#i am weak for the way he smirks while he fights... help

[purplexedhuman]

There's no need to go all out to defeat you.

Mysterious Lotus Casebook (莲花楼) Episode 39

[writersblockiskillingme]

Hook with the daughter of Ariel or something like that. With them being in a secret little relationship but he’s always trying to come up to her and flirt with her. Maybe Uliana finds out and freaks out the rest is up to you

Secret | James Hook

Pairing: James Hook x fem!reader (Ariel's!sister!reader)

Summary: Once Uliana figures out your secret, everything comes crushing down.

Warning/s: angst, but with a happy ending, fluff, keeping secrets, fight, short fic, possible grammar and/or spelling mistakes

Author's note: It's here, hope you enjoy!! Also, I made the reader Ariel's sister because in my head, it fits the timeline.

Honestly, nobody had any idea how it happened. You were Ariel's sister. He was a pirate. How in the world did you manage to end up together?!

Well... truth to be told... it happened so suddenly, just like when the storm in the middle of the sea happens. Nobody really expects it, but it arrives it crashes you with its whole might. Leaving you breathless.

It was a normal, sunny day when you met him. You were walking down the corridor, just trying to get to Merlin's class. Clutching your book in your hands, you found yourself outside as you came face to face with Hook. In the middle of the courtyard. All alone. His back was turned to you, and with that finding, you felt the sigh of relief leave your body pass your lips. It doesn't matter, you thought to yourself. So you decided to keep walking. You did not want to be late to class.

But it seems like the luck wasn't on your side that day. He turned around and walked up to you as he yelled out.

"Ahoy there, mermaid!" He smirked as your eyes met. "Skipping class again, I see. What's your excuse this time? Lost your voice singing to the fishes?"

James Hook, now leaning against a stone pillar, hook on his right hand and a mischievous glint in his eyes as his eyes scanned you.

"Hook, I unline you, am actually trying to now get there in time." You rolled your eyes at his teasing but decided that maybe it was time for you to finally tease him back a bit. "But don't worry, I've got a treasure map to Merlin's class. Care to actually join me?"

You saw a little tint of blush forming on his face, but you must have imagined it. And just as you thought that this would be the end of your conversation, he did something that left you stunned.

"Merlin's class? That's the real curse of Neverland. But I'd follow you anywhere, little mermaid." He gave you a wink, smirking.

You found yourself blushing, but no... it... it can't be. Luckily, you quickly regained your composure and continued your, playful, rivalry banter.

"You know, pirate, I've heard rumors about your hook. Is it true you lost it in a duel with a giant squid?" You leaned over closer to him.

"Aye, but it wasn't just any squid—it was the one that stole my heart." He smirked as he leaned down, closer to your face. "But now, here I am, a one-handed pirate with a penchant for trouble and a weakness for mermaid smiles."

You found yourself laughing at his flirting. You couldn't help it, it was just so... so endearing.

"Well, Captain, I've got a secret too." You said, with a little smirk planted on your face. "I've hidden my voice in a shell. Only the right kiss can unlock it. Interested?"

And so you did that for a while until you two were actually late for Merlin's class. You walked in, and Hook did not. But there was no way that you would admit to anyone, even your friends, why you walked into the class flushed, cheeks pink, with a stupid smile on your face.

You do, of course, realize that this was a bit abnormal. He was a pirate and part of Uliana's crew. You were a mermaid princess, daughter of the Triton himself. It was not normal, but as the days passed and what was a true rivalry, banter turned into just pure flirting, you found yourself not really caring.

As weeks passed and the flirting continued, somehow, you found yourself having a pirate boyfriend. After all of that, Hook and you started dating. Somehow.

And it was better than you ever expected it to be. You sometimes felt like, outside of Uliana's crew, you were the only one that he was nice to. It was... perplexing. But you loved it.

However, you both agreed that you should keep your relationship a secret for a while for both of your sakes. You weren't dumb. You both knew how your friends would react if you told them that you were dating. So that's how it all started. Secret stolen glances when nobody was looking, passing notes in class, stolen kisses when you were all alone, and, of course, flirty teasing banter.

That's how you found yourself, pressed against a tree in the school's courtyard, Hook with his hand by your head, his hook under your chin, trapping you.

"You're a siren in a landlocked school." He spoke, looking into your eyes. "Your voice could raise sunken ships, and your smile—well, that's my undoing."

"Tell me, Hook, do you ever dream of flying?" You asked as you started to trace your finger along his hook. "Not in a ship, but with wings made of stardust?"

He looked at you, captivated.

"Every night, my dear. And in my dreams, you're the compass guiding me through constellations." He leaned down towards you, your lips almost meating until something happened. Something that would change this forever.

"Hook!!" The terrifyingly hight and mighty voice rang out along the school courtyard.

You both turned around and froze as you came face to face with Uliana, Hades, Maleficent and a few more people that joined the courtyard when they heard yelling.

"But reality has a way of clipping my wings." Hook sighed as he moved away from you slowly, your heart speading up and breaking at the same time.

"Are you out of your mind?!" Uliana screamed. "What are you doing with a mermaid?!"

That's when you noticed something. Yes, Hook moved away from you, but his hand with his hook that was under your chin was now placed on your waist, still holding you close to him.

"Calm down, Uliana." Hook spoke up, looking at him.

"Calm down?!" Uliana yelled, absolutely fuming. "Are you seriously telling me to calm down right now?!"

"Yes." Hook said, "Yes, I am."

"Don't play games with me, Hook." She threatened before throwing a glance your way, smirking as she plotted against you. "If you don't stop doing whatever you're doing with this one, you will no longer be a part of my crew."

A moment of science was heard around the courtyard, and you know that it was over. He couldn't give up on his crew, and you most certainly did not want him to, so that means that your relationship has reached its inevitable end. Your heart was breaking as you looked on the ground, slowly moving away from Hook.

"You won't do that." He spoke up, his voice strong, ringing out. "We won't end our relationship." He turned to you and brought you closer to him once again, smiling at you before turning to Uliana with a determined look.

"You know that you need me whether you liked it or not. So, no, you won't throw me away from the rest of the crew. And even if you do, it doesn't matter. I still have her, and that is something that nothing will be able to change." He spoke as her face was formed into pure shock.

"So good day." He sarcastically bowed before he ruined around with you and walked away.

"Don't worry, she'll come around." You looked at him. "Maybe..."

"I honestly don't really care." He shrugged, his eyes ringing with truth. "I have you now, little mermaid, that's all I need and so much more, really."

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[cosmicpearlz]

seeing green

summary: realistically, you have no right being jealous but you couldn't help it. he is yours whether anyone knew it or not.

pairing: jude bellingham x reader

situationships were funny when it came down to being possessive over someone whose not yours officially. you and jude had been secretly seeing each other. calling each other at different times to meet each other's needs. it all started from a drunken kiss.

-the kiss-

"stop looking at me like that bellingham," you said, while slightly smirking at the boy sitting right next to you. you came over to jude's house because it was a stressful day. he suggested a couple drinks to unwind the day. leading you guys here.

"like what?"

"you know what I'm talking about," as you replied, jude slowly grew a grin on his face. he watched you with hooded eyes and licked his lips, taking in the sight of you.

"it's not my fault you're sitting here looking so fucking pretty."

"stop that."

"no. i'm really enjoying my view."

neither one of you realized how you guys shifted closer to each other on the couch. the soft sounds of the tv becoming background noise as you guys stared in each other's eyes.

"can i kiss you?"

"are you drunk?"

"nah, just tipsy. are you drunk love?"

"no sir, i'd say i'm just tipsy too."

"won't that ruin our friendship jude?" his hand inched up your thigh, caressing it. you looked down at his hand connected to your thigh and slightly smiled.

"just one kiss. then we'll be right back to the same y/n and jude that we've always been."

"just one kiss, right? it won't hurt us."

"it won't hurt us," jude echoed you. nose to nose now, jude seals the deal by kissing you.

the kiss starting off slow. his gentle touch paired with his soft lips, sent butterflies through your stomach. jude wraps his arms around your waist to pull you into his lap. once you settled in his lap, his fingers move under your shirt. brushing over the bare skin. you continued to explore each other as the kiss began to heat up. becoming more messy and eager. he licks your bottom lip and you were quick to grant him access. tongues fighting for dominance, causing you to grin into the kiss.

the kiss coming to end, jude lays a couple of pecks to your lips before you both pulled away. you shook your head with a smile and turned away from his gaze.

"that is the first and last time we kiss mr. bellingham," you hold up your pinky, to make a weak pinky promise.

"first and last time. scouts honor," he locks his pinky with yours and matches the grin you have. you giggled, making jude join into the laugher.

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it wasn't the last time. in fact, you guys had share multiple kisses even without having drinks. which is why you held your drink tightly in your hand, as you watched him talk to another girl. seeing Jude smile and laugh with her, made your chest burn with jealousy.

"you alright mate?" you turn your head to find jobe standing next to you.

"of course, why wouldn't i be?"

"maybe because jude is standing there talking to another girl."

"we're best friends. definitely not together, so he can talk to who he wants."

"y'know i thought green would be your color. just maybe not this shade of green," you gasp and playfully slap the younger boy's shoulder. jobe chuckles and moves back, in hopes of not getting hit again.

"this is why jude's the better bellingham," you stick your tongue out and walk away from jobe with a small smile. jude takes this as a sign to excuse himself and follow you.

"fancy seeing you here."

"did you really follow me all the way outside?"

"well yes. did you really leave because you saw me with another girl?"

"maybe," you sip on your drink and turn your head away from him. jude moves closer to you and wraps his arm around your waist. bringing a hand to your chin, he turns your head to face him again.

"were you really jealous?"

"so what if I am?"

"ooo you wanna kiss me so bad, dontcha?" you laughed, pushing him away.

"shut up."

"c'mere, we're not done," he pulls you into him by your arm. you guys were chest to chest, as you looked up at him. brown eyes staring right back at you.

"i fear i ruined our friendship," you whispered to him, holding the intense eye contact.

"me too."

"what does this mean?"

"that i've been yours since we started hooking up."

"really?"

"yes darling. you literally have nothing to worry about."

"good, because i don't like to share."

"that's really funny because i don't either," jude pulls you into kiss. silently confirming that you guys are taking the steps to be exclusive. he was yours and you were his. although, he's really always been yours.

[illusioninfnty]

desperation ↠ day 31 ; sex pollen

↠ buggy the clown x reader

fandom: one piece word count: 1.6k warnings: nsfw 18+, dubcon, semi-public sex, fuck or die-ish, fingering, banter, unprotected sex, squirting, creampie

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You know Buggy’s going to leave as soon as he gets his body back.

You’re not going to let that happen. When he finally reattaches himself, and runs off with a see ya!, you run after him.

“Stop!” you call out to him. “You need to stay and fight. We saved your ass, didn’t we?”

He turns around and sighs dramatically seeing you. “You again? Seriously sweetcheeks, would ya let me leave?”

You cross your arms, and give him the most intimidating glare you can muster. You only recently joined the crew, and you wanted to prove that you were tough enough to fight with the rest of them. Making sure that Buggy helped you guys fight Arlong and his fishmen while Luffy went to go save Nami was a way to prove yourself to them.

“I can’t let you—” you're interrupted by a fishman coming out from behind Buggy and approaching you. You whip out a dagger to prepare for his attack, but before you can get a move in he sprays some sort of powdery mist in your face, completely taking over your vision.

“Good luck trying to fight me now when you gotta deal with that,” he snickers as he runs away.

You cough and bend over, hands on your knees, as the mist lands in your nostrils and mouth. You try to swat it away in the air surrounding you, but it feels as though the mist has already gotten inside of you, and there’s no way to escape it now.

“Well, anyways, I’m going to go then,” Buggy starts, slowly backing away as he gets ready to escape.

You’re too weak to try and distracted now to try and stop him, but then your body starts to feel different. Your internal temperature skyrockets, causing beads of sweat to start dripping down your face despite the fairly average temperature outside. You can feel your body not getting hot because of that, but also the sudden arousal that threatens your core. 

Your legs begin to tremble as your body aches with need, a deep feeling in your gut that you never felt before. It’s like a hunger that needs to be sated immediately, as though it were a life or death situation. It has you wanting to just stick your fingers inside of your pussy and just fuck yourself silly until you can rid yourself of this itch you can’t seem to scratch.

“W-wait!” You call out to him. You must sound extremely desperate, because Buggy actually stops and turns towards you instead of ignoring your pleas.

You swallow hard and continue. “I need…help.” Your tongue feels heavy in your mouth as you grit out your words, embarrassed by just how much you want the stupid clown to fuck you. You can already feel how wet you are through your bottoms, and as the seconds tick by it feels as though your arousal is going to start spilling out onto the floor. “Need you to fuck me. Please.”

You’re too ashamed of your desperation to look Buggy in the face to see his reaction to your words. You only know of his answer when you fall to your knees, legs too weak to hold yourself up, and you feel his palm on your back.

“Well when you look like that, how can I say no?” Sarcasm drips in his voice, and you can tell he’s not really taking you seriously.

“I’m serious!” You try to sound as adamant as you can given how weak you feel at the moment.

“So am—” You interrupt him, finally having enough, by grabbing him by the back of his neck and smashing your lips against his own in a kiss.

His own hands move to cup your face, and you open your mouth up to let his tongue in. As the kiss becomes sloppy, you start to rid yourself of your clothes, needing your body to cool down.

He pulls away as he sees you baring yourself to him, eyes widening and a smirk overtaking his face. “Woah, didn’t realize you wanted to fuck me so badly. I would’ve happily done it if you were nice and asked.”

You don’t have it in you to protest him now. Instead you move your fingers inside of you, your juices gushing out of you despite the lack of attention your pussy had been receiving.

“The shit he sprayed me with,” you start. You lay yourself on the ground, arching your back as you piston your fingers in and out of you, praying that you find your release soon.

Buggy hums in thought. “I should be thanking him, then. Got myself a nice view.”

“You can do that after you fuck me.” The next thing you know his cock is inside of you, and he’s thrusting with the vigor of a man starved. You moan and arch yourself into him, your hands scrambling as they claw at his back. You wrap your legs around him, wanting to keep him close as his thick cock ruts into you.

You don’t think sex had ever felt this good before. Your juices are squirting out of you, proving to be a great replacement for lube, and your walls clench down hard on Buggy’s cock, like a vice. He groans above you as you tighten your grip around him, walls fluttering as they refuse to let him leave you.

The pleasure is too much for you to bear, and you can hardly talk. Your eyes roll back into your head and your tongue lolls out of your mouth, drool escaping the corners of your lips.

All that comes out of your mouth and pathetic whimpers and breaths of yes, yes, yes as Buggy fucks you with reckless abandon.

“Fuck, you’re so tight,” he grits out as his muscles bulge from holding you down with so much force. His hips collide with your own, the sounds of your skin slapping loud enough to draw the attention of anyone who would’ve been in the vicinity of the two of you. “Shoulda fucked you when I first saw you. Lookin’ all cute in slutty in your little pirate getup.”

You know you should feel insulted by the way he technically insinuated you were “playing” pirate, but the horny, afflicted side of you only chooses to focus on the yearning in his voice of wanting to fuck you, and how his cock is hitting parts of you that make you see stars.

It comes to no surprise to you that your orgasm is already closely approaching within minutes of having Buggy’s cock fucking into you. Your nails dig into his skin, and your whines increase in pitch and speed.

“I’m cumming, I’m cumming!” Buggy groans as you clench down even harder around his cock, as impossible as it may seem, and your orgasm crashes into you like a wave. You can only gasp out curses as you squirt all over his cock, your juices rushing out of you wildly.

Your release soaks yourself and him, both inside and out. Buggy’s orgasm isn’t too far behind as his hips begin to stutter in their rhythm and soon he’s moaning lowly in your ear and filling you to the brim.

A sudden rush of calmness washes over you as Buggy’s cum fills you up. It’s like all of the horniness and desperation for sex escapes your body as soon as it comes into contact with his cum. Your body temperature returns to normal, and the shaking of your body is solely in response to your orgasm instead of the deep aching within your core that seemed as though it could never be satiated.

You hold onto him for a couple of moments longer, catching your breath and coming down from your high as Buggy’s arms also remain wrapped around you and his cock stays nestled inside your entrance.

It’s then that you hear your name being called out in the distance. It seems as though while you were affected by the mist powder, your crew had completed all they set out to do.

Not wanting them to see you in the precarious situation you’re in, covered in juices and Buggy on top of you, still inside your entrance, you scramble away from him. Stumbling as you put your pants back on, ignoring the way his cum pools out of you, you give him a kick to his side.

“Ow!” He whines, rubbing the area you made contact with.

“Get out of here!” you whisper to him, despite no one being around you for probably miles out. “If they see us like this I’m totally screwed!”

He rolls his eyes, but still goes to stand up and get dressed again. “Oh, what? Embarrassed to be seen with me? Real original.” 

Your eyes narrow and you cross your arms. “I am trying to make a good impression with my crew, and this—” your hands gesture to yourself and Buggy—“is not going to help that.”

Buggy holds his hands up in surrender. “Fine, fine. But you owe me one.” He begrudgingly begins to leave by walking backwards, his eyes on yours the entire time. “Next time we meet, I'll have you help me out with something.” He wiggles his eyebrows in a way that makes you want to cringe, yet you can’t find it in yourself to dismiss him completely.

You shoo him away, ignoring the way heat rises to your cheeks. “Maybe. Now scram.”

You see your crew approach just as Buggy is out of sight. Thinking about your encounter with him more, technically, your mission was a success. You’d call it a win in your books.

[moonyspupp]

All Yours

Lucius Malfoy X Female Reader

SMUT

CW: breaking up,drinking,slightly drunk sex, smut, age gap (readers like 19-20 also)

Had to take the lack of Lucius posts into my own hands.. I hope you enjoy this! It’s 5 am rn..

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It’s been quite some time since you and Draco broke up. After dating since your 5th year, he decided to ultimately break things off with you. Heartbroken, you never understood why but could no longer fight his choice. You truly believed the two of you would last even after graduation, but yet you were wrong. For a while you were left hurt and wondering. You didn’t fully grasp the reasons behind his decision, and your attempts to make him reconsider had ultimately been useless.

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You clutch your tote bag as you make your way down the Diagon Alley. Bustling with activity; witches and wizards of all ages came in and out of shops, their voices filling every inch of the pace with sound. There was a melancholic energy in the air, as your memories started to flood back. You had come here to attempt to forget the pain of your recent breakup. As you walked down the cobblestones, the sights and sounds of the alley enveloped you, slightly distracting you.

“I need a new wand..” you sigh to yourself remembering the fit of rage from before was the reason your wand broke.

You brush that feeling aside, spotting Ollivanders and changed your path to that direction. You reminisce the date you had with Draco there many years and it frustrated you. Though this was supposed to be a distraction, everything seemed to remind you of Draco and the pain of his decision. Your feel your heart grow heavier with each step

You continue to walk past, each one bringing a memory you would rather forget.

You step into the small wand shop, the smell of wood and magic filling the air. The shopkeeper, a familiar face organizing bottle greets you as you walked in

"Welcome. How can I help you today?" he greets you turning his head

“Hi sir, I’m looking for a new wand” you say giving him a weak smile.

He smiles back and gestures around the room full of wands. You busily browse the selection of wands, your attention focused on finding the right one. The large selection causing you to take your times Little do you know that Lucius Malfoy, has entered the shop.

He notices you almost immediately, his sharp grey eyes observing you as you move around the shop. He watches you intently, your face filled with a soft yet sad expression, of course he knew why that was.

Lucius continues to observe you silently, his eyes following your every move. He recognizes the signs of heartbreak. He walks up beside the shopkeeper not wanting to disturb you, standing a short distance away from you, his silver eyes still studying your every movement.

“This one should be it ..” you muttered to yourself as you observe the wand.

You trudge your way to the counter to pay. Letting out a soft sigh, you wanted to go back home already. You a signal to the shopkeeper that you've made your selection. The elderly man smiles at you kindly, nodding in understanding.

"Ah, found the one that spoke to you, I see." he chuckles, reaching out to take the wand from you. He begins the process of wrapping up the wand up intricately.

“Excuse me, young lady." Lucius Malfoy's voice chimes in from a few feet away.

Your eyes dart up to see who the voice was coming from, so familiar yet you hoped to yourself that it wasn’t who you thought. It was indeed, Draco’s father. Your heart started racing at the unexpected sight of him, why would he be here of all places? Your lips parted slightly as if to say something but before you could he cuts you off.

"(y/n), how have you been?” Lucius steps forward, his silver eyes locking onto yours. There's a hint of curiosity there, as he gives you a slight smirk

“Oh , sir.. I’m.. I’m doing well, just here to buy a wand.” You say stuttering still not exactly sure what to say.

He raises an eyebrow, a hint of amusement appears on his face as he picks up on your stuttering. He steps closer, looking at the man continuing to pack the wand.

“I’ll pay for it (y/n), don’t worry about it.” Lucius tells the shopkeeper, the same smirk never leaving his face.

The shopkeeper nodded smiling handing him the wand. “Wait sir it’s fi-“ before you can even finish protesting, Lucius is already handing the man the gold to pay. Your surprised eyes meet his gaze as he chuckles at your expression.

After the payment was finished, he turns to you, holding the wrapped up wand in his hand.

"Follow me." he said sternly, before walking out of the shop and into the alley, expecting you to follow.

Your face still remained surprised by the whole event that just took place at the shop. You did NOT expect to see him whatsoever. Standing there in a slight trance, you realize what Lucius said and quickly walked out the shop thanking the man.

It took you a bit of time to catch up to him but Lucius was standing a little way down the alley, leaning against the wall with his arms folded across his chest.

"Took you long enough." He said almost casually, pushing himself from off from the wall to stand. He began walking at a relaxed pace, that you would continue to follow, his silver eyes watching you.

“About the wand sir.. thank you.” You muttered quietly trying not to meet his gaze

Even during the time you did date Draco, Lucius wasn’t ever up for much of a conversation. Not that he didn’t like you, but he preferred to watch you from afar as Draco doted on you. You weren’t sure why he had bought the wand for you, but nevertheless you were grateful, though it does have you wondering.

Glancing over his shoulder at you, his smirk widening as he heard your soft words of thanks. He stopped walking for a brief moment and turned to face you, studying your face for a moment. You felt your face turning slightly red at his eyes peered at you.

"You’re welcome." Lucius said, his eyes never leaving yours. He couldn't help but find slight amusement in your attempt to avoid his gaze, almost intriguing him.

You give him a small nod as the two of you continued to walk. You couldn’t brush off the way he made you feel. “Your exes father for gods sake” you thought as you tried to pull yourself together.” Yet the feeling kept coming back. Was he always this handsome? You thought as you looked at the side of his face as he walked.

Lucius notices your stolen glances, not saying a word, he smirks.

“Shit..” your face begins to flush up again as your mind began to race, trying to break the awkward heavy silence you asked him about where he was taking you.

“Where are we going sir?” You asked softly with a slightly tilted head.

“Malfoy manor dear, shouldn’t be much longer.” He said his eyes still on the cobblestone street. “Draco isn’t there, so don’t worry.” He said letting out a small soft laugh

You stay quiet, feeling embarrassed about Draco and the end of your relationship with him, your walking becomes slower as you begin to think about it again. You grit your teeth slightly at his words, not taking offense but still a bit hurt.

He slows his steps a little, falling back to walk closer to you. His shoulders slumped slightly. His eyes continued to glance over at you, as if he was searching for something.

"Tell me (y/n), how are you really holding up?" He asked with a sincere voice.

You stop in your tracks after being confronted, letting out a loud sigh. You begin to feel your body shake at the thought of it

“Not.. as well as I wish I was sir.” You muttered quietly feeling your fists ball up at your side.

Picking up on your tension, his eyes caught the sight of your clenched fists. He lets out a soft sigh, steps slowing even further. He looked over at you, a mixture of concern and sadness on his face.

"Still hurting from the breakup, I see." He said bluntly, but in his voice you sensed no sarcasm or malice, but sincerity

“Mhm” you mumbled “I’ll be okay eventually sir don’t worry about me” you gave him a weak smile

“That's what they all say, 'I’ll be okay’" he playfully mocked smirking

You give him a pout at his words, still feeling embarrassed about the whole thing with Draco, your eyes brim slightly with tears. You turn away slightly as to not let Lucius see.

His eyes widen in surprise as he notices the tears in your eyes. He had not expected that his words would have such an effect on you, but then again, the pain in your eyes tells no lies. Lucius lets out a sigh, stepping closer to you. The mocking expression was gone from his face, replaced with one of guilt.

"Come now. No need to cry over that boy." He tuts as he wiped a tear away from your eye. He lets out a sigh feeling guilty.

You slowly nod trying to regain composure of the situation, trying your best not to cry in front of your exes father.

“Let’s get you inside dear.” Lucius said as he wraps an arm around your shoulder. Feeling a slight sense of comfort , the two of you make your way inside the familiar manor.

He guided you up the stone steps and through the big oak doors. Looking around as you take in the elegant dark surroundings. Your head turns around every corner; reminiscing the family portraits. A sense of nostalgia fills you as the familiarity of the house sinks in.

He led you down a long hallway, lined with the beautiful walls and expensive items. Eventually, you came to a stop in front of a large oak door. Lucius pushed the door open, gesturing for you to enter ahead of him.

You oblige and step in seeing a small but elegant library. The room is filled with bookshelves with all kinds of titles with a slight aged appearance. The center of the library sits an oak desk, it’s surface littered with parchment and a few very expensive looking bottles. The sound of the crackling fire place comforts you further, coziness begins to replace your sadness. You continue to marvel around the library and its quirks until your attention is soon drawn to the other side of the room, where a plush velvet couch sits in the corner.

“Have a seat” Lucius says, gesturing to the couch before making his way to the desk to pour two glasses of what looks to be firewhisky

He comes back holding the two glasses, handing you one before he sits down next to you, the couch large enough that it allowed for a small comfortable distance between the two of you. He leaned back into the soft cushions, his look turns confident as his eyes turned back at you.

“Feeling better now?” He asks with a smile before taking a sip of firewhisky

“Yes sir thank you” you smile sweetly at him before tasting the alcohol yourself. The warm stinging feeling engulfs your throat. Taking a deep breath after a few more sips; the realization that you were now alone with Lucius begins to set in; making you feel slightly heavy with forbidden desires.

You pick up a small book on the table next to the couch as you set down the glass, you began to read in an attempt to once again distract you.

This time for a different reason.

The silence grows between the two of you, broken occasionally the crackle of the fireplace.

Lucius lets out a small content hum as he stretched his legs out, crossing one knee over the other as he continued to look at you. His eyes flicked over your features again, noticing the small things he hadn’t during the time you were with Draco. The way your lips curled up whenever you were embarrassed, and the sweetness of your voice. Even the way your hair framed your face, so much about you enamored him the more he thought about it. He would be lying if he said that something about you didn’t interest him in a very certain way. He let out a small sigh, and looked away, turning his gaze towards the fireplace.

Suddenly, the air in the room seemed heavier. Silence continued as the two of you sat there. You occasionally looked up from your book to see Lucius deep in thought, his eyes fixed on the flames in the fireplace swishing his glass. After a few more moments of tense silence he spoke again.

“Tell me, (y/n), how long were you and Draco dating again?” He asked with his gaze still fixed on the fireplace as he took another swig of his glass.

“Mm four years or so sir.” You said quietly breaking the view from your book to look at him. Your body began to warm up just a bit, including your core. You press your thighs together in order to get some relief.

“Four years. It’s a long time.” Lucius said quietly, before letting out a sigh. His expression relaxed as he listened to your response. Finally processing it, he let out a scoff, shaking his head slowly.

“Such a fool to let a girl like you out his grasp, unbelievable really” he mutters softly before setting the empty glass down. You can sense his cool facade slipping away as his legs spread ever so slightly, now touching yours

“What makes you say that sir?” You mumble feeling a slight buzz of the alcohol

Lucius smirks at your words, noticing the alcohol starting to make you tipsy, he himself feeling it as well. He lets out a sigh. He looks over at you, his eyes scanning up and down your figure briefly, taking in the way the soft lights caressed your relaxed face.

"You're a beautiful girl, (y/n). You deserve better than being tossed aside like that.” His words sounded sincere, especially considering the amount of alcohol the two of you had drank so far.

"A girl like you... deserves a man that can appreciate you." He said leaning back slightly into the couch. Lucius’s eyes continued their gazing, committing every inch of you into memory

“You mean that sir?” You ask him leaning towards him slightly. You look at him through your lashes pouting

Lucius chuckled faintly, his eyes flicking over your face as you leaned closer. He was aware of the way your body inched closer, too aware and he couldn’t help but smile, enjoying the way you looked at him with such an innocent yet seductive look. He feels his own desire growing at the sight of it.

“Of course I mean it, darling.” He said smirking slightly biting his bottom lip

He leaned in a little closer, closing the small distance between the two of you even further. He reached out and tucked a strand of hair behind your ear, his fingers lingering on your jawline for a moment, admiring the view in front of him

“You’re a charming little thing, aren’t you?” He chuckled, his voice low and smooth as firewhisky. His eyes were almost glued to your face, taking in every little detail he could.

You let out a small laugh at his words placing a hand on his neck and trailing down, his heart nearly slips a beat at the feeling, feeling his better judgment begin to slip. His eyes met yours, both full of need as the air begins to darken with desire.

“You’re making it difficult to keep my composure, darling. You have no idea what you’re doing to me right now.” he murmured, his voice deep and sharp

In that moment you have made your mind up, you no longer cared if this was Draco’s father. You needed to have this man. Right here right now. His breath hitches as you begin to rub his thigh through his pants, gradually moving closer to his hardening member.

Lucius’s breath becomes heavier at your touch, his hand remained on your face, his thumb still stroking your cheek. He had leaned in even further without even noticing, his lips almost touching yours now. His other hand found its way to your waist now resting on your hip, gripping slightly.

“I wonder if my son realizes what he lost,” he said quietly as his lips met yours

The kiss was firm and passionate as they moved roughly against yours, the taste of alcohol filled your mouth as the kiss continued. His hand on your hip squeezed slightly, pulling you closer to him. The heat from you bodies now being shared in a moment of lust. The kiss quickly became more intense, Lucius's need for you building even more with every passing second. The sound of hot breaths and huffs becoming louder. His tongue flicked over your lips as you quickly let him, silently asking for more. His hand on your hip tightened its grasp, pulling you onto his lap, pressing your body firmly against his.

You wanted this badly.

You moan into the kiss as he ran his arms up and down your figure, breaking the kiss his fingers reaching down to the bottom of your shirt as he quickly slipped it off you. Your breasts sat so beautifully in your black bra, making Lucius’s eyes widen. Using his free hand he shamelessly unclasped the back before tossing them aside. Your top half now bare before his eyes. Lucius spent no time groping them, as he pulled on your hardened nipples; earning a wince from you.

The feeling was too much for you to not act on as you started to slowly grind yourself onto his lap, the light from the fireplace contouring your curves in such a way that made you look ethereal. He groaned at the feeling as he gripped your breast firmly. He wrapped his other arm around your waist, holding you in place as his lips began to dance against yours. He let out a small moan, the sound deep and guttural, the feeling of you in his lap driving him.

“Naughty girl aren’t you (y/n)” he tuts with his heavy breath, he subconsciously began to move his own hips against yours.

You bury your face into his neck as your arms come up to shoulders, letting out a small whimper in response to his words. His chest pressed tightly against yours as you feel your hearts beat against each other

His arms find their way down to your waist once more and he groans at your innocent response. Lips now biting and kissing at your neck, his mind was now a blur making him lose control.

Lucius let out a low growl as he pulled you down to the smooth wood floor, his silver eyes dark with desire as he looked down at you, your body now positioned between his legs. He reached out, threading his fingers in your hair, his grasp firm.

You whimper softly at the feeling of your hair being tugged so suddenly, hearing the sound of his belt unbuckling you look up at him with needy eyes and slightly parted lips

Lucius lets out a low hum as he looks down at you, seeing the needy look in your eyes as you bite your lip he lets out a low moan. The sound he made was low and guttural, almost a growl, the sight of below him driving him wild as he pulled out his large swollen cock in front your face

“Look at you, on your knees, pouting so sweetly for me...” "Such pretty little lips... It's almost a shame what I'm thinking of doing to them." he murmurs with his voice deep and raspy as his fingers continue to tangle in your hair.

You nearly drool at the sight of Lucius in front of you, you paw at his thigh as he jerked your head forward to meet his length. You begin to grind on your heel for any time of relief, feeling your panties soaking.

“Tell me what you want pet.” Lucius growls

“Y..your cock sir.. please let me suck it” you say babbling with slightly closed eyes, your face now mere inches away from his throbbing length seeing the top weep with precum as it runs down the side.

"Open your mouth, darling. I want something of yours..." Lucius commanded, his voice thick with desire. His eyes darkened even more at his own words, the lust and desire filling his very being. He pulled on your hair again, tilting your head back further, forcing your lips to part even more.

Your face trembles as you oblige by sticking your tongue out far for him, your breathing ragged as you wait for the one things you needed most right now.

"Good girl" he smirked as his eyes fixated on your parted lips and needy face. He taps his leaking member onto your tongue a few times, the precum sticking to your lips as he does

You hear a few curses spill out of his mouth before you feel his cock down your throat. He pulls back and slams back into your throat repeatedly as your muffled cries vibrate around him. Hearing him moan you feel tears begin to well at your eyes at the feeling. With teary eyes, you look up at Lucius and he growls at the sight of you taking his cock so well.

"Look at me," he mutters, his voice thick with possession and desire. "Keep your eyes on me. I want to see those beautiful eyes, my lovely little pet." His locks eyes with you, his grey eyes sharp and focused on your own.

You moan around him at his words, now grinding on his foot, you desperately needed more from him.

Lucius pulls your hair back roughly popping his cock out your swollen lips. You pant hard as you try to steady your breath. He releases the grip on your hair as you lean on his leg. He brings his hand to your chin to get you to look up at his breathless face.

"You have no idea how beautiful you look down there, darling... On your knees for me." he breathed, his grip on your chin firm as he spoke.

“More sir please..” you say moaning, you feel your need grow more than ever, you needed Lucius to take you. You slip your panties off desperately and hug onto his leg as you continue to grind; your eyes never leaving his

Lucius could feel your need and desire growing as you pleaded with him, begging for more. The grip on your chin tightens as you grind against him. The sight was almost too much for him to bear. He was already too lost in his own desire to deny you of your wants.

He pulls you onto his lap roughly, your weeping cunt soaking his own needy member. His lips finding every bit of skin they could on your neck leaving a number of love bites in their trail. His hands caressed your body as you grinded and moaned against him.

"Are you sure you can handle it, darling? You're being so needy already." he said letting out a low growl and he continued to attack your neck.

You nod moaning at his touch, your arms wrap around his neck as his ran his cock up and down your wet slit, your legs shake slightly at the feeling of being teased. He slowly lowered you onto his length, his arms now around your waist as he moaned at the feeling. You feel yourself stretching to accommodate his length, your breathing becoming heavier as you winced with every inch.

“Mm fuck!” You whined out as you were now engulfed around his shaft fully. Your legs began to tremble as you lean back slightly to brush a strand of hair off your sweaty face.

Lucius lets out a sigh as he feels your tight cunt swallow every inch of him. His own pride growing as he sees you take him so well. He leans back into the couch as he watches your body quiver. He can’t help but let out a small smirk at the view of you enjoying it so much.

"You… you feel so good, my dear," he mutters, his voice thick with need. "So… so perfect. So... so mine." He said breathing heavily, bringing a hand to caress your cheek. You cupped your smaller hand on his as you let out a small moan escape your lips, giving him a shy grin. The air was intimate and lustful as the two of you met eyes.

He begins to move, his body moving, slapping against yours, at a medium pace, moans filled the room as he continued to ravish your pussy on the couch. The wet lewd sound of your bodies was something so incredibly naughty to the two of you. Feeling him slam right into your sensitive spot you cry out loudly. His holds your waist down as he continued to pound you hard.

You throw your head back at the feeling of being stretched out so well, moaning loudly as your legs shake. Your cunt nearly feels like it’s going to break. Lucius feels a wave of pleasure at your moan, he ran a hand down your navel as he admired the way your tits bounce as he fucked you hard. He brings your lips to yours, needing to feel you closer, he kisses you harder, his tongue exploring your mouth once more, but this time his touch more intense, his body moving against yours in a faster, more desperate rhythm.

"You're so sweet, my pet," he said panting between his moans "So eager and obedient. You know what you want, what you need, don't you?" Lucius smirks still pounding you hard, he pulls out just enough to see your wet folds stretching around him.

“Yes! Yes! I do” you babble as you feel coming more undone as you hear your own wetness slap against your throbbing pussy. You were lost in the sensation of his lips on your skin, his hands roaming over your body Your head was thrown back as you savored the moment of having your body ravished by a much older man who just so happens to be your exes father.

Lucius moans at your words and bites your neck hard, “Naughty girl.. you’re mine aren’t you?” He said growling in your ear as he grips your waist tight. “Forget all about Draco dear, you belong to me now.” He whispered. The sounds of his breathing filled the air, as he grew more and more desperate for you. He was completely consumed by you, by the need to have you, to claim you as his and his alone.

“Yes sir I belong to you and you alone!” You scream out trembling “My body belongs to you master!” A dribble of drool drops out the corner of your mouth, you forgot all about Draco at this point, he didn’t matter anymore. In this moment all you wanted was Lucius to claim you as his.

A sharp slap finds its way on your ass, you tense up and wince at the pain, the sting lingering even seconds after. Lucius grabs your chin and pulls you back into another deep and needy kiss as lips his against yours as he consumed you completely in that very moment, claiming you. You moan loudly into the kiss as you feel the heat radiating off his body to yours

His hands found their way back to your hips, pulling you closer. His breaths were heavy, ragged, as he continued to mark your claim your lips as his, his actions almost feral. He pressed himself even deeper inside of you as his pace was now nearly unforgiving to your core. Your pussy continuing to leak underneath you, he continued to relentlessly pound into you, your moans only serving as encouragement for him. His kisses and bites becoming more and more intense as you feel the two of you grow closer to a climax. The dirty sounds of your breaths and skin filled the air.

Your voice, strangled with need, crying out his name pushes him over the edge “Lucius! I feel like ‘m gonna cum!” Your broken words combined with the tears in your eyes fueled him with a certain possessive need. Your legs struggled to wrap around his waist as you feel them growing weaker by the second.

"Yes, darling, finish for me" Lucius moans voice thick, The two of you lost in each other completely, your bodies moving in a such a way that exuded need and desire. The sound of hour heavy breathing filled the air, the moans and gasps growing even louder and more ragged

“Lucius I’m gonna cum!” You babble out with your head thrown back, your cunt was nearly numb as Lucius speeds up his pace. Your kiss him deeply to savor the moment and the feeling, lost in thought you felt your climax coming as your arms and legs tightened around him as you moaned into his mouth. Your legs squeeze him tightly as if you weren’t ready to let go

Lucius looks down at your fucked expression, his gaze taking in every part of you, his need for you almost consuming him.

"You're mine, my pet," he mutters, his voice low and possessive. "He growls with a shaky breath.” You are mine to take, mine to have, mine to do with as I please." He bites down on your shoulder as he feels his own orgasm nearing as he grips your hips tightly.

His body shook against yours as he let out one final groan as he found his release, your name escaping his lips in a strangled moan as he spilled his hot seed inside you. His body was still pressed tightly against yours as he still held you. You shudder at the feeling and lay your head onto shoulder , legs now loosening. Lucius pulled out of you as he grins at the sight of his seed spilling out your now swollen cunt. You whine at the feeling as he coos you.

—

The room was quiet for a moment, the only sounds were the heavy breathing of both of you as you came down from your highs. The calmness of the room had returned as Lucius held you tightly with his body against yours. his arms wrapped around you.

“Let me clean you up darling” he said smiling softly at you, caressing your face briefly as he got up to buckle his pants. You look up at his with tired eyes, as he left the room.

Lucius was quite gentle as he cleaned the both of you up, getting you a new change of clothes, ones you have left there during your time with Draco. But he didn’t matter now did he? He wiped the sweat off your forehead as he slipped the clean shirt back onto you with a sweet smile. “Thank you” you smile back at him. You watche him tie his hair back as he sits back on the couch, patting on his thigh for you to come sit.

You reach the couch before crawling back onto his lap, straddling him. You buried your face in his neck, gently nuzzling into it. He lets out a small sound of contentment at the gesture, his arms now rubbing your back gently. His lips find their way to your forehead, placing a soft gentle kiss in contrast to the moment you two shared. He runs his fingers through your hair as you hold onto his chest, his touch gentle as he holds you in his arms. There is a sense of comfort and security as he holds you, almost protective. He can feel your body pressed against his, still flush and warm from their intense moment, your breathing regular again.

You pull away just enough to see his face, the corners of his lips curling into a small smile. He now has a relaxed face, a sign that the alcohol had worn off. Lucius runs his thumb over the marks he made on your neck, letting out a content sigh as he looks to you. His eyes locked onto yours before you place a small kiss on his lips, an intimate gesture you felt like you needed. His eyes closed at the kiss, returning it but in a tender and gentle way. The kiss was sloppy yet affectionate as the two of you let breathe softly. He brought a hand up to cup your cheek as the two of you share a soft moment.

"You're mine, you know that, right?" he murmurs his voice now low and intimate. He gently traced his thumb on your bottom lip as his silver eyes met yours. The gentle smile still there as he waited for your response

“I’m yours Lucius” you say giving him a sweet and sincere smile, the same shy feeling comes back to you as you say those words, but you meant them.

“No more pouting about Draco now darling, you have me now” Lucius said giving you a playful wink

His words no longer held the stinging feeling they did earlier that night. You felt a sense of relief as you realized that, you paused for a few moments and nodded grinning at him. You had Lucius now and that was all that mattered to you now.

A comfortable silence fills the air as your actions begin to catch up, you feel his body relax under yours as his breathing became more steady. He ran his fingers through your hair as you laid against his chest, “You know... You don't have to go anywhere..." he mutters with his exhaustion heavy in his voice,"You can stay if you want since no one’s here, Spend the night here." He said pulling away to search your face for an answer

With sleepy eyes you look up to him and nod, “Can I sleep with you?” You ask tilting your head slightly

Lucius lets out a hearty laugh, “Of course my darling, anything for you” he grinned as he took your hand

[gloryofroses19]

So It Goes...

Pairing: Eris Vanserra x mate!reader (Reader is apart of the Dawn and Night Court), former lover x reader

T/W: Sexual themes and allusions to sex

Walking out onto the balcony, [y/n] was met with an expectant sight. Tall, handsome but not dark. 

“I didn’t need your protection from that mongrel brute.”

Mother save her from the ego of males, she silently prayed as her eyes rolled.  “Why don’t you admit that you like me?” 

Her traitorous heart skipped a beat as she realized she fell into his trap. His proud challenging gaze and devilish smirk were evidence enough. “You first, Firefly.” 

She supposed she could but was this the time? Leaning on the balcony’s balustrade, she took in the night before her. The balcony held an autumn warmth despite the chill that had set across Day’s desert terrain. 

However, her words of gratitude died on her lips as a touch grazed her upper arm. His heat spread across the lines of her bandages, the only evidence left of the failed assassination attempt. “Why was this not properly healed? Was Thesan too cock drunk to help his childhood friend turned Court emissary?” 

“Do not talk about Thesan that way!” Ripping her arm from his hold, she glared at him. But the outburst was more out of anger for herself than Eris. Anger towards herself for failing to be there for her childhood friend when he had only ever been there for her. Even when she was a traitor to her Court while she helped her family in the Night Court. “The blade was covered in Aspidistra.” She sighed, “He did all he could, but sometimes things need to heal naturally.” 

“And the bodyguard?” The edge to Eris’ voice was not lost on her. She felt the same way when Thesan suggested it. Despite her protests, she knew her friend would only let her attend this meeting if she brought Jax. Beautiful, blonde broad Jax whose smile rivaled the sun. Who only ever wished to shine that light onto her. 

“As a general myself, I didn’t know suffocating you counted as his job.” Eris snidely commented. He knew that this was dangerous, that she was dangerous to both himself and his plans. And yet, he couldn’t stop. Damn the Mother and this female. 

“Am I interrupting something?”  An unapologetic voice spoke, breaking the tension.“Please tell me no because I surely want to join. I would love nothing more than to be between your twin flames.” 

“Lord Helion.” Returning Helion’s smile, [y/n] exhaled the breath she was holding.

“I had to fight your soldier to get in here [y/n].” Joining the pair on the balcony, Helion curiously eyed the fireling heir. “How did you get in here Eris?” 

Eris took a moment to consider. Or rather pretend to consider, his cryptic smile offering no truth. “As lord of this court, you should know of the many doors in this hall.” 

“Yes,” Helion began matching Eris’ smile before glancing at [y/n].  “Especially the ones left purposefully open.” 

As if tired of Eris games, Helion turned his attention fully to [y/n]. Bridging the gap between them, Helion took her hand in his.  “A little flower told me you’ve left your soldier quite unsatisfied in recent months.” 

“My Lilli telling you sordid stories amidst the throes of passion?”  She asked, her tone amused. How it related to her best friend’s fun with Helion she didn’t dare or care to guess. But she didn’t mind that her best friend spoke of her and Jax. She and Jax were a thing of the past and Lord Helion the diary of fae pleasures. 

“Well if you joined us, you could have done it yourself.” As he kissed the back of her hand, [y/n] realized she was wrong. Helion hadn’t been tired of Eris’ smoke and mirrors but rather was toying with Eris. Toying with the intention to figure them out. She wondered if Eris knew. 

With a clearing of his throat, Eris decided he was tired of this farce. He knew it would show weakness but the choice was between a throat clear or ripping Helion’s throat out. 

At the sound of the interruption, Helion’s eyes swept across Eris’ figure. A knowing smile spread across Helion’s face as if the Lord of this Court wouldn’t know what was brewing between them.  

Dropping [y/n]’s hand and stepping back, Helion put his hand over his heart in mock deference. “Forgive me, I’ll leave this healing salve on the table for you [y/n].”  But turning once more back to them, Helion offered a final smile, “Though selfishly,  I did very much enjoy the scent of your arousals.” 

Once Helion was gone, Eris allowed himself the moment to roll his eyes. With his gaze on [y/n], on the soft planes of her face and beautiful eyes, he knew Helion was right. If this was a taste of the smell, he would never survive this. He knew he would never survive them. 

“What?” She demanded, rueing his gaze. “What, Eris?” 

“Nothing,” Moving in closer, Eris traps her between his body and the balustrade, a pregnant space between them. “I just find it curious that he has been left unsatisfied since after the Mountain.”  With a step forward, their bodies almost touch. “Is it because of me?” 

Eris was shameless for her truths. Shameless in knowing that the bond, an ancient and primal thing, demanded nothing but clear devotion from them both. No matter how hard they fought it. 

Looking into his amber eyes, the gold flecks within them seemed to shimmer. The breath she took, didn’t steady her heart as she hoped. Instead, it made her realize how she was a hostage to her feelings in his gold cage. “A lot of things happened after the Mountain.” 

Watching her, Eris realized denial never looked so good on anyone as it did on her. 

“Mmhm,” The sound was a deep pleasant hum, and his lips tilted up teasingly. “And yet your gaze tells me differently.” 

“And what of yours?” She threw it back at him, “You are not above it all Eris. I saw your envy in Jax’s hand on my back, in Cassian’s hug, in Rhysland’s hand kiss, in Helion’s -“ 

His gaze hardened with each mention of a name until the words burst out of his mouth. “I do not need you to remind me of the casual touches you so willingly allow those males.” 

“Why? Say it.” The conflict in his eyes did not dissuade her from pressing further. “The choice is yours, Eris.” All the hardness in her voice softened, “I am yours to keep or I am yours to lose.”

“Vulnerability from the indomitable [full name]?” Eris’ deep voice fell into a conspiring whisper as he softly gazed at [y/n].  

Holding his gaze, [y/n] kept her voice steady. “Sensitivity from the unconscionable Eris Vanserra?” As his name left her mouth, his warm hand cupped her cheek. With each gentle caress, she found herself momentarily obnoxiously frozen beneath his touch.  

Neither of them knew who leaned in first. All they knew was that there was a space between them and then it was dwindling. Knew that they were gazing at each other and then suddenly their eyes were closed as their noses brushed against each other. Knew that they had had their own breaths and then suddenly they were sharing one as their lips brushed against each other’s. 

“We can’t do this.” [y/n] murmured breathlessly, as her fingers brushed the visible skin by his collar. The smooth warm expanse of skin was the only temptation she would give herself as all her strength went to not crushing her lips against his. 

“I know.” Eris wantonly replied, tilting her head to the side allowing him the reprieve of getting closer to her. Of allowing him to nuzzle his nose against hers as he tested his self control of her lips being a fraction of a space away. 

“We must be careful. If anyone were to find out, it would be disastrous.” He forced himself to not think of how sweet she felt in his hands. 

“Yes.” She forced herself to not think of how fast his heart was beating against her hand. 

Neither of them moved from their shared proximity despite those evident truths. With their foreheads leaning against each other, she supposed it would paint quite a pretty picture. She could see it now, Freye would call it ‘The Mating Bond: A Choice’. 

As if the Mother knew neither of them had the strength to separate, the door to her suite opened and closed. While the intrusion was not welcome, it was necessary. 

“Lord Eris.” Like a sunbeam breaking through a cloud, Jax watched out onto the balcony.  “I wasn’t aware sneaking into places was your thing.” 

[y/n] never quite understood when people spoke of a ‘sexy smoldering look’, how can burning slowly be sexy? But a flash, a flash spoke of uninhibited and unconscious things, of involuntary sparks that fan a fire. 

Like the flash of frustration across Eris’ face and the clench of his jaw from this interruption further sparking the flame of arousal burning inside of  her. 

She knew she could rationalize it all away. Maybe it was their placement in the Day Court. A court known for its prioritization of love and pleasure that had kept her in a constant state of arousal since her arrival. Having nothing to do with her brush with death a day ago nor arriving and seeing Eris. Eris who swaggered in looking like a man with nothing but free time to tease her. Or maybe, it was her close proximity to her former lover who once brought her immense pleasure and would do it again, if she only asked.

Or maybe, it was more primitive than that. Maybe having two handsome generals fighting over her and their constant snips for possession of her were going to drive her to insanity. Death by lust, she wondered how many beings died this way. 

“I think it speaks more about your skills than  mine when you left such a wide window of space.” Eris’ derisive tone was a stark contrast to his polite smile. 

Laughing mirthless, Jax clapped his hands behind his back. “Or maybe I let you ‘sneak in’.” 

“Did you?” 

Sensing this would only end badly, [y/n] stepped in between them. “I think it’s time to retire.”

Agreeing with the sentiment, Jax extended his right arm toward the door. “You heard the lady, goodnight lordling.” 

Stepping closer to [y/n] once more, Eris held Jax’s gaze as he leaned in to whisper in [y/n]’s ear.  “You should know by now that I always play to keep. Never to lose, Firefly.” 

And like a flame extinguished, Eris Vanserra winnowed away. Leaving [y/n] cold and short of breath by the implication. When the bond snapped, he called it a game but his words now spoke of intention. An intention to not run or reject the bond. She understood why many spoke of the mating bond as a blessing and a curse. 

“You need to be careful. I trust you, and your decisions but I don’t trust Eris. Why was Eris here? The assassination attempt very well could have been from Autumn, Beron is unpredictable. Or even Rhysland, we don’t truly know the motives of the Night Court.”

More like you don’t know the Night Court motives, she thought as she turned toward the balcony’s view. “Jax, I know Thesan sent you to watch me but I take very good care of myself. The assassin was literally dead before anyone even noticed he was there. You can relax and think of this as a vacation.”

“This is no vacation. You don't even believe that.” He joined her against the balustrade. 

“You’re right,” She sighed, wrapping an arm around herself. “We don’t know a lot, which is why we are here.” It was another pretty lie. 

Placing his hand over hers, Jax spoke with utter devotion. “I am here because I want you to be safe.” 

“Thank you.” It would be so easy to cup his face and enjoy the brush of his scruff against her hand. Easy to accept the offer of marriage sitting on the tip of his tongue. But it would all be a lie. It was after the Mountain. Now his sunshine burned and suffocated her. Now, she craved the warmth from a roaring fire and not a strong sunbeam. “I’m going to bed. If the couch is too rough, you can always take the suite next door.”

“This is Day, [y/n].” He called after her, watching her retreating figure. “These couches are made for comfort.”

A/N: Feedback is always appreciated! This is partly inspired by the song So It Goes by Taylor Swift and the show My Lady Jane

[deadghosy]

Platonic Sebastian Sallow Headcannons

“You’re so small….” Sebastian says with a teasing smirk. Eyes glancing at you, hands neatly together whilst you stand by him. “Oh bug off..” Sebastian making fun of you height if you’re short is definitely normal in the friendship.

Since he is naturally tall and big, he would put his big ass hand to your face. Making you annoyed. “Get your hand out of my face!” You hissed at Sebastian who had a neutral expression. “Hmm what about no?”

Then he smacked your forehead with the said hand. Making you immediately pull Sebastian’s slight curls to which he screamed to let go.

You two have friendly fights, and unfriendly fights. The friendly fights are just slight bickering back and forth, maybe a little bit of pinching each other. While the unfriendly fights might make you two become not friends. But some of those fights are rare as you both just do a mutual agreement. Both hating to apologize for such crude behavior. You two are Slytherins, so what’s to come is coming.

Ominis knows who you are, because of Sebastian’s big mouth of his. Sebastian when he met you. He was struck with how amazing you are and how you met his personality. Ominis however is sick of listening about you. Not because he hates you, Merlin’s no. It’s just because Sebastian doesn’t know when to shut up

During battles, he always makes sure you are safe and unharmed. He would hate to feel guilt of you being hurt in a battle during a mission or quest of sorts. Like wise, he would put himself in front of you if he deems someone a threat to you. Wand ready in hand to take them down.

Being clingy of you is an understatement when he walks you to class, sits next to you a lot, even in classes all the way during times of the great hall’s; breakfast, lunch, and dinner. So yes Sebastian may dismiss being so called clingy to you. But in all means, he’s use to it.

Now protective/jealous Sebastian is something no one should try to battle. Immediately gripping his wand as his other hand holds your hip tightly. Being behind you and watching your back with a serious gaze. Seriously though, you were trying to talk to someone when Sebastian took you away with a dash. Leaving the student confused to what just happened.

He’s the type to have a friend crush (a platonic crush where you want to deeply be friends with someone.) please, when he became your friend and when you admit he was your friend. Internally he was ecstatic. He tried to control the smile that was pulling on his lips. But he couldn’t help it.

“So am I really your friend?”

“…didn’t I just say that?”

This boy is weak against Nicknames from you. When you first called him “Seb” or even “sebby”. He’s immediately by you with a “yes?” Ominis is mentally gagging while using his wand to read.

Especially if you smile and call him “Seb”, he’s immediately being such a softie to you it surprises Leander. Leander was sure Sebastian was gonna tear his throat out before you called Sebastian that nickname. Smiling as you wanted to show him something, and sure as enough the Sallow male’s eyes lit up and went over to you. You sure are magic.

[thebest-medicine]

The Harm in Trying

MHA - BakuDeku & the Bakusquad lee!Bakugo, lers!Izuku Kaminari Kirishima & Sero - [read on ao3]

Summary: Bakugo is put into a ticklish situation by Midoriya with the rest of his friends… and of course he denies he’s ticklish.

A/N: I am so weak for giggly smiley Kacchan…it’s a problem and I’m making it all of y���all’s problem now. On a fucking roll with these BNHA fics lately, sorry not sorry for my bkdk brainrot~.

Words: 2.3k

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“Wait, no way! Kacchan! Are you still ticklish?” 

Bakugo can feel the heat of his blood burning across his face and ears with embarrassment. “The fuck? Of- of course not!” He dares a glance at Midoriya—and finds a knowing grin on his classmate’s face, instantly regretting the decision. “Don’t even think about trying—”

“Aw, why not? If you’re not ticklish~, then why does it matter?”

“Shut up, Deku!” Katsuki hisses. 

“No, no, Midoriya has a point.” Kirishima agrees, holding up a finger to get the attention of the rest of the group.

“Seriously, what’s the harm in trying~?” Kaminari grins.

Bakugo rolls his eyes at Izuku despite his prominent blush. “Look what you did. Damn it, nerd!” He cracks his knuckles and shifts his weight so he’s in a good place to spring up from his seat quickly if he needs to. “Hope you guys know, if you try this, I’m gonna kill—”

Sero is quick with his tape and has the advantage of being out of Bakugo’s line of sight. At the first sign of movement, explosions start to crackle off of his hands, and Katsuki leaps to a stand to put up a fight with his classmates. 

Instead of a fight, it’s over in moments, to Bakugo’s dismay, as tape wraps its way around his arms, legs, and whole body tightly. There’s a tug, and Bakugo feels himself tumbling backward, only to be caught short of the floor by Midoriya. 

Katsuki’s eyes flare with alarm as he realizes the brief battle has taken a severe turn out of his favor, and fast. He also notices Izuku looking down at him with.. Amusement? Concern? Interest? 

“What the hell?! You guys are seriously dead! Let me up! Now!” 

“…Sounds like something a ticklish person would say.” Kirishima smirks, moving closer.

Kaminari laughs, joining in. “Hehe yeah, you seem worried Bakugo… What’s wrong? Are you like reeaaaaally ticklish or something?”

“No you idiots! I just don’t like being jumped by my so-called friends! What the hell?!” 

Ignoring his barking, they reach in to help Midoriya lower Bakugo gently to the floor of the common room. Kaminari throws a leg over Bakugo’s legs while Kirishima untangles one of his arms and drags it up over his head, exposing his side. Sero sits down beside them. Katsuki’s other arm is taped against his side, and his legs are haphazardly wrapped together, meanwhile his idiot best friend now has one of his arms in a vice grip over his head. Kaminari settles into a spot just above Bakugo’s bound knees, holding him in place further. 

Midoriya leans in closer, shifting around the Bakugo’s side opposite Sero, clearly remembering the tickle fights they had gotten into as kids. “Uh oh, you’re in trouble Kacchan~.” 

All four of his classmates have excited grins on their faces. Fuck. Fuck. Red blooms across Katsuki’s face.

Kirishima brings a super wiggly teasing hand down slowly, frustratingly slowly, toward Bakugo’s exposed armpit, and he can’t help his eyes locking to it. “Seriously, cut this crap out!” 

“Not a chance!” Kirishima exclaims with a giddy smile.

Bakugo growls in frustration as the claw draws closer, just a few inches from his skin. Suddenly, it dips down faster, and a gasp fills the room just as quickly. 

Bakugo growls again when he realizes the trick… and his mistake. His attackers snicker with glee.

“Did you see his eyes just now?” Kaminari observes excitedly.

Sero chuckles along. “Yeah, oh man.” 

“You’re totally ticklish Bakubro.” Kirishima laughs, delighted, and continues his teasing descent.

“Bet you we can get him to giggle.” Kaminari suggests.

“I don’t fucking g-giggle.” Katsuki swallows, quick to stop talking as Kirishima’s fingers touch down, poking curiously. 

“Actually, Kacchan, I’m pretty sure you do have some giggle-spots.” Izuku chimes in, biting his lip to fight back his grin. 

“You’re gonna be the f-first to die, Deku!”

“Hey! That’s not very nice.” Izuku chuckles. “You’re not really in a good position to be rude right now.” He pokes his fingers into Kacchan’s tensed abdomen which jumps slightly under the touch. 

Bakugo’s skin is alight, his nerves tingling in anticipation. His focus is forced in on the points of contact his friends have with his underarm and stomach. “Don’t.” He grumbles weakly, energy focused on keeping his composure intact.

The hesitant yet curious fingers pick up pace, encouraged by his stonewalling. Kaminari joins in, pinching the tops of Bakugo’s thighs, and Sero starts poking at his exposed ribs. 

Katsuki twitches more and more under each touch, his chest starting to rattle a bit with held back laughter. This led him to the conclusion that he was absolutely, definitely, undeniably still ticklish. It was much worse than he remembered.

As his friends grow more and more confident by the moment, he finds it harder and harder not to laugh. A wide smile works its way onto his face and Katsuki curses himself internally. Soon, giggles are starting to slip through. He only wishes he could at least have a hand free to cover his ridiculous face. 

“It’s working! Look!” Kaminari concludes triumphantly, reaching up further to prod at Bakugo’s hip bones. 

“Ah! Stahahhop it—”

Kirishima and Sero grin in turn, encouraged, and start to tickle with more determination at their respective spots. It doesn’t take more than a few seconds for Katsuki’s laughter to begin leaking out.

“Nahahaha- idiots! Cuhuhuhut it out! Thihihis is stuhuhupid!” Bakugo complains, chuckling through his torment.

“It’s working, let’s get him worse!” Kirishima and Kaminari agree, suddenly tickling with fervor over their respective spots. 

“No!” Bakugo shouts, panic rising with his laughter as he realizes he can’t move.  

“Guys…” Izuku clears his throat for a moment. “Wait a second.”

They pause, turning to look at Midoriya.

“Let’s just… take it easy ok? I don’t think we should be too mean…” 

Kaminari shrugs. “I mean… He’s already gonna kill us all for this, regardless of what we do going forward.” 

“Yeah but.. I still think we should be...” Izuku pauses, drawing a lazy finger down Bakugo’s midsection, feeling the muscle tremble beneath it. Little protection is offered in the form of casual dorm clothes. “—well, try to be… nice. I think.” Izuku brings the rest of his fingers out into a spider-y crawl up to his ribs. “He always hated it if you went too hard, back then.” 

“Sh-shuhut the fuck up!” Katsuki growls between fading laughter. “Stop tahahalking about mehehe- while you’re—”

“Hey! He’s trying to stick up for you, bro.” Kirishima chastises, pinching Bakugo’s upper rib cage, sending his head back with a shout. He keeps up wiggling his fingers softly into the ribs.

“I don’t cahahahare! All of you shut uhuhuhup! Gehehet off already! It’s ahah- hahaha obviouslyhehehe not wohohohorking!” The fire of Katsuki’s embarrassed rage burns its way into the words, finding its way through despite the cackling laughter surrounding his words.

“Listen.” Kaminari leans in, trying to force eye contact with the flustered, angry blond. “Even though you’re being a big fat liar and a total jerk right now and you totally deserve to get it worse… We’re gonna listen to Midoriya and take it easy on you.” 

Part of Bakugo wants to scream, ‘don’t you dare take it easy on me! Ever!’ —but the ticklish part of his brain keeps that other part silent. He scoffs instead and tries again to kick his legs out unsuccessfully. “Whatever! Either get off or get whatever the hell you’re gonna do over with already!” 

Kirishima beams. “…That almost sounds like an invitation.”

“Shut up!”

“You need to work on your attitude, Kacchan~.” Kaminari snickers, poking a few times into Katsuki’s sides, and Bakugo tenses again, face still lit up with a warm blush. Midoriya continues to scribble gently at Bakugo’s stomach and up to his lower ribcage, searching for the perfect spot on his ribs that always made him.. Ah, there it was.

“Ehehehe, stahahaha— Deku d-dohohon’t!” Katsuki giggles.

“Are your feet ticklish too?” Sero asks, happy with his tape bonds and feeling a bit crowded with the other two up near Bakugo’s chest. 

Bakugo’s toes curl in his stupid, measly, unprotective slippers. “N-no! I told you— I’m not fucking tihihicklish!” He blatantly lies. “Sh-ahaha-shut up, stupid ehehextras!” 

Kirishima sighs dramatically over the sound of Bakugo giggling. “Sounds like we’re gonna be here a while guys…”

“That’s fine by me!” Kaminari adds gleefully, pinching at both of Bakugo’s hips every few seconds and watching him buck faintly at the touch.

Katsuki continues his mantra of cursing and denial, only encouraging his tormenting friends to push him, tickling and teasing with a greater boldness with each passing threat he makes. And well, damn if his own competitive steak isn’t to a fault — he can’t help the instinct that he doesn’t want to lose. He knows it’s stupid at this point to keep denying that he’s ticklish. And yet…

“Shuhuhut up! I’m nohohohot! I’m not! Ahahah- don’t! Shihihit-fuck you Deku! Hahaha nooo—”

“Ooh what’d you do?” Curious voices crowd Izuku, faces trying to catch on to what he did to attract Bakugo’s ire.

“Nothing—” Izuku lets out a little laugh. “Just—”

“Nothing!” Katsuki reiterates, interrupting and glaring up at Deku. 

Midoriya laughs awkwardly. “I think Kacchan would actually murder me if I showed you… sorry guys.”

They think for a moment, then shrug in agreement. “We’ll just have to keep doing this until we find whatever that spot was, then, I guess. Start a weekly tradition.” Kirishima says as though it’s a new chore they have to complete. 

“Don’t. Don’t you fucking dahaHAHAhahare!”

“Wow, Bakugo, for someone who’s definitely not ticklish, you’re laughing a lot.” Kaminari teases. “What's so funny?” 

“Your stuhuhuhupid fahace!” Bakugo laughs back without missing a beat. 

Kaminari narrows his eyes, then pulls away his hands. He pulls his hand in close to examine it, flexes his fingers a few times; he rests his fingertips gently on his other forearm, watching thoughtfully. Electricity crackles, quiet enough to miss over Bakugo’s strangled laughter. With a grin, both of Kaminari’s hands are back, reaching down toward Bakugo’s middle, who groans with frustration. 

When Kaminari touches his stomach this time though, he pushes his hand under the shirt and against the bare skin. Bakugo tenses even further, his mind stumbling between a mixture of embarrassment, lightness, anger, laughter, and an overloading nervous system. 

“The fuhuhuhuck are yOU-HA! STAHAHA-NO! WHAHAT!? WHAahahaha whahahat iS THAHAT!?” Comes Katsuki’s increasingly frantic response to the feeling of tiny, popping electrical stimulations pulsing out from Kaminari’s nimble fingers. 

“Oh man, seriously what is that?” Kirishima asks with a grin.

“If you want us to stop, all you have to do is admit that you’re ticklish~.” Kaminari reminds a cackling Bakugo. He drags his fingers in light, slowly closing and widening circles along the skin he can reach under Bakugo’s shirt that isn’t fully closed off by tape. “It’s nothing really, just getting a little creative with my quirk.” He says casually to his friend as though there were not a writhing Bakugo between them.

“That’s so cool! How’d you come up with that? Is it easy to manage the minimal electrical output? Oh man, it seems like it tickles really bad! Poor Kacchan..” 

“Hey, if you want to try it out next…” Denki snickers.

Izuku holds his hands up, crossing and uncrossing them in front of his chest quickly. “No! No, I’m, heh, I’m already really ticklish so…” He blushes crimson with a nervous smile.

“Oh are you now?” Kaminari winks, grinning. “Maybe we’ll have to test that some time.” 

“N- uh. Heh.” Midoriya’s face is red as he stumbles over words and eventually just turns to focus on poking at Kacchan in front of him rather than his future possible victimhood.

Sero, meanwhile, tickles up and down Bakugo’s soles and pinches at his ankles and calves and shins, gaining him some suppressed kicks and jerking muscles.

When Midoriya returns to tickling along his ribs, Bakugo feels that he isn’t going to be able to take this much longer, with Kirishima on his underarm and occasionally neck, Sero on his feet, and Kaminari spreading his terrible little sparking tickles all over his sides and stomach now.

“Fuck! Stahahahahop- ehehehehenough already!” Bakugo growls through his increasingly desperate laughter. 

“You just have to admit it~.” Kirishima sing-song’s.

Bakugo shouts through his laughter, frustrated and nearly at wit’s end. He grapples with the few options he can think of right now, landing on nothing but the obvious out. Deku’s fingers start crawling back up toward his ribs and he panics, shouting out between laughs. “Fine! Fihihihine I’m ticklish! It fucking tihihihihihickles! Ahahahahhare you happy nahahahow? I am! Ahaha- haha is- is thihihis what you wahahahanted?!” 

Everyone slowly pulls their hands away, leaving a panting, flustered, still-giggling Bakugo taped up between them all. 

“See, that wasn’t so hard!” Kaminari laughs, starting to tug at the tape securing their friend. 

Bakugo flinches when he first reaches in, which makes everyone laugh again. Soon, everyone is helping, and Bakugo is quickly free enough to stand up and rip the rest off. He tries to glower, to stare them all down, but the red hasn’t left his cheeks yet, and the smile is still fighting its way onto his lips. 

“You’re all gonna fucking die. I hope you know.” Katsuki cracks his knuckles, then turns and points accusatorily. “Especially you, Deku!” 

“Wha- me?!” 

“Obviously! This was all your fault!” 

Midoriya squeaks, shrinking in on himself and putting distance between him and Kacchan. 

“I have better things to do right now. But you’re all gonna get yours.” Bakugo threatens as he heads toward his dorm to ‘do better things’ (totally not just take a nap because he’s exhausted from laughing so hard).

[notafunkiller]

Bucky's here

Summary (Prompt): “Are you sure a kiss is all you want?”

Pairing: thunderbolts!Bucky Barnes x female reader

Warnings: teasing, pet names, no mention of y/n

Word Count: <1K

Bucky Barnes masterlist

A/N: This story is based on @marvelouslizzie's prompt

Please, do not repost or translate without my permission!

You’re not sure what’s worse: the way John talks about Bucky to you or how close his face is to yours.

“I didn’t ask for your opinion, did I, Walker?”

“You’re with The Winter Soldier.”

You roll your eyes at his tone. You wonder what in your attitude made him think he has the right to speak like this. “Is that supposed to be an insult? At least he didn’t choose to get the super soldier serum out of weak-” You stop talking when he slaps the wall, right next to your head, keeping his hand there, probably trying to intimidate you. You flinch because of the sudden movement, but you don’t let him use this to his advantage. “You are so weak!”

“I was Captain America, you can’t say I am weak.”

“You were, yes. Past tense.” You snort, amused by his confidence, and look at his hand. “Drop it before my Winter Soldier boyfriend comes and breaks it for you.”

“He can’t do that since we got the same powers.”

You let out a laugh that echoes through the whole room. Does he really believe that?

“Is that what you tell yourself? That’s... interesting.”

“Very interesting, and I think we should test that.”

Bucky’s here! You look at the door, satisfied to see him coming toward you while taking off his gloves. What surprises you is the fact that John doesn’t move an inch as he just stares at Bucky. How delusional is this guy? Bucky was right, there’s no hope left for him.

“You can’t do anything to me, Barnes!”

“If you mean my parole, you don’t need to worry about it.” There is something about Bucky’s cynical smile that makes you feel very happy. It actually turns you on. You like his grumpiness, his sassiness, and his style.

“He thinks he’s on your level,” you remark. “Can you just,” you don’t have to finish the sentence as you wave around because you know that would be clear for him, and before John can even anticipate what is happening, he’s a few inches away from you with his hand behind his back, trying to fight Bucky’s hold. “Thank you, baby!”

“Want me to break his fingers?”

You pretend to think for a few seconds. It’d be fun, but also a waste of time, and all you want is to fuck the shit out of Bucky the moment you get home. Or maybe in the car. Or maybe in the bathroom. “Let’s go, I don’t want to be in the same room with him anymore.”

Bucky lets go quickly as he notices the neediness in your voice, but not before whispering something that you can’t quite catch, but John freezes and that is enough for you.

You smile and takes Bucky’s metal hand to you drag him out.

“You okay?” He asks concerned.

“I am perfect. You’re my hero.”

He stays completely still for a second, and you can’t help but gasp when you feel his lips on your jaw. He moves so fast.

“Your hero?”

You smile. “You’re always my hero, baby.”

“And doesn’t your hero deserve a reward?”

You look at him surprised, bringing your hand to his cheek. You wanted to touch his face all day. “Whatever you want. I can give you anything.”

He makes sure to check if there is anyone around before he grabs your ass. “A kiss.”

So innocent...

You smirk and happily get on your tip-toes to make him lean in a little less. He’s not patient at all, and the moment you press your lips on his, he immediately licks your bottom lip in order for you to get the idea and open your mouth.

As soon as he deepens the kiss, you forget where you are. It’s crazy how kissing can be so addicting and overwhelming every time. God, this man knows how to use his tongue! And his hands...

“There we go, sergeant,” you say, trying to catch your breath after breaking the kiss suddenly just to test his reaction.

He opens his eyes confused and squeezes your ass.

“Hmmm. Are you sure a kiss is all you want?”

“I’m gonna make you beg tonight, mark my words, doll!” It’s a warning you’ve been waiting for. You grab his chin, satisfied, and kiss his cheeks before dragging him to the car.

You wonder if you’re even gonna make it home.

[starogeorgina]

Redemption

Warning: Swearing, oral sex

Pairing: Ivar × reader

1.02

“Once we lure them into position, I’ll give you the signal, then you’ll light the bastards up—Ivar stop,” you laugh, feeling his hands roam over your body. “I’m trying to help you plan a war.”

“I’m aware.”

“It’s difficult to concentrate when you do that.”

“Do what?” Ivar smirks, kissing your neck. He continues to squeeze at your breasts over your dress. His two favourite things were fucking and fighting, so talking battle strategies was hard for im. Ivar begins kissing your neck, leaving purple marks as a way of reminding others that you are his. “I’m not doing anything you don’t like.”

You turn your head and kiss him. Your lips linger as your mind begins to race with a thousand thoughts. It hadn’t been long since you lost your baby, and you hadn’t been intimate since.

Ivar rubs his finger along your cheek. “Are you okay?”

“Yes,” you say, kissing him again. “I want you, Ivar. I want you to do more things I like.”

He tilts his head to the side and gives you a small smile. Ivar smooths your hair out of your face, and the gaze in his eyes somehow brought you comfort; it was as if he was looking deep into your soul and knew what you were thinking. “I will not rush you, Drifa,” he says. “But I know something we can do, something we both like.”

Seeing the mischievous look on his face, you raise your brows and ask, “What's that?”

—

Ivar smirks in amusement as the sword in your hand rests at the top of his neck. He says, “You fight dirty; I’ve taught you well.”

You toss your sword to the side, pick up two axes, and hand one to Ivar. He told you that non-Viking armies didn’t see women as much of a threat; he wanted you to prove them all wrong. Ivar took great pride in coaching you in sword fighting, throwing spears, and aiming your bow and arrow.

“Perhaps one of my brothers will spar with you later.”

You pull a face and say, “Ubbe or Hvitserk. Last time I sparred with Sigurd, your mother was mad at me for hurting him.”

With a boyish smile on his face, Ivar says, “You knocked his front tooth out; it was a wonderful thing to witness.”

You’d always hated Sigurd and the way he treated Ivar and his mother. You think back to that day and how you and Sigurd got into a fight because he kept insulting your dead parents. At first, his brothers laughed until the first blood was drawn. You feel awful thinking about Hvitserk trying to separate you and accidentally backhanding him.

Lost in thought, you don’t notice Ivar talking to you until he places his hand on your waist. “What are you thinking about?"”

“The time I burst Hvitserk lip.”

“Hvitserk adores you.” Ivar throws his axe, which hits the mark on the tree. “So do Ubbe and Bjorn. As did my mother.” Ivar takes the other axe from your hand and repeats the action, hitting the mark perfectly again. “Sigurd is scared of you because he is weak and knows he cannot compete.”

“Have I told you recently how much I love you?”

Ivar blushes. “No, but I never tire of hearing it.”

You kiss him on the cheek before going to retrieve the axes so you can continue throwing them. You continue training until the sun begins to disappear behind the clouds and the sky quickly becomes dark as the weather changes quickly.

The rainfall is heavy, causing the mud to splash up onto Ivar’s face and neck while he dragged his body along the ground as you headed home. Seeing the pain in Ivar’s face, you suggest taking shelter from the rain underneath a large tree. You sink down beside Ivar and lean your head on his shoulder.

You sit in silence until Ivar lets out a deep breath and asks, “Why doesn’t it bother you?”

“What?”

“Being married to a cripple.”

You roll your eyes. Every time Ivar felt self-consciousness, he would question why anyone loved him. His insecurity became worse when his brother told him; nobody loved him, and everyone felt sorry for him. “I’ve told you to stop listening to Sigurd.”

“It’s true, though; I am a cripple. And my weaknesses are your weaknesses.”

“Your legs aren’t a weakness, Ivar. They are your greatest strength. People will always underestimate a cripple.”

Ivar opens his mouth to argue, but you cut him off with a kiss. You brush your nose against his as you straddle his lap, careful not to put too much pressure on him. The feral look in Ivar’s eyes sparks something inside you; all you wanted was for him to devour you. “You are Ivar the boneless, the strongest and most violent man I’ve ever met.”

Ivar grips your jaw with a devilish glint in his eyes. “You think I’m violent?”

“I think you're the most bloodthirsty Viking to ever exist.”

“Stand up.”

Following his order, you stand up. Seeing Ivar lower his trousers so his cock can spring free, you pull up the bottom of your dress. He grins, clasping his hands around your thighs. Ivar brings you in closer so he can put his mouth on your aching core. You let out a moan when you fell his warm tongue swipe over your folds before turning his attention to your clit.

“Mmmm.. Ivar, just like that,” you encouraged, “please don’t stop!”

He sucks and flicks his tongue on your abused clit, speeding up his actions until you cum, legs shaking around his head. When you come down from your high, you kneel down and twirl your tongue over the head of Ivar’s hard cock before taking him full into your mouth. He uses one hand to grip your hair, while Ivar uses the other to pinch your nipple, as Drool dribbles down your chin while you bob your head. Tears roll down your cheeks as you gag, feeling his cock start to jolt in your mouth. Ivar tightens his grip as spurts of hot cum shoot down your throat.

He grunts, “Swallow all of it like a good wife.”

Sitting up, you wipe the saliva away with the back of your hand. Ivar shuffles to put his cock back into his trousers. You kiss the palm of Ivar’s hand when he cups your face. “We should get back; it’s almost time for supper, and we both need to bathe.”

—

You take another mouthful of ale as your eyes jump between the brothers sitting around the table. There was a weird atmosphere, and you were trying to figure out why. Ubbe and Ivar feasted, laughed, and drank ale while Hvitserk looked nervous. He kept glancing at Sigurd, who had been smirking most of the night. When you returned, you had bathed and changed into a clean dress, while Ivar remained in the same mud-covered clothes. The only reason his hands were free from dirt was because he washed your back and hair.

Sigurd suddenly burst out laughing, gaining the attention of his brothers. “Do you all remember when Margrethe said Ivar couldn’t pleasure a woman? Well, today I found out that’s not true.”

You and Ivar look at each other and ask, “What?”

“Me and Hvitserk were coming back from a hunt and saw-”

“I did not look,” Hvitserk says quickly, not letting his brother finish his sentence. You patted the back of his hand; although he was a menace at times, Hvitserk was respectful and would never deliberately watch such a thing.

“Enough,” Ubbe says. “We will hear no more of this.”

Sigurd ignores his elder brother and continues talking. “I’m just sharing that I’m happy for Ivar. At least it can finally put the rumors of Drifa carrying another man’s child to rest.”

“It was you who told others that!”

He shrugs. “I stand corrected; I can tell others I know Ivar gets hard because I caught you with his dick in your mouth.”

Ubbe and Hvitserk stare at him, unimpressed.

Tears of embarrassment swell in your eyes, but you refuse to let them fall. You glance at your husband to see his reaction to his brother's taunting. Ivar peels the last bit of meat from the bones of his meal off with his teeth, then tosses the bare animal bone onto the table. “What kind of man talks about his brother's wife in that way?”

The amused smile drops from Sigurd’s face, “I’m—”

“I swear to the gods that if I ever hear you talk about my beautiful Drifa in such a way again, brother, you’ll leave me no other choice but to kill you.”

The room falls silent as Ivar’s threat lingers in the air. Sigurd looks to his brothers, but when neither of them say anything, he storms off, leaving the rest of you to enjoy the remainder of your night.

[caustinen]

clegan drabble 💞📑⚖️

— secret relationship / lawyer au

Gale is deep in thought, staring at the papers in his hand with a slight frown. He doesn’t look up when someone knocks on his open office door — mainly because he can tell it’s Bucky without having to check. It’s evident by — well, everything, the rhythm of his steps when they approached, the way the air smells of smugness and his favorite cologne, and the firmness in which he knocked.

Fair enough, the footsteps continue further without waiting for invitation. Gale puffs out a breath, gesturing with his occupied hands, still not looking up. ”I know we’re supposed to be having dinner right now but I just got the new evidence on the Hausmann case this afternoon and- Mpfh!”

He’s very rudely interrupted by a pair of insistent lips pressing to his. Bucky isn’t bothered by him not being ready for it in the slightest, just pulls him close by the waist — which is not tiny by the way, no matter what Bucky keeps insisting every time he grabs it in bed — and bites into the lush lips with his own with a passion that suggests it would’ve been quite a while longer than a couple of hours since he last did it.

Gale surrenders to the antics like it was a natural disaster — why fight what is inevitable? — but when John snatches the papers from his hands and throws them carelessly to the table behind himself Gale makes a protesting sound and presses his newly freed hands to his chest in mild protest.

”John,” he whines and the smirk on Bucky’s face makes him want to punch him almost as much as he wants to kiss is again, ”what are you-” ”The damn new copying machine jammed again, and I figured the only way I wouldn’t kick it was if I could jam my tongue to the back of your throat in turn.”

Gale looks at him blankly. ”That’s. Not-” ”I would of course prefer to destroy it by having you over it so hard that they’d have to buy a new one. We could really help the whole office with one easy, selfless act, doll.”

Gale scoffs but he knows Bucky can tell he’s fighting a smile. The second kiss is more gentle but still quite too intense for a work environment. Bucky has one hand around Gale’s waist and the other on his cheek, Gale’s are resting lazily on his hips as they indulge in each other, breathe quietly in their lovers lips and enjoy the forbidden bliss of doing this at work — it feels more meaningful than it is, really, like they’re not only breaking the rules of their office but also the deeper system it is embedded to; pleasure at work fights with the ideals of capitalism themselves, Gale would probably muse if he wasn’t so damn busy not thinking about anything but how lovely it is to kiss someone you love. He pushes John gently towards the table behind him and exhales as he bites his lowelip when John pulls him against his spread legs.

He needs to catch his breath though, and that’s when he realizes they are not even as thinly veiled as he would have hoped. ”You left the door open,” he says, trying to push him farther so the pose wouldn’t be so damning, ”my secretary-” ”I sent him away,” John says, uninterested, and tries to pull Gale closer by his tie. The younger doesn’t budge, though, but rather lifts a hand to his own lips and then looks at the fingers as if he could from there see how swollen, how incriminating, the scene they make looks.

”Anyone could walk in.” John groans and bites the air between them, running his hands down Gale’s sides. ”Don’t get me more excited than I already am, damn, sweetheart.” ”Oh for fuck’s sake-”

Bucky kisses him again to silence him, and despite a weak fight Gale allows it well enough. After, when Bucky pulls away, he takes Gale’s face between his palms and makes him look into his eyes.

”Baby. Everyone else left like an hour ago. It’s 8pm. You work too much. Time to call it a night.”

Gale stares at him, blinking a couple of times before slowly checking his watch and realizing John is not joking. He really has been at the office for more than 13 hours. Oops.

”I…” ”Save it, cowboy,” Bucky says with the easiness that Gale so loves about him as he stands up straight and takes Gale’s jacket from the chair. ”I love how much you care. I also love that I get to be the one who tells you when you’re an idiot workaholic and need to go home for a bit so you can be an idiot workaholic tomorrow too.” Gale sighs dramatically but does put on the coat Bucky is holding up for him.

”Well,” he says sheepishly as Bucky drags him out of the office by the hand and stops to lock the door, ”I can’t cook anything nice to apologize at home but maybe I can think of something else to reward such patience for my crime of attempting to serve justice.”

Bucky chukles, leaning up from the lock and and taking Gale’s hand to his. ”That copying machine gets to live one more day then,” he says and kisses Gale’s knuckles. Gale tries to swat him but he dodges. They’re both giggling and Gale knows he must be too tired when he’s this careless at the office but to be fair it is late and everyone truly is home. He dares one more kiss when they wait for the elevator.

People at their office don’t need to know about his personal life. They don’t need to know he’s fucking his boss. They don’t need to know that it’s been going on for years but it wasn’t until yesterday when Bucky had taken him into a fancy restaurant and told him he loves him and wants to be more than friends who have sex sometimes (quite frequently lately) (and exclusively) but still, he wants to be even more than that. They don’t need to know Gale’s heart had bursted in the moment when his deepest, most hidden dream had come true, and butterflies don’t even begin to explain the sensations those words set in motion. They don’t need to know he and Bucky made love all night, that he fell asleep in Bucky’s bed, and that he plans on doing that again tonight.

He looks at Bucky and feels a fondness that’s almost like pain as it stretches over the places in him that used to be longing and achiching. He looks down shyly before raising his eyes again, kissing Bucky’s knuckles in turn.

”My place or yours?”

[pettypuppy-jonghyun]

Giggle Fits

Summary: most precious bean in all the earth cannot stop laughing and making dumb jokes with his s/o, but they share his humor too warnings: none just fluff (and maybe bad jokes and quotes) 1028 words

Wooyoung was already sitting on the couch munching on some snacks when you entered the living room. Your favorite blanket was conveniently wrapped around his frame, tucked deeply behind him, most likely to prevent you from taking it back. He did everything possible to avoid eye contact.

You squinted your eyes at him, plopping down on the couch. "You look cosy," you remarked sarcastically.

He hummed, biting back a mischievous smile and still avoiding your eyes. He knew he would be unable to keep a straight face if he looked at you. That man was weak when it came to you.

A moment passed where he finally managed to fight the urge and settled back into his show. It was one he often binged when he came home. You recalled him mentioning how much he preferred to watch crime shows when he was in comfortable clothes and knew he wouldn't be sleeping alone.

The next episode started, the familiar theme song playing once again. "You know, you'd think the singers would get tired of repeating this song for every episode."

Wooyoung suddenly burst into laughter at your silly words, immediately looking your way. "What are you even saying?"

You started giggling too, shrugging carelessly. "What? Am I wrong? It's the same one each time!"

He continued to laugh loudly, hand reaching up to cover his mouth as if to contain the sound. "You're so stupid. What are on?"

You couldn't help but lean forward in your seat, laughing just as loud as him. "You're stupid! You're telling me they don't get tired of repeating it so often? The same song, over and over-" you were cut off by a pillow being launched in your face.

"Stop it!" Woo cried out, wiping at the tears that built up. "I can't hear the show!"

You threw the pillow back at him, cheeks hurting from grinning so hard. "You're going to look at me and tell me that I'm wrong?"

He let out a scream, his laugh increasing its pitch as his head fell forward and landed on the arm of the couch. "Why are you...quoting...videos?" His words were barely coherent with the gasping in between.

You two shared random moments like these often. It only took one comment for you to suddenly burst into a fit of giggles, bouncing off each other's energy until you couldn't breathe. Usually it was over something dumb and not nearly as funny to others, but that's what made it special. The fact you shared the same humor and enjoyed those dumb laughs.

You were able to sit up more after a moment of deep breaths, regaining your train of thought as you did so. "No but seriously you need to start skipping the intro or I will murder you in your sleep."

He sighed heavily, flexing his mouth to help ease the pain in the muscle. "That took a dark turn. "

You sent a pointed finger his way. "I'm serious. And hand over my blanket while we're at it."

"Yes, your majesty," Wooyoung suddenly had a polite response, removing the blanket to raise it above his head with both hands.

Yanking the blanket, you nod at him. "That's what I thought."

He stands, moving to your side of the couch to hover above you. You curl your lip up at him in annoyance, moving your head around him to see the tv. However, Woo blocked you each time.

"Please allow me to lay with you."

Surprised by his words you stare up at at him with a laugh starting again. "What? Do what with me now?"

He smirked, leaning down to grab your arms and hold them away from your blanket. Quickly, he managed to sneak between the comforter and you, snuggling close to you. He nuzzled his head right in your neck, humming softly.

"Get off me you peasant!" You yelled out, wiggling so you could escape his grasp. But it was too late. His arms already snaked around your shoulders, encasing you in and tugging you closer. "Free me!"

He shook his head at your pleas. "Even peasants have desires, your majesty!"

The two of you started giggling at the strange conversation, having no control over the atmosphere anymore. When it came to your evenings together, it was like laughing gas filled the air each time. Uncontrollable laughter becomes quiet only for a brief amount of time before it starts up again.

"Let me go-"

"Shh!" He yelled, a hand struggling to raise up and cover your lips. "The show...it's on!"

You stopped suddenly, eyes maneuvering back to the tv to watch the show you both missed more than half of. Still, you both silently watched the scene that caught his attention. You sat there, squeezed against your lover-against your will- with his hand cupped harshly around your mouth, intently staring at the screen.

"I knew it," he whispered to you, shaking his head. "It was the mother all along."

Taken aback, you swivelled your head to look at him with furrowed eyebrows. "You watched the show without me," you accused.

He sucked in his lips, once again avoiding your eyes. "I did not."

Your eyes widened. "With San?!"

He released you quickly, rushing to put distance between you and him. "Baby, wait-please, wait! Y-you see, I was bored on the airplane, and I-"

"I thought I was the only person you'd cuddle after watching true crime." You shook your head at him. "I guess I was wrong. I guess Kristoff doesn't love you enough to leave you behind."

Wooyoung stumbled over his feet as he attempted to go back to his side of the couch. "Why are you quoting things again?!"

Giggles escaped your lips, mimicking his. "Why do you understand what I'm quoting?"

He rubbed at his face, trying desperately to stop laughing. "I hate you so much."

"Right back at you," you joked, winking and smiling big.

You could never have these sort of conversations with anyone else. The laughs, the crazy talk, the understanding, all of it combined just made the best conversations for you to share. And that was something you grew to adore about Wooyoung.

[xxsycamore]

❝ 𝐂𝐑𝐘𝐁𝐀𝐁𝐘 ❞

╰┈➤ ❤ You're overstimulated, and Napoleon is being a bully.

Napoleon Bonaparte/f!Reader • rating: E (MDNI) • tags: Overstimulation; Multiple Orgasms; Creampie; Vaginal Sex; Teasing; Embarrassment; Crying; Dacryphilia; Dirty Talk; Begging; rough but also soft sex; Aftercare • wordcount: 2,048 • masterlist

a/n: I've been wanting to have a napo smut titled Crybaby for SO LONG NOW. Ever since that one event came out where he kept calling MC that. Knowing him, I think he might be into this...

"Napoleon… you're staring…"

Chest still rising and falling in labored breaths, you try to get the attention of the man seated between your legs, as he yet still fails to snap out of the trance on his own.

You know you can do this faster if you close your legs and devoid him of the view that so seems to interest him. But you don't -  on the excuse of the tiredness in your limbs.

The load of cum he'd put deep inside you just moments ago has now began to gush out and Napoleon's clear jade eyes, still clouded by lust, proudly follow the white rivulet down the curve of your slightly raised legs.

"I am."

He's shameless and blunt, knowing fairly well the effect it has on you. The embarrassment you're trying to evoke in him ricochets right back at you, as he makes you self-aware of the fact that you feel a certain way about him staring. At least enough to point it out.

Napoleon chuckles, easily making the tension dissipate as he leans down to place a peck against your pursed lips. He notices you trying to prop up on your elbows and is quick to gently push you back down.

"I'll take care of everything, just rest."

Still pouting because he's unfairly knightly as if he wasn't being a big tease just a second ago, you sink deeper into the soft embrace of the duvet, losing the inner fight too soon and letting yourself be pampered. Your eyes are closed by the time he returns, but you feel his presence as he climbs on the bed again.

You can't help the small shiver running down your lower half as your senses register a damp cloth grazing along your skin. The coolness it brings is not unwelcome on your overheated areas, and Napoleon is so gentle with you. He made a mess, it's only rightful for him to clean up after himself, after all.

You mewl as Napoleon's fingers brush past your clit. The added friction from the cloth makes his touch foreign and exciting to your sex, and you try not to fall too deep into the feeling because that's hardly the point. Even if the rational part of your brain understands that this is not Napoleon toying with you, the psychological part has other ideas.

But so does the man above you, encouraged by your lascivious sounds. He smirks and places his thumb right above the bundle of nerves at the apex of your folds, and drags his finger down slowly.

The moment the very edge of his fingertip comes in contact with your sweet spot, shockwaves strike through your core like lightning, making your lower half rise from the bed.

"Ahh!"

The smirk stays on Napoleon's face as he pretends to carry on with his task of cleaning you. His thumb grazes past your clit once more and you jump again, letting out a prolonged whimper.

He must be enjoying your reactions a little too much. While the sight of you writhing in pleasure entertains him every time he finds you underneath him, this time it's so much easier to pry them out, when you're overstimulated like that.

He knows better than to mess with you when you're spent and too sensitive, having earned his fair share of weak slaps against the arms or across his face for such indulgences.

Except, this time your protest never comes.

In the back of his head, he tells himself he's being way too cruel to you, but then he's reminded of your words. You're the one telling him time and time again not to hold back and to love you with all of his heart's intensity; and in the bedroom you're only more encouraging.

He flicks your clit with his finger once again, and your legs instinctively close against his arm.

And when you're being like that, he only falls harder for you.

The cloth is quickly discarded and forgotten as Napoleon makes himself more comfortable between your legs, like a big cat leisurely playing with its food until it's had enough. You peek from between half-closed eyelids, finding the sight of Napoleon's forearm sandwiched between your tightly shut legs. The muscles on it flexing because of the movement of his fingers where you can't see them; the vein running down the side of it becoming more prominent.

The sounds spilling from your lips are characteristic of the moments where he's fucking you so hard you forget to care about being too lewd; yet now he's doing so little and you're sounding so pathetic. Naturally, the back of your hand comes over your agape mouth in an ill-fated attempt to regain some of your decency. You subconsciously bite into the knuckles of it.

Napoleon eyes you with calculation among other things. He needs to be careful for the signs of you being too caught in it all to judge when it's too much, never taking the trust you put in him for granted.

He loves the way you squeeze his hand, even if it soon becomes numbing. He stokes your clit a little more to his best extent, the sensation now doing the opposite to you and making you part your legs wide, releasing him at last.

That only gives him an opening to attack, resuming his slow, firm strokes that make shockwaves run through you.

"Awww, you got wet again."

Your breath hitches, being caught by surprise despite how obvious it is that your body is bound to get aroused again under his ministrations. You watch in embarrassment as Napoleon cooes and gathers some of the lubrication you secreted and rotates his fingers in the air to show you the web-thin thread between them. With how well he cleaned you just awhile ago, your arousal now becomes only more prominent somehow.

When his thumb returns to your clit, it's slicked and the movement becomes more fluid, leaving you with no room to catch your breath between strokes. You let out more needy sounds as overstimulation and fresh arousal clash inside you.

"You're hurting yourself… Let's put that hand away."

Blinking in confusion, you need a moment to understand exactly what he means. As Napoleon gently guides your hand away from your mouth, you see the teeth marks you left on it. Napoleon's own hand follows your own until it falls safely to the side of your head, and he returns his gaze to yours.

There are physiological tears at the corners of your eyes.

Napoleon lets out a short and sharp laughing noise.

"Crybaby."

You toss your head to the side, only making the shiny dewdrops caught on your eyelashes more obvious to the man above you. Your lips are pursed in a permanent pout.

The warmth of Napoleon's hand on yours leaves you only to keep your left leg spread wide, as he quickens the pace of rubbing your clit. He strokes the overstimulation out of you, as your body gradually becomes more pliant and welcoming to his touch in a familiar old anticipation.

But for what it's worth, the slightly raw feeling at your core nudges those tears into finally spilling past your eyes.

Napoleon cooes at you again, leaning down until you feel his breath fanning over your cheek. He kisses your hot skin, his lips catching the tears. You wonder if your tears from pleasure arouse him.

"Crybaby."

He's such a bully.

Despite the obscene circumstances, he seems to find you nothing short of adorable, with the way he peppers you with kisses.

"My poor crybaby darling. What am I gonna do with you?"

The growing arousal makes you greedy and demanding, as you toss again, but this time in a provoking fashion. No, letting your body's language speak for you is not enough anymore, you need to spell it out for him.

"I feel so… empty…"

The momentary halt of his fingers gives him away, even if he pretends not to hear you. Your legs move frantically, switching between closing and opening in desperation. As horny as you are, your body will need more than that to be pushed over the edge. You have no choice but to try again.

"Napoleoooon… put it in… I need your cock again…please…?"

The small curve of that last word that emphasizes your begging does things to him, you know fairly well. He stares you down.

"How are you so sure that I can go again? Or have you been actually just trying to seduce me all this time?"

For a moment your eyes widen, finding reason in his question. Just because you're burning from the inside doesn't mean that Napoleon is also ready to-

The sensation of something hard rubbing against your inner thigh startles you.

Soothing is not the right word to describe this discovery, as Napoleon barely gives you time to rearrange your thoughts before he positions himself over you properly, guiding his swollen cockhead in.

Believing that your little midday love session was truly ending awhile ago, Napoleon had put on his trousers, even if leaving the belt to fasten only after he takes care of you. Now with the change of plans, he cares little about discarding his pants again, as fucking you on the spot is more important.

As a result, the buckle of his belt repeatedly clashes against the bed, the metal prong making a clinking sound that joins with the noises of copulation. Napoleon fucks you into the mattress, knowing he can go as fast and as wild as he wishes, neither of you bound to last long anyway.

The last traces of tears escape from the corners of your eyes that have watered one last time with the intrusion of his cock. Despite the sensitivity of your walls, your core remembers Napoleon's shape so well, greedily sucking him in as soon as he builds up a steady pace.

Your arms and legs lock around him, as if afraid that all of this is just another one of his tricks.

"I'm going to fuck you so hard— fill you to the brim—"

You all but scream against his chest as you can only receive his rapid pounding and wait for him to fulfill his promise. Your walls clamp down around him, desperately dragging him together with you in the pit of pleasure as you feel your orgasm approaching dangerously fast.

The noises of skin on skin fill your ears along with Napoleon's occasional swearing, cracking the composure of his otherwise not too filthy mouth. He slams his hips onto yours sloppily, losing all demure, and finally erupts inside you.

Reaching your peak together with him, you see stars behind your eyelids as Napoleon's cum paints your insides spurt by spurt. For a second among the euphoria you wonder if you feel so full because some of his cum from earlier was still trapped inside you.

The vice-tight grip of your arms around him turns into something softer, more reminiscent of an embrace. So does the hold Napoleon's strong hands have on your waist. As he settles you back down on the mattress from where you soared unnoticeably, your body tight as a string, you gradually begin to relax once more, melting together with him to a content pile of limbs.

Napoleon rains kisses on your face, from your forehead to the curve of your lip to your slightly damp cheeks.

"Now, what if I wanted to watch my cum leak down your thighs again?"

You can't believe him. Rolling over as if to avert your gaze in disdain, you turn your back to him.

He opens his mouth to bite back, preparing something along the lines of not deserving the cold treatment after how good he loved you, but he pauses. On wobbly legs, you arch your back and tuck your knees beneath you.

The sight is all but scandalous as Napoleon's load runs down your leg.

With forehead pressed against the bed, you let out a faux sigh, seeing how lost for words he seems to be.

"Just try not to get aroused again, Napoleon. Please."

Caressing the curve of your thigh up to your ass, Napoleon lets out a wry laugh, even if there's no actual bite to it.

"Look who's talking."

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[i-heart-yellowstone]

A Boy Named Cooper Norris

Hello, my readers. This is a preview of a Yellowstone / Landman crossover idea that I had recently. Please let me know if you would like this to actually happen.

Raised Fair Share of Hell

Faith's pov

Walking on the campus I felt the wind blow up the back of my green dress. Thankfully I decided to wear leggings underneath it even if it was another hot day in Texas.  Frantically moving my head back and forth I knew that I probably looked like a fool not being able to even find my way back to my dorm room after leaving my family in the parking lot seeing as they had a long drive home.

Stopping on the middle of the sidewalk I turned the campus map in different directions in my hands hearing someone walking up behind me so I asked my question.  "Excuse me, could you point me in the direction of the East Wind dorm building?"

"I can show you something better than that.  My bed specifically." A guy tan with short black hair smirked quickly walking up and pushing my body up against the nearest campus light post.

I grunted against his tight grip on arms, dropping my backpack and map on the grass.  "Please let me go.  I - I don't know you.  I'm just looking for my dorm."

"You want me.  You want me by walking on this campus by wearing that dress.  I know it." The guy put his face closer to mine making me get even more uncomfortable.

Shaking my head I attempted to push him off of me but he was much stronger than I was.  "Please just let me go."

"Nah.  I'd rather have my way with you."

Another male voice joined the conversation causing me and the guy holding me hostage to turn our heads in the direction of the new voice. "The girl said to let her go."

"I wasn't asking for your permission." The stranger snapped at the other guy who had begun to take a few steps toward us.

The new guy who was wearing a red baseball cap with a big letter T on it.  He turned his hands into fists challenging the stranger.  "Clearly you didn't ask for hers.  Now you heard her, let her go before I make you."

"You're gonna make me.  Ha. Yeah right, little worm." The stranger dryly chuckled hiking up part of my dress

The other guy suddenly ran forward tacking the guy who previously had his hands on me.  The new guy wrapped his arms around the guy's waist slamming him down onto his back on the grass.  "I warned you once.  I don't want to have to warn you a second time." The guy who was bothering me moaned in pain, stumbling up to his feet.

"I'll remember this, worm." The stranger spat in his direction walking away and leaving the two of us alone.

Releasing a breath I didn't realize I was holding in I brushed my hands down my dress fixing it as much as possible.  "Thank you.  Um can I ask how you learn to fight like that?"

"I wrestle here at Texas Tech.  I haven't seen you around here before.  Are ya a new student?"

Tucking some loose hair behind my left ear I replied.  "I am actually.  My parents had to head back to our family ranch in Montana this morning.  And I um - don't even know where my dorm building is at."

"I can help you find it.  Oh here's your stuff back.  I'm Cooper by the way.  Cooper Norris." He reached down scoping my backpack and map into his hands while introducing himself with a weak smile on his lips.

I smiled sliding my backpack onto one shoulder eyeing his face seeing he had dark brown hair tucked underneath the Red ball cap and dark green eyes.  "I'm Faith, Faith Dutton."

"It's nice to meet you, Ms. Montana." He chuckled, gesturing with his hand with me standing beside him where we appeared to be almost the same height.  "Come on, your dorm should be just around this next corner."

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[radiance1]

It had been a while since he had taken a dip in the Lassi Springs. Eons inside a tree didn't exactly do one favors when it came to certain luxuries. And, of course, such was beneath his notice when he turned fully towards destruction, and he had lost interest in it long before he became a Beast.

Burning Spice Cookie leaned back against the edge, propping his head up on a fist.

At the very least, the Kulfi had managed to do something right throughout the centuries. Though, he shouldn't be surprised, the weak were always good at this sort of thing.

Unable to fight for themselves, they depend upon the goodwill of those stronger for protection, and luxuries only the weak care to slave for as payment.

Pathetic.

But he could see merit to it.

He cracked an eye open, lazily searching along the spring before landing on its intended target.

"Golden Spice Cookie." He drawled out slowly, raising his other hand to beckon his apprentice. "Come here."

Golden Spice Cookie perked up a bit at the call, taking his hands off his wing before making his way over. Holding onto the edge and staring distrustfully at the deeper parts of the spring as he did so.

When he got close enough, Burning Spice Cookie reached over and pulled him the rest of the way over.

"Oof-" The child exclaimed as he landed in Burning Spice Cookie's lap. But soon recovered enough to make himself comfortable. Burning Spice Cookie gently tugged one of his apprentice's wings towards him, a mere grunt being enough for the child to hold it in place for him.

He idly searched along the feathers, picking out any loose or damaged ones while shifting some around to look for any cuts or bruises. Golden Spice Cookie was quick to catch on, doing the same for the inner side of his wing.

"Why the long face, my little apprentice?" Burning Spice Cookie asked after a moment of silence. Only to let out a snort at the way his disciple froze. "What? Did you really think I wouldn't notice?" He asked, pulling out a stray feather while smoothing out a few others.

The times he watched Golden Cheese Cookie tend to her own wings through her Soul Jam has unexpectedly come in handy.

"Well?" He drawled out, staring down at the back of his apprentice's head. Before letting out an amused, knowing hum. "Ah, still mad my little Golden Bird flew away, hm?"

"Of course I am!" Golden Spice Cookie huffed, leaning back against Burning Spice Cookie's chest and crossing his arms. "The hunt already ended, and I barely got to do nothing!" He pouted.

Burning Spice Cookie snorted.

"And who said the hunt was already over, my little phoenix?" He smirked, playfully rummaging his apprentice's hair as he chuckled. "You and I are still breathing, and though my Golden Goddess has already flown away, she's still out there. The hunt shall continue, my little destroyer."

"Really!?" He said excitedly, pumping his fist. "Yes! I wanna fight her too, please?" He leaned his head back to look up at Burning Spice Cookie. "Can I? Can I?!"

"For a bit." Burning Spice Cookie hummed. Seeing the sparkle in the young Cookie's eyes. "I will be generous enough to allow that. But remember, she is still my prey, and the true fight is reserved only for me." He said, diminishing said hopes before they could get too far.

Of course, he was being more than generous, and if Golden Cheese Cookie was as well. Then she should be willing to entertain his little phoenix as a warmup before getting to the true fight at hand.

Golden Spice Cookie deflated.

"Baha!" Burning Spice Cookie couldn't help but laugh at the sight, placing a hand on the Cookie's head. "Fine, fine! Golden Cheese Cookie will no doubt be rebuilding her fallen kingdom, you can play among her treasures while I have my fun. Does that sound fair?"

"Hmm." He hummed, tapping his knuckles against his chin in a show of thinking it over. But with the gleam in his eyes that Burning Spice Cookie could see, he already knew his little apprentice was hooked. "Okay!" He giggled, clearly more than overjoyed at the compromise as he kicked his feet back and forth in the Lassi.

"Good, good!" Burning Spice Cookie laughed, patting his apprentice on the head before he grinned wickedly. "Now, take a deep breath..." He said slowly.

Golden Spice Cookie gave him a confused look, but did as instructed.

Burning Spice Cookie slammed his hand down into the lassi, with Golden Spice Cookie's head by extension. Who, in his surprise, flapped his wings and flailed his arms.

Burning Spice Cookie held him down for one moment, then two, then three. Before pulling him back up.

Golden Spice Cookie shook his head, lumps of lassi flying off and back into the Spring. The next thing he did was giggle.

"Again! Again!" He exclaimed, nothing but excitement and stars in his eyes from what would have surely frightened any normal Cookie.

Burning Spice Cookie laughed. His little phoenix truly has taken after his personality!

And who would he be, if not to oblige such a dangerous request?

[softxsuki]

Hello, congratulations on your milestone!!! I am not sure if there are any spots left, but if there are, can you please do the trope enemies to lovers with a tokyo revengers character? Have a nice day and congratulations again!!!

1.5k Follower Event Trope #1 Tokyo Revengers

Trope 1: Enemies to Lovers

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| Pairing: Baji x Gn!Reader | Genre: mmm fluffish?? | Post-Type: Drabble | Word Count: 760 |

Warnings: Slight mention of violence and being killed (baji says it once, no one actually dies)

Note: Thank you so much! I had this one sitting in my google docs for while because I didn't like it, but I reread it today and I think it grew on me after letting it sit there for a while lol. Enjoy :D

“Why are you here again?” Baji spits, not impressed at all.

You were another person Mikey had dragged in, finding you interesting and deeming you both friends, not that you minded. You hadn’t joined Toman, but Mikey always invited you over to their base, and you quickly became fond of many of them, including a certain black-haired man that couldn’t find it in him to accept you.

“Still suspicious of me? Seriously Kei, ever thought about loosening up?” You question, walking past him.

The nickname makes Baji’s heart flutter slighty, much to him mentally refusing to acknowledge it. “Oi, I told you about calling me that name. Stop acting like we’re so close to each other! I don’t want you here,” he grits, hating how unfazed you were by his  ‘hatred’ for you.

“Yeah yeah, I know you like it,” you tease, disappearing down the stairs to head back home for the day.

Since the first time Mikey introduced you to everyone, Baji had his suspicions about you. How could everyone just openly accept you to hang around them and listen in on their meetings? What if you were working for a rival gang, showing up to get intel for them? Why was he the only one suspicious of you? And why did you have such an affect on him? Your carefree attitude, your disregard for being surrounded by dangerous men. He felt so conflicted.

The longer you hung around, the more he let his walls fall, yet he kept that stubborn, rudeness whenever you were with him. He refused to show that he had somewhat trusted you, let alone that he may or may not have a thing for you–though he’d never admit that to anyone, he could barely admit it to himself. 

One day though, you had managed to gain all his trust. You had found a sneaky rat from a rival gang sneaking around Toman’s grounds, just looking for trouble. Could you fight? No. Were you still going to call him out and try and get him to leave? Yes.

You approach the man and begin to threaten him, talking big for someone who couldn’t defend themselves. Baji was watching the whole thing go down from afar. A tinge of suspicion grew as he watched you approach the man who was clearly up to no good and didn’t belong with Toman, but that all vanished as soon as he saw you try and make him leave.

“That idiot,” he grunts to himself, tying his hair up as he makes his way over to you, arriving just in time as the guy goes to throw a punch your way.

Baji quickly pushes you out of the way, and easily beats the guy up, mentally making a note of the gang attire he wore so he could inform Mikey of the situation later.

“Are you insane? It’s like you were just asking to get killed! You should have just shouted for one of us to help, we’d be able to hear you if you screamed loud enough. What kind of idiot who knows they’re weak, tries to fight someone off alone?” Baji went on and on, telling you off, yet all you could do was smile at him.

“Stop looking at me like that with that stupid grin, it isn’t funny”

“Heh, you care about me,” you smirk, egging him on.

“Of cour- What?! NO! No, I don't. What made you ever come to that conclusion?” He screamed, his face growing red at his almost confession. Why were you so irritatingly cute?

He could deny it all he wanted, but it was obvious how he felt for you. Now knowing that he could trust you, he started hanging around you more often. And after a few more months, he became the one who’d invite you over.

“You know…you could just ask me out instead of staring at me all the time. I’d say yes.” You say from beside him, feeling his eyes on you as you sit side by side on the shrine steps.

“What?! I-” He groans, feeling stupid that he was so obvious. With a sigh, he looks away from you. “Then let’s date.” 

You didn’t expect him to actually go along with it. Who knew the man who had hated you so much would be secretly admiring you and finally have the guts to ask you out.

“Sure,” you shrug, feeling your own face heat up.

It would take some time to fully warm up, but dating was the first step, a large step from where you’d been with each other before.

Posted: 1/2/2024