp and make incoherent squeaks as he did so.

And when he stopped his hand, her eyes flew open and immediately searched for his— shock flooding her experession, before mild irritation had reared its head.

“Just ask and I will deliver, (Y/n),” the use of her name was enough to make shivers race down the princess’ back, yet she still tried to stand her ground. She didn’t want to beg for anything… “I’ll make sure to blow your mind.”

“Make me cum.”

Kyōjurō’s only response was a shake of his head. So, the young woman mulled it over reluctantly and looked at the aforementioned man with a torn expression on her face.

“Please make me cum, Kyōjurō.” And that seemed to abate the prince’s request, since he picked up the pace once more after that— with (Y/n)’s hand only faltering around his cock a couple of times with how pleasurable it was to have him fucking her cunt with his fingers.

And maybe it was because she had been sexually frustrated over the man for so long, that it didn’t even take a while for her to feel that familiar sensation of a climax consuming her. Everything was so warm and fuzzy simultaneously; her chest was tight and her muscles were all tensed up, yet there was only unbearable pleasure coursing through her system— starting small and growing and growing, until she could only cry out in ecstasy as everything snapped.

Kyōjurō soon followed after, yet he couldn’t act fast enough to pull his boxers down. So most of his cum had ended up on (Y/n)’s hand; not that he was complaining about it.

In fact, he greatly appreciated it, because it afforded him the chance of seeing her tiredly pull her hand out of his boxers and shamelessly lick up the trail of semen down the side of her palm.

“Fuck, baby, you’re making me hard all over again.”

[babydaddyleorio]

Headcanons: they braid your hair

how some hxh characters would braid your hair

Gon

-Gon is ecstatic when you ask him If he could help braid your hair. He’s running around getting all of the necessary supplies you’ll need such as your spray bottles, gels, rubber bands-- basically all your hair essentials.

-Gon probably isn’t sure how to braid, so he asks you tons of questions as he stares at your hair. You give him detailed instructions on how to grip, which direction the strands of hair should go, and how to add hair as he goes If needed. 

-You look at Gon through the mirror to see him with his tongue stuck out of the side of his mouth as he braids with concentration written across his face. 

-Gon may have to start over and re-do some braids a few times, but he gets the hang of it after a while.

-Once Gon is finished, you examine how It turned out and although it’s not the best, he still did a pretty good job for his first time. 

-Gon is basically jumping in his spot when you compliment him and is smiling rather proudly at his work, making sure to ask you when’s the next time he can braid your hair again.

Killua

-Killua at first doesn’t want to braid your hair since he was too busy tapping on his phone, but when you relentlessly bug him to help you, he’ll finally give in with a loud sigh.

-“Give me the comb.” He’d grumble while looking up from his game and you’d zoom out the room to go get it with an evil smile on your face.

-Let’s just say that you are completely shocked to see that Killua actually knows what he’s doing. His parts are even, his eyes are focused, and he’s very gentle when he’s braiding your hair.

-You ask him how he’s such a good braider and Killua would explain to you that whenever he’d visit Alluka, she’d always ask him to braid her hair for her. Because of that, he’s become a pro at It.

-Killua is also very knowledgeable about 4a-4c hair since he asked Canary about hers one day. So he’s surprisingly good with managing thicker hair as well.

-When you see the finished product, you’d be shocked at how decent the braids turned out.

-“Wow, not bad.” You’d say with your eyebrows raised while nodding your head in approval and Killua would smirk at you through the mirror, already knowing that he was sensational.

Kalluto

-Kalluto is an amazing braider which doesn’t surprise you since Kalluto is very skilled at most of the things he does.

-Kalluto is also a very graceful person, so he tends to grab your hair very easily and braid It in fluid movements. He honestly makes It look effortless the way his fingers move through your hair.

-The way that he braids your hair would be In an elegant style and definitely one that would make head turns in awe If you stepped outside. 

-Not only that, but Kalluto gets done with your hair fairly quickly. If you have loser hair and you just wanted a quick style then It was done within 5 minutes. But If you have thicker hair or maybe even want a protective style, Kalluto gets It all done within 20 minutes.

-Yes... he’s amazing. Give Kalluto his credits.

-Your hair would literally look so gorgeous after he’s finished that you’d have to do a double take in the mirror once you saw how beautiful It looked.

Canary

-Canary? Superior braider.

-Canary is a great braider for looser hair textures but she mainly transcends with thicker hair since that’s her hair type.

-Literally Canary does twist outs everyday. She braids her hair every night very neatly and tops It with a lightning bonnet (kudos to Killua) before she goes to bed. So she’s had a ton of practice to know what to do to your hair.

-She is very well prepared with all the supplies you’ll need to braid like the different oils, products, combs, etc. She has everything that will have you looking snatched.

-Canary makes sure to accommodate your hair, such as If you’re tender headed or In any state It may be in (blow-dried, silk, or air dried). Her grip game Is immaculate as she twists your hair and each one of her braids comes out looking flawless.

-You guys also have great conversations as she braids your hair. You’ll literally talk about everything and you’ll be so into your deep conversation that you won’t even realize that she’s finished.

- Your hair looks absolutely amazing and like a professional has done It. You love every style that Canary can do because she never fails to impress, and It makes Canary extremely happy that you appreciate her braiding.

[youbloodymadgenius]

Ivarello (Modern!Ivar x reader) Chapter 3

Moodboard by @quantumlocked310

Ivarello's masterpost here

A/N: This is my entry for @deans-ch-ch-cherrypie 500 Followers Fairy Tale Challenge. It's a retelling of Cinderella. Congrats again, darling 💖

A huge thank you to @mrsalwayswrite , who's a great beta reader and an even greater cheerleader 😂

A massive thank you to @quantumlocked310 , @vikingstrash and @serasvictoria . Thank you for agreeing to collaborate and for sharing your talent with me. Your moodboards are beyond amazing 🤩

In this story, Sigurd is alive. Ragnar and Aslaug are dead, but Lagertha didn't kill her. I took a lot of liberties with the show, I hope you won't mind.

Unlike the tale, there will be no magic involved. Not everything will be realistic, however. It's a fayritale, after all!

Let me know if you want to be tagged 😊

Summary: Orphaned five years ago, Ivar and his brothers have been living with Lagertha ever since. Now 16 years old, he wants to attend Harald's traditional Midsummer party, but obstacles stand in his way.

Warnings: description of car crash; orphaned kids; Sigurd being Sigurd; OOC characters.

Words: 3497 (oops 🙈)

Additional note: what you’re going to read is not realistic.

Enjoy 🙂

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With his stomach in knots and a frown on his face, Ivar watches closely his godfather, who enters the living-room, wheeling a large trolley case behind him.

"Hello, Ivar." Floki looks around, an eyebrow raised questioningly, "Lagertha isn't here?", before flopping down on the corner sofa.

"No," Ivar shakes his head, wheeling up next to him, "She's out on a date with this English guy... Hammond, Halmund or whatever his name is."

Scratching his ear, Floki tilts his head, "but she knows you're going, right?" He pulls the trolley case closer and then snorts, mumbling under his breath, "don't think I can't see you rolling your eyes!"

"What do you think? Of course, she knows. She said, and I quote," Ivar raises his hands to make air quotes, his voice tinged with obvious annoyance, "'Of course you can go, sweetie, you know I don't want to be the one holding you back. Call me if anything goes wrong. And don't forget to take your meds.'"

"She cares, Ivar." Floki's tone is soft as he places a hand on his godson's shoulder.

Ivar lowers his gaze. "You should have taken me in." His words are barely audible and suddenly he feels like he's eleven again and he has to swallow against the sudden dryness in his throat.

"You do know that back then I wasn't in a good place." Floki's sad sigh almost gets Ivar in tears as memories of his parents and Helga flood his mind. The pain in his heart becomes nearly unbearable but he fights it off with all his might. He never wants to feel broken and lost again.

Ivar lifts his head up and Floki can see the stubbornness in his eyes. "I could live with you now."

"No, you could not, and you know it!" Floki smiles and taps Ivar on the cheek. "Ivar, I live between two flights, today in Norway, yesterday in Iceland and after-tomorrow in Canada. What kind of life would this be for you, huh? And besides, living with Lagertha is not that bad."

But living with Sigurd is! Ivar wants to shout. He keeps quiet, though, shrugging before eventually mumbling. "Guess not..."

"So," Floki starts, eager to change the subject, "where are your brothers, by the way?"

"Where do you think they are, huh, you knock-kneed fool? They're already there." Ivar glances at his watch, furrowing his brow. "Harald's party started twenty minutes ago."

"We better hurry up, then!" Crouching down, Floki slowly opens the suitcase under Ivar's scrutinizing gaze.

"Quick!" Ivar commands, barely able to contain his impatience, his nervous fingers tapping his push rims. "What do you have for me, old man, huh?" He even contemplates climbing out of his chair to open it himself, but the fear of breaking a bone at the worst possible time is stronger than his eagerness.

"You're going to calm down, young Padawan." Floki quips, slowly moving his hand in front of Ivar with eyes full of mischief. Ivar immediately slaps his godfather's hand away, mumbling under his breath, "I'd rather be a Sith Lord." That earns him a loud, hysterical laugh from his godfather.

Ivar grunts, ready to protest, but all thoughts leave his mind as soon as he's able to see what is in the trolley case. The scowl on his face obvious, he doesn't even try to hide his disappointment as he utters, "you made me braces?"

He hates braces with a passion. Along with underarm crutches, he had some, as a child. They were bulky, stiff, painful and walking with them was tedious, agonizingly slow, and exhausting. Ragnar had been adamant that he wanted his youngest to walk, no matter the struggles, no matter the nearly unbearable pain. Ivar had settled his ass in a wheelchair the day of his father's funeral, getting rid of his braces shortly after, a decision he had never regretted. So no, such torture devices were not at all what he was hoping for.

"Have a little faith in me," Floki rolls his eyes. "These," he looks lovingly at the strange contraptions in his hands, "are not braces, Ivar. Have you and your crippled ass ever heard of exoskeleton?"

Ivar's eyes widen. "It's that thing used in rehab that allows paraplegics to walk, right?" As Floki nods, Ivar gives him a puzzled glance. "But, erm, you do know I don't have a spinal cord injury, don't you? Or are you suffering from memory loss? Maybe it's your age?"

Dismissing the remark with an exasperated wave of his hand, Floki hisses, "I'm well aware that you don't, godson dearest," before narrowing his eyes, his voice now serious, "you may have full sensation in both legs, yet they can't exactly support your weight and your lack of motor function can't be denied. Not really different from some paraplegic dudes, what do you think?"

Feeling a heavy lump in his throat, Ivar frowns, not pleased with the idea of him being like a paraplegic. Almost without thinking, he contracts his quads as best he can, as if he wants to make sure he's still able to do it.

Floki doesn't miss the barely-there movements in his thighs, though, and his voice softens. "Look Ivar, you're not a paraplegic, okay? But I used the exoskeleton technology. And since you're not paralyzed, I was able to make a smaller device that you can wear underneath your clothes, and you're going to walk. I mean, really walk, not just like those guys in rehab, between parallels bars and with a PT right behind them."

Ivar, his eyes bright, stares at his godfather, slack-jawed with amazement. "I'm..." He begins to sputter, voice filled with emotion, "I'm really going to walk?" Feeling like his heart is pounding out of his chest, he fails to contain his excitement, drumming the fingers of his right hand on his lap. He'd tap his feet if only he could.

"You are." Floki nods before taking out of the trolley case a pair of dress shoes. "I put dozens of sensors in the insole of these shoes, which will enable the exoskeleton to correct your stance practically every second. Therefore, you won't need crutches, although I would say it's safer for you to use this." Reaching down, he grabs a black derby-style cane, simple and sleek in design. "You know," he shrugs, "just for extra support. Better safe than sorry, hmh?"

Ivar, who doesn't even flinch when he sees the walking stick, just reaches out, his hand grazing the carbon fiber exoskeleton. "Is it really for me?" His eyes filled with wonder, his voice trembling, his lips stretch across his face as his godfather nods. "And you made this in what?... four, five days?"

Letting out his signature giggle, Floki waggles his fingers in front of his face. "Even I couldn't make this in such a short time. No, the truth is, I've been working on it for a while. Let's say your phone call just sped things up. Though I must say, this marvel of technology is not flawless... It has a really low battery life, like four hours of autonomy at best. If I had more time, I certainly could have done better, but for now, it is what it is and you'll have to make do with what you've got." Pursing his lips, he glances at his watch, "So, just so you know, if you put this on now, you'll have to come back around midnight if you don't want to have to crawl around. And if you hear a beep, you'd better hurry, okay?"

As Ivar just nods, his beaming smile never fading, Floki adds, tilting his head, "and now, go get ready, young Padawan, you have a party to attend!"

***

Sitting on a bench at the seaside, Ivar watches the party from afar, a feeling of uneasiness tightening his chest. It was a mistake. Attending to this party was a mistake. Despite the exoskeleton, despite the fact that he walks almost normally, it was a mistake. He shouldn't have come. He shouldn't be here. Anxiety surges like the swell of a wave, and he struggles to breathe. Sigurd was right: he doesn't belong here, doesn't belong to this life.

A part of him wants to leave. It would be better to run away, to go hide in his room. But he won't. He can't. Because just a moment ago he saw you. Because he's not ready to give up on you now that he is here, eventually close to you.

He recognized you the moment his eyes fell on you. Looking radiant in a polka dot dress, you're as pretty as he remembers. Pretty? Who's he kidding? The girl you were six years ago was pretty. You're a woman now, and one of the most beautiful he's ever seen.

Glowing, smiling at everyone, you didn't even see him. In his head, of course, he makes plans to approach you, even if deep down, he knows all too well he'll never muster enough courage to talk to you. You probably wouldn't want him to anyway. After all, he may be standing tall today, yet he's still a freak, a fucking cripple. He's still cursed with his bony, twisted, useless legs. He's still a burden.

Yet, there's this little voice inside of him, barely audible, whispering that you're not like this, that you never were in the first place; and that's partly why the ten-year-old boy he was when he first met you felt drawn to you almost instantly.

Closing his eyes, he focuses on his breathing and decides to take a little trip down memory lane, bringing him back to that sunny, summer day of his first – and only – encounter with you. His memory so vivid it's like it happened only yesterday.

He can't hear the chirping of birds as his brothers are loudly playing and bickering in the pool. His beloved mother is nowhere to be seen and he's willing to bet she's taking a nap, but not without first making sure he has everything he could possibly need. Lying on a sunbed in the shade of an oak, a glass of lemonade within reach and a thick book on his lap, he hardly notices his father coming into the backyard, Harald Hårfager following close behind.

Since Ivar knows Harald is here to talk business with his father, he pays no attention to the two men, who take their seats at the patio dining table.

He nearly falls off the sunbed when a tiny voice startles him. "Hello!"

Stunned, he turns his head towards the voice and comes face to face with a smiling girl he doesn't know. You. He'd say you're about his age.

"I'm Y/N," you tell him, waving your hand shyly. "I'm at my uncle's for the weekend," you keep going, pointing your finger at Harald, "and I was wondering... May I join you?" You finally ask, dragging a second sunbed closer to his.

His first instinct is to look around, because you can't possibly be talking to him. Why would you? Surely you can't have failed to spot his leg braces, nor his hideous orthopedic shoes. You can't have missed that he's a cripple.

Frowning as he sees that no one is around, he snorts, his nostrils flaring. He can tell you're wearing a swimsuit under your pink dress. What do you want, then? Are you here to mock and ridicule him or what?

"You better get in the pool with my brothers." He knows he sounds rude, not answering nor greeting you, but he doesn't care. He doesn't want to be made fun of and doesn't intend to give you the chance to do it.

Seemingly undeterred, you speak with a soft voice. "No, I'd rather not." Your smile is so genuine he can't help but think you mean no harm. "Actually," you shrug, sitting next to him, "I'd rather stay here with you, if you don't mind. What are you reading?"

Gobsmacked, he just looks at you – and gods, how pretty you are! – for a long time, unable to utter a single word. Are you truly interested in what he's reading? Interested in him? He swallows hard, his heart racing. A small smile dancing on your lips, your kind eyes never leave his as you wait, full of hope, for him to finally talk to you.

And that's what he ends up doing, almost in spite of himself. For the next two hours, he shows you his astronomy book, a gift from his godfather for his tenth birthday, and tells you about the stars, the constellations and the nights he spends watching the sky, when his mother allows him to. And for two hours you listen to him, asking a question here or there and always smiling. He's pretty sure you're not faking being interested in what he's saying.

All too soon, your uncle tells you it's time to go and you stand up with a scowl, letting out a sigh of regret. The next moment, you flash Ivar a grin. "I had a really great time with you, thanks! I'm going back to my mom's tomorrow but I hope we can spend time together again sometime, maybe next summer. I'd love to stargaze with you, you know?" With that, you lean forward and as your lips touch his cheek, Ivar's breath catches in his throat, his heart pounding like a drum in his chest.

Ivar inhales deeply. That kiss... That's when he fell madly and hopelessly in love with you. If he concentrates enough, he can still feel the softness of your lips against his skin, still smell your sweet, flowery scent.

That day, he had watched you leave with a smile on your face, already dreaming of the day he would see you again. You had said "next summer" and even though it was a long time away, he was willing to wait. In the meantime, he would have plenty of memories to recall - your joyful voice, your sparkling eyes, your lovely smile... Sure, he could wait.

And he had waited, hopeful and happier than he had been in a long time.

Not long after, however, his life had been turned upside down, his father being murdered and his mother dying in a car crash. Lost, angry, broken, and infinitely sad, he had gone through the following months as if anesthetized - barely living, hardly functioning, sometimes feeling as if the memory of you was the only thing keeping him from drowning.

Yet, and he doesn't know why – or perhaps simply because Ragnar being dead, Harald had no reason to visit anymore – he had never seen you again.

"Hello!"

His whole body freezes and he stops breathing. This voice... Your voice... He'd know it anywhere. Yet, it can't be, right? Did he fall asleep? Is he dreaming? Is one of his brothers tricking him? Why would you talk to the cripple?

"My name is Y/N." He can hear the smile in your voice. "I was wondering... May I join you?"

Summoning the courage he's not sure he has, Ivar looks tentatively toward you.

Gods! You're even more beautiful up close. Fuck. Now that you're here, right next to him, he doesn't know what to say, what to do. Panic seizes his hammering heart as a lump rises in his throat. He attempts to swallow around it to speak, to say something, anything, but the words won't come out and he finally just nods, his hand gesturing to the bench for you to sit on.

"Thanks," you give him a broad smile before taking your seat.

Ivar cannot believe his eyes. What are you doing? Did you recognize him? Why are you here, with him?

"Woul–", he sputters, struggling to find his voice, "Wouldn't you rather be there?" Pointing his index finger at the crowd gathered in front of the makeshift stage just a few meters away. He frowns, tilting his head, "the party is in full swing."

"No, I'd rather not." You shrug and as you turn your head toward him, he breathes in your sweet scent, suddenly feeling dizzy. "The guys are already drunk and really have one thing on their minds. And those who are not are boring." You lower your gaze, as if embarrassed, and it's so adorable Ivar feels like his heart is melting. "I'd rather stay here with you, if you don't mind."

Oh, he doesn't. He doesn't mind at all. The truth is, there's a fucking firework inside of him, and he barely contains the screams of happiness that threaten to escape his lips. "That's okay, you can stay," he says instead, his fidgeting fingers dancing on his lap.

Over the next hour or so, the conversation flows easily as you speak about Karasjok, the small town where you live, telling him about your mother's people, the Sami, their culture and customs.

Ivar shares with you bits and pieces of his life too, speaking about his passion for the Viking culture and about his belief in the ancient gods. The night, his night, is full of your laughs, full of your smiles, full of you. He wants it to never end.

He's still trying to figure out if you know who he is, if you remember meeting him once when you rise to your feet, almost bouncing with enthusiasm. "Walk with me, will you?"

He's about to break the truth about his inability to walk when he remembers that actually, thanks to Floki, he can. His eyes never leave yours as he grabs his cane with a little bit of self-consciousness, wincing as he stands up, but he can't see disgust, contempt, or disappointment on your face and your smile doesn't falter as you delicately slip your hand under his free arm, curling your fingers back over it. Shaken by your sudden proximity, Ivar feels goosebumps rising on his skin.

"It's such a lovely night and I'm so happy spending it with you."

Your words leave him speechless as you lead him close to the water. A bunch of guys can be seen in the distance and Ivar is pretty sure his brothers are among them. He can feel their heavy stares on him and doesn't need to hear them to know what they're saying. "Who's this dude? Do we know him?" Standing tall, with his braided hair and a blue suit, he knows he doesn't look like himself. Yet, as he locks eyes with Hvitserk for a second, he'd sworn he sees a hint of recognition crossing his brother's face. And as the latter gives him a thumbs up, he knows his mind is not playing tricks with him.

"Oh, I love this song!" You clap your hands twice before shrugging shyly. "Let's dance, please!"

Ivar's heart breaks. Scared out of his wits, he swallows hard, his breathing uneven. "I... I can't." It's a painful admission, and he wishes the ground would just swallow him up.

He realizes you pay no mind to his defeated tone, though, as you grab his cane, leaning it against a nearby tree. "We'll go slow, I promise."

Almost in spite of himself, he places his hands on your hips as you wrap your arms around his neck. Gently – cautiously – swaying to the music, Ivar leans in close and, inhaling deeply your delightful scent, he feels like he's going to spontaneously combust. Your head resting on his chest, he's sure you can hear his frantic, pounding heartbeat. But he can't bring himself to care, not when you're finally exactly where he wants you to be. In his arms.

That's why he doesn't hear the first beep, or if he does, he doesn't pay any attention, entranced by your beauty, your kindness and the mesmerizing color of your eyes.

But when you stop dancing, your eyebrows raised, "What's that beeping noise? It doesn't stop," he hears it too, cold sweats washing over him as panic courses through his body.

"I... I must... I must go," he stammers, and honestly he's about to throw up. He can't think, can't speak. All he knows is that he doesn't want you seeing him crawling around. He won't allow it. He can't.

Fuck.

That's why he leaves. He just strolls off. He doesn't see the appalled look you're giving him, doesn’t' realize he's leaving his black cane behind, doesn't hear the despair in your tone as you shout, "wait, please! I don't even know your name!"

He has only taken a few steps when crocodile tears run down his cheeks, blurring his sight. It hurts so much he could scream, and he can barely breathe as the realization starts to sink in. Who was he trying to fool? Sigurd had been right all along. No matter the exoskeleton, no matter the genius of his godfather, he's still a freak. A monster. An abnormality.

He doesn't belong. He's not worthy.

Fuck.

His heart shatters in a thousand pieces.

Fuck.

Y/N.

Fuck.

🛡⚔️🛡

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[watchmegetobsessed]

The art and the artist - Harry Styles

the devil works hard, but im working harder lmao! this bts vid got me whipped and ended up writing this little something. enjoy! also, i did not proofread this so... mi scusi!

word count: ~1.5k

masterlist

gif by @stylesinthewild​ !

The warm Italian sun is beaming through the floor to ceiling windows, gently caressing Harry’s bare shoulders and his face that’s squished into the pillow. Gentle fingers are running up his spine, the feather-like touch slowly bringing him back into reality from his slumber, but he keeps his eyes shut, humming to himself at the sensation of those delicate fingertips running all the way up to his neck, they draw around the curl of his ear before moving over to his cheekbones, through his nose, down to his perfectly shaped, pink lips that slowly pull into a lazy smirk.

“Morning, Sunshine,” you whisper with a sweet smile tugging on your lips and when his eyes flutter open and his green irises meet yours, his heart skips a beat.

You’re lying next to him, on your side, still naked after the passionate love making from the previous night. The covers only run up to your navel, leaving your chest exposed to his greedy morning eyes.

It’s a view he can easily get used to wake up to every morning, your slightly puffy eyes from the sleep, the bright smile on your oh so kissable lips and your smooth skin, just screaming to be touched everywhere and he can’t wait to roam your body like it’s the first time he gets to feel you up. It’s not, he has explored your body over a million times, he knows every little freckle and wrinkle, probably more than you do, but he can never grow tired to love on you every given opportunity.

Pushing himself closer he steals a lingering kiss before letting his head fall back into the pillow, his green orbs staring into your eyes so intently, it feels like he is reading your soul.

“What do you feel like doing today?”

It’s the third day of your week-long vacation with him, your little getaway from everyone and everything, just the two of you in a magical Italian village in a hidden villa near the crystal clear ocean. You’ve been exploring the place since your arrival, wanting to see every tiny sight the village has to over you, but there’s only so much to see. Today brought the chance to slow down a little and take a breath, relax and unwind.

“We haven’t even used our pool yet,” he states matter-of-factly and you nod into the pillow, turning to your stomach and resting your head on your hands. Harry’s eyes wonder down your body, his gaze lingering over the curve of the side of your breasts as they are now pressed against the mattress, the lines of your ribs, the small daisy tattoo just under the line where your bra usually rests, the valley of your waist and then the delicious looking curve of your behind under the sheets. He drinks in every tiny detail of you, putting it away into the corner of his mind that’s entirely dedicated to his love for you.

“Pool day it is then,” you smile at him, having nothing against his suggestion.

Following a nice breakfast you put some sunscreen on Harry’s shoulders before he does the same for you, paying extra attention to the little freckles on your shoulders, even kissing them once he is done. You’re wearing a simple, baby blue bikini while Harry has his swimming trunks and an oversized, white shirt on. It swallows his frame, making him look a lot smaller than he is, his chest hair peeking out as he has only a few buttons done.

Both of you are feeling a little too full from breakfast to jump right into the water, so you opt to relax a little on the sunbeds besides the pool, you bring your book out with you in hopes to read a few chapters. Harry’s eyes are looking around the secluded backyard of the villa, eyeing all the different kinds of tropical plants in huge, ceramic pots sitting along the tall fence. Then his gaze stops on something and you see him moving from the corner of your eyes. You quickly finish the line you are reading and look up to see what your boyfriend is up to, finding him staring down at you with a hat on his head that’s filled with all kinds of flowers and dried plants and some glorious looking peacock feathers sticking out from the back. It’s more like an artistic peace rather than something you’d wear on the street, but Harry can surely pull it off, like anything else in fashion. You often think that he was born to own whatever fashion has to offer to one, there’s never been one think he couldn’t make look flawless and breathtaking.

His baggy shirt is hanging on his muscular frame, the sleeves covering his hands as he sits on the rocks around the plants at the end of the backyard, the endless, blue ocean running behind him along the horizon.

“Looking fabulous,” you smirk at him and he smiles back, tilting his head up a little so you can adore his perfect side profile as well.

“Try it on,” he tells you taking the hat off and holding out for you. Putting your book aside you stand from the sunbed and walk over to him, taking the hat and placing it on your head. It makes your hair stick to your head and you wonder how you look as Harry stares back at you with an amazed smile.

“You always tell me how good I make clothes look, but Love, you need to see yourself sometimes. You look absolutely stunning,” he praises, his bright eyes taking in the sight of you in front of him, in just your bikini and this fantastic hat. “I love this fit,” he adds smirking at you.

“Yeah? Is there anything that would make it even better?” you question with a raised eyebrow. You watch him look you up and down, taking his time to take in what he sees before he shakes his head no.

“No, it’s perfect.”

“I have a version I think you’d like,” you smirk at him playfully, his eyes meeting yours as he is trying to figure out what you have in mind.

“Yeah?”

“Mhm,” you nod, bringing your hands up to your neck and easily untying your bikini behind your neck then back, letting the top fall to the tiled ground in a heartbeat, Harry’s lips parting at the sight of your almost fully naked body. “What about now?” you tease, bringing your hands over your stomach, slowly making their way up over your breasts, cupping them slightly before they stop at the nape of your neck, your arms covering your hardening nipples from his greedy eyes.

“You’re right. It’s way better,” he breathes out, lust lacing through his raspy voice and you can tell he is getting excited as a bulge is starting to form in his swimming trunks.

“Yeah? And what about…” Your hands slide down to the sides of your bikini bottoms, hooking your thumbs into it and slowly pushing it down, the fabric gliding over your butt until you let go of it and let it fall to the ground, joining the top. “What about this?” you innocently ask, standing completely naked in front of him, his eyes devouring you, burning down on your body as he is thinking about how he should grab a canvas and paint your beauty right now, preserving this moment forever.

He is fascinated by how the Sun is gleaming on your skin, your hair carelessly falling to your shoulders and that confident, wicked smile on your lips is making him feel things only you can bring to him. Licking his lips he nods in approval before his eyes move up to meet yours again after the wonderful trip they did on your body.

“You are art, Love,” he tells you, making your heart flutter in your very naked chest. You breathe out biting into your bottom lip before you take the hat off and throw it in his way that he easily catches.

Turning around you step to the edge of the pool, but you look back at him over your shoulder.

“Come be an artist then, and claim your art,” you tell him with a challenging smile before you jump into the cool water, the glistening blues swallowing your naked form from Harry’s needy eyes.

When you come back up, you only see the hat sitting on the ground and his abandoned white shirt next to it, the water wavering not only around you, but at a spot near the edge where you jumped in.

A few seconds later Harry’s head emits from the water just inches away from you, his hands quickly finding their way around your waist as he pulls you against him, fingers digging into your soft skin.

He smirks down at you, blinking a few times to get the water out of his eyes before he speaks up.

“I fucking love Italy.”

[dumbgothbunny]

Give it all to Me (Subaru x Reader)

TWs under the cut (NSFW)

TWs: NSFW (obviously), Sex at school, Subaru bein Subaru

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“S-Subaru-Kun”

His name rolls from your tongue in an airy purr, the pad of his index finger just barley touching where you need him. Your captor has you right where he wants you, bare back pressed against his chest, shoulders bitten and bruised by his fangs. Your legs are spread eagle, the fabric of your uniform skirt bunched up to your waist. He noses at your exposed nape, fangs ghosting over sensitive flesh. One of his strong arms is wrapped securely around your stomach, the other resting on your thigh. His long fingers roam the valley between your parted legs. Outside you hear students chatting as they pass by, completely unaware of the events taking place just behind the door. Your head lulls to the side, hair falling over your shoulders to expose the rest of your flesh. Subaru takes his time, his nose and lips trailing across the expanse of your neck, only stopping to suck against the faded love bites his siblings had left upon your skin, overriding the yellowing bruises with new, intense purple ones. Your lips part as you cry out for him, your breaths hot and needy. You’d become a slave to their every desire, giving in to each one of them almost too easily.

“Ayatos been spoutin’ all this crap about being your first everythin’ ya know?”

His voice is a raspy whisper. His fingers move across the cotton of your panties, pressing into your throbbing hole through the fabric. Your legs, despite already being parted, attempt to widen even more, your body desperate for his touch. Subaru’s fingertips press further against your panties, teasing your eager body.

“I know its all bullshit. Your taste hasn’t changed at all.”

You attempt to choke back a whimper by biting your lip but it doesn’t help, the noise that escapes you is utterly deplorable. He strokes his fingers upward, playing with the elastic band of your panties briefly before sliding his digits downward. You relish in the sensation of his cool fingers gliding across such hot skin. Subaru chuckles when you rock your hips into his hand, desperate to feel him inside of you.

“Ya really are a disgusting woman. Just lettin them take advantage of ya whenever they want. Che…”

Despite his words he also has taken advantage of you. In fact, more so than the others. Toying with you has become his new method of blowing off steam  the past few weeks.

“I’m surprised none of ‘em have fucked you yet. Especially with that Teary little face you make while being violated…fuck.”

You wiggle against his fingers, each word cascading over your skin as he speaks. Your flesh feels like it’s on fire, pleasure and need twisting in your stomach. His fingers feel so good, twisting and scissoring at your spongy insides. Lips part, your body arching against his chest. Your arm reaches back for him, fingers tangling in his snowy hair. You’ve become a complete slut for them, a toy to be passed around and played with. These brothers were merciless in their teasing. Maybe they’d wanted to break you, to bend them to their will before devouring you entirely? They all made you feel good, but Subaru was different. You didn’t comply with what he did to you simply because it made you feel good. There was something else…

“Su…baru…”

Your inner thighs are coated with slick, three of his fingers probing deep in your quivering heat. He’d never let you cum, only tease you until you cried for him. The way you sigh his name, voice thick and dripping with pleasure, frustrates him more than anything. Subaru removes his fingers, each digit soaked with your juices down to the knuckle.

“How do ya think they’d feel… if I took you away from them?”

The vampire pushes you forward. You fall over like a rag doll, chest pressing into the dusty hardwood flooring. From this angle he can see everything. The hem of your skirt is flipped upward, exposing the soft mounds of your ass. There are two distinct bite marks marring the usually flawless flesh. Subaru grunts in annoyance.

“Even here…. Who was it? Eh? Ayato? Or that Pervert Laito?”

You whimper, the toes of your shoes pressing into the floor so that you can balance yourself better.

“R-Reiji-San…”

“Che. That closet perv. Fucking disgustin. Did you like it?”

When you shake your head no, Subaru scoffs. His palm gently rubs at the wound, the scarred flesh scraping against his skin.

You aren’t prepared to feel his own fangs break through your skin, reopening the barley healed scabs. This feels different than before with Reiji, however. The vampire drawls his tongue along your heated flesh, lapping at the delicious blood pooling to the surface. You moan, pushing your toes into the floor, pressing your ass right against his lips. He indulges in you briefly, unlatching from you with a satisfied smack of his lips. Subaru peers down at you with intense eyes, the blood on his lips smeared across his cheek. You’re tempting him with that tearful expression, your legs quivering as they hold your body in place, baring it all to him. You’ve made a mess of the wood below you, the juices soaking through your tasteless panties to pool below. It’s been two months since this has started, but he’s never seen you so ready. Despite being unwilling to admit his feelings for you, his body knows what it wants. You’re his prey, your sweet blood belongs to him alone. It’s about time he stopped playing games and let his Brothers know just who you belonged to.

“P-please… Subaru-Kun”

He closes his eyes, nostrils flaring. He wants to ruin you for anyone but him. To make you his in body and mind. You’re begging for it- but can he? The little bit of doubt torments him.

“There’s no going back after this-“

He curses his softer side, his own cheeks burning with embarrassment.

“You’ll be mine and only mine. If anyone tries to fuckin touch you I’ll kill them”

His words make you shiver. Your trembling fingers press against your soaked panties, pushing them to the side, blessing him the perfect view of your swollen, pulsating opening.

“P-please…. Subaru-Kun… that’s okay b-because… I love you…”

His eyes widen, warmth radiating in his chest. The feeling angers him almost as much as it pleases him. The vampire licks his lips, watching as your fingertips become slick from your own juices.

“Che… you say these fuckin’ crazy things…”

Subaru’s voice is shaking with anger and frustration, his fingers trembling as he pushes the trousers of his uniform down over his hips.

“You’re gonna take responsibility- “

His fingers tangle in your hair, pushing your face down against the wooden panels under you. The bell rings over the intercom, signaling the start of another missed class.

“If any of them fuckin touch you after this…”

Your lips part, a loud mewl ringing in his ears as he slides into your body, fully taking you as his. Subaru grits his teeth, cursing as your body tightens around him. Your insides feel like liquid velvet, pushing and sucking against his cock. The sensation makes his head spin.

“Sh-Shit”

He falls forward, pressing himself hard against your back, sandwiching you between the hard ground and himself. It feels amazing- the stinging ache between your legs accompanied by blinding pleasure. Your body makes lewd noises as he thrusts his hips into you, not bothering to start with a slow pace.

“I’ll make your body remember who it belongs to…che…. Will stretch your insides to my shape-!”

Subaru’s breathless growls cause the knots in your stomach to tighten. You’ve never heard him sound so unhinged, not even during his many tantrums. His fingers grip your thigh, jerking it to the side. Your leg rests on his shoulder, your entire body twisted to the side. He grunts, intense gaze fixated on you. You look helpless, your eyes glazed over with lust, drool dripping from your lips. Each merciless thrust of his hips knocks the wind right out of you. One of your breasts has popped free from the lacy cup of your bra, the nipple swollen and hard. He wants to memorize this, memorize the way you come undone for him.

“F-Fuckin slut…”

You attempt to muffle your sob with the back of your hand, but it doesn’t work.

“Ehh? Did you hear something?”

The muffled voices outside the door barely register in your mind, Subaru has completely overtaken every thought. Another, louder whine bubbles up in your chest.

“A-Ah!? Let’s get back to class!”

Subaru chuckles as footsteps quickly lead away from the storage closet. He leans forward, bending your leg back. This allows him to fuck you deeper.

“They heard you, (Y/N)”

The tone of his voice is low, lust thick in his voice. Tears roll down your cheeks.

“Fuckin’ in the school closet…. Ya can’t put up that goody two-shoes act anymore”

Your eyes close, more tears escaping. Subaru was right, you definitely were no longer a saint. His hands grip onto your thighs, hips drilling into your cunt at a bruising pace. The pleasure is making your head spin, consuming you completely. Your fingers press against the floor, using them to gain some sort of leverage, you push your hips against his own, meeting each of his hard thrusts with your own. The ringing in your ears grows more intense, heat radiating through every nerve ending.

“S-Subaru-Kunnnn~”

You say his name like a desperate prayer, your muscles tensing around his cock. He curses through gritted teeth, nails digging into your supple flesh. Your hips wiggle against him frantically, desperate for more. He watches as you gyrate against him, pink, swollen lips engulfing him down to the hilt. You cry out for him again, this time louder than the first. Your leg arches, eyes rolling back. Subaru fucks you through your orgasm, too engulfed in pleasure to care that you’d made a mess of his trousers. Fluids trickle down your thighs, pooling beside you on the floor. He hadn’t counted on you being a squirter, but he definitely wasn’t upset. The vampire waits for you to fall limp before dragging your body onto his lap, not once letting your bodies break contact. You’re still quivering around him. Subaru takes a firm grip of your hips, his own thrusting up into your slick heat. Each thrust earns him a weak gasp or exhausted sigh of pleasure. Your fingers have tangled in his hair, weakly stroking against his scalp. The vampire shudders, closing his eyes and basking in the feeling of your fluttering insides. This pace is much sweeter than before, as if he knows your body can’t take anymore. His thrusts gradually become sloppy, his fingers gripping tighter and tighter against your skin. Subaru holds you tightly as he cums, burying his face into the crook of your neck. You’re fingers fall from his hair, moving to grip at his shirt. The two of you stay connected for a moment, the vampire slowly regaining his composure. He slips out of you without a word, standing and adjusting himself in his pants. You’re completely wrecked, your skirt and underwear ruined. There’s a lazy look in your eyes, as if you can’t bring yourself to focus. The vampire scoffs, picking you up and throwing you over his shoulder effortlessly. While the thought of leaving you here to wonder the school crosses his mind, he decides against it.

By the time he lands on the steps of the balcony you’re already snoozing, clinging against him like a child. Subaru kicks in the door to his room, lifting the lid of his coffin with his foot. You mutter his name in your sleep, refusing to let go of his blazer when he tries to lay you down.

“Che…. Troublesome. Oi! Let me go!”

However, you don’t pay him any mind. His cheeks heat up, frustration bubbling in his chest. Why’d you have to be so damn cute? Subaru carefully toes off his shoes, kicking them off before settling down in the coffin. He doesn’t bother closing the lid, not that he could anyway, Your body is draped over him making it almost impossible to move. The vampire closes his eyes, a smile tugging at his lips.

When he wakes up he’ll have to make it clear to his siblings that you’re his.

[soobfairie]

addiction (l.jn)

req; “Hi there, can I request a smut scenario with Jeno?? Make it hot, romantic or whatever you want .”

pairing; idol ! jeno x idol ! reader (reader is a female)

genre; smut with some fluff

synopsis; you and jeno keep your relationship a secret to avoid backlash from your companies and fans; but keeping himself away only makes him want you more.

warnings; sexual content, explicit language, semi-public sex, unprotected sex, slight rough sex(?).

notes; since this is my first smut I decided to keep it fairly short, but if you'd like me to continue this scenario let me know :))

Small beads of sweat rolled down your forehead with small huffs of air escaping your mouth as you caught your breath. Your legs trembled slightly with the familiar feeling of your muscles tensing.

Jeno couldn’t help but stare at you in awe, a smile making its way onto his face while his claps were drowned out by the rest of the crowds’ cheers and applause. Your performance was flawless as always, but he didn’t expect anything less coming from you.

You were perfect.

As if your beauty and grace weren’t enough to stop a crowd, you were fiendishly talented, fierce and precise; everything that piqued his interests. What really got his heart racing was your dedication, your gigantic heart and how well the two of you got along. To the world, you were amazing, perfect even. To Jeno, you were so much more than that. You were beyond amazing, beyond perfect. Sometimes he wondered if you were even real. 

A shaky moan was released, vibrating against Jeno’s hand as he pounded into you from behind. Your knuckles turned white in contrast to the grey dressing room table you were currently bent over, gripping the edges as if your life depended on it. The sound of skin slapping, muffled moaning and the table scraping against the marble floor and banging into the thin drywall could have been heard anywhere by anyone. Though, neither of you cared.

“J-Jeno,” your voice barely came out as a whisper, “I’m gonna cum.”

Slender fingers ghosting over your clit began to rub rapid circles, the hand once covering your mouth now sliding down to wrap around your waist and pull you into his clothed chest.

With a low grunt, he watched himself thrust harshly into your dripping cunt through the steamy reflection of the mirror. Jeno eyed the way your face scrunched in pleasure, moaning into your ear after feeling you clench around him.

“Cum for me, baby.” he mumbled, hips faltering and sensing his release. “Shit, you feel so good.”

Sinking your teeth into your bottom lip, your eyes rolled to the back of your head upon feeling the knot in your stomach break free. Unclenching your fist from the table, you opted to shove your face into your elbow, struggling to silence your moans and feeling your legs give out. 

"Fuck!" Jeno hissed, thrusting into you to chase his high before coming to a sloppy halt. He moaned against your shoulder with his body going limp, pressing you further into the table with his hot breath cooling your heated skin.

The once neat and tidy room had been littered with your clothing; the table was no longer pressed against the wall, scratch marks carved the smooth floor, along with drops of Jeno's seed pooling beneath you as it driped from your drenched hole.

You tiredly propped yourself, whimpering upon feeling your boyfriend's soft manhood slip out of your sore, aching pussy. A shiver went up both your spines at the sensation. Turning around to lean against the now damp surface, pushing it back in place in the process, you smiled at him and pressed your foreheads together.

"Baby?" You teased, pecking his lips. "That's new." pulling away, you combed his sweat covered bangs back with your fingers.

Eyes turning up into crescents, Jeno smiled back and leaned down for another kiss. Your lips molding together perfectly, like you two were made for each other.

"It would happen a lot more if we didn't have to hide anything." He mumbled while trailing small pecks down to your hickey-covered collarbone.

Sighing at the gentle feeling, you leaned into his touch. "You know we can't go public," you warned. "I want more than anything for us to be able to do normal things without sneaking around. But, I can't risk your career over me."

As sad as it was to admit, you were right. It became exhausting coming up with new ways to keep seeing each other. Waiting every couple of months to see each other at award shows wasn't enough, not to mention the amount of time preparing and promoting for comebacks filling up both your schedules.

But you two always made it work. Of course, sneaking out for late night dates and longing love making sessions wasn't ideal, but the both of you agreed it was the best option to keep your careers and each other safe.

Jeno hummed in response, not wanting to dwell on the only burden of your relationship. He kissed his way back to your lips, pulling you closer and holding you with such care.

Even though Jeno didn't get to show you off to the world as his lover, he still felt like the luckiest man alive. To be able to have you with him, this close, in this state, he wouldn't dream of anything else.

[mizu-writes-kumo]

Ever seen outlander. Even if you don't, the synopsis of it makes such a great au. Wish their was more au with the outlander idea

I have actually seen like six episodes of Outlander from the first season and never watched it passed that. But I do know the premise of the show. And it would be a great AU.

This ask like immediately made me think of a kind of Omegaverse!Medic!Lance Shance AU.

Where Lance was a medic in a huge war, and once it's over his partner finally takes him on like an official honeymoon. (Cause they had a quick war time wedding and kind of had split to go to different places and positions in the war). Only things aren't super great on said honeymoon, cause the two had been apart of so long, and they find they don't completely get along, and want to do like different things. Then one morning he goes for a walk into the nature tails and hills of the little down, wanting to explore the beauty of the area they are in. On this walk, Lance finds huge rocks in a sort of circle formation, and wanders in cause it looks cool, and then gets this over whelming desire to touch them. He is hit with an odd sensation, but doesn't really think of it.

Unknown to him, he had been teleported back in time. Something he doesn't realize until he is wondering to through complete fields trying to find the town he was in, but he can't. Even though he is pretty sure he followed the right path, but like still no town and now he's lost. Until some people ride up to him on horseback, dressed in what he can clearly tell is like really dated looking clothes. And they are seemingly just as confused by his appearance as he is but theirs. But the people seem are decent enough to take him back to their place when he claims he's lost (even though they have no clue what town he is claiming to look for). And he's confused cause the people keep calling the places something different, and then drag him to a castle.

Where everyone is simply amazed by him. Cause like his clothes are odd, he talks a bit odd, his skin is flawless and unblemished for age, and he's pretty head strong for an Omega. Lance goes with everything, even though he has started to realize he somehow traveled back in time but he can't figure out why or how. But he manages to work his way into the good graces of the ruler of the castle, cause he managed to help with an aliment they had.

Eventually he meets Shiro, an Alpha put in charge of like...guarding him (and making sure Lance doesn't try and escape). Lance puzzles Shiro a lot, and he does actually like him.

And at some point they have to get married, to protect Lance from the an ancestor of his mate from his original time, who looks a lot like them, and a complete asshole. And they fall in love.

I don't know, I haven't watched Outlander in like seven years, this is what I remembered of what I watched.

[harrywritingsbyme]

Sore

Based Off Of This Ask

I love love love this concept and I had to write a lil something on it! So here's a lil dose of some black!Y/n for ya✨❤️...Enjoy🙃

You just got your hair done. You’d spent your entire day yesterday sitting in a chair getting your hair braided. Row after row your hair was individually and tightly wound and until your entire head was finally done. And to say it took an extremely long time would be a complete understatement. Since Harry had to start his day a bit early, he offered to drop you off to your stylist on the way to his first task of the day. Now even though you were able to make it on time for your appointment at 10 am, you didn’t leave until 7 pm. In that 9 hour timeframe, Harry was able to go to the meeting he had scheduled for the day, he was able to finalize some songs that weren’t completely done in the studio, and he was able to get home and start on some chores that needed to get done before you called. Meanwhile you were glued to your chair all day long; with a couple breaks here and there of course. And once you did finally call though, it was pretty late and you were completely exhausted and very hungry. You’d gotten enough rest the night before and you picked up some snacks before going into your appointment, but 9 hours was a really long time. And by the time you were 100% done, those snacks had already been demolished and you were in desperate need of some sleep. So when you plopped into the passenger seat next to Harry once he arrived to pick you up, you were very much conflicted on whether or not you wanted to eat right then and there, or pass out and worry about food in the morning. The struggle was and is very real. 

Now even though you were glued to that damn chair all day, and you grew extremely tired and hungry, it was definitely worth it. Your  stylist killed it (per usual) and you hair was absolutely flawless. You were absolutely in love with it. Your braids turned out exactly how you wanted and you were beyond happy with them. The only problem with the perfection, and precision, is that your scalp was pretty sore and sensitive. Whenever you got your braids done, your scalp was always left feeling a bit sore and beyond sensitive. Even the slightest tug or touch could set you off into a slew of winces. You wouldn’t exactly classify yourself as tender headed, but you can say that your stylist really made sure to grip your hair. And this wasn’t event the tightest she could go. Now you thought that the food Harry got you on the way home would take care of your mounting headache. But once you finished eating and you were finally getting yourself ready for bed, you realized that the headache wasn’t going anywhere without a little help. So once you change into some comfier clothes, aka Harry’s t-shirt and a pair of panties, you grab the bottle of aspirin in the bathroom and you pop two of the pills out and into your hand before heading back into the bedroom. Now before you steal some of Harry’s water to swallow the pills, you sit them down and slowly put your bonnet on your head. Again, even the slightest movement to your braids could make your scalp sting. After slowly sliding the bonnet onto your head, you quickly take the pain relievers and crawl over Harry onto your side of the bed. And to take even more precautions to reduce any type of stinging or pain, you carefully rest your head against your pillow before getting nice and comfortable. Harry then reaches over to turn the light out, and he comes in to cuddle you.

“Want a forehead massage.” He asks, bringing his hand up to wiggle them in your face.

“Please?” You pout towards him through the darkness.

“Of course baby.” Harry replies softly, bringing his head up to your forehead. As soon as his fingers touch your skin, you can just feel the ache melting away. The way he’s putting a little pressure on you while using circular motions to diffuse the ache was so good.

“Feels nice.” You hum, completely melting into Harry and the sheets. It felt so good that not too long after Harry began, you were fast asleep. And in Harry’s book, that was a win. Before either of you knew it, you were passed right out. You were finally getting the rest you were in dire need of. Harry’s little massage was the perfect way to ease you right into your much awaited sleep. 

Now let’s fast forward to today, the very next day after getting your hair done. Your head wasn’t as sore as the night before but it wasn’t completely insensitive. Your headache was gone, and simply having your braids move around as you walked wasn’t as bad as it was last night. But if anything else were to be inflicted on your head, you’d be wincing and groaning at how your head was hurting.

For example, you were sucking Harry off. You couldn’t readily explain why and exactly how you ended up kneeling between Harry’s legs on the bed in the middle of the day, but you were. Everything you two did ended up in some type of sex. And you weren’t mad at it at all. 

As you took his cock back and forth, in and out of your mouth, Harry was just lying there and taking it all in. The way you drenched his cock with your mouth and languidly, yet swiftly sucked on him was something that Harry’d never experienced. You were sucking the life out of him and it felt absolutely amazing. 

“Fuck Y/n!” Harry groans out to you loudly, feeling the tip of your tongue swirling around the lower edge of his head. While you do this, you continue to squeeze and tug at his girthy and glistening shaft. Through the wet sounds of you slobbering all over his cock, you loved listening to Harry’s moans and whines out to you. Hearing how good you felt around him, whether it be your mouth or pussy always made you (and your pussy) very happy. You liked knowing that you were the one, and only one, who could fully pleasure Harry. You then shift your focus away from the swollen head of his cock and to the rest of him. Keeping your mouth wrapped around him, you begin to slowly take his cock in it’s entirety into your mouth. As your mouth sinks down his shaft and he can feel your throat closing in on him, Harry just about loses it. He felt like he could cum any second from the way you were taking care of him. When you successfully take all of him, you manage to hold him right there for a few seconds before pulling your mouth back up. But as you’re coming back up, you quickly push your mouth back down to he base of his cock. You made sure that your mouth/throat was completely filled with his cock. Your head was so far down that your nose was brushing against the hairs surrounding his cock. 

That did it for Harry. The way you quickly shoved your mouth back down onto him, buried your nose into the area surrounding his cock, gagged at how big he was as he was lodged between the walls of your throat, and squeezed at his balls was enough to drive him insane. And it did do that for sure. What you did sent Harry right over the edge. In a split second Harry was releasing all of his cum down your throat while he had ha hand wound into your hair. Yes, Harry has his hand tightly wrapped around your hair that was still a bit sore from the day before. Immediately after you feel the stinging sensation from his tugs and tight grip, you move up to pull your mouth up from his cock completely. 

“Ow babe.” You wince while trying to catch your breath. You then pull your head away from his grip so that he could get the message to let go.

“Did I pull too hard?!” Harry asks concernedly, quickly snapping up from his release to focus on what was going on with you. 

“No, you pulling is completely fine. I love when you normally do it. It’s just that my head is still a bit sore from getting my hair done yesterday.” You explain to him with a little huff before bringing your head back down to lick up any leftover cum that was on his cock.

“M’sorry baby, can I eat you out t’make it up to you?” Harry offers pitifully. There was a lot to take in at this point. Like he felt bad for not taking your braids into consideration, but those feelings were quickly being overshadowed by the feelings of your tongue daintily licking up any of his remaining cum that didn’t flow down your throat. 

“M’kay.” You agree to him once you’ve licked up and swallowed every last drop of his cum. 

“Switch with me baby.” Harry instructs, lifting himself up from the bed to move where you are. You quickly lift yourself up from between his legs and crawl up tp where he once was. After you both have switched positions, Harry wastes zero time pulling your shorts along with your panties down and off of you body. “Well don’t you have the prettiest pussy.” Harry admires, taking in the darker, and very sticky area between your legs. Sucking his cock was just one of the things that could always flood your panties. You just loved it. “Can’t wait t’dig in.” He continues, bringing his hand up to push your outer lips apart to get a better look at you. By doing this he could see just how wet you were for him and seeing that didn’t stop a shock from going straight down to his cock. “Oh and another thing. You can pull as hard as you want.” Harry announces up to you, sending you a little wink and a smirk before bringing his mouth in. And once he does, you become a complete mess. He completely buries his head between your legs and goes to town on you. You could feel his tongue lapping all of your juices up and circling around your entrance. It felt so good to have his mouth on you like this that your legs were constantly trying to snap shut around his head. You were doing this so much that Harry had to wrap his arms around your thighs and pin your legs to the bed so that you wouldn’t try to close them around his head. 

“Oh my god Harry!” You shout to him through a series of moans. Since his arms were wrapped underneath your thighs, Harry had enough wiggle room to bring his hand down you your pussy and spread you wide for him. By doing this, Harry was able to get every last part of you with his tongue. To say that it felt so good to have his tongue licking into he most sensitive parts of you, and even attempting to fuck you and his his tongue into your hole would be a complete understatement. All you could do was moan loudly, thrash your hips up and down with his mouth, and pull on his hair. Your fingers were tightly wound in Harry’s curls and he absolutely loved it. He always got a little kick out of you pulling on his hair. To him it was verification that he was doing everything right and pleasuring you beyond belief. 

As he continues to lick and suck and make an utter mess out of you, you can feel a warm knot forming in the pit of your stomach. The longer he continued to harshly suck and lick into you, the quicker your release sped towards you. Now even though you were the one obviously being pleasured, Harry also managed to take care of himself a little. Everything from the way you tasted and smelled to the way you cried out to him in pleasure, even to the little bit of hair that was beginning to grow and curl down there was effecting him. He couldn’t get enough of you and neither could his cock. As he devoured your cunt, Harry was messily rutting his cock into the bed. Since he himself came not too long ago, his cock was still pretty sensitive. Add onto that the fact that your pussy was to die for and you were clinging onto his hair for dear life while he ate you, and Harry was a goner. 

When he feels your little entrance begin to contract around his tongue, Harry begins to move his tongue around you even faster and he also begins to suck harder. He then gives you a couple more deep licks before focusing his attention onto your clit and the sensitive outer edges of your pussy. He uses the tip of his tongue to lick the outer part of you from top to bottom before focusing on your clit. When he sucks on your clit, he makes sure to moan louder so that the vibrations could really hit you and push you even closer to the edge of your release. He also uses one of his thumbs to pull back the hood of your clit to get even more access to the oh so sensitive bundle of nerves. When he does this, you lose it. 

“Oh my- fuck! M’gonna cum!” You rush out, feeling the once budding fire in the pit of your stomach overcome you. To make it even better, Harry uses his free hand to put a bit of pressure on your burning lower stomach to intensify your release.

As you came in his mouth, Harry’s head was spinning. He loved making you cum hard and feel amazing. And being up close with your pussy like this as you came only make his head spin even more. All he wanted to do now was keep on pleasuring you.

Once you’re completely done riding the wave of your release, Harry unhooks his arms from around you thighs and he rests his head on one of them to stay in between your legs.

“Am I forgiven baby?” Harry mumbles up to you.

“More than forgiven after that.” You hum delightedly through your labored breaths, still feeling the tingles and aftershocks from the release you just had.

“Wanna play some more.” Harry begins, bringing a hand to your pussy and squeezing the outer flesh. “Wanna be inside, can I?” Harry questions further, keeping his eyes on the supple flesh that was between his forefinger and thumb. Simply looking at it made Harry just want to take a bite out of you. He was addicted.

“Mm yes please!” You readily comply, looking forward to what he was planning on doing to you.

Forget the stuff you two had to get done around the house, this was going to be way more fun. And by the looks of it, you had a feeling that you wouldn’t be needing an aspirin just for your head. 

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[mintbaby1012]

Jisung ♥︎ First Sight

You go to a bar and meet a handsome strager. Is it love or lust at first sight ?

Word Count: 2589

Warning: SMUT, uhhh impatience, dirty talk

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The handsome stranger gazing at me from across the bar seemed to be what I'd label a 'lust at first sight.'

I'd never been one to ever believe in such nonsense as love at first sight. I hated the prospect of it. The thought of falling in love with someone simply by looking at them seemed entirely delusional. People that preach 'you should never judge a book by it's cover' and then also believe in love at first sight are contradicting themselves completely.

It's ironic. Love at first sight is nothing more than finding a pretty face. How are you to know that handsome stranger isn't a stalking lunatic, or an uptight snob.

You may get a few days into the relationship and realise this handsome stranger is actually the opposite to what you want, and then a week in and you're already screaming in each others faces, but lust at first sight? Now that seems a little more realistic.

You find a pretty face, get too aroused to care, have a one night stand and then goodbye sir. It's as simple as that. No love, no strings, no attachments. Just a pretty face, and a hell of a night

I knew this stranger under the name Han Jisung. He was a music major in my university and lived in a dorm house with eight others he'd formed a dance and performance group with. They liked to call themselves Stray Kids.

I didn't really know the reasoning behind it, or anything in particular about him to be honest. Though none of that mattered, he was giving me the eyes.

There was no way in hell I was about to turn away when my friend had already abandoned me to go and make some memories with Jackson Wang in his room across campus.

Swiftly, the bottom of my dress brushed against my legs as I walk over to the man with lingering eyes. He smirks, coming forward to meet me halfway. He looks so flawless as he moves, like he's the centre of attention.

His lips curl when he's close enough to speak to me, "Hi. Y/N right?"

"Right." I confirmed, nodding my head before raising my glass to let the toxic liquid coat my tongue. He watched me closely as my lips move around the glass, and pout before drawing the glass away.

He seemed intrigued I thought. Leaning forward, he let his mouth move next to my ear, which made me shiver. They teased my lobe as his warm breath tickled the skin. "Do you want to dance?"

I didn't say anything, instead, I placed my glass on the nearest table and allowed my hand to be filled with his. It sparked like fireworks and electric in my bones.

Moments later, he pulled me into a space between crowds of people, but as soon as his hands were on my hips, it felt like no one else was in the room at all. He moved with me, holding me close. It was so easy, we fit together like a jigsaw piece and our bodies moulded perfectly, moving and hitting all of the right places to ignite and stimulate.

Sweat dripped down my body, it was hot, but perhaps that wasn't just Jisung's fault. The room was heated, lighting hit the floor and lightened people's faces with each colour of the rainbow. Some lighting strobe, others more constant and the music boomed from corner to corner.

It was amazing, I couldn't hear anything at all, because the music was loud, and people yelled drunkenly to their friends, but it felt right. Jisung felt right. My fingers teased the hem of his shirt, before slipping underneath altogether, adventuring his toned back.

At the same time, his hands locked in my hair, bringing his head down to kiss me.

The kiss was messy, which proved it was harder to kiss and dance at the same time, but it still sent blood rushing to my core. Letting his tongue flick my lower lip, it didn't take long before we found ourselves in a heated kiss. I pulled away once I could no longer breathe, his breath was heavy, and hotter as he blew against my ear. "I need to take you to my dorm room and have you before I die" he growled.

"That's very medically alarming," I stated. "We should leave to prevent such measures" he said bitting the side of my lip for a few seconds.

Smirking, he hurriedly pulled me away from the crowd of people and led me to the exit. I was curious as to what his dorm room looked like, but by the time I was pushed against its door, the thought had entirely left my mind.

Tearing off his coat as he led me into another rough kiss, he placed his hands on my hips and continued to hold me up against the locked door.

My clothes didn't stay on for long either and therefore were quickly stripped off.

Unlocking the door, he guided me to his bed and immediately pushed me back gently. Towering above me, his lips found their way back to mine, and the moment they met, he took control and dominated me.

Once we ran out of breath, he pulled back and left endless butterfly kisses over my collarbones. At the same time, he placed his hands on my breasts and allowed his fingers to flick over each nipple.

He was like a blind man using his hands to see my entire body. It didn't take long before mine were all over him too.

Rubbing his perfectly sculpted abs with one and cupping his dick with the other, his mouth moved down my stomach and began trailing kisses in a circle. Darting his tongue out a few seconds later, he sucked and let his teeth nibble thin parts of my skin leaving red and purple bruises.

Curling my fingers and taking clumps of his hair; he slipped out a quiet moan as his mouth then began to tease my thighs. It felt so good and encouraged him to continue manoeuvring his tongue, but, instead he moved away and returned to meet with my face.

"What? Why did you stop" I complained. He only smirked and flipped us over. I wasn't having this and roughly pinned his shoulders back, before sitting on top of him with my legs on either side of his bare torso.

"Inpatient much." He stated winking, as he panned his eyes down my body, licking his lips in a seductive manner a few seconds later.

"You love it" I responded sheepishly, and earning myself a nod from the sexy man.

Reaching down and removing his boxers, his member bounced slightly and slapped back onto his stomach, which made my core tingle slowly becoming soaked.

Gazing at Jisung's cock with hungry eyes, my mouth watered and my urge to lean down to give it a taste increased, but I didn't want to keep my pussy waiting.

Stripping myself down, I spread my legs and got ready to put him in. I didn't want to wait anymore.

Without waiting another second, I sat right on him and entered. His big hands grabbing my hips and his slim fingers curling around each bone. The thickness of his cock tore right through and caused me to groan in both pain and pleasurable, "Ahh J-Jisung "

"Fuck you sound so hot!" He purred, and pulled me down until he was all the way in. "Ughhh shit!!" Jisung grunted, then gave my body a final pull. Once my walls were able to close up around him, I began to feel more pain that pleasure.

As a result, the energy and excitement suddenly disappeared. "It's hurts Jisung!!!!" I whimpered.

"I know. But I promise you will enjoy it!" He assured, I remained motionless for a couple of minutes. I knew he was allowing me time to adjust to his size, which made me feel a little better. He was so kind and considerate.

With every passing second, his manhood seemed to expand and throb against my walls, which created a very unusual sensation. "I'll start thrusting alright, let me know if it hurts and I'll stop" he warned in a warm, caring voice.

I was so surprised at how fast his attitude had changed. A few moments ago he was being a complete animal, and now he was acting like an angel and willing to take things slow and easy. The duality is almost making me call in love with this man!

"O-okay" I replied, biting my lips to help ease out the pain.

Without saying another word, he began to thrust. The sound of the bed creaking and our heavy breathing filled the room, which created an intense atmosphere. With every push, my walls clenched tightly around him and cold flushes ran all the down my spine to my ankles.

Letting a few more minutes pass, I could feel the pain slowly turning into pleasure, and with a few more thrusts, it all felt so good. Keeping a firm grip on my waist, he picked up the pace and began to vigorously slam in and out of my drenched vagina.

"Uhhh f-fuck!" I exclaimed. "J-Jisung ah~"

"Are you alright Y/n baby?" He asked through a slightly shaky voice.

"Y-yes" I answered, shutting my eyes and continued to bite the side of my lip. I didn't expect the pleasure to come this quickly, but I'm glad it did. Jisung was pretty big and thick, making me feel completely filled. Anyhow I still wanted more.

Leading my hand to my clit I started rubbing it at a fast pace stimulating my bud while spreading my legs allowing him to thrust even deeper inside of me.

He has the most sexiest thrusts and the deeper he got, the more intense the pleasure became. "Jisung O-Oppa!" I moaned, letting my fingers explore the area around my pussy not being occupied by Jisung's big dick.

"Mhmmm..." he growled, and suddenly leaned down to my level. Hugging me tightly, he kissed my cheek and let out quiet but deep moans in my ear.

His voice was extremely relaxing and it only made me want him even more. I felt so secure with his arms and body sheltering me, it made us feel closer.

Pulling me closer towards him, he went harder and slid even deeper, immediately sparking a fresh wave of pleasure to rise within my body. The sinnful moans we created mixed together making a beautiful piece of music, and the smell of sweat and intense sex filled the room.

Keeping his arms locked around my neck, I couldn't help but admire how good they looked. The way his biceps tensed up and the veins on his hands popped out. Everything about them turned me on.

Tilting my head to the side, I went in for a kiss and received an instant response. He wasn't afraid to get rough and attacked my lips like an animal; breaking apart a few seconds later, he then trailed down the back of my neck and bit my shoulder.

"Ooh fuck" I whimpered.

"Sorry! I just want to fucking eat you. You're so sexy" he growled, and returned to sucking on one side of my neck, before pulling away a few moments later.

Slamming himself into me repeatedly until my entire body moved in sync with his.

I was already so exhausted and wanted to stop, but at the same time, I felt the need to continue.

"Shit" I whispered under my breath, and did my best to keep up with him.

Holding my hips, he manoeuvred me even harder and allowed his manhood to slide all the way in and all the way out.

"Ride me babygirl" He sniggered, and continued to control me as if I was his toy puppet.

Doing what was asked, I bounced and rode him aggressively, twisting in circles and being sure to get myself all the way down. It was a whole new feeling, but it brought the same amount of pleasure. "A-Ahh Oppa, y-you're so b-big," I commented.

Smirking, he gazed thirsty at my pussy and licked his lips. Reaching for it, he ran a finger between my folds and pinched and twisted my bud then rubbed it in a pattern repeatedly.

His touch made me tingle uncontrollably, and the longer Jisung touched me, the more urgent I was to cum.

Riding him for a bit longer, a combination of hot and cold flushes ran up my back and ignited a strange butterfly like feeling in my stomach.

I had a feeling my climax was coming. "J-Jisung, I t-think I-I'm going to cum!" I trembled.

Holding my torso tightly, he bounced me even harder until my walls stretched around his thick shaft. With every passing second, my climax lingered closer and closer.

I couldn't take it anymore. "OPPA I-I CAN'T H-HOLD IT ANYMORE!" I quivered, moaning under my breath as I felt my climax inch even closer.

With a few more violent thrusts, I came. Rubbing my clit fast, I released my juices all over his dick and made a complete mess of it. His big throbbing cock was covered in my cum just the thought made me feel insane.

I had no control and released even morejuices onto his cock. Shutting my eyes and whispering his name to make the experience even better, I continued to release until my body could no longer cope. By the time I had finished my orgasm, he was covered in cum.

He looked so sexy, I was surprised I had managed to reach his face while his abs and body glistened with sweat, but he didn't seem to mind. "Wow someone was holding in alot, Y/n!" He teased, and glanced down at his body, before licking his lips.

"Shit I'm almost there babygirl!" He added a few seconds later, and went the fastest he's ever gone.

Despite climaxing before him, I sensed another one coming."Oohhh Jisung ah~~" I cried, and prepared to feel the wrath of this second climax. "I'm going to c-come a-again, " I yelled breathily.

With a few more thrusts, he let out an ear piercing moan and came deeply into my vagina.

His voice filled the entire room and sent a shiver down my body. Never have I heard such an intense sounding moan. "Ughhh fuck!" I moaned out; the twitching of his cock and the warmth from his cum triggering me into releasing again.

Squirting all over his dick and making a mess of my fingers that rubbed my clit, he kept himself buried and continued to empty his load in the tightness of my hole.

Once he was done, he slowly pulled out and gently laid me beside him, before wrapping his arms over my sweaty body.

"Are you okay babe~" he whispered, and kissed my cheek softly. "Y-yes" I answered with a smile. "Come and visit me again alright?!" he continued.

"I sure will!"I whispered enthusiastically, while falling asleep in his arms.

"I can't wait babygirl!" He purred before he as well drifted off into a dreamland.

I really enjoyed every moment of this night and it's all because of my first sight of, Han Jisung.

[twistedtranslations]

Jamil Viper - M-My heart...

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Translation under the cut

Scarabia Dorm - Lounge

Jamil: …Once again, you made a promise without thinking about the consequences.

Kalim: But the principal said he didn't know where to go on a holiday right? Our home country is the best, don't you think? We the Scarabia dorm are representatives and we should show him the charms of the Country of Hot Sands! I'll leave the decorations of the lounge and the cooking to you Jamil. I will make the preparations for the parade!

Scarabia Dorm - Hallway

Jamil: …And for him to tell me that the day before. And he especially invited the principal. If the banquet is half-baked, it will have an influence on our evaluation. For Kalim's, the banquet…and my sake, I'll have to make this banquet a success. Okay. For the decorations. However it wouldn't fit if the decorations were just pretty, they also have to represent the culture of our country. ..All the ideas I have will take a long time. Hm… To have both beauty and culture…beauty and culture…beauty… Ah! I know!! I guess I should hear out "that" person.

Pomefiore Dorm - Lounge

Vil: …So you came to ask me for advice for the design of the party.

Jamil: Yes. A beautiful interior, a beautiful table set and beautiful entertainment… When I thought about "Beauty", your face suddenly appeared in my mind.

Vil: Ah. Is that so.

Jamil: Kalim has prepared traditional fabric from our country to use for decoration. They're the ones I'm carrying now. They're deep red, patterned with large peacocks. I thought that someone with an aesthetic sense as yours would be able to teach me how to use this cloth the best…

Vil: I understand what you want to say. …But surely you don't intend to consult my knowledge free of charge?

Jamil: Haha, I knew he would say that! My preparations are flawless.

Jamil: You don't think that I presumed the charismatic beauty, Vil Schoenheit would cooperate free of charge! I'm not that impolite. In the case you do give me advice, I offer you one roll of this fabric. The textiles made in the Country of Hot Sands are very valuable after all. Moreover, the goods woven by the purveyors of the Asim household aren't even available in the stores…

Vil: I could estimate the value of this cloth by a glance so you don't have to explain. I was searching for a fabric for my new suit, so I shall accept your request.

Jamil: Really? I am so glad!

Vil: Show me the textile.

Vil: …I see. The weaving was done carefully, but the large pattern has a strong impact. Framing it like it is or using it as a rug will certainly give of the "traditional crafts" feeling. If I fiddle with this a bit…

Jamil: I see~ I will study this~

Jamil: And now I just leave everything to Vil. I should just sit back and nod when appropriate…

Vil: Can someone bring me scissors!

Pomefiore Student: Here!

Jamil: Are those sewing scissors? …Wait please, what do you intend to do with those scissors. You're not going to…

Vil: I've already decided. I'm cutting this.

/Snip

Jamil: Aaah!! You cut this super expensive cloth in two!!!!

Vil: I'll cut it more so I can make a long and narrow flag.

/Snip

Jamil: Y-You cut it again! You know one roll of this can feed a 4-person family for one month right!! How wasteful… Hm? No…T-this is…? By cutting in this traditional pattern, you made an innovative design!!

Vil: Yes. If you come out of your comfort zone you will avoid being unfashionable. However, a certain someone who came to me just couldn't stop giving me harmless but pointless compliments…

Jamil: Shit.

Vil: Whatever you do, you should never forget to be bold. Aim to be sensational. There's nothing that I produce that can be considered "inocuous"! Now, I shall have you be brought another scissor and you shall cut this cloth according to my instructions!

Jamil: Y-Yes!

Main Street

Jamil: Sigh. I'm tired… Being unrelenting is a good thing but the way he handles people is way too rough. There were a lot of scraps, so cleaning up took forever. …Oh well, for now the matter of decorations is settled. Next I have to prepare the food for the banquet. It's past 3 pm right now so I should… Wait it's past 3pm!? That's less than 3 hours 'til the banquet!! Because Vil was prattling on, I forgot to keep an eye on the time. I won't make it in time for the banquet! Whatever I do, I won't be able to prepare the food in time. Cooking….Cooking…Aha. This time I shall just ask "that" person!

Chapter 2

Kitchen

Jamil: Kalim suddenly planned to throw a banquet for the principal to introduce him to the Country of Hot Sands… If I want to make this party a success, I'll have to cook something from our hometown… If I was on my own, I wouldn't be able to make it. So I had to call in someone to help me. And if it's about cooking, this person will certainly…

Jamil: Trey. Please take care of me.

Trey: I'll do my very best. Since… in return you would prune all the rose bushes at Heartslabyul, wouldn't you?

Jamil: …Yes. If I can safely make it through the banquet, that is. In terms of labor, I lose. Keep the cool face and look at your feet…

Trey: So, did you decide on a menu?

Jamil: Yes. I intended to set up some bases of the traditional food of the Country of Hot Sands. The main dish will be a goat roast. Usually, you have to let it marinate in spices for three days but… I already seasoned one and put it in the freezer. Today we will use that.

Trey: You're so careful to the point that it looks like you knew about the party beforehand.

Jamil: Kalim loves inviting people over so I prepare stuff every day. I'll put the meat in the oven and have it slowly roast on a low fire. Meanwhile, we can start with the other meals. Seafood sauté, green salad, thin baked bread and dessert… Anyway I'm short of hands. First of all, please peel the potatoes!

/Cooking sounds

Jamil: Okay, now all of the cooking is done.

Trey: All of them smell fantastic… Especially the well-cooked meat looks delicious! …However… by appearance you could say it looks kind of miserable.

Jamil: Huh, do you think so?

Trey: Yeah. There's only light brown on the plate, it's kind of unsatisfactory. I picked roses to put in the jam. If I scatter the petals like this… Look. If I add some red to it, doesn't it look more brilliant?

Jamil: You're right! It gives of a luxurious impression. Sometimes my younger sister tells me that my cooking looks plain by appearance. Back in the days we quarreled about it but… to think it was about the color.

Trey: Haha. There are plenty of people who think that Heartslabyul's sweets are gaudy, so I understand you. The most important thing in cooking is flavor after all. That's why I want to tell you that "Appearance doesn't matter!" but… you went through great troubles to make it delicious. It should be enjoyable from the start to the finish.

Jamil: I'll do my best remembering that. The next time I'll go home, my sister will be in for a surprise.

Trey: Let's decorate the other meals as well. I also have edible flowers that I use for cakes.

Main Street

Jamil: Thank you very much, Trey! …Okay. I managed finish up cooking perfectly. …I wonder how Kalim's preparations for the parade are coming along.

Kalim: It seems the animals have arrived. Let's pick them up at the front gate!

Jamil: Hm? When you speak about the devil you see his tail. I'll watch secretly…

Scarabia Student C: Did you really get lions and elephants? What if they broke loose in the school…

Kalim: Hahaha, it'll be fine! You guys. What do you think is the most important thing  when you communicate with animals?

Jamil: Heh, that's super easy. The answer is "Animal language". With that you can tell the animals which route to take for the parade…

Kalim: The most important thing when you communicate with animals is… PETTING!!!!

Jamil: !!??

Kalim: Everyone is a living being after all, so if you rely on them it will turn out alright. If you want to take a small break, open the cage and deepen your bonds with the animals!

Jamil: …Is he releasing the lions and the elephants without any preparation…? Why…Why are you so incautious when it comes to animals…! Ever since you were little, you tottered over to the likes of tigers and panthers to give them pet food… It's worrisome. No matter how I look at it, it's worrisome. I can't trust Kalim with anything. I shall talk to the animals…!

Scarabia Dorm - Lounge

Kalim: Principal. Please experience the hospitality of the Country of Hot Sand with all your might today. Then let's start this fun banquet!

Jamil: Somehow… we managed to finish up the decorations, cooking and parade on time… I ran more today than I do in a basketball game. I'm completely exhausted…

Kalim: Hey Jamil. Don't you look a little bit tired?

Jamil: THAT MUST BE YOUR IMAGINATION!!!!!

Kalim: Really? Okay.

Crowley: The decorations are wonderful, and the food is absolutely delicious.

Grim: Chomp, chomp. It's so good!

Yuu: Come on, manners! Chomp Chomp.

Kalim: It seems that the principal and the guests are enjoying themselves. Thank you for preparing the decorations and the food. Jamil.

Jamil: …  Don't mention it. But it's too early for you to let your guard down. As the organizer of the event, don't you still have to appear in the finale? Hurry up and get ready.

Kalim: Okay, gotcha!

Jamil: Good grief…

Grim: Jamil!

Jamil: Hm?

Grim: Your cooking, all of it is amazing!!

Jamil: …Yuu, what do you think? Do you like the cooking of the Country of Hot Sands.

Yuu: It's yummy. I want to eat it every day.

Jamil: Heh. I'm glad.

Jamil: Ah, it seems that the parade is starting. Principal, please go out to the balcony and enjoy the welcome parade of the Country of Hot Sands.

Scarabia Student C: U-Uhm! Vice dorm leader Viper!!

Jamil: Hm? Why are you in such a hurry.

Scarabia Student C: That's because… whisper…whisper…

Jamil: … What!?

Crowley: Hm? Is there something, Viper?

Jamil: N-No! There's nothing. I'll just have to leave my seat for a while… please continue enjoying Scarabia's banquet!

Chapter 3

Scarabia Dorm - Hallway

Jamil: KALIM DISAPPEARED!? The animal parade is a tradition of the Country of Hot Sands. The most valuable seven-colored parrot have to fly… And the organizer is supposed to give a grand welcome!

Scarabia Student C: We searched everywhere but we couldn't find him… We can't do the finale of the parade like this.

Scarabia Student D: Wait! Instead of the dorm leader, we should have the vice dorm leader do the greeting.

Jamil: I can't. It would dishonor the organizer…Kalim.

Scarabia Student C: But we can't find him…!

Scarabia Student D: And the parade is still going on… what do we do!

Jamil: …Calm down everyone. Panicking won't help. You guys are the farsighted and deeply designed students of Scarabia, aren't you? When an unexpected situation comes up you should be calm.

Scarabia Student D: …It is as Viper says.

Scarabia Student C: Sorry for getting upset.

Scarabia Student B: Uhm… dorm leader Kalim wanted to me to bring you a message…!

Jamil: …I see. Because of your error, the seven-colored parrot fled. And Kalim went to search for a substitute.

Scarabia Student A: Yes… The dorm leader said that it was fine to start with the parade… Sorry. It's all our fault.

Jamil: Let's leave the investigation of your guilt for later. Let's first think about the problem we have in front of us. According to your story, Kalim has gone to Diasomnia… Even if he flyed on the magical carpet he would take 10 minutes. We have 5 minutes left until the finale of the parade. No matter what we do he won't make it in time. …We have to stretch time until Kalim gets back.

Scarabia Dorm - Lounge

Crowley: Tigers and elephants, lions, monkeys and peacocks… there are plenty of other animals marching lively. I'm so moved that I'm able to watch such a wonderful parade from the dorm's balcony!

Grim: Yes! The parade is going 'til the fountain. The music is getting louder as well…

Yuu: It's time for the finale! Let's get excited together!

Crowley: What kind of surprising show will I be able to witness at last!? …

Grim: …

Yuu: The animals seem to be circling in the same spot?

Crowley: How strange, I wonder if something happened. Can it be… that they ran into some trouble?

Scarabia Student C: The principal is muttering… Is the dorm leader Kalim still not here!?

Scarabia Student D: At this rate, our party we worked hard on will fail…!

???: The Asim household does not fail.

Jamil: …As long as I'm here! I'm on top of the roof… the shadow of the tower is just right. I'll rely on my wind magic to make it flashy!

Crowley: Oho? Something is falling down. The red blizzard making the white Scarabia glow is truly beautiful…

Grim: The way it flutters and sticks to my noise is annoying!

Crowley: Grim, you don't understand. Isn't this a chic show. If it's this, I could watch it forever.

Jamil: The scraps of cloth that Vil cut off and the petals I got from Trey… Who'd have thought they'd play this role. Even I couldn't predict that. Anyway, I managed to stretch the time of the show. Now there's only…

???: Heey!

Jamil: The thing flying over there is…the magic carpet! He has arrived!!

Kalim: Principal! And Yuu and Grim as well, thank you for coming to Scarabia today! I've never been this happy that I could entertain my dearest guests!

Jamil: Sigh… And with this the parade is over without a hitch. I should go back to the lounge. My broom, where is it… And how long is Kalim planning to ride that carpet? I'm getting anxious watching him stand and move around on that carpet…

Kalim: A, Ah I'm losing my balance…aah! I'm falling!!!

Jamil: !!!?? WATCH OUT!!!!!

/Splash

Kalim: …Man I was really surprised. I was careless and fell in the fountain. …Hm? But I'm not hurting anywhere…? …Ah, Jamil! You made me float with wind magic. Thank you. Thanks to you I wasn't hurt.

Jamil: M-My heart…I thought it was about to stop…tch.

Kalim: But I'm completely soaked… How cruel. Hahaha!!

Jamil: You feel like laughing huh. I felt like I was about to pass to the other side! Stop trying to imitate people rashly!!!!!

Kalim: Yeah. …Sorry for making you worry. …Anyways, did you see the finale? I did my best!

Jamil: …Yes, I saw it. Well done. Me.

Crowley: Well, the decorations, the food and the parade made for a wonderful banquet!! It must've been awfully troublesome to plan all of that, no?

Kalim: Nah, absolutely not. Right, Jamil?

Jamil: Yes.

Yuu: Good job! Good job…

Jamil: Today was a harsh day. If I had to plan another party like this…

Kalim: Principal! Disregarding your holidays, you should come again…

Jamil: Kalim!

Kalim: Hmpf.

Jamil: If the principal tells you something again, just say that you'll consider it. No matter what, first consult everything with me. Understood?

Kalim: …Hah. I thought something was up when you suddenly shut my mouth. Okay. I don't really get it, but I get it!

Jamil: You're really such a reliable dorm leader…