#fic: roses roses laid upon your bed spread

[sinsmockingbird]

SUCCUBUS!COQUELIC | Event

PAIRING: Coquelic x Afab!Reader

WARNINGS: Smut, NSFW, Sub!Reader, Dom!Character, Succubus!Coquelic, Human!Reader, Monster Fucking, Lingerie, Cunnilingus

AUTHORS NOTE: Finally the first part is here! Enjoy a relatively mild monster fucking fic to ease us into the event. Note; Reader is one of Coquelic's concubine.

IT WASN'T uncommon for Coquelic to return to the Garden quite... hungry. You've learned by this point to always be ready for her when she returns, knowing just how much she's craving some delicious essence.

Making sure that her room was tidy and that everything was set correctly, you moved your hands down your body to fix up the revealing lingerie you were wearing, into place. Then you glanced into the mirror inside her room and made sure your hair was neat (it wouldn't be in a little bit).

After making sure you looked good, you glanced over at the clock and noted that you only had a few minutes left. So quickly you settled yourself onto Coquelic's bed and laid down, but not before tossing some rose petals around you and making sure that the lingerie was revealing more than it already was before settling down and waiting.

And you didn't have to wait long.

When a portal opened up in the room, your heart quickly began to rapidly hammer in your chest. You watched as Coquelic came storming through, a scowl adorning her beautiful face. You noted the dark red horns sprouting and curving from her head, red wings briefly fluttering in aggravation, and then finally the slender tail swishing back and forth behind her.

You watched as Coquelic froze as soon as her eyes landed on you, slowly blinking them a few times before a wide grin spread across her lips as her eyes looked you over. "My my, what's this, my little rosebud?"

"U-Uhm, a gift... a gift for you," You answered, feeling your face flush red as you felt her eyes trailing over every inch of your body. "I- I thought you would be h-hungry upon your return."

"Hm, you thought correctly. As always," Coquelic mused as she moved towards you and crawled onto the bed, her tail swishing back and forth behind her in a tantalizing way. "You'll still let me do anything to you, correct?"

"C-Correct," You meekly nodded your head, obediently moving to lay flat on the bed on your back, allowing her to straddle your waist.

"Mm, good," Coquelic licked her her lips in hunger, before diving down towards you.

You gasped as her lips crashed against yours, your teeth hitting against each other as she shoved her tongue into your mouth. You put up no fight, surrendering yourself to Coquelic, moaning at the feeling of her long tongue snake out and swipe across every inch, before almost shoving itself down your throat. You choked for a moment as she stuck her tongue momentarily down your throat, before gasping for air as she pulled away.

She left open mouthed kisses down your jaw and neck, slowly but surely moving down your body, not caring how messy her kisses were, because currently all she wanted was you. She wanted to use you to her heart's content until you were nothing but moans. She wanted to feast on you, because she was in dire hunger for your taste.

Coquelic taked her fingers across your pretty lingerie, before grabbing them and tearing them off your body. As much as she loved to see you, her little concubine dressed so prettily in something so revealing, it was blocking too much of your pretty skin. And she just couldn't have that.

"C-Coco!" You whined as she forced your legs wide apart after tossing your torn lingerie somewhere behind her.

"What?" Coquelic asked, looking up at you with a raised eyebrow, before noticing the pout on your face, and she glanced behind her at the heap of your lingerie on the ground, making her let out a laugh. "Don't fret, rosebud, I'll have one of the other concubines remake it for you."

"Okay..." You mumbled, still frowning. You had spent a great amount of time learning from Garofano on how to sew that, so it kinda hurt that Coquelic could so easily tear it apart without a care.

"Attention on me, rosebud." Coquelic demanded, nipping a bit roughly at your inner thigh, making you gasp and quickly look at her. "Good girl."

Your face flushes red as Coquelic begins to pepper your inner thighs in kisses, moving closer and closer to your dripping cunt. You whine for her, and with a small laugh, she moves her face to where you want her. She blows air on it first, watching it clench and drop more slick, making her lick her lips.

"My, such a pretty cunt..." Coquelic muses, sighing dreamily as she gazes at your hole. You flush red at her prolonged staring, subconsciously beginning to close your legs around her head.

Eyes flashing red, Coquelic's tail wraps tightly around one of your legs, forcefully pulling it back while she she pins your other with her hand, making sure you can't move them an inch. "Now now, don't be misbehaving."

"M'sorry!" You quickly apologize, moving to spread your legs wider for her (not that you could anymore) and lifting your hips slightly up as you presented your cunt for her.

"Good girl." Coquelic purred, softening her grip on you as she moves her head back in between your legs.

You let out a whine of pleasure as soon as Coquelic flicked her tongue across your dripping folds. She smirked and began to teasingly drag her tongue slowly past your lower lips, wiggling it about and making your walls clench around it tightly.

"Mmmm Coco..!" You whimpered at her teasing, pouting once again and staring down at her pleadingly, silently begging her to just give you her tongue.

Coquelic let out a breathy laugh, wanting to tease you further, but the ache of hunger in her stomach made her decide to give in. She shoved the rest of her tongue into your cunt, the pointed tip flicking against every inch it could get a taste of. The rest of her tongue wiggled around inside you, coating itself in your delicious juices.

She let out a pleased moan at the taste of you, her eyes rolling back in her head. She could feel her hunger ache more, needing your cum flooding her mouth. So, without much warning, she began to fuck her tongue in and out of your needy cunt.

You threw your head back, a silent scream leaving your mouth as you felt Coquelic's tongue thrusting in and out with such intensity you'd think it was her strap if you closed your eyes. Your hands flew down to her head, grabbing fistfuls of her hair into them.

You tugged her head closer, thighs trying to enclose around her head and keep her in place, but her tail tightened around your one leg again, keeping it firmly in place while her one hand did as well. You whined at the feeling but you didn't dare fight, instead letting your legs stay spread.

"Taste so good..." Coquelic moaned, the sound of her voice sending vibrations through you, making you jerk slightly, causing her to laugh.

She snaked her free hand up between your legs, settling it above your pussy. She pressed her thumb against your aching clit, putting pressure onto it and rubbing it slightly, immediately making you cry out of how good it felt. She rubbed it more as she continued her relentless pace of her tongue.

You could feel the coil in your gut beginning to tighten more and worsen, making tears spring to your eyes. It was becoming too much, and Coquelic knew that. But she was desperate for your taste so she only went faster and harder.

"C-Cumming!" You gasp out through moans before arching your back off the bed, shoving Coquelic's head farther between your thighs as you reach your peak.

Coquelic lets out a whine as you begin cumming, flooding her mouth. She held your spasming body down onto the bed, while diving her tongue deep into you, trying to drink up every last bit of your juices. She could feel relief flood her system as your taste soothes her aching hunger.

When she was satisfied, she slowly moved her head away from between your legs, licking her lips and chin that were drenched in your essence. You whimpered at the sight, and cowered under her lustful gaze. Her eyes were glowing more red, and you knew she wasn't completely satisfied just yet. She wasn't done using you for her own relief just yet.

ENDING NOTES: Anyone wane to get feasted on by Succubus!Coquelic?

[little-miss-dilf-lover]

i'm not trying to prioritize this ask above your others or anything, i promise, but wednesday is my birthday and I was wondering if you could write something about celebrating your birthday with tangerine? 💓

hii angel!! absolutely no worries!! I always do fics first if they’re needed by a certain time (ie if someone is sick) thank you for helping me with it :) thank you for requesting, hope you like it💌

also a big fat happy birthday!! hope you have a lovely day my sweet🎉❤️ @dynamitehacke

birthday

tangerine x f reader

wc || 1k

warnings || none

masterlist + rules

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Tangerine is the kind of guy to go above and beyond for the special people in his life, going out of his way for his loved ones. With you, it was no different.

He had you to himself for the entire day, wanting nothing other than to spoil you and make you smile. He had spent weeks planning for your birthday, organising everything to the second so that he could give you the special day that you deserve.

This morning he had treated you with a home-cooked spread in bed, a tray of all your favourite breakfast foods with a beautiful bouquet of fresh-picked flowers. He was always very prompt with timing but even more so with the day he planned for you, so the next thing on the agenda was gifts.

He had his hands clasped over your eyes as he lead you down the stairs, ushering you into the living room where you were surprised with a floor full of presents, balloons and banners. He slowly removed his hands, watching your expression as you gazed around at the decorated room, taking in his sweet grand gesture.

He lead you to the sofa where he handed you your first present, placing the neatly wrapped gift box on your lap, waiting patiently to see your reaction. His tender blue eyes followed your every movement as you made your way through the many piles of presents, watching in anticipation as you tore the paper.

He really spoiled you, he got you everything you could possibly want and then some; the bag you had your eyes on, the series of books you hadn’t yet got around to buying, the full-length floor plant you were saving up for, that sweater you really wanted, the lip gloss you were running low on. Anything he thought you needed or wanted, he got it all.

After the presents you both snuggled on the sofa where you thanked him endlessly, littering each other's faces with kisses until he shared the next part of the plan of today.

He had taken you to lunch at that little restaurant by the river where you indulged on whatever it was that you were craving, chatting and laughing the whole time as you both enjoyed a couple light alcoholic beverages.

On the way back home, he had stopped by the bookstore, leading you inside with his hand in yours, swinging in unison. He slipped his hand from yours and into his pocket, reaching for his bank card, instructing you to “go crazy.” He followed you around the shop, holding the numerous books you had picked up, balancing them in his arms as you continued to search through the sections, seeing what would catch your interest.

The rest of the day was spent at home, enjoying each other's company as you found new homes for all of your new gifts.

———

There was one more thing Tangerine had planned for the night, but he wasn’t able to do it with you around. So he ran you a bath, filling the tub with bubbles, rose petals and bath salts, lining the surrounding area with candles and incense. He allowed you some alone time to soak in the warm ambience-filled room while he set up for the next portion of the night.

After a short while, you left the tub, wrapping yourself in the towel he had been warming on the radiator for you. Upon exiting you notice arrows placed on the floor, following the directions, you see a neat pile of his pyjamas on the bed that he had laid out for you. Drying off, you dress yourself in the checkered bottoms and baggy tee. Applying a shortened version of your skincare routine before continuing after the trail of markings.

Following the arrows downstairs and into the living room you see a bed made up on the floor with mountains of blankets and pillows, the cosy space lit with fairy lights. “No fucking way.” You whisper, far too stunned to muster actual words.

“Surprise,” He grins, kneeling on the covers, holding a basket of snacks. “Come sit.”

“You did all this?” You quietly ask, looking around in astonishment at the decorated area.

He boyishly smiles, placing the basket aside, slinking his arms around you and flopping you both back onto the makeshift bed. “Mhm. Ya like it?” He cutely questions, kissing your temple.

“Uh-yeah. It’s beautiful, thank you.” You smile, cosying into his side.

“Alright give me a minute,” he smiles, slowly removing himself from your grip.

“You leaving me already?” You playfully whine, sitting up as you follow his gaze

“Hm… yeah. Park ya arse there.” He grins, patting at the edge of the blow-up mattress. “Will only be a minute.”

“Can’t believe you’re leaving me again… on my birthday, too.” You smirk, watching him leave.

“Yeah well, shut up.” He calls out from the other room, chuckling earnestly. “Alright, close ya eyes.” He instructs.

Particularly doing as he says, you cover your eyes, separating your fingers so you could see through the gaps.

“I see that,” he grins, poking his head into the room. “I knew you’d do that, close ‘em.”

He slowly makes his way over to you, lightly humming the tune of ‘happy birthday’ as he walks towards you. Stopping once he gets to your feet, kneeling in front of you with a homemade cake in hand, smiling at you with admiration as you open your eyes. “Make a wish.”

Beaming at him, you blow out the candles as you silently made your wish. “Did you make that yourself?” You ask as your eyes darted over the icing and decorations. “No way you made that.”

“Why? Is it bad?” A playful expression spreads across his features.

“God, no. It’s incredible… thank you.”

“I watched a couple videos online.” He chuckles, sitting beside you with the cake in his lap. “Go on…” grinning as he pulled two forks from his pyjama bottom pocket.

“Not got a knife?” You laugh, eyeing him as he passed you the utensil.

“Nah… actually, you know what. Dinner is on its way.”

“Nah, cake first,” you waft your hand, dismissing him as you picked up a fork. “What’d you get for dinner?”

“Surprise.” He wryly grins, avoiding your questioning.

For the rest of the evening, you ate dinner from your favourite takeout spot as you binged on shitty reality tv and junk food. Appreciating one another’s presence as you enjoyed your quiet birthday night-in with your charming boyfriend.

@tangerinesgf @kpopgirlbtssvt @v1ntage-daydr3am @earth-elemental18 @ashlynhasmanyhyperfixations @idontknowwhattohaveasmyuser @thewinterv @navs-bhat @ilovetangerinewithallmyheart @theredvelvetbitch @randomawesomeperson102 @lov3lypeaches7 @princess-pebbles-things @woffelle

[threephantomrey]

tagged again by @rose-of-pollux

Rules: list the first line of your last 10 (posted) fics and see if there's a pattern!

1) “He finally did it.

Asamad refused to look up from his lyre as he finished the final notes of the song. He finally did it. He finally played the song he wrote about Vincent for him. After months of wondering what Vincent would think, he was about to find out.” - Songwriting?

2) “Asamad sighed as he made his way towards the small wooden house that belonged to Nekara, a powerful enchantress considered to be the most ravishing woman in existence by so many. He had walked the chilling, dark, and rocky pathway to her house so many times he could do it in his sleep.” - illicit.

3) “Asamad Van Ghoul kept taking deep breaths as he laid down on his bed. For his lover, Ophelia Eve, kept making him laugh too hard throughout the night.” - I Would Have Looked Back

4) “Flim Flam couldn’t help but concentrate on the crackling noise of the fire outside his tent and the sound of Cheryl singing by it. It was his idea to go camping tonight, as after all that happened with Captain Ferguson and his ship, there was definitely a different type of trip everyone could use.” - Episode 10: The Witches Hour

5) “Do you have a minute?”

Vincent froze, his eyes widening before turning away from the window to face the redhead who had become his daughter. She smiled slightly at him, though mostly with a concerned look on her face.” - Someone To You

6) “The screams filled the air as Asamad walked out of the woods.” - Our Hometown’s In The Dark

7) “The fireplace roared as a young Vincent Van Ghoul and his lover, Mortifer Quinch, were tangled together on the small couch of Castle Van Ghoul’s study room. It was a quiet night, no wind outside, but the darkness of the night was slowly growing.” - Frozen In Each Other’s Hearts

8) “Asamad could feel the slight breeze in the air as he and his lover, Ophelia Eve, were by ‘The Lake of Darkness,’ the only lake where neither the sun nor moon’s reflections could not shine upon.” - My Spirit Is Intertwined With Yours Always

9) “Vincent was hunched over, groaning in agony as Asamad led him to his chair in the study room. Though the vampire’s bite was only on Vincent’s neck, he felt it everywhere, as though it was spreading throughout his body.” - My Healer, My Affliction

10) “The tapping of Asamad’s pen seemed neverending as he struggled to think of the next song he was to write.” - The Stars Shine For You

tagging: @ilovefredjones

[ronni-right]

20 & 69 writing ask👀

20. Do you prefer writing AUs or canon fics?

I like to write AUs, especially Modern AUs.

69. What are your favorite fics at the moment?

A Matter of Wife and Debt by Twin_Kitten

a dolly that laughs and cries (one that can open and shut her eyes) by Hormonal_Trashbag

Blood of Two by thiefless

roses, roses, laid upon your bed spread by MercuryWaters

[mercurywaters]

roses, roses, laid upon your bed spread

ao3, multi-chapter (1/8), 6k words

Cassie signs Lexi up as a contestant for the latest season of The Bachelor, starring fan-favorite Fezco. Pining, fluff, and angst ensue as the two navigate the most dramatic season of The Bachelor to date!

CHAPTER ONE IS HERE 🌹

[romanoffsbish]

A Warm Hand, and Your Loving Touch…

Natasha Romanoff x Fem!Reader

Fluffy birthday fic for the softie that is Natty. ❤️

Smut: Subby Nat, Mistress (R), Bunny (N), Cum-Filled Strap (Oral/Penetration), Oral (N) Nipple Clamps (N), Kinks: Breeding, Stomach Bulge, Degradation, Praising. Aftercare 🥰

18+ | Minors DNI ‼️

Shoutout to @mostlymarvelsstuff for helping with the overall concept of the fic/inspiring it. ❤️

Natasha entered your apartment with only one thing on her mind, but as she pushed the door open she deflated when noticing the living space was vacant. Normally she would get off work and enter your place to find your smiling face awaiting her arrival, it's a constant she'd grown accustomed to, but judging by how silent the space is it appears you're not even home. After setting her coat on the rack along with her bag she set off to find out where you might be. Part of her was on the verge of panicking seeing as how you didn't tell her you'd be out, but she also knew very well how impulsive you could be, and it's more likely that you ran to the store than it would be that you were kidnapped by an enemy of hers.

As the redhead enters your room she is hopeful to find you there, but instead she's met with a variety of differing things sprawled across your mattress, at the very center there laid a folded up note with her name neatly written on the front that brought a genuine smile to her face. Natasha had never celebrated her birthday in all the years she'd been free'd, but deep down she'd hoped you would change that tradition, and judging by the instructions you left for her to get ready for an unorthodox picnic in the dead of Fall she'll likely be getting her wish.

She takes another glance at the items on the bed, an emerald green sweater dress was first to catch her eye. It wasn't lost on her that you selected the shade to match her eyes that you never failed to gush about. You'd paired it with fleece lined faux sheer stockings and white snow boots and right next to that selected outfit sat a small basket of new bath products. A smile lit up her face as she realized it's the brand she mentioned to you the other day, something she's wanted to try for a while now that's more masculine than her usual products.

She swiftly scoops the basket into her arms and heads to the bathroom with it. Once in front of the bathtub her smile only widens as she sees you've spread out some candles and rose petals around for her to enjoy while she relaxes after her stressful day. She begins to fill it up with water before adding in a splash of her bubble bath, only lighting the candles once she's settled into the warm steaming water.

Natasha had one thing on her mind when she walked into the apartment today, after weeks spent on varying missions she'd missed you dearly. Her need for you was strong, and so she reasoned that no matter your plans for today, she was certain she'd be getting lucky tonight. So after allowing her muscles ample time to recover from her strenuous day she decided it was likely time to start her hygiene regimen.

She shivered as she stood up as the bitter chill from the outside seeped into your apartment. She reached for her shaving cream first, using the draining water in the tub she rinsed the razor off after every couple strokes. Once her skin was void of excess hair she turned the shower on, effectively warming her body back up, and allowing her the chance to properly wash and condition her thick red locks. Then the last thing on her agenda was to try out the new foaming body wash you got her. A deep woodsy scent filled the steamed up shower as she squeezed the soap out onto the loofah, she reveled in the desired scent and began to rub it all over her body in the hopes that it would hopefully linger.

Upon exiting the shower she dried off with the plush white towel you'd left out for her. There was a distinct level of warmth to the fabric telling her you'd likely thrown it into the dryer for her, that tidbit warmed her heart, and it only made her need to get to you grow tenfold. She then made quick work of her skincare routine, using the accompanying lotion you provided before moving on to applying the barest layer of makeup.

Natasha then moved into the bedroom where she got dressed just as quickly. She admired the beautiful outfit you selected for her while adding a few pieces of complementary jewelry from her abundant collection on. An emerald necklace laid perfectly within the dip of her collarbone, matching the smaller emeralds that now adorned her lower ears. They stood out in comparison to the multitude of silver rings running up her right lobe. Her hands would normally have a variety of silver rings across them, but she chose to forgo them upon seeing the matching green gloves you set out for her. The redhead knew better than to ignore the fabric meant to keep her hands warm, so she reluctantly slipped them on. After sliding into the boots you set out for her she shut the lights off throughout the space, fed a meowing Liho, then she was racing out the door to get to you.

The walk to your "spot" wasn't long, but she took her time on the jaunt to the community garden. Her mind was racing with possibilities for what to expect, you'd been known to keep her on her toes; everyday was a new adventure for the redhead whenever you were involved. Normally she craved a sense of stability in her personal life, but she's learned that even with all your spontaneity, you still grounded her. Life with you was a dream come true, and every step that brought her closer to you caused her heart to beat even harder, and when she finally saw you she was near to melting.

There beneath the heated gazebo stood the most precious thing she'd honestly ever seen. She watched as you focused in on the table, a furrowed expression overtook your face when you readjusted the vase full of faux flowers. Shamelessly she looked you over, you'd chosen to wear the light brown, corduroy suit from your collection, the one she told you was her favorite time and time again. Her cheeks hurt from smiling so much already, but the glimpse of your emerald green button up shirt to match her dress only made her smile grow wider. Ever the prepared one, you were also wearing gloves, and snow boots, but you also had on a light brown beanie, and a plush black scarf.

Natasha knew she should make her arrival clear to you, but she enjoyed watching you move about fixing everything that was perfectly fine. This neurotic side of you was a place of amusement for her most days, she wouldn't ever complain either, because it always ends up proving fruitful in the end for whatever you do. However, it's absolutely freezing since the snow had decided to lightly fall from the sky. Her body shivered once the flakes touched her face, causing her body to jolt, and for her leg to shift and her boot to then crash down into a fallen twig; effectively breaking the silence.

"Natty!," she smirked at your excited voice, you'd finally noticed her arrival, and in true you fashion you rushed over to embrace her., "Oh, you're shivering, come now.," you quickly dragged the redhead underneath the gazebo, and she was immediately enveloped by the blowing heaters warmth. This didn't seem to satisfy you though, because much to her dismay you wrapped a white scarf around her neck, and before she could stop you a white fur cossack hat was being pulled onto her head. You beamed at the sight of your lover., "Cute.," you booped her reddened nose for emphasis, then you pulled her in for an overdue kiss., "Happy 38th Birthday my precious love."

Natasha groaned playfully against your lips., "Must you mention my change in age?," you giggled, which is exactly what she wanted to hear., "There's nothing wrong with aging Nat, and I think it's important to note you're doing so gracefully—like the finest of wines.," you pecked her lips once more, smiling rather triumphantly upon noticing her red cheeks., "Detka, this all looks delicious.," Natasha tries to change the subject, and your heart warms at the shyness you always seem to evoke from the outwardly confident woman., "Thanks love, Wands definitely helped me pull it together."

Natasha, ever the gentlewoman, pulled your chair out for you, then her lips pressed to your cheek as she shuffled you closer to the table. Then after a second of up close observation of your face she took her space across from you, settling in for a lively dinner full of her faves. The food didn't last long, a testament to your collective best friends cooking skills, but the conversation was never ending. Nat wasn't much of a talker, but she supposes that was because she never found someone she trusted enough to listen to her stories before she found you—even Clint couldn't get her to open up like this. The archer was never offended by this information, he happily welcomed your presence, and Nat knew she picked a good one once he let her know of his valued approval.

After the bottle of wine was finished off you decided to call it, the snow was only seeming to pick up, and you both wanted to beat feet before it could lead into torrential territory. Natasha sat in her seat with a pout on her face while you cleaned up, she didn't like not being able to help you, but deep down she enjoyed the special treatment you were showing her., "Birthday girls don't clean up, they sit there and look pretty.," is what you said to her, and the red that once tinted her cheeks returned.

Once you threw out all the easily disposable things you apologized to the environment, then linked your fuzzy hand with your girlfriends. Natasha wasn't exactly ready to return to the apartment though, so she dropped your hand. Just as you spun around to see what was wrong your face dropped at the sight of your lover. That signature lopsided smirk you usually loved adorned her face, causing you to gulp when you saw the rounded ball of white in her hand., "Nat, don't you even think about it.," you warned, but you were well aware she wasn't going to drop it so you ran to take cover, and only narrowly escaped the cold projectile.

"Detka, come on, don't hide from me now.," she taunted, you stood up from behind the rock you'd used as a shield, chuckling dangerously as you locked eyes with the curious redhead. Her eyes fell to your arms, they were loaded with snowballs, and though she was normally quick on her feet she couldn't beat your arm. Not when she was stunned by your alarming efficiency at forming the balls of fallen snow., "I yield! Detka, please, I'm sorry.," she shrieks as the snowballs continued to pelt into her, breaking apart as it collided with her body and falling into places it surely didn't belong.

"Is that right? The big, bad Black Widow is yielding huh?," you teased while also dropping your remaining ammo in favor of helping her to brush the snow off of her, but you were soon gasping when a pile of snow was smushed into your face., "You little cheater.," you growled, Natasha laughed boisterously in response as you shoved her away, she even nearly fell back into the snow, but fortunately her boots were sturdy., "Detka, wait, come back!!"

Natasha was quick to chase your retreating form down, spinning you around by the hold she managed to get on your hip, before you could protest she pressed her soft lips to yours, causing your body to collide with a tree as she leaned her body into yours., "That was fun.," you rolled your eyes while shoving her away., "For you maybe, my face feels frozen.," you grumbled, your eyes shone with amusement though, and the redhead happily took your extended hand back into hers for the rest of the short walk back to your apartment.

Once the door opened the both of you made quick work shedding your wetted articles of clothing from your body. A smirk graced your lips when Natasha was left in her lingerie, the sight of the matching lacy red set not lost on you, but that would have to wait., "That's not fair.," Natasha grumbled upon noticing all you had to remove was your jacket, but thankfully for you that was the case because one of her presents was tucked away beneath your suit pants., "Oh hush up now, maybe next time you'll wear your coat, and also never start a snowball war with a seasoned veteran."

Natasha playfully rolled her eyes, then she attempted to hug you for warmth but you held your arm out to stop her which drew a pitiful whine from her throat., "Detka, I'm cold...," you smiled sympathetically, but you stood your ground simply because you needed your arms to grab her gift from the counter, and she was quick to quiet down when you handed her the beautifully wrapped box. It made your heart skip when she snatched it, and tore it to pieces. This child like innocence was something only you ever got to see, and you never took it for granted when she acted this way.

Natasha's eyes stared at the gift for a long time, then her body surged into your expectant arms. She sobbed lightly, soaking your undershirt but you didn't really care, her clear appreciation was enough of a reason not to., "I love it.," she finally manages to say, and you smile at the soft look on her face when she pulls away to admire the gift once more. The object of her affection was now in your sight again, and you too admired the craftsmanship of the globe. You'd had your first date at the ice skating rink from this years January memorialized. Two tiny figures sharing your likeness held hands, one dressed properly while the other braved the cold in jeans and a t-shirt as the both of them not so gracefully skated around the rink. Natasha shook the toy, watching the way that the water bubbled at the top, and how the white speckles that symbolized the snow fell., "It's absolutely perfect detka, and it's going on the mantle.," she cheered as she gratefully pecked your lips just before turning to place it.

As soon as she turned away you made your leave for the bedroom, and Natasha was left following the trail of clothing you left behind in your wake, which left her feeling rather excited. The door was shut as she expected, she carefully opened it to find you sat on the bed. Her eyes nearly bulged out of the sockets at the mere sight of you; a smirk consumed your face at her stunned expression, you were properly bare, with a thick strap she'd never seen before dangling from between your legs, and in your right hand was a dangling set of nipple clamps.

Natasha felt a new level of excitement fill her at the sight of the brand new toys, the ones she'd been begging you to get for a few months now, and a big part of her is touched that you would save such things for her birthday., "Like what you see bunny?," your low tone caused a shiver to run through the redheads body, and straight to her core that was already dripping for you. She nodded, and without another word from you Natasha was walking to stand before you., “Strip for your mistress, show me just how badly you want my special cock baby girl…”

Without any hesitation she unclasped her bra, her hands flew up to her breasts upon their freeing, she pressed them together, and began to knead at the flesh to entice you, her head was soon thrown back as she began to tweak her sensitive nipples for show, your clit throbbed at the sound of her moans, and she lifted her head to see how worked up you were already getting. The need to please you was always high for the redhead, so she slowly trailed her hands down her body, the way her breasts ended up falling back into place and slightly bouncing as they did pulled an affected groan from you that had her biting her lip to fight off her prideful smirk.

Once her hands reached the hem of her panties she’d taken notice of how you stroked the strap as if it was truly your own cock, the way with which you pressed the base of the strap told her you were receiving immense pleasure from the pressure against your clit. An almost angry bit of jealousy surged through her, because sure you were aroused by her display, but it was still your hand pleasuring you and not her. Swiftly she removed her panties, and before you could reprimand her for being in a rush she was on her knees before you. The way she looked up at you made your mouth run dry, the need to please was ever clear in her submissive eyes, and you weren’t going to combat that.

Natasha smiled when your hand affectionately cupped her cheek, and your thumb slowly traced over her plump lower lip., “Does my precious bunny wanna suck me off, hm?,” she nodded fervently causing you to chuckle softly. You leaned down, softly pressing your lips to hers to catch her whimpers as you attached the clamps to her nipples without much warning. You remained there, allowing her this soft moment to get used to the new sensation, and where your tongue could explore her mouth. Natasha moaned into the kiss when you tugged on the chain, testing the durability, as well as her tolerance, and you were pleased with both.

Letting go of the chain you could feel the way she shivered when the cold chain touched her skin, her hands now settled on your thighs. Your tongue slid from her mouth as you pulled away from her lips, a slight reluctance in your movements because parting from her lush lips never really gets any easier for you. Still, the show must go on, and go on it did as you watched her tongue lick up from the base of your strap, her eyes deadlocked with yours as her lips wrapped around the thick tip. Barely moving down she still managed to apply the kind of pressure necessary to pull a moan., “You’re already doing so good for me on your very special day bunny, I’m so proud of you.”

Natasha thrived on your praises, so it was of no surprise to you when she managed to take even more of your strap into her mouth, or to see that her thighs were harshly rubbing together. Normally you would reprimand her for seeking her relief in such a way, but seeing as it was her birthday you cut her a little slack, but not too much as your hips suddenly thrust even more of the cock down her more than ready throat. Natasha’s favorite pastime was having your strap down her throat, you could be watching a movie on an off day, and she’d instantly be on her knees in your living room ready to please. Even if this strap was testing her limits, proof of this in the way tears cascaded down her face, mixing with the drool overtaking her chin, she was still not giving up on taking it all.

Her movements were sloppy as she bobbed as far as she could, a form of relief came in when your hand naturally wove through her hair, and you took over the entire process on your road to bliss. Natasha prepared herself, taking in a harsh breath just before you began to hold her head still while your hips thrust upwards. Natasha’s gagging, and her drool that pooled at the base of the strap that was now slowly dripping down your skin only aroused you further. Not long after you took over were you screaming out her name like a prayer, your slick now trailing down your ass as you ever so slowly brought your thrusting to a stop.

Natasha gasped when you relinquished your hold, a fit of harsh coughs tore from her, while your body fell back onto the bed momentarily. Once you regained your composure you sat up, your hands once again found your lovers mussed up face and you beamed at the sight. She smiled at you just the same, and happily allowed you to guide her face to yours for a sloppy kiss before you lifted her onto the bed. Flat on her back she stared up at you in wonder and you looked at her with eyes full of lust., “I’m going to treat you so well bunny, gonna take care of you like you need.,” her eyes were full of love as you spoke so tenderly, and her lips upturned when she felt your body on hers.

As your lips met hers your hand was tenderly exploring her heat, she moaned languidly into your mouth when you trailed over her clit. It was more than clear to you that she was ready for all you had to offer, but still, you wanted to taste her so you trailed your lips down her body en route to her dripping core. Your tongue was quick to lick a stripe up her slit, while your hands happily settled onto the chain.

The first orgasm of the night for Natasha came quickly with how expertly your tongue worked her over, that coupled with the brutal way in which you tugged on the chain had her back arching in no time as she screamed for you. Her delicious arousal now covered the lower half of your face and slowly coated your throat, your lips slowly trailed back up her body, the marks you know she desperately loved you to leave were perfectly scattered across her body, and she was making the prettiest of noises as you made your way back to her awaiting lips.

Lining your cock up with her entrance you thrusted only the tip into her, catching her whines as you did. Natasha’s face contorted painfully at the stretch, this was a bit larger than the usual strap you’d use, so it took her a second to adjust., “Breathe bunny, I got you.,” you softly reassured her before thrusting the rest of your length into her, you peppered soft kisses across her face while she momentarily adjusted. Moving ever so slightly to gauge her comfort worked in your favor as she moaned loudly, and with that confirmation your hips began to set a pace that had her legs shaking.

"Oh bunny, look at you... What a mindless whore you are for your mistress's cock...," you taunted the woman who lied beneath you, a blabbering mess as you continued to pound your strap into her dripping cunt at a brutal pace., "Isn't that right?," you smirked when she managed to hum out a soft yes., "All you ever want is to have that greedy cunt of yours sheathed over my cock as you chase down your own release like the selfish whore you are.," Natasha's walls clenched around you the more you spoke, your dirty words and the nasty truth they held managing to push her to the brink.

"Mistress, please, can I cum?," she cries out as the pit in her stomach tightens to a nearly unbearable degree., "Want me to fuck my babies into you bunny?," you grunted out as the power of your thrust caused the hilt of the harness to rub against you just right., "Fuck, you'll look so hot with my cum dripping out of you, I'm going to fill you so well you'll feel me dripping out of your messy cunt for days...,"

"Please fill me up mistress, oh God, I'm so close... I-I need, mhm...," your thumb swirling over her throbbing clit shut her pitiful pleading up., "Shh... Hold it a bit for me bunny, I'm almost there, wanna cum with you.," you softly panted, the pressure was steadily building up within you, and the newfound sight of your strap causing her stomach to protrude had you instantly teetering over that blissful edge. Natasha moaned brokenly when you impulsively pressed against her bulging stomach that your unrelenting thrusts caused.

"Otpusti krolika.," you hotly murmured your permission to her in her mother tongue. Natasha's eyes widened as your accented words hit her brain, your hand slid down swiftly to press against the straps cum reservoir. With a rather harsh thrust you released into her, painting her pulsing walls with the sticky substance that was soon mixing with hers as that tight pit in her stomach finally burst, causing her orgasm to come gushing out of her, and boy were you speechless at the sight. 

(Let go bunny)

Her abundant release left you astonished, with the way it absolutely soaked the sheets, and drenched your thighs. Natasha whimpered as your strap drove into her even deeper when you collapsed into her, the sight alone of her squirting lead you into one of the most blissful orgasms of your life. Natasha and you were breathing erratically in tandem, her chest heaved as yours fell, the both of you absolutely spent from your intimate moments shared.

Once you'd calmed down you peered up to see Natasha already smiling down at you dreamily. As gently as you could you pulled out of her, she still groaned at the movement though, and the sudden emptiness left her cunt feeling unnaturally hollow. She didn't dwell on the thought for long though as you teasingly pulled on her nipple clamps, and the action made her moan while her cunt pulsed around nothing, the thick remnants of your mixed cum gushing out of her leaving you awestruck., "Jesus Nat, you're likely going to be the death of me.," you groaned just before leaning down to kiss her, and the both of you sighed in contentment.

"We both know if I wanted you dead, I'd have already made it happen.," she teased you as you pulled away, you smirked while lightly tugging on the clamps again, earning you quite the glare., "Never tease when you don't have the upper hand bunny.," you reminded her, then in a show of mercy you gently removed the clamps from her nipples. You then used your tongue to briefly soothe the tender nubs, pulling a moan of relief from the redhead who's hand quickly fell to your hair to keep you there.

Then as fast as you could you cleaned the both of you up, applying a soothing salve to your lovers tender nipples, then while she used the restroom you changed out the sheets. Nat was waiting for you on the toilet as her legs felt a bit too much like jello to allow her to return to bed and you didn't leave her there for too long. Natasha tiredly lifted her arms, allowing you to slip your tank over her head, then for her to also wrap them around your neck and snuggle into you so you could lay her down, with your head atop of her shoulder as she preferred.

With your hand tracing circles against your lovers shoulder, and hers doing the same to your back you found the moment peaceful. It was a perfect moment, truly, but then you took notice of the time flashing in the darkened room—11:50PM. Natasha's body jolted up when yours did, she attempted to see what was so wrong but you were racing out of the room. The sheet going with you to shield you from the cold, but more so from Liho's judgmental gaze as you scrambled around the kitchen in search of what you needed to end the special night.

Natasha was two seconds away from getting up herself to make sure you were okay, fortunately the bedroom door flew open, and the sight had her eyes glossing over with tears of pure joy. There you stood slightly panting from all the running, a soft yellow light illuminating your face, flickering about as you approached her. Never once did her eyes leave your face, you sang the traditional tune rather sillily, and so it completely threw her off for the way you ended the song., "S dnem ​​rozhdeniya tebya Natalia.," the tears fell, and you smiled softly at her while nodding to the candle, "Zagadat' zhelaniye."

(Happy Birthday Natalia.) (Make a wish)

Natasha wiped her tears from her cheeks, then she closed her eyes to give the illusion that she was thinking, her lips puckered and she blew a soft gust of air in your direction causing the room to be blanketed in darkness once more. Her hands clapped together to trigger your lamps, and she was graced with your beautiful smile as the lights beside the bed flickered on., "What did you wish for?," you teasingly asked while handing her the singular cupcake., "Nothing.," your brows furrowed skeptically., "Seriously, I have all I could possibly need right here detka, you're my greatest wish come true."

Natasha welcomed the kiss you leaned in for, she tasted of confectioners sugar as the icing on her tongue transferred to yours. The kiss was deep, but it wasn't heated in the slightest. It was one of those rare moments where the two of you got to just feel each other, the love flowing between the two of you without a word spoken. Natasha cherished the closeness while her mind was replaying the moment prior where she did make that silly birthday wish.

A wish that came to be a reality only a month later when she dropped down on one knee, swearing to give you all of her if you'd just say yes, and to her hearts truest desire you did..

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🥰 Kaitlyn 🥵

[loonylupinn]

WOW, I’m impressed, like really impressed😧😂

Anyhow, could I request a Remus Lupin fic where he reveals his feelings to you? It can literally be any type but Idk I’d just appreciate some more moony stuff and I think you capture him really well. <3

ah, i’m so glad you’re enjoying my stuff !! of course i can do that!! <33

eat, you’ll feel better

summary : remus confesses just feelings for the reader after a night in the hospital wing

warnings : just fluffy, mentions trouble eating but it’s due to the reader being sick, awkward teens

Remus was sure that the teachers of Hogwarts were out to get him. He thought he had been through enough torture in his lifetime, but it seemed that his professors did not see eye-to-eye with him. Between Professor McGonagall seating you next to him & Professor Slughorn making you his potions partner, he truly could not get away from you.

Not that he truly wanted to get away from you. No, he wanted to be near you more than anything, but it seemed his body hated when he was near you as it clammed up & trembled & his words came sharply & stuttering. There had to be something wrong with him. Even in his past endeavors he held himself gracefully, but you seemed to melt him to putty. It didn’t help that around the full moon he noticed everything about you, from the way your breaths came to how your heart rate flunctuated.

Meaning, he could see the way heat rose to your cheeks when he talked to you or how you heartbeat picked up when you would accidentally bump each other. How could I be so dumb? Of course, she’s scared of me. Who wouldn’t be?

Little did he know, you had also been noticing him. You noticed the way he spun his wand or how he tapped his foot absentmindedly while working. Some days you would even notice the bit of jelly still on his chin from breakfast, but who were you to say anything. You also noticed the galaxies of freckles spread on his face & the way his hair laid on his face. It was safe to say you were in awe of Remus Lupin.

This was all you could think about as Madam Pomfrey wiped a cold sponge over your face. She hummed lightly as she did so, hoping to bring some comfort to her newly ill student, but your sickly eyes were glazed over in thought as you pondered the technicalities of Remus’ being.

“I’ll go get you some water, darling,” Madam Pomfrey spoke, flitting away from your bed.

The flu was starting to go around Hogwarts. You thought you had just missed it until every girl in your dorm had gotten sick last week. You guessed you were just late to the game.

When Madam Pomfrey came back, she had various potion bottles, a mug of water & a piece of toast. She had always sworn that eating had made students feel better & that food was truly a medicine. She had scolded you when you said you hadn’t ate that day in fear of throwing it up & now you knew you would have to face that head on.

“Now, take your time eating. This isn’t a Great Hall feast, this is medicine. Eat it slowly & you’ll feel better.” You choked back a grumble & nodded hastily, sipping at the water.

It had been several minutes of you sipping your water & playing with toast when Professor McGonagall pushed upon the doors to the Hospital Wing with a huff. You could not see then, but Remus Lupin was leaning against her with all his might, deep gashes littering him & his throat howled so raw he could hardly speak.

“A bad one, is it?” Madam Pomfrey spoke, noticing the darkened circles on his face & sunken in look.

“Are there good ones?” Professor Mcgonagall jested but her tone came out pitiful as she lied the boy down in a bed across from you.

Remus had known you were in the wing since he stepped in. His senses would be heightened for the next several hours & he could feel your heartbeat the second he walked in; he even smelled your signature scent from the hallway. His mind tried to buzz with witty things to say or how to make himself look less scary, but all his thoughts were foggy with residue of the transformation. This had made him more grumpy towards the two ladies helping him.

You on the other hand, found his presence surprising. Of course, you knew Remus had scars but you always imagined they were from when he was younger. He was always so articulate in his mischief, you couldn’t fathom him getting caught in his plots. Your mind fumbled as he glared at the older ladies around him, wondering if he would send you the same threatening expression. But instead, he shifted awkwardly in his place & attempted to wave, which you returned all too quickly.

“You need to be finishing your toast,” Madam Pomfrey lectured & you felt yourself blush harshly as you hesitantly nibbled at the bread.

As the night went on, you found yourself asleep in the wing. The drowsiness had not taken you easily, as coughing fits came & muscle aches, but surely enough Madam Pomfrey had a calming potion that did the trick. This allowed Remus to watch you shamelessly. He was hypnotized by you in such a peaceful state, even if you had cold sweats layering your skin & your nose was rosy red with sniffling. He cringed with you as fever dreams took over, causing you to toss & turn relentlessly.

Two days from then you were released from the Hospital Wing. You weren’t feeling 100% better but teachers had complained about your absence, so you found yourself back in class. This was a surprise to our sweet werewolf, who was now fixing his hair hurriedly when you walked into Transfigurations. When you got closer, he could still see the residue of illness swept across you & he pitied you. He had seen how hard the flu had taken your body & wished most of all for you to return to the Hospital Wing, or even to your dorm.

“Did I miss any important notes?” You spoke, thinking you were an appropriate volume but truly Remus had to lean forward to hear your whisper.

“No, we’ve just been practicing these past couple days. I think we’re starting new notes today,” Remus explained, his words coming out too quickly & stumbling over each other, but you had always loved the way he spoke.

As class went on he wanted more than anything to ask you how you were feeling. He even daydreamed about rubbing your back or letting you fall asleep on his shoulder, but of course, you took your note diligently & without complaint. You, on the other hand, were daydreaming about tracing the pieces of skin you knew were newly formed injuries. You thought someone ought to kiss his injuries, to make sure the last thing he felt there was love & not hatred, but that was an absurd thing for you to suggest.

“I hope you’re feeling better,” You muttered & Remus was convinced he was dreaming. At first, he just nodded, racking his mind for something to say, but then the apples of his cheeks turned a gorgeous hue of red.

“You ever finish that toast?” He joked, remembering the hours you had spent forcing it down your scratchy throat. You chuckled shyly.

“You saw that?” I saw everything.

“I noticed,” Was all he could force out.

“Yeah, I ate the toast,” You explained, happy that he noticed anything about you. He was happy that your heart rate was starting to lower, as he was sure he was dismantling your fear of him.

Later that night, in the Great Hall during dinner, you had waved shyly to Remus. His heart stopped for a moment & then responded with a small smile. He knew that James, Sirius & Peter had caught the gesture, but they would not ridicule their friend so close to his transformation.

As the feast went on, you two found yourselves staring at each other. Not in a sinister sense, but he would lazily smile at you as you stared or you would fake cheers your glass to him, causing a grin to erupt on both him & Sirius’ face, as the raven haired boy was also facing you.

“You didn’t eat,” You questioned Remus as the students were released to their common rooms.

“Nothing slips by you,” He responded sharply, his wits back to normal after several days of healing from the full moon.

“I try my best,” You replied, just as quickly, making Remus grin.

You two walked happily together down the halls in silence, but both of your minds were racking for something to say. You two felt tortured being in each other’s presences but being so empty as far as interaction went. But, Remus felt full of confidence tonight & full of boldness. That may have been because of the small comments Sirius was making to him all dinner about how he needed to “stop dilly dallying & just snog her already”. He made a note to thank his friend if everything went well.

“Do you try your best with everyone?” Remus asked & you hummed in confusion, shocked that he had broken the silence. “To notice things.” He clarified. You should’ve guessed he would catch that, he was one of the wittiest boys you knew. Oh, how dumb you had been to think you could sneak that comment by him.

“Not everyone,” You admitted sheepishly, your mind whirling for something to say. “Why?”

“Well, I just like being noticed by you,” He choked out, his heart finally catching up to what he was doing & now he was incredibly anxious for your response. “Wanted to know if I was special,” He said pathetically, but the phrase caught your heart gracefully nonetheless.

“Of course you are. Or, at least in my book,” You reassured, offering the boy a smile.

“& if you were special in mine?” He asked impatiently, becoming hurried in his need to know your heart & mind as well as he knew your vitals.

You only hummed in confusion, unsure of why you would be special to Remus Lupin when he had three of the best friends in the world, great grades, loads of fun & frequently hung around the prettiest girl in school, Lily Evans. If he was golden you were bronze, or maybe you hardly made silver. Still, there was no way you two were on the same level.

“You’re special to me,” Remus clarified.

“Yeah, best potion partner ever,” You meant for your tone to be joking but it came out laced with bitterness & Remus saw a flash of self loathing flare across your eyes.

“No- I mean yes, but no. I,” He paused to take a deep breath, trying to keep his anxieties under control. “I want to know you. On a deeper sense. You’re one of my favorite people to ,,,, um, notice.” The confession was jumbled up & awkward but you had caught the sense of it nonetheless.

“You’re a bit bad at this,” You whispered, unsure of what to say other than true bluntness. It was your way of coping in awkward situations, but of course Remus knew this.

“Would you like me to be more direct, Miss Y/L/N?” He mocked & you chuckled, staring at your shoes & nodding. You wanted more than anything to hear him say the words.

“You’re special because you’re gorgeous. & I really fancy you. & I know you fear me & you probably should, but I fancy you nonetheless,” His words had started confident & simmered down at the word fear. You were puzzled as to why you would fear him, but carried on either way.

“You know, theyd write gothic literature about us,” You responded & he looked at you puzzled. “The girl falls in love with the fearful boy in a castle far from home. That’s the kind of thing that goes down in history in the muggle world.”

“Well, I guess we’ll make history then,” Remus offered, but his face looked green & his pupils were dilated from anxiety.

“You look ill,” You said, your bluntness bubbling up once again but you were happy when Remus chuckled. In a moment of cleverness, you pulled a piece of candy from your robe pocket & offered it to him.

“What’s this for? Do I get candy every time I tell you I fancy you?” You laughed & shook your head.

“You look ill & food is the best medicine,” You explained, quoting Madam Pomfrey. “Eat, you’ll feel better.”

“Thank you, darling,” Remus mumbled as he met the Gryffindor Common Room door. You nodded & kissed his cheek, a gesture he would hurriedly tell James about.

As you skipped away from him, you found yourself giggling like a child. You had been clever & precise & even funny around the Remus Lupin. & while this all seemed silly, Remus was in his dorms, sucking on the candy you had given him & repeating the way you lulled the words out melodically. ‘If she said it like that every transformation instead of Madam Pomfrey, I’d be much happier to transform,’ he thought as the phrase rung through his mind.

Eat, you’ll feel better.

[mercurywaters]

feel like crying tbh 🥹 thank you so much!!!!

I almost had a heart attack the other night because I couldn’t find the bachelor Fexi fic because I thought @nothing-goldstays wrote it but then I remembered it was @mercurywaters….I was so relieved because I was about to cry 😂

Keep on doing the lords work besties cause all your fics keep me going 🥰

Happy birthday @mercurywaters !!

[sandorcentral]

Welcome Home (Sandor x Reader, NSFW)

Pairing: Sandor Clegane x F!Reader

Summary:  It was requested I write a fic in an AU where Sandor survives Season 8 and is married to Sansa's seamstress, in which Sandor is reunited with his wife and things get..spicey. 

Wordcount:  2435

Rating:  Explicit

Warnings: canon divergence, swearing, explicit language, Sandor being mildly sexually aggressive, Sandor fucking BITES and I do not take criticism on this, me not writing dialogue for Sandor very well, size kink, cunnilingus, penetrative sex, unprotected sex. 

A/N:  I suck at writing for Sandor but this is only my first attempt.  Be kind, and comment if you feel so inclined. (:

Also I'll be reblogging this later with the AO3 link.

You'd tossed and turned all night.   Every night without Sandor by your side was fitful.  A generous quantity of wine before bed helped, just not enough. You had spent so many years comforted by your husband's warmth and sheer size that it just didn't feel right trying to find slumber without Sandor's arms wrapped around you, his warm breath and soft snores in your ear.  The burly mastiff that the Clegane house had provided as a wedding gift those years ago huffed and curled up behind your knees, attempting to provide you with the company you were so sorely lacking.  The pressure of the massive dog leaning into you was all that encouraged you to somnolence, as you imagined a much more substantial hound was providing you the warmth needed for rest.

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The sharp clank of your door's lock shifting roused you instantly.  The mastiff sprang to its paws and a growl rose from deep in its chest, but a heavy gauntleted hand patted the creature's head and calmed it instantly.  "All right, you bloody mutt.  That's a good dog."  

It felt like a dream, hearing that deep rasp.  It had been a dream on so many occasions since Sandor left to accompany Queen Sansa on her visit to consult Bran in the Crownlands.  You'd slept so little the entire time he had been absent that it felt like a vision, suddenly seeing your husband's towering visage before you. 

After shoeing your mastiff into the hall, Sandor sat down heavily before you on the bed, and discarded his gauntlets upon the floor.  The moment you sat up he captured your face in large, calloused hands and kissed you with a ferocity that took your breath away.  His kisses could be harsh but his lips were soft, save for the fur around his mouth that tickled you.  For a lingering moment you wondered if this perfect moment was indeed just another dream.

With a low rumble under his breath Sandor pulled away, planting the softest kiss upon your forehead, before wrapping huge arms around you and folding you against his chest.  If there were seven heavens then this was indubitably one of them, surrounded by your husband's warmth, the light musk of his skin, and his fingers absent-mindedly stroking your bed-befuddled hair.  

  

"I was wondering if you were ever coming back," you jested quietly, turning your face up to meet Sandor's gaze.  Your chiding words were immediately punished by sharp teeth nipping at your lips, followed by a tender kiss where he'd now left a light red mark.  You clutched his thickly furred jaw in both hands, thumbs occasionally ghosting over his cheekbones, almost trying to convince yourself he was real.  

Sandor leaned back, suddenly looking lost.  He got like this sometimes, especially following any significant absence of you.  Originally you only saw this reaction out of him when you'd stroke or kiss the marred half of his face; you'd always loved pressing your lips to that downward-drooping brow.  It had bewildered Sandor for the longest, the fact that not only did you have no qualms about looking at him, you had no apprehensions about touching his melted skin.  An almost tranced expression overcame his face, his thumb stroking your cheek absent-mindedly as you moved closer to him.  

"I missed you," Sandor rumbled hoarsely, his wolfish gaze of his good eye dropping to your lips.  

"And I love you."

"Mm. Daft as always," Sandor grunted, with his tiny quirk of a smile, before kissing you once more with fervor.    

"I was going to offer you wine but you already taste like it," you chuckled against his mouth.  You had long since begun to associate the deep sugary flavor of red wine with Sandor's coarsely furred lips, and you were perfectly fine with that.  

"What the fuck else am I supposed to do on that ride back?  Besides.  The Broken King can afford Dornish red." 

"Don't call him that."  You gave Sandor the same puppy eyes you did when he casually insulted any of your acquaintances in the Stark family.  

Sandor snorted and suddenly you were being pushed back onto the bed.  "Quit your talking," he rasped.  "We've got lost time to make up for."   

You weren't about to argue with the huge man as his lips found your neck and he deftly undid the lacing of your dress until it loosened from your shoulders, revealing your chest and stomach to him.  Looking you up and down, Sandor absent-mindedly drew his lower lip between his teeth.  He looked hungry, not unlike the way he appeared when he was itching for a fight to start.  

More lacings came undone and more harsh kisses and bites ensued.  Sandor worked his way down your body, nipping at your collarbone then showing delicacy to your nipples - swirling his tongue around them until you shivered and tightened your fingers' grip in his hair.  You loved the fact that his hands were more than large enough to entirely encompass each of your breasts in his palms, and that his mouth was deft in his exploration of your body. 

It was not long before Sandor was wriggling your dress over your hips and discarding it upon the floor, before taking a moment to admire the form of his wife, drinking in your visage.  He had this way of smiling at you that didn't quite reach his mouth but the crinkles around his eyes betrayed that he was pleased.  He ran one large, rough hand down your side and over the sharp curve of your hip, before taking your knee and spreading you open before him.  

He kissed your inner thighs delicately, starting near your knees and moving closer and closer to your core.  His beard tickled you here and there but that was soon forgotten when his warm mouth reached your nub, his large tongue languidly lapping up and down your folds.  One calloused hand gripped the junction where your thigh met your hip, while the other tentatively stroked your entrance, gauging how ready you were.  

"Sandor, please," you breathed, and that was all he needed.  Two long, thick fingers slid into you, before curving upward in a come-hither motion, stroking the spot inside you that made your eyes roll back immediately.  His talented tongue swirling around your nub had you shuddering uncontrollably and tightening around his fingers, making Sandor sigh against you in satisfaction - a low noise that reverberated through your core and had your thighs quivering on either side of his head.  

Your fingers twisted in his hair, attempting to gather long locks away from his face the way he would for you when your mouth was full of his cock.  Gasps and mutters of his name fell from your lips as you felt shocks snaking up through your body.  His fingers quickened their pace, bringing you closer and closer to the edge, as he suckled at your nub like his life depended on it.  

For a moment you looked down at the tantalizing man between your legs, overcome with the fact that it was him you had managed to marry and that was pleasuring you, the Hound, that was exploring you so intimately.  Years of being together had never dulled this exhilaration; had never lessened the inherent excitement of being ravished by this notoriously huge, powerful man.  For a moment his "good" eye met your gaze; the other eye was too weighed down by his maimed, melted brow to see you at such an angle. 

"Sandor, I'm -"  Your voice cut off suddenly, unable to process the amount of sensation coursing through you. 

In response he slipped a third finger into you, at which point you were certain he was not simply enjoying playing with you, he was getting you ready.  "Go ahead."  His rasping voice rumbling against you, and the sudden crook of his fingers inside you against that special spot was all you needed.  You tightened your grip in Sandor's hair and cried out as stars burst behind your eyelids, your back arching up off the bed.  

A fewmioments and Sandor sat up as you lay quivering and spent, wiping your moisture from his lips and beard.  His eyes were dark with lust, and he was breathing nearly as hard as you were.  

As you slowly came down from the high that his ministrations provided, you had the pleasure of watching Sandor stand and shed his layers.  He was quite adept at undoing his own armor, the result of having never accepted a squire, swiftly leaving him in the loose small-clothes that were your honor to remove.  You sat up, still remarkably shaky in the legs, and took the hem of his tunic in your hands.  You laid a kiss upon each section of your husband's flesh that you revealed, savoring the soft tickle of the dark hair that covered the expanse of his broad chest and abdomen.  

Tunic removed, you graduated down to the buttons of his trousers, teasingly avoiding the swelling you encountered.  Your husband's arousal was no small thing to avoid - to your original intrigue and dismay, you had discovered Sandor was exactly as well-endowed as one would assume a man of his stature might be. You kissed the deep brown fur from his collarbone to his navel, while your hands worked on freeing him from the confines of his trousers.  

Cloth slipped over his hips and Sandor sighed in relief, his stiffened length no longer uncomfortably restrained.  You began laying adoring kisses on your husband's stomach, following the thick trail of brown curls from his navel to his root.  A low rumble worked its way out of the huge man as you placed more kisses on either side of his cock, his warm shaft just barely grazing your cheek.  

"Enough," Sandor growled, taking a handful of your hair, and once again you found yourself being gripped by the shoulder and pushed back onto the bed, though with more fervor this time.  He crawled onto the bed after you, a hungry, predatory gleam in his eyes as he moved atop you.  

Sandor clutched your face in both large hands, resting his forehead against yours.  His breath was hot on your face and his  warm member slid back and forth over your entrance, his leaking length heavy and rubbing against your nub.  You squirmed a little in anticipation beneath Sandor as his tip sought your entrance.

Sandor's lips found yours again before he leaned into you, the weight of his body driving his cock home.  You gasped sharply, all of you tensing as he filled you suddenly and nearly to the hilt, your fingers tangling frantically in your husband's llong hair. You couldn't blame him - he was desperate, he needed to be one with his wife after all this time, but that didn't change the fact that in his urgency Sandor was forgetting you might need some extra time to adjust to him after all these moons of his absence.  

Sandor drew back, his lips exploring from your jaw to your ear. Your nails dug into his shoulders and you yelped as he bottomed out in you with the next thrust; he still wasn't even buried to the hilt.  With a few insistent strokes the burn of him stretching you began to fade, or it became easier to ignore when Sandor filling you to the brim was sending shocks resonating through your core.  

If you really needed convincing to ignore the short-lived pain of his entrance, Sandor sank his teeth into the side of your neck, distracting you with a sensation he knew you responded well to.  The bite was sharp but sent a delicious, dull ache resonating through you as he held on, like a dog mounting its bitch.  You were fully aware that this would be a blue or purple bruise tomorrow, the way his teeth were baring into you, but you didn't care.  In fact the prospect excited you particularly.  Few things satisfied you as much as visible reminders that you belonged to the Hound - it was your honor to wear the marks of the Clegane dog claiming you, branded in your own misplaced blood.  Perhaps one day that honor would be worn as a swollen belly full of Sandor's pups.  

You wrapped your legs snugly around his midsection, allowing a less overwhelming angle as his pace began to pick up rapidly.  What had been relatively methodical strokes were now frantic and restless, eliciting gasps and shrill moans from you every time Sandor's cock came up against that wall deep inside you, sending tendrils of sharp pleasure up through you.  Your eyes rolled back in your head and the rest of the world began to drop away, nothing existing in that moment but your union with Sandor; the musk of his skin surrounding you, the tickle of his dark helical strands falling around your face, the breath-taking sensation of him filling you relentlessly.  He was absolutely intoxicating.  

The force of his rutting eventually sent you over the edge again, and you cried out frantically enough that you stuffed your own fist into your mouth with celerity.  Sandor immediately grasped your wrist, holding your hand captive above your head.  "No," he snarled, gripping the hair of the back of your head, "let them hear what I'm doing to you."  Undoubtedly referring to adjacent rooms in the castle.  You whimpered against Sandor's furred lips, unable to control your body tightening around him convulsively, drawing from him his own climax.  Sandor took your throat between his teeth with a low snarl as he suddenly spilled into you, his warm seed filling you to the point of overflowing.  

You kept your legs tightened around your husband's waist as he loosened his teeth on your flesh and rested his damp forehead against the swoop of your shoulder. You were unwilling to experience the absence of him within your body just yet.  Sandor's cock still pulsed and twitched, his breath ragged on your neck, as your insides milked the last few drops out of him. 

A small whine escaped you as Sandor withdrew slowly, settling beside you on the bed and collecting you to his chest.  You nuzzled against the soft curls of his collarbone and gently entwined your legs with his.  "I love you," Sandor rumbled sleepily, resting his chin atop your head.  

"Welcome home, love."  You laid a languid series of tender kisses beneath his jaw, though Sandor was already snoring softly, arms still clasped solidly around you.  You smiled against his chest, and it wasn't long until you fell into the only peaceful sleep you'd found in fortnights.  

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Seers' Miscellany

Prologue: Origins of the first bloom

A circular fic for the Dainsleif mini-series I'll be working on. This will be the introduction; of the evanescent bough keeper of the new world. "Observers of the North do not usually wind up in personal business, but when they do, in their wake comes great shifting of the plates of the timelines." Logs of the stag and the delicate flower.

Pairings -> Dainsleif x Reader; Reader is NOT Traveler

Word Count -> 1579

Themes -> Pretty sad, but also fluffy

Chapters -> 1

Warnings -> Story progression takes a while, oh dear why am I doing this now, I'm so busy

"500 mora; and three answered questions."

He's not really sure what lead him to indulge the requests of a simple adventurer when he made his rounds around the city of freedom. Was it the simple need for currency? It couldn't be, he was better off with other commissions that Katheryne could offer.

Was it the desperation in your voice and eyes? You looked at him like a prophet, your only salvation, and perhaps in this context that may be true. You were but a lone adventurer and the way your weight leans heavier on one foot shows your struggle to those who have keen eyes like him, no other person wished to indulge your needs and you were getting desperate.

Or was it the three questions? Dainsleif have yet to hear such contractual obligations before, but it felt as tho it was the most important part of the agreement he took the moment you pleaded with that soft voice. Humble yet resolved, not letting him walk away without at least considering it once.

And so he found himself traversing the land of the wolves through a dangerous path, where you skip ahead with a gait of happiness, bubbly and energetic enough to surpass even his long legs. You hummed without consideration at the glee of finally having a companion, and he did not mind it at the slightest despite the attention it may bring upon your little party.

"First question," Dainsleif fleeted his gaze away from the horizon to turn to you whom slowed your pace to match his, head looking over your shoulder with a wide grin. "How are you?" So innocent.

He huffs in amusement, the most emotion you've seen of him. "You don't need to waste a contract question for such a simple question, you know," he stands behind you as you crouch down on a shrubbery filled with Wolfhooks. Your main objective for visiting Wolvendom in the first place.

You assured him that you meant your question in every way possible as your hands carefully pick at the herbs, wary of the thorns and the intrusive prickly leaves. Despite your attention turned away from him he knows you await his answer. Dainsleif hums to himself and stops—

How is he? What does he truly feel in this moment of his time?

A simple question yet risked for one of the three inquiries agreed upon definitely holds a deeper meaning. His train of spiraling thoughts halts upon the sound of otherwordly grunts and chants as he turns away from your still busy form (you seem very focused on your foraging) to find three Hilichurls approaching with ill intent.

Dainsleif squints at the impending threat before shooting a final glance to make sure you weren't looking. His arm glows blue as he raises it, power in the form of blue swirling mist surges around him - how are you? The feeling brings him back to vague memories of his past, of the energy rising through him at his expeditions with an old companion, of the thrill spent upon encountering the unexpected. Such thoughts are not vivid but the familiarity of what he is experiencing right now was enough for him.

Though he was sure that there were no camps before they went through this route.

"You asked me how I am," he spoke when you finally turned from the bush with an armful of Wolfhooks on your arsenal, confusion on your face at the sight of downed Hilichurls and the side profile of the bough keeper.

His cerulean eyes were fixated at his left hand that he repeatedly closes and opens for a few seconds, before he fully turns to you (your eyes did not miss the blue glow from underneath his cape, where his right arm should be) with a wisp of a smile, "I feel alive right now."

You reciprocated the gesture with a wide grin, "I'm glad to hear that!"

A majority of the wolfhooks gathered where given to the little Botanist Chloris, the seller of flowers, who looked relieved and ecstatic upon your arrival. Something Dainsleif took great notice of. Carefully handing over the berries and some which you had to pluck singularly from your companion's flowy cape, the little girl gave you her Valberries in exchange.

It was sweet and familiar, something Dainsleif took note as he accepted your offer of the fruit despite his none need for sustenance.

Your little chewing sounded through as you two settled on the humble camp you managed to setup with your supply for a single individual. There was a little hole in the middle for a campfire Dainsleif had made the effort to prepare knowing the coldness the night will bring soon enough, and your fragile form is not something he wishes to bargain now. Is that really the reason? Perhaps in the back of his mind, he was really just working on forgotten routines.

"Second question," his footstep at the edge of the camp halts as he turns once again, where you sat on the mat as tonight's bedding, hands flicking to remove the stray juices of the berries. He stood still in wait before he goes back to his mini mission of getting fire wood.

"Go on," he urged when you stood a minute longer in silence.

"Do you like traveling, Dain?" Easy enough, he simply said yes and left when you ended the conversation with a nod.

When he came back with the wood and tinder bundle for easy spreading, out of the corner of his eye he watched your hands work on the mortal and pestle as you grinded the remaining wolfhooks on your person. The fire started the moment he was done setting up the kindling and your face filled with admiration at the sudden and immediate spark, praising him for his quick work.

Dainsleif is both talkative and not, and at times he finds himself rambling to the wind. The moments of the night passed without much details until he found himself talking about his past adventures with his old companion, of the world they've seen together and the now estranged relationship between them.

His responses were sometimes cryptic unintentionally, and he apologizes when there are things about it that he couldn't answer simply because he could not remember. When silence struck after he finished his tales and meal, the beautiful spike in his eyes found yours gleaming despite the drowsiness pulling at your whole feature.

"I'm glad you're very fond of traveling. If not, I wouldn't have met you," and he wouldn't have taken the commission. Dainsleif's eyes flashed in recognition, finally understanding the meaning behind your second question. Somehow this little commission deal turned into a silent back and forth quip of him understanding past your simple inquiries.

Like a little game he muses on with his curious mind.

That night you rested with the extra comfort of his eccentric cape, something you needed more than him as he gazes over the clear night sky. His eyes silently traced the galaxy of stars while the sound of your whispered breathing accompanies his sleepless night.

The last question and that last of your very quick expedition came the next day at the cliffside overlooking the lair sealed by winds.

Your fingers were dusted by the violet paste of grinded wolfhooks long consumed the night prior, stained fingers gripping the thin and fragile stem of the yellow dandelion in its grasp. It was his great observation that let him realize the disaster that happened now but even his foresight could not prepare him for what has to come.

"Third question," his head snapped down to watch your ethereal face don a calm smile, the sun's setting light kissing your cheeks in the right angle that matched that of the clean clouds above. Your eyes silently questioned his unfocused gaze but he only shook his head.

Don't worry about it. "I know this last question would end the commission with you," your voice trembled in both fear and fatigue but Dainsleif didn't force you to preserve your strength like he should. "But I wanted to ask, maybe tomorrow again,

do you want to be my traveling companion?"

The hand that clutched the Dandelion found it way to the side of his mask, the petals brushing against his eyelids as he looks down at you with an eye. A ghost of a smile lingers on his lips as he leans on your hand.

"It would be my pleasure."

Life momentarily flashed over your orbs before you let out a sharp exhale and a breathless, joyous laughter. Relief overtook the tension that laid on your shoulders, and your hand would have dropped to the ground immediately if he had not gripped it on the last second.

"That sounds good. I've always wanted to travel the world," he pulls the cape closer around your form as your eyelids droop to a close. And he witness another breathe, "It was supposed to be today, but I feel really tired today, I'll rest early too if that's okay."

He rose from the ground with you in his arms, "I'll be here."

"Mmm thank you... good... night."

"Good night, little dandelion."

And perhaps that distant memory from faraway had urged him to invite and indulge, when he saw the same spark of intrigue and desperation, of the warmth of carefree days in front of him.

"But I will require advance payment,

500 Mora, and three answered questions."

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Insomnia

-Idol ~ Kun

-Genre ~ Sick Fic, Smut, Fluff

-Warnings ~ insomnia, lack of appetite & weight loss, pillow princess by force, oral (f receiving), passionate fucking, dry humping? (she's half naked but he's fully dressed), daddy kink, rough sex, choking, degradation,

-Word Count ~ 2.9k+

-Synopsis ~ Sleeping never comes easy to. You've tried everything from exercising, to warm milk. Maybe the one thing you've been missing is some late night loving?

-A/n ~ loosely inspired by sky Insomnia, the rose insomnia, and dreamcatcher sleep-walking. best to listen to any of those songs as you read it, might help set the mood even though those are all break up songs lmfao. I also have my ko-fi link in my bio help raise more money to help me buy essentials for my emotional support animal, I cannot work at the minute because of my treatment for type 1 bipolar disorder, and door dash doesn't allow me to save up abundantly enough, if you could even only share it I would greatly appreciate it. anyway hope you enjoy this and thank you for reading

Sleep and you have always had a complicated relationship. Fighting sleep as a kid, climbing out of your bed after your parents tucked you in, playing with your toys until you passed out among us. At sleepovers you were always the one who stayed up all night, too excited to actually get tired.

As a teenager spending nights before school desperately trying to finish homework, staying up until the early morning hours, quickly taking a shower before running to the bus. If you had no assignments your crush at the time would distract you, joking and blushing until it was time to leave for school, bags under your eyes prominent, but the loss of sleep was worth it.

Now the only thing you wanted was to sleep.

Insomnia took over your life. Staying up sometimes days at a time, struggling to calm your racing thoughts that were determined to keep you up at night. They won most nights. Laying in your bed, struggling to get comfortable or staring up at the ceiling, willing sleep to overtake you. Even with the medication from the doctor you struggled to get more than 3 hours a night.

You tried other remedies too. Drinking warm milk with cinnamon and vanilla, the warm concoction soothing but never tiring you out. Exercising before bed that truly made you feel amazing but never worked to tire you out, only forcing you to feel the soreness in your body as you laid in bed. No electronics before bed helped you finish multiple books series that you had wanted to start but never had time for, but didn't work.

Everything you tried was in vain. Sleep continued to evade you, and it only took a higher toll on your physical body.

Your appetite started to lessen, your weight slowly declined. The bags under your eyes only got deeper and darker. Concerns about your physical state came form your friends, their worries growing as you continued to get worst and worst. It came to a peak when you almost passed out at an outing, shaky from the constant stream of caffeine that you were consuming in order to function properly, your eyes fluttering close as you collapsed into their arms. Concern was properly covering their face, and they rushed you to the hospital, you were too weak to even try and decline them.

At the hospital they gave you strict instructions to stay home and rest, with someone watching you over to make sure that you were properly taken care of. Along with instructions you got even stronger medication, 20 mgs stronger than what you were currently taking.

Kun being the thoughtful person he is offered to watch you while you were on bedrest. He was the best candidate out of your friends, the others practically pushing you to accept him.

Kun has been the best assistant? nurse? friend that you could ask for. Constantly at your beck and call making sure that you were drinking plenty of water, cooking you fresh homemade meals, and making sure your medication was taken on time. Along with that he also did the awkward task of helping you to the bathroom, since you were still shaky and weak at times.

He did this all without complaint, catering to you everyday and making sure that you were cared for. Sometimes when he wasn't busy with his own work he would sit and watch a drama with you, or just engage in conversation telling you about his day, and the funny things he did and heard.

Having him helping you 24/7 for 2 weeks straight, had caused some unwelcome feelings. Your friends weren't surprised at that, having been part of the reason why they suggested he did it, knowing your past feelings for him. With only a week left of your bedrest you were saddened at the thought that he was leaving, going back to only talking to him once or twice a week whenever the friend group hung out.

Kun had actually been the one who surprised you. Seeing that you were still up one night, thoughts of him running through your mind when he entered your room. Upon seeing you awake he sat on your bed, holding your hand as you asked what's up. You weren't truthful. Who would be truthful in that scenario? 'Hey actually I was up thinking about my crush on you and the desire that I constantly have to kiss you."

You were positive that wouldn't have gone through well.

Kun rubbed your hand soothingly, listening patiently to you as you lied about what you were thinking about, fake worries and complaints about going back to work. Offering you advice was always Kun's strong suit so you were ready for some good advice despite your lies.

That's what got you in this peculiar position.

Lip tucked tightly between your teeth, the taste of copper on your tongue. One hand grasping at the pillow behind you squeezing it tightly between your fingers, the other intertwined with dark blue hair as you tried not to pull too hard.

Kun thought the best thing to clear your mind was sex, and who were you to deny his generous offer.

You felt your hips jerking as tongue pressed his tongue against your hole, shallowly fucking into you. His free hand rubbed up your thigh, the sensation combining with him eating you out causing your mind to start to go blurry. His hand continued to glide up, before pressing down on your hips, forcing them down on the bed.

Without the ability to move you could only lie there as he continued to tongue fuck you. The fire in your stomach increasing, and Kun seemed to know it as he kissed your clit before sucking on it aggressively, causing your first orgasm to rip through your body.

Kun continued his ministrations, licking up your cum causing the fire to come back threefold. Kun sucked on your clit, flicking his tongue over it as you wriggled from the sensitivity. He seemed to be made for this, the way his tongue knew the perfect ways to fuck you open, and he hadn't even involved his fingers or cock yet.

Pulling away from your cunt you saw your juices covering Kun's mouth leaking down his chin. His hair was sticking every which way how you were messing, and pulling on it. Kun looked like all of your wet dreams had happened to come through.

"So pretty." A laugh let his mouth, a smiling spreading over his lips.

"Wish you could see yourself," Kun slid his hand up and down your thigh, rubbing it soothingly, "You're gorgeous. I've been wanting to do this for so long."

Kun changed the positions so that you were on top, straddling his thighs. You could feel his cock straining against his jeans, rubbing over your oversensitive clit in the best way possible. A whimper left your mouth as you started to rock on him, but Kun stilled your hips. His hand slid to your chin, rubbing his thumb along the side of your jaw.

"Can I kiss you?" You didn't bother answering, meeting him halfway. His chapped lips moved against your own as if you've done it before, there was a familiarity to it that made you wrap your arms around his neck pulling him flush against your chest. Sliding his hands up and down your body, lips moving in sync against yours. You nipped at his lip, causing a loud groan to leave his mouth as he opened it for you. Sliding your tongue into his mouth you reveled in the feeling of him taking dominance. His hands gripping your ass tightly, his tongue roughly dancing with yours.

You pulled away, placing your hips on his shoulders as you continued to grind against him. Another groan leaving his mouth as he moved you against him, forcing you to press down harder and faster against him.

"God baby." He leaned back as he looked at you, admiring the way you moved against him, needy and wanting to cum again. "You're so need baby. Who's got you like this hm?" You dropped your head back, continuing to rock your hips against his. Kun felt his cock twitching in his pants at the sight, grabbing the back of your neck and pulling you close to him, placing kisses along your neck and collarbones.

"Kun I need you." You tried to sound strict but it came breathy, a moan following it as he kisses over your jugular, nipping at it before listening to your 'command'. Flipping you over he gave you a peck, before pulling away to take off his clothes. You decided to join him stripping out of your shirt and throwing it across the room.

Kun crawled back over you, but he stopped just taking the time to stare at you.

"I need to say this before. I'm not just fucking you because of your insomnia, I'm not just fucking you to fuck you." Kun intertwined your fingers, "I really like you. I don't want this to just not mean anything to you, when I really like you. Even thought we're doing this backward I hope you can at least think of going on a date with me." You felt your face heat up, and the familiar feeling of fluttering in your stomach at his confession. Placing your hand on his cheek you leaned up, placing a quick kiss on his lips.

"I like you too Kun. More than I can put words to." A big smile spread across his face as he leaned down, showering your face with kisses. "But if you don't put your dick in me right now, you might not ever get that date." A laugh left his mouth as he placed one last kiss against your check, before grabbing the base of his cock and rubbing it up and down your cunt. Collecting some of your juices over his tips he looked down as he pressed into you, muttering a fuck at the sight of you taking him in so well. You threw your head back feeling the fuzziness come back, feeling how well he slid into you.

When Kun bottomed out he placed your still intertwined hands on the pillow beside you, his other hand sliding back to your hip.

"Fuck you feel so good." He growled as he waited for you to adjust, feeling your tight walls practically sucking him in.

"Please move. Please I need you." Kun placed a gentle kiss on your pouty lips before pulling. Thrusting back into you he set a slow pace, being gentle with you not forgetting that you were still on bed rest. Your other arm wrapped around his neck, pulling you closer to him. Feeling skin against skin as he continued to slowly fuck you, enjoying the feeling of him being close to you.

It was more intimate than it should've been, being the first time that you two were having sex but with Kun it felt right. This was more love making than casual fucking and you wouldn't have it any other way. The coil in your stomach started to tighten, Kun's groans helping greatly to push you towards the edge, but the pace he had set wasn't doing it for you.

"Kun." He slowed down, hearing the desperation in your voice and not wanting to hurt you.

"Yes baby? Am I hurting you?" You could hear the slight panic in his voice and shook your head, before meeting his eyes.

"Faster please. I need you rougher." Kun pushed your hair back, before cupping your cheek.

"Are you sure? I don't want to hurt you, you were just hospitalized."

"Please fuck me harder. I need you to ruin me daddy." At your words Kun's eyes darkened and without warning he thrust into you hard, causing a punched out moan to leave your mouth.

The mood changed just the way you needed it to, instead of being slow love sex Kun was fucking you. Hips meeting during every perfectly timed thrust, hitting deep within you as the sound of his balls smacking against your ass filled the room. He let go of your hand, instead opting to grab your waist and pulled you to meet him halfway on every thrust.

Ceaseless moans leaving your lips at the feeling of him fucking into you so beautifully, filling every inch of you. Opening your eyes that hadn't even realized had closed you were met by the sight of Kun, sweat glistening over his abs and dripping down his face. His hair plastered to his forehead, as he bit his lip harshly trying to hold back his groans. Your neighbors should really thank him for having some self control.

Kun slowed down as he lifted your legs up, pushing them towards your chest, folding you in half as he continued his rough pace. This new position causing you to feel him in your chest, the feeling of fullness completely overtaking you as you orgasmed for the second time. He fucked you through your orgasm, the tingly feeling spreading towards your hips as overstimulation set in. Even though his cock was dragging against your walls beautifully, blunt tip pressing into your g spot it started to get painful.

The feeling of it being too much, but not enough at the same time. Tears welling up in your eyes, as Kun pressed against your legs pushing them back further and forcing his cock impossibly deeper.

"F-fuck daddy please." You didn't even know what you were begging for anyway, him effectively fucking you dumb, his hands gripping your thighs tightly to the point where you knew you'd have bruises the next day.

"So tight around me, your pussy is sucking me in even after two orgasms? What's wrong baby? Two isn't enough, you need me to milk another one out of you?" You couldn't respond to him, only listened to him as he spoke, groans leaving his mouth harmonizing with your moans almost.

"Poor baby is fucked dumb," A cruel laugh left his mouth as he stuffed two fingers into your mouth. You sucked on his fingers, twirling your tongue around them. "Can't even speak, only babble and suck on my fingers huh? Lucky you're so cute. You liked being called dumb huh? Can feel the way you're pussy clenched around me? Must be close again." You could only let out a muted moan, Kun's fingers still pressed against your tongue, gagging you effectively.

Pulling his fingers out of your mouth he slid his hand around your throat, tapping his too soaked fingers on the side of your neck.

"So close baby. So. fucking. close." Punctuating his words with an extra hard thrust in between you had lost the ability to think, his hand gently around your neck, more like an accessory but just at the thought of him choking you felt yourself drooling, his thrusts still reaching that spot inside of you that was so deep it'd never been touched before.

As if hearing your thoughts, Kun's hand tightened around your throat, pressing you against the mattress. You came at that moment, Kun's tip hitting your g spot perfectly. Your eyes rolled back as you felt like you had exploded, all of your energy draining out of you with your third orgasm of the night.

At the feeling of you clenching around him so tightly, practically holding you in place Kun pulled out and quickly jerked himself off, cumming over your lower stomach. Kun marveled at the sight of you laid out below him, lips swollen from biting them, hair frizzy from rubbing against the pillow, his white cum painting your stomach, a light red mark around your neck from his hand.

Kun let you sit for a couple minutes before carrying you to the bathroom for a well needed shower. Setting you on the toilet, he let you pee while he started the warm. When you were finished and the water was warm enough Kun helped you into the shower, letting you lean against him as he started to clean the cum from your body.

"Are you okay?" You looked up at Kun, basking in the feeling of the warm water running down your body as Kun rubbed the soapy loofa over your body.

"Never felt better." A crooked smile spread across your face, too tired to even continue the conversation. Kun kissed you on your temple , seemingly sensing it and helped you rinse out. After getting you redressed and back into your bed with clean sheets, Kun went to go to the living room until you grabbed his arm.

"Can you stay?" Even after having sex Kun was still nervous to sleep in the bed with you, but he obliged hearing your soft, sleepy voice. Climbing into bed with you he pulled you into his chest, wrapping his arms around you.

"Thank you." Kun hummed, the vibration spreading through his chest and making you giggle.

"For?"

"Taking care of me." Kun placed another kiss on your head.

"You don't have to thank me. I wanted to care for you. Now get some sleep." Cuddling further into Kun, the beat of his heart along with the rise and fall of his chest lulled you to sleep.

For the first time in years, you slept like a baby.

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1) Gimme Gimme | Mature | 5957 words

He dragged himself to his bedroom and flopped down face-first onto the bed, groaning, and started thinking about that new neighbor. Maybe this was his chance. Maybe this was the time for him to actually try and find a love interest that lasted longer than 2 weeks. He rolled over and sat up on the bed, rubbing the back of his neck as he looked out the window.

And what he saw was probably the most amazing thing on the planet.

Walking into his new neighbor’s house was a man in a suit, carrying a briefcase while his Porsche sat in the driveway.

2) Under the Vanilla Sky | Explicit | 8006 words

Who the hell wears a hat like that on a yacht?  That's one of the things Louis thinks when he sees Harry from across the deck of the most expensive, ridiculous boat he's ever been on.  He also thinks he'd like to get closer.  Just to see what's under those aviators.  Just to verify that, yes, in fact, those white swim trunks might be a little see-through when wet.  Just to see if someone could really be that hot in real life.  On a yacht.  In the Caribbean sea just off the coast of St. Barts.  

Here's what really happened on that yacht.

3) Sweet Like Cherry Vodka | Not Rated | 8039 words

When he exits the building he instantly sees him. He’s leaning against his white Mercedes Benz convertible. The car makes him look more expensive. Of course, the navy blue suit that fits tightly around his broad shoulders — making Louis want to fall to his knees, mind you — also helps to get the message across. He looks up from his phone, his sleek black aviators block Louis from seeing his dark eyes.

When Louis knows Harry's watching him he smiles. A grin grows on Harry’s mouth, his strong jaw moves cockily while he chews his gum. How does someone make chewing gum so hot?

“Need a ride sweetheart?” Harry calls to him, the statement adds to his cocky demeanor.

“You know I do, silly.” Louis laughs at how ridiculous the older man can be.

4) You And I ‘Till The Day We Die | Explicit | 10807 words

Prompt 124: A fic inspired by Groupie Love by Lana Del Rey, where Harry is a Rockstar and Louis is his cute little boyfriend who tries to hide himself in the middle of the crowd. (Preferably set in the 80s)

5) Guns N Roses | Mature | 14069 words

Harry's an assassin, Louis is a government agent. They hate each other but not really.

6) My English Love Affair | Explicit | 19198 words

Note: This fic is locked and can only be read by AO3 users.

The thing about sleeping with a member of a famous indie band is that the inevitability of having a song written about you is most likely a hundred percent. The second thing is that in the end, nobody's supposed to find out it's about you.

The one where Harry writes a song about his English love affair and Louis sleeps with someone in White Eskimo and all he gets is a stupid song written about him.

7) The Way The Storm Blows | Explicit | 21649 words

Louis doesn’t have a habit of thinking about Harry’s dick.

That would be weird, seeing as they’re best mates, and they share a flat, and they’ve spent holidays at each other’s family homes. Their friendship hasn’t ever risen to a point where Louis should want to see his mate’s dick, and he’s happy to keep it that way.

Except, all that Louis can think about is exactly that. The size of it. The shape. The amount of people it’s been in.

Maybe it’s the tequila talking, or the fact that Louis’ just recently walked in to an eyeful of Harry taking turns on some slags that he’s never seen before, but. Louis’ mind can’t stop obsessing over the idea.

8) Even The Best Laid Plans | Explicit | 25190 words

Louis wants to have sex with someone and decides Harry is the perfect alpha for the job.

9) A Trail Of Honey Through It All | Explicit | 27086 words

The boy in front of him, well really, the man in front of him, was like something out of a confusing wet dream. Built, tall, tan and muscular, his skin glistened with sweat after a long day of working outdoors with his hands. He was wearing a cut up old American football shirt, the bottom hem was torn and the sleeves were cut off to the point where the t-shirt was really just a loose tank top. The shorts he had on had clearly been full length jeans at one point, and were now just crudely cut off above the knee. His white socks were pulled up too high on his calves, and the brown work boots he had on were old as fuck, the leather peeling along the edges of the soles. Curly brown hair stuck out from the edges of his backwards snapback, and there was a smudge of grease wiped along his brow bone. The smattering of hair along his jaw proved that he hadn’t shaved in a week or two, the hair growing in thicker across his upper lip and around his chin. His sinfully bowed mouth was pink and plump, and Louis was suddenly hyper-focused on the way that he chewed at the toothpick stuck between his lips. He looked like he needed a shower. Louis wanted to lick him.

10) Carnelian | Explicit | 30631 words

Louis finds himself donating blood to the most beautiful being he's ever seen.

11) Take My Pure (And Wash It All Away ‘Til I’m Cured) | Explicit | 40629 words

They're all 19. Louis is a twink, Harry is a frat boy hunk. Harry for some reason wants his makeup done for pride, and Louis is just trying so very hard to stay clear of all alleged fuckboys this year.

12) In The Still Of The Night | Explicit | 68568 words

The Dirty Dancing AU where Louis is a feisty omega who wants to change the world, Harry is an alpha from the wrong side of the tracks, and nobody puts Louis in a corner.

13) Waiting On You | Explicit | 76576 words

“Vampires,” Louis says with disgust, glaring over at the vampire who is noisily slurping from the woman’s neck nearby.

Zayn gives the neat fang marks on Louis’ neck a meaningful look.

“Can’t live with them, can’t live without them,” Louis finishes, ignoring Zayn when he rolls his eyes.

Louis takes a long sip of his milkshake, presses his fingers against the marks on his neck, and definitely doesn’t think about the vampire who left them there.

14) Your Name is Tattooed on My Heart | Explicit | 86809 words

Note: This fic has mentions of top Louis.

Louis is ready to find the love of his life, but first he has to stop falling for the punk rocker next door.

15) Beyond The Point Of Weird | Mature | 108331 words

Louis meets Harry one night and well... Of course things lead from one thing to another. How could Louis not be interested in having a go at the ex-Rockstar who'd starred in his first wet dream?

When Harry asks him to pretend to be his boyfriend to help him clear up his image, Louis agrees because why the fuck not. Yet it kind of feels like the only 'fake' part of their relationship is the title they chose for it... And then it gets confusing.

Louis' pretty sure he walked right into a trap - one he's not quite sure he wants to escape.

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