#i just moved the vertices in the already made teeth around

[fieryvoid-scout]

GUESS WHO REMADE HIM TEETH BACK

[etoiile]

whipped ooc fluffy clingy grumpy sae. enjoy!

as much as sae hated to admit it, he couldn't sleep without you.

it felt so stupid. so childish. he was an independent man. he needed no one - especially not for something as trivial and mindless as sleeping. that was so dumb. lukewarm. half-baked! (am i using itoshi lang right)

but he just couldn't help it. when you were gone, he'd look longingly over to your side of the bed, wishing your warmth was filling it. he'd position your pillow vertically so that he could snuggle into your scent, but it wasn't nearly the same. he'd roll around, trying to find a comfortable position, but he couldn't stay in one for more than 5 minutes without getting antsy. he would constantly subconsciously reach out to grab you, only to realize that you were, in fact, much to his extreme dismay and disappointment, not there. he'd pout before rolling over with a sigh.

each night you were gone, sae would get an hour or two of sleep maximum, and none minimum. he'd begrudgingly roll out of bed once his alarm sounded, grumbling some nonsense about how the world sucked and was a terrible place and all the losers in it should just die as he shuffled to the bathroom to go brush his teeth.

he sucked at soccer practice. he missed a bunch of passes, he was screaming at all his teammates for taking a singular wrong step, and he looked like he was about to crash at any point. it got so bad that his coach pulled him out and made him sit out for the rest of practice, which, as you can imagine did absolute wonders for his already wonderful mood.

on the way home, sae decided that the world was simply a horrible place. everything around him was awful. those flowers were too purple. they were probably fake, just like all the people in the world. that dog is too loud. why is it barking so loud? it's not that deep. it was so dramatic, just like all the people in the world. the sky was too blue. how dare it be so bright and beautiful if the only not-awful person in the world wasn't here to see it? discrimination. the world sucked.

that night, as sae hopped back into bed for another night of no sleep, he imagined what it would be like if you were here with him. he reached to the lump of blanket on your side to pull it close to him, but was very surprised when the lump squealed and moved.

sae was speechless when you pulled the blanket off of you, giggling, "surprise!" as you explained how you got to come home from your work trip a day early. sae sat there frozen for a second before the initial shock wore off and he crashed into you immediately.

"and so- WOAH! sae?" you questioned, flat on your back with your nearly 6 foot boyfriend completely on top of you and smushing you into the bed.

sae was silent as he nuzzled his nose deep into the crook of your neck and inhaled your scent like it was some sort of addictive drug. "missed you," he mumbled into your neck, which made you giggle.

"yes, yes, i missed you too, my dear. now would you please get off of me? i can't breathe." you chuckled, rubbing his back soothingly.

he paused a moment to think before nestling deeper into you, if even possible. "no." he replied. "you've been gone too long. i wanna stay here."

you sighed, knowing there was no way to shove him off of you. "alright, my love." you smiled. "i love you lots."

he mumbled an "i love you too" before drifting off to sleep in your arms.

it was the best night's sleep he'd ever had.

not proofread. idk why he lowkey became nagi at the end.

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[arlerts-angel]

when you can't sleep at night ⋆｡ﾟ☁︎｡⋆｡ ﾟ☾ ﾟ｡⋆

NSFW! 18+ !! minors do not interact!!

cw: armin x fem reader, use of names (pretty girl, angel, babygirl) slight coercion?, oral sex (m&f receiving), fingering, penetrative sex, unprotected sex

a/n: GOOOD MORNING IT'S 11:30 AM SO HERE'S SOME SOME SMUT FOR YA 🩵

🔞 NSFW BELOW THE CUT 🔞

you've been laying in bed restlessly for what feels like hours listening to your sweet boyfriend's light snores. he always falls asleep first, and fast, too. you always wonder how in the world he falls asleep so easily. his blonde hair falls across his face as his head sinks into his pillow. he looks so content. you almost decide to leave him alone, but his voice echoes in your mind: "wake me up if you can't sleep, okay?"

"armin..." you whisper, softly shaking him.

"hmph?" he replies groggily, he's definitely still sleeping.

you think to yourself: "maybe i should just let him sleep..."

he starts shifting, slowly sitting up. sleep is very much still on his face, but he looks as dreamy as always.

"can't sleep?" he asks softly, rubbing his eyes.

"yeah... sorry for waking you. i feel bad." you whisper back.

"don't worry about it, i'm up now." he brushes a strand of hair out of your face. you smile softly at him.

"nothing better to wake up to than you, pretty girl."

you blush profusely. everytime he calls you that it makes you feel some type of way. many ways, in truth, but the sound of his sleepy voice just made your heart flutter. you laugh softly and start to feel your skin grow warm. he often leaves you speechless, which he finds adorable.

"you know..." he started.

oh, armin and his knowledge of many, random things. you have absolutely no idea what he's about to say next, until you feel his warm hand gently stroking your thigh.

"some research shows that having sex before bed may help you sleep better."

you scoff and roll your eyes playfully, thinking he's making that up for sure. he chuckles, obviously aware of your disbelief. he now has an objective in mind: to make you fall asleep.

"what?" he leans in closer, whispering in your ear. "don't believe me?" he gently takes your earlobe between his teeth, biting softly. the feeling sends a chill throughout your body. you let out a soft sigh and close your eyes as he plants soft kisses down your neck.

"there's no harm in trying, right?" he asks quietly as his fingertips softly stroke your inner thigh, eliciting a small moan from you. he smirks at the sound. he gently cups your face with his other hand and kisses your lips softly. you feel yourself getting wet as his fingertips travel closer to your core. there's no mistaking that he can get you going easily. he knows it, too. before you know it, he's hovering above you, your faces just inches apart, his fingertips tracing where your panties hug your hips.

he looks you in your eyes as he moves his fingers painfully slowly inside your underwear, rubbing your slit vertically, collecting your slick on his middle finger. he smirks once more, knowing (and loving) exactly how to make you putty in his hands. he removes his hand away from your slit, holding up his slender, wet finger. "look at that, my pretty girl is so wet already..." he pops the finger in his mouth, savoring the taste of you as he looks in your eyes.

"mmmh..." you moan softly, wiggling underneath him. "not yet, pretty..." he groans, palming his cock through his boxers. you watch him, getting increasingly impatient.

"please, 'min..." you whine. your hand makes it's way under his boxers, slowly stroking his shaft. he lets out a low grunt and thrusts. he loves the feeling of your soft hands around his dick. you sit up and slowly slide his boxers down his muscular thighs. the sound of his cock slapping his torso echoes through the otherwise quiet room. you lick your lips and look up at him as you take the tip of his dick between your soft lips.

"fuck, angel..." he groans as he looks at you teasing the his tip. you smirk and swirl your tongue around, never breaking eye contact. he groans again and grabs his dick, slapping it on your tongue. you slowly take his length between your lips, sucking on it like candy. he throws his head back and groans, thrusting his cock ever so slightly in your mouth.

"you look so pretty with my dick in your mouth..." he says softly, smirking down at you. this only encourages you to suck him off a little more, bobbing your head up and down all of his length and softly cupping his balls between your fingers. he inhales sharply at the sensation.

"my god, angel..." he whines, tossing his head back once more in pure pleasure. you hum against his cock, sending a chill throughout his body. this nearly sends him over the edge, enough to make him pull away from your mouth completely. he bends down to kiss you, starting at your lips and leaving a trail down your neck, chest, and torso, stopping just above your panties. he looks up and you and smirks.

"please, armin–" you sigh, desperate for him to touch you in any way. he kisses your vulva gently over your panties before sliding them down your legs. he kisses your inner thighs, slowly making his way back to your slit. you let out soft whimpers as he gets closer to your heat. he softly laps his tongue against your swollen clit. you gently grab his hair and moan.

"oh my fucking god–" you whisper, feeling his tongue glide up and down your pussy. he loves the way you react to his tongue and would stay between your legs for hours if you'd let him. he moans as he takes your clit gently between his teeth, sucking lightly on it.

he's so good at eating you out. he may even enjoy it more than you. he absolutely worships your pussy, mouthing away like he's starving. he pulls away for a moment, only long enough to tell you how good and sweet you taste. his tongue returns to your bud, licking at such a perfect pace you can't hardly stand it. you place a hand gently on the back of his head, pressing his face into your cunt a little harder, gripping his hair. he smirks and insers a slender finger into your dripping wet core, pumping in and out slowly.

"oh fuck, armin–" you moan, back arching and bucking your hips against his finger. it doesn't take long for him to add another finger, his tongue never shifting away from your clit. he fingers you faster and harder, hitting a rougher patch of your walls that sends you over the edge.

you let out a sinful moan. "gonna cum, gonna cum." but you don't. he stops everything and smirks. he rises and kisses your lips, making you taste yourself. "not yet, angel. want you to cum on my dick." he says in a low voice. you groan but you know it won't take too long for both of you to finish.

he slaps the tip of his cock against your clit, eliciting soft moans from you. he pushes it ever so slightly against your clit before guiding it down to your entrance. he slowly pushes into you, no need for lubricant because your cunt is soaked. he groans as he feels you stretch around him. "so fucking tight, angel. you take my dick so well." his thrusts start off slow and sensual. a couple of thrusts later his middle finger finds your clit and rubs little patterns on it. "so good, 'min." is all you can muster. his pace quickens and so does his breathing. he's too focused to say anything; too busy pounding balls deep in your pussy.

you were already so close to your orgasm that it certainly doesn't take much more to push you over the edge. you feel him hitting that sweet spot in your walls thst makes you writhe and contort underneath him. you can't even offer an announcement because you're cumming here and now and there's no stopping it. your pussy tightens around his cock as he slams into you, making a pornographic moan slip from his throat. "fuck yeah babygirl... cum all over my dick. just like that."

he slows his thrusts down so not to cum right away. "where do you want this cum, princess?" he asks through grunts and gritted teeth. he's so polite to ask, but there's only one answer right now. "inside me." you say breathily. a devilish grin spreads across his face and he starts thrusting is cock into you a little harder now that he knows where to cum.

"beg for it, angel. tell me how badly you want me to cum inside your pussy." yes sir! he's so fucking close and you know exactly what to say to get him there. "please 'min, my pussy is soaking and ready for your cum. i need my cunt to be filled with your cum." your begs and pleads earn a curse from under his breath. his eyes roll and his head leans backwards as his dick twitches, his cum spurting deep inside your pussy.

he eventually pulls out to lay beside you, softly stroking your hair. he's beaming at you, so very in love with you. "how you feeling, angel? think you can sleep now?" he asks sweetly. you smile and nod. "yeah, i think so." you cuddle him close, laying your head on his chest. he continues to run his fingers through your hair as he watches your eyes slowly blink shut. he places a soft kiss on your forehead and whispers: "sweet dreams, mon ange."

[pandora-writes-one-piece]

Circus Psycho

Circus Psycho 🔞

Word Count: 745

Tags: Fem!Reader; Cunnilingus; Explicit Sexual Content; NSFW; MDNI;

Special Warning: English is not my first language, I apologise for any possible spelling or grammar mistakes.

Summary: You're an aerialist and silks are your specialty. Buggy likes to see you perform.

Notes: It was NOT in my bingo card to write for Buggy. Not in a near future, at least. But I was minding my business at breakfast and I heard the song Circus Psycho by Diggy Grave, and suddenly this was all I could think about... so this is very raw. I gave it a once-over and posted because I really need to work now (procrastinating is a thing, people). I just needed to get this out of my system. Thank you for indulging me!

Two long crimson red silks hung from the ceiling. Only the dim footlights from the arena were lit, casting a soft glow on your skin while shadows danced beneath you with practised ease. 

He watched eagerly.

Your body seemed to melt into the fabric as you wove it and coiled it around you with lithe movements. You wrapped the silk around your legs and thighs as you climbed higher and higher, then let them coil around your torso.

You were impossibly high and, as you looked down, all you could see were his eyes, piercing your soul, assessing your every move, following the way the silks held your naked form like a lover’s embrace. 

And then you let go.

The sharp intake of breath he took swirled upwards, wrapping around you as if it were a silken rope. Your descent was swift and abrupt, and it took only a moment and a breath. Your chest heaved with exertion as you stopped mid-air and arched your back, leaning your head to look at him. With a longing sigh, you opened your arms to him. One leg vertically in the air, secured tightly in the silks’ caress, the other stretched to the side at an almost ninety-degree angle. 

You could see his upside-down throat move with each hard swallow, as he took in your form. The silks hugged your breasts sensually, caressing your thighs, suspending you in mid-air in all your bare, naked glory. Just for him. All for him.

“My little freak…” His hands cradled your head as he leaned down and hungrily took your lips in his in an upside-down kiss. His tongue invaded your mouth and sucked on yours, draining pleasure as it coiled and licked. His teeth bit down on your lower lip and he pulled with an unbridled moan. “My sweet, perfect freak.”

Extending his hands, his thumbs grazed your nipples, his fingers stretching over your ribs and sternum. The pressure of his touch and the bite of the silks were already leaving you dizzy and lightheaded. 

He pulled back, threading his fingers through your hair and kissing your forehead, then grabbed one of your extended arms and rotated you gently. You knew better than to move a muscle, perfectly arched for him, your legs open and inviting. 

A shudder left his lips as he was now facing your throbbing core. His hands climbed up your calves, touched the silks, caressed your thighs. Each stroke was a performance in itself and much gentler than the bite of the silk.

“All mine.”

His tongue found you aching, wet and ready and the contact made you arch back even more, the silks groaning in protest. While the touch of his hands was gentle against your skin, holding your hips in place, his tongue bullied you relentlessly, pulling sensuous moans and mewls from your parted lips. 

He pulled back and you whined softly, but then his fingers found you again and curved upwards, hitting that perfect spot without much effort. The tingling in your legs came from more than just being suspended in the air.

“Perfect. Beautiful. Exquisite.” He punctuated each word with a swipe of tongue on your throbbing clit. Waves of pleasure expanded from your abdomen to your legs and through your stomach to your head. “Perform for me, darling.”

And with one last swirl of his tongue, you did. A crescendo of moans as your hands found purchase on the silks, turning your knuckles white from the grip as your hips jerked into his face. His mouth never left you, his tongue drawing out your pleasure as if it were infinite, pulling every ripple until it felt like sweet torture.

Your chest heaved from exertion when he stopped. 

The footlights of the arena cast a golden glow on your damp skin as you hung there, breathless, exposed, vulnerable, his.

He took a step back and looked at you appraisingly, his mouth still sheening with your juices coating it. A small smile tugged at the corner of his lips as he slowly circled you, like a predator circles its prey. 

The silks were yours, the stage was yours, the performance was yours. Yet, you were all his. Every breath, every shudder, every moan or mewl belonged to him. And as you heard the shuffle of his clothes and felt the possessiveness of his hands against your thighs, you knew you were no longer the performer, but you were about to become the performance.

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[obgd]

FOUND #1: A "Simple" Gift

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I've been up to some sneaky things. I spent a week doing nothing, then the next 15 days doing nothing but something. I put myself through an intensive crash course on making a Vtuber model as a birthday gift for the lovely @madameclaws ♥. Don't get over excited, I'm still working on getting the model 100%. There's a lot of things I had to learn.

The model I'm making is a MadameClaws OC named Found (Both images drawn by MadameClaws). An expression filled, chicken butt angel from ÆTHERVALE. I want all the feathers to be flow-y and spring-y, the model to be low poly, and the eyes to be low res and flat.

(An actual detailed explanation of some of these features I tried will be posted later. There was a lot that happened and I gotta just start with this overview)

Let's get to work under that cut

It took a long fucking time to get a version of the model I was happy with. I restarted from scratch like 5 separate times. I started with sub-dividing the planes by hand, then I discovered I can create curves and skin them. I immediately hated doing that, went back to sub-dividing and moving the vertices by hand.

By the time I had Found V3, the ears were much bigger, and the leg were cylinders. But there was an unforgivably major issue... The geometry on this model was a bigger nightmare than anything Alien Colonial Marines ever had, and that's not the standard I want to live up too.

(Side note: Ignore that fact that all the files are called "Lost" instead of "Found". I miss-named the first file, then by the time I realized, I already had 20 different files and objects with the wrong name)

Probably the biggest shot to the head was making the neck floof. There was moments where I'd rather be pulling teeth. This is the part that went through the most renditions and even led me to restart completely because I though the problem wasn't just the floof shape, but also neck and body shape. In the end, changing the neck shape helped a shit ton.

At some point I started playing with an outline. I started with playing with the shader and used the geometry nodes to made the sharp bits pink. Then I moved on to using a copy of the whole mesh that's slightly bigger and reversing the normals, so the mesh is facing inwards, then I enabled backface culling. The massive downside to this is that it doubles the polygon count, but looks lovely.

To finish off this post, here's what I got so far. The design was redone to have smaller ears, less polygons and more volume to all portions. The entire mesh was redone to be more flexible. The yellow feathers on the ears can move with their own bones connected to the main feathers. All floofy spots can wiggle and bob. They have only 3 fingers, a thumb, an index, and a middle finger. I added a little chicken butt. The arm bones are a little devious, because you're supposed to have a bicep, forearm, and hand bone.... Found only has a bicep and hand bone.... So I added a very tiny bicep inside the chest that has no weight, and made Found's bicep their "forearm"

I'm still working on the face with expressions. I'm currently having a time trying to get Vnyan to swap expressions, and once it can do that, I'll get the pupil to look around with the eye tracking. But everything else works and bends in a way I'm happy with.

[willxtoxsurvive]

Rattle The Bones Of Our Fathers || Jake & Wesker

Plotted starter for @fiercehearts

To say Jake was having a bad time would be an understatement.

The scorching heat created odd shapes as it beat down on Kijuju's dry ground. It was probably why he'd been put on watch duty outside of his team's safehouse– at sixteen, he was the youngest of the team, and that meant he got the shitty responsibilities while everyone else was inside, definitely also sweating their asses off but at least not sitting on a fucking metal roof, frying their asses off. But it was either the roof or walking in circles around the house, and Jake liked to believe that this was a far smarter spot, as it gave him a vantage point in any direction and all he had to do was crane his neck.

A loud, buzzing sound made Jake's brows furrow and he whipped around, coming face to face with one of those stupid drones.

"You're moving a lot up there," Ivan —second youngest of the team, only a year older than Jake and the fucker Jake was going to make take watch duty next time, because he'd rather run maintenance checks on explosives inside like Ivan than do THIS again— spoke into his comm. "Everything okay?"

"One of Tricell's drones is here," Jake said, noticing how the thing hadn't just flown away, but stuck around and hovered, seemingly recording him. "Should I shoot it?"

Ivan laughed. "Why? I thought you liked having your picture taken."

"Not by assholes with glasses who're probably all the way across the city with a remote control in hand," he said, showing his middle finger to the drone. His strong but still boyish features twisted with a smirk with the satisfaction of knowing he was probably pissing someone off.

It didn't last.

The screeching of tires snapped Jake back to reality. A black van had stopped just beside the building and before he could even register that the logo on the side was the telltale white and red of Umbrella, there were men in heavy gear coming out and into the house. Jake opened his mouth to say something, but gunshots were already ringing out inside, bullets pierced their way out through the metallic sheets that made up the roof, forcing Jake to roll his way over the edge in an attempt to not be the destination of a bullet.

Gravity had him plummeting down the two stories high house faster than he could think. A fall that might have been deadly if he'd fallen straight down to the ground but, lucky him, his first stop was an scaffolding– or perhaps he wasn't so lucky, as the damn thing made a lot of noise when he bounced off it and onto the ground.

The impact knocked the air out of his lungs and his wits out of his brain. The fall and the explosion that followed from inside the house had his ears ringing– EXPLOSION?!

Yeah, there was the smell of burning meat and the crackling of a fire. Jake twisted around, searching for his gun and finding that it had landed on the other side of a wired fence. The semiautomatic rifle sat there, mocking him. The burning in his lungs and pounding in his head only got worse when a boot came down onto his chest, pinning him to the ground.

How had anyone survived the explosion was a question for another time. Jake wouldn't go down without a fight, especially not against some idiot who came at him with just a knife. The fucker thought he was Rambo.

"Rambo" was almost a whole foot taller than Jake, which was saying a lot considering he was 6'1 and still growing, so there wasn't much Jake could do from the ground. The fucker was a man on a mission, moving with the ease and determination of someone who knew exactly what they were there to do and, most importantly, WHO they were there to kill.

And he definitely tried. The knife went through his cheek vertically, the blade scraping against teeth, cutting his tongue, flooding his mouth with the taste of metal and blood– not just his, someone else's as well. The bastard was stunned, probably shocked because he'd failed to land the yugular injury he'd probably been aiming for, and Jake but around the knife, threw his head back, and yanked it out of the man's grip. He didn't even think about what he was doing until that very same knife was in his hand and he was watching the blade disappear into the other's neck once, twice, the third time it got stuck and Jake just settled for shoving the fucker off.

Then, he saw it, a gun still in its holster. Why did he come at Jake with a knife when he had a gun right there?!

That was another question for later, Jake got up and grabbed the gun, making his way around the burning house just as the getaway driver hopped out of the van. The first bullet hit him on the knee, sent him crashing to the ground with a bloodcurdling scream that Jake was right there to silence in a second, punching the guy in the face.

"Who told you where we were?" Jake spoke through a mouth full of blood, having to spit to the side before pressing the gun to the guy's temple. "WHO-"

The guy, not actually Umbrella, merely a hire for the job —just like the rest of them, if Jake had to guess by how messy they'd been— didn't take much more to talk. "The man, the old man– Matija!"

Matija. Their leader. Jake's trainer. The closest thing he'd ever had to a father, had sold them out? Jake stood up, head shaking slowly. But how else would this man know Matija's name? He wasn't even here with them, he'd stayed back in Edonia to 'hold the fort'– right, it'd seemed out of character back when he'd told him and it made sense now. That bastard-

Jake pulled the trigger until the guy stopped moving and then some more, kept pulling it a minute after all that came out was just the clicking sound that indicated an empty gun. The precariously built house collapsing on itself, cementing the fact that he was the only one left.

Only then did he notice that the buzzing of the drone hadn't gone away. Slowly, he turned to face it. "What the fuck are you looking at?!"

[velvetcloxds]

LUDICROUS | C.C.

pairing: carlisle cullen x gn!reader

word count: 1k

warnings: ittie bittie bit of blood

summary: cooking with the cullens is a remarkably risky task, especially when you're too focused on your boyfriend to pay attention to what you're doing

You had no idea what you were doing, long gone into a world of your own as Alice continued to melodically dish about instructions to cook the perfect lasagne in honour of Bella coming to dinner- though, with your cooking expertise lacking the perfection the Cullen sister demanded, she’d very quickly assigned you the task of preparing the salad which was the real beginning of your downfall. You’d been halfway through washing the tomatoes when you heard Carlisle and Edward coming down from his office, their voices filling the otherwise silent kitchen.

You’d already seen him today, of course, a quick greeting and a somewhat whispered speech of affection before you’d been whisked away to work and you’d attempted with all your might to remain focussed, to not let your thoughts slip away but that was all but impossible with him being sat so perfectly in your view. It was hardly an unfamiliar notion, you being mesmerised by him, being lost in him- in fact, Edward was the unlucky soul to experience most of your musings first hand, but it felt worse with him in the room, perfectly at your disposal yet completely out of reach.

Your lip was caught between your teeth, eyes almost dazed as you made vertical cuts into the cucumber, moving your fingers with the knife as you heard Carlisle laugh lowly at something Edward said, the kind of laugh he reserved purely to humour people, to make them feel noticed, the type of laugh that set a tumble free in your heart. Edward picked up on that first, picked up on the loving thoughts that coupled with it, another familiar notion- what happened next, however, was a first.

“Y/n,” Alice sounded alarmed, dropping the spoon from her hand as you hissed softly, barely registering the pain that spread through your nerves as you watched blood creeping from the cut on your hand, panic only settling when you remembered where you were. “What happened?” she demanded, moving away from you to make room for Carlisle to pass, his own features showing a mixture of concern and confusion.

“I’m not sure,” you sighed, eyes instantly meeting Carlisle’s as he wrapped a rag around your fingers to hide the almost addicting scent that scurried about the room, somewhat relieved that the others were out hunting. “I wasn’t paying attention,” you admitted and the little scoff that Edward offered in reply painted your cheeks with warmth, a reaction that didn’t for a second go unnoticed by your boyfriend.

“Let’s get you upstairs,” Carlisle suggested, deciding to give you some time to breathe before satisfying his curiosity. “Everyone out of the kitchen,” he commanded, though the pair of vampires were already preparing to do exactly that, knowing it would not be wise to stay there until Carlisle cleansed everything from your blood.

While Carlisle guided you upstairs you considered your fate, not entirely sure how you’d even begin to explain that daydreaming about him was the very reason you’d managed to hurt yourself- this man, the very vision of sophistication and stature- the same man to reduce you to a blushing, foolish mess simply by appearing in you mind. It was all very much unfair, torturously so, that you’d find yourself in love with someone who robbed you of all composure and control.

“I know you’re not all that fond of this part,” Carlisle noted and when you finally convinced yourself to pay attention to your surroundings you noticed the disinfectant in his hands. “But I promise, if you just keep your eyes on me, it’ll be over before you know it,” he suggested and you couldn’t help but smile up at him, curious eyes doing exactly what he told you to as he leaned in closer, prompting you to take a desperate quick breath. It was, in fact, over before you knew it, you'd been focussing on his every move until you found yourself melting into the way his fingers brushed over the now closed wound all the way to your elbow, gently tugging you closer.

“Carlisle,” you breathed, and he hummed, immediately interested in what you wanted to say to him, hoping it would give some insight into your uncharacteristic silence. “You are extremely distracting,” you explained simply, allowing your hands to spread out over his chest, fingers moulding the cold fabric between them. He raised a questioning brow, begging you to continue but you couldn’t bare saying more, groaning lightly at his soft smirk.

“Distracting?” he pushed, tilting his head when you tried to move out of sight, free hand now gripping your waist, keeping you in place while also gifting him with the perfect little scene. “Oh, love, don’t tell me…” he was amused, even more so when another groan left your lips, head falling forward against his bicep.

“Please don’t laugh at me, Carlisle, you don’t understand how difficult it is,” you twisted to look up at him, moving your hands to his lower arm as he half-smiled, eyes ablaze with adoration you were too distracted to notice, but he was ever enjoying his own torturous view.

“Laugh at you? Why ever would I laugh at you?”

“Because it sounds ridiculous, absolutely ludicrous that I should allow myself to be so consistently enthralled by you that I can’t seem to think of anything else or do anything else for that matter without it turning into a mess,” you’d not noticed you were pouting until he brought his thumb to your lip, gently smoothing it into placed as you felt a familiar sense of silly intoxication sneak into your mind.

“You think yourself the only one facing such a treacherous trepidation? Surely you don’t think I’m immune to the delusions of love?” he smiled at that, shrugging as if to silence your objections before his hand cupped your cheek. “You flatter me, love, but I promise you, that I’m as much of a ludicrous fool for you as you are for me.”

“So you say, but only one of us has the scars to prove it,” you retorted, melting into his hold as the very laugh that led to this whole ordeal sang around you, and you groaned, silencing him with a delicate kiss. “Careful,” you warned against his lips, kissing his cupid’s bow as he smiled. “That’s a dangerous little sound.”

“I’ve never been one to shy away from danger, Y/n, you know that.”

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"Uhh... hello?"

You looked at the woman standing in the stairs. She was wearing a dark veil that matched the rest of her outfit- oh shit, that's a funeral outfit.

I really did pick a bad time to come here, didn't I? She's in mourning, she sees an intruder, and her day went from bad to worst. Yep, she's gonna kill me.

You took one look at the woman and then at all the possible exits: the doors- no, they'd be too heavy to move and what if they're locked? The window- but I'd have to jump out and just because it looks cool in movies to jump through glass, doesn't mean it'll work, Y/n.

So, the only option was to eliminate the threat. Or maybe... defuse it.

"This is your doll, right?" You asked, pointing at the doll, judging by the lace designs on both of their dresses. The woman didn't reply. "It looks like its been... used a lot. To be honest, she's very different than most dolls I've seen, definitely a lot more spookier." You nervously giggled, hoping she didn't mind. "But... she looks like she's been loved. A lot. Despite being broken from a lot of places, someone still took their time to fix her." You smiled sadly, remembering your own doll that Mia had ripped. "Wish I had someone like that. To sew up the wounds and fix them."You mumbled, not really sure if you were talking about your doll or yourself.

"Your doll, she's- she's very pretty. My sister would've liked her." You began. "Which is why I'm here. My family, we were in an accident- I know it was wrong of me to come here without permission, but I need to find my sister, Rose and my father, Ethan." You took a step closer. "They both of have blonde hair. Rose, my sister, she's just 6 months old. She was dressed in a baby pink onesie, bundled up in a blanket. My father, Ethan, he's about this tall and has big blue eyes. I think he was wearing a jacket, with blue denim jeans. H-have you seen them?" You asked, eyes full of hope and voice laced with eagerness.

Please, please let her have seen them. God, please.

Unsurprisingly, the woman didn't reply, but she did turn her head towards the left window. You didn't know whether she was telling you to get out of her house or signalling that they are out there, but you knew you had to leave.

Nodding, you slowly walked towards the window, your heart beating faster as you prayed that this wasn't some sort of trap, hoping she wouldn't attack you from behind because that would be like... really shitty.

But you left the house unharmed, and without looking back at the window because you didn't want to jinx it, you walked towards the forrest once again, thankful that the sun had finally came out.

Where are you guys?

You had been walking for a couple of hours now, the sun had been a bit warmer today, which was good since you hated the snow that surrounded you now. You looked at the map, tracing the path to your new destination. The Salvatore reservoir. It seemed like it would take you a day's journey to get there, and you sure as hell weren't seeing any lake in sight.

God, when will this nightmare end?

You decided to sit on a stone and take some much needed rest. Your feet ached from all the walking, and your calves were cramping. You rolled your head, popping it from the side, before taking off the rifle that had been weighing down, stretching out your arms. Digging through the little back pack you bought from Duke, you pulled out a thermos of coffee and twinkie. You don't know how or where he got it, but Duke had filled your bag with a couple of snacks; saying its for his loyal customer.

So, here you sat, in the middle of the snowy woods, eating a twinkie and drinking a lukewarm coffee. Both didn't taste good, but they're gonna keep you alive so, no complaining.

After drinking the coffee, you rested your head against a tree, recalling last nights events as you waited for the caffeine to kick in.

You tried to make sense of what happened when you got... locked in the basement. You thought you had forgotten about her, Angel. Guess not.

Wait- didn't that lady lock me in the basement? Maybe, she didn't look very hostile, her creepy doll looked scarier than she did.

You laughed at the irony. You always made fun of the horror movies where the family would become so attached to the most horrifying doll, and you'd scream at their stupidity, And yet here you were, falling for the cliche as you found comfort in that creepy doll.

Man, I'm really losing it here.

You sighed, closing your eyes as you tried to come up with the next plan. But the warm coffee had lulled you right to sleep, which was dangerous but you were too tired to care.

Just for a couple of minutes...

You woke up to the sound of growling and heavy steps. And as soon as you opened your eyes, you knew you had definitely slept for far longer than a few minutes. But that was not of concern at the moment. No, it was the source of the growling that had woken you up.

Just about 40 feet away from you were lycans. Plural. Not one, not two, but 5 lycans, and one of them was a really big one.

You held your breath as you watched them wander around; they hadn't spotted you yet, and if you stayed quiet, you hoped they would just go away.

Stilling yourself as much as you could, you watched them with wide eyes. One of them started to walk in your direction, it wasn't looking at you, which meant that it hadn't seen you, but he would if he kept on walking this way.

God, I know we haven't been on good terms, but like c'mon, you gotta give me a break. Please, I love you? Come on, you know this is not how I want to go.

You sent a silent prayer, and perhaps it worked, since the lycan suddenly turned the other way, joining its pack as they started walking deeper into the woods.

Slowly, you began to gather up your things, silently shoving them in your bag, one eye on the lycans and the other one making sure that you don't accidentally drop something that'd cause noise.

Fortunately, you didn't. You swung the bag over your shoulder, and took a step forward, careful not to step on any twigs.

Maybe God did love me. All that time in church-

THWACK!

You jumped back as a huge sheet of snow fell from the trees in front of you. You whipped your head towards the monsters and they all had stopped dead in their tracks. Slowly, one of them turned and if they hadn't heard the snow fall, they'd definitely heard the way your heart was about to burst out of your chest. Then, it growled.

Motherfucker.

You pulled out your gun just as the two of them began running your way. With a quick jump to the side, you dodged them and shot them two times each. Hearing your gun fire, the other two began running your way too, while the larger one stayed behind as it watched. This time, as you shot one of them, the other managed to kick you in the chest hard, throwing you against the rock. Luckily, you didn't hit your head, as you rolled and shot it dead.

Spitting out the blood, you looked back at the last lycan who had already started running your way. You began loading up your gun with trembling hands, but just as you aimed, the lycan took a giant leap and knocked the gun out of your hand.

Fuck.

The giant grabbed you by your neck, lifting you up high before throwing you across the ground. You wheezed, scrambling up to your feet as you began running away from it, its heavy steps following you. It roared angrily behind you, and that only made you ignore the burning pain in your chest as you ran faster.

But of course, God had decided to make you live a cliche horror movie, because you tripped over a fucking branch, making you fall on your stomach. You flipped over instantly, and saw your nightmare come true as the lycan jumped on you.

On pure reflex, you punched it square in the face, which you doubted hurt it more than it hurt you, if anything, the monster was momentarily perplexed, but that was enough for you to slip from under it.

But you were only able to take a few steps away when it suddenly grabbed you by your neck and lifted you up again, snarling as it began opening its mouth, revealing its razor-sharp teeth at you.

God, if you're hearing this, I'm converting to atheism because I did not need this today.

Looking at the horrifying lycan, you prayed one last time before you were eaten by it. Surprisingly, your life did not flash before your eyes, which you were kinda grateful for because you did not need to relive that before your death.

But that moment didn't came. No, what came were familiar moans of pain, and then the sound of a drill, followed by blood splattering on your face as the lycan was sliced vertically from the head to the toe by the aforementioned drill.

The lycan fell to the ground, revealing the pair of soldats that killed them and behind them a smirking Heisenberg, who rested against a tree, tipping his hat at you.

You were far too shocked to say anything, and after a few seconds, the man walked over to you, blocking the view of his monstrous creations just mutilating the lycans.

"So... that was a bit traumatising." He started, chuckling at your stunned face. "You okay, kid?"

What the fuck. What the fuck. What the fuck. What the fuck-

"Yeah." You took his hand, and he helped you up. You groaned at the pain, touching the tender side around the chest where the lycan had hit you. Yeah, you probably broke a rib.

Heisenberg helped you sit down on a tree stump. "Hmm, that bastard kicked you hard didn't it." Wait- "But that was a phenomenal punch you threw at it. Nearly made me burst out laughing."

"You were watching? Why the fuck didn't you come in before!"

He shrugged. "I just wanted to see if you could really handle yourself- which you were pretty good at, but then you lost your gun and it was kinda an unfair match from there on." He pulled out some pills from his coat. "i was just passing by when I saw those lycans moving away. Thats when I pushed the tree which made snow sheet fall and you know the rest from there on."

Your eyes went wide. "You did that on purpose? What the shit, Heisenberg-?! Fuck." You doubled over in pain, clutching your ribs, heaving.

"Shh, stay still, kid. Here, take these. They'll help with the pain." You eyed the bottle before popping two in your mouth. Hey, if he wanted me dead, he wouldn't have saved me from the lycan. "I just wanted to see if you were worth the trouble, and as it turns out, you are."

"You didn't have to almost kill me to see that. And now I've lost my gun. And I don't have any money to buy a new one. I doubt Duke gives freebies." You huffed out.

Heisenberg rolled his eyes. "God, you sure do whine a lot. Here-" He dropped a tiny pouch in your lap. "There's some coins in there. That should be enough to buy you a new gun. And for fucks sake, get a gun with more rounds! You don't have time to be loading a gun mid battle." He huffed. "So, where are you going now?"

You rolled your head from side to side. "Well, I went to the Beneviento house. Didn't find Ethan or Rose there. Now, I'm going to the lake."

"The lake? Huh, well if you survived Donna, then Moreau should be a piece of cake. You got the map? Let me show you the short cut, it's not far from here." You gave him the map and he showed you the directions.

"Where are you going then?"

"Mother Miranda called. Don't worry, I'll keep our meeting a secret." He then nodded at you. "Alright, I'm off now."

"Wait!" Your voice stopped him. "I don't know when I'll see Duke again. And I don't have gun, so what if another pack of lycans come?"

Heisenberg slumped his shoulders as he let out an annoyed sigh. "Fine. I gotta do everything by myself." He dog whistled and one of the soldats stopped maiming the lycan and ran to Heisenberg. "From now on, you're gonna listen to her."The soldat looked at you and nodded. "If she tells you to kill, you kill. If she tells you to die, you die. Follow her around and keep her safe." The soldat nodded. Then Heisenberg turned to you. "He's already dead, so don't worry about throwing him in danger. Oh and also, just take him into the sun every once in a while so that his engine can recharge. You'll know when he needs the sun."

You were baffled. "Wait, Heisenberg- how the- what the hell am I supposed to do with him?"

"Figure it out, kid. Think of him as a guard dog."

You looked at the soldat then at Heisenberg's retreating form, then back at the soldat.

"So..." The soldat stared at you. "You got a name?"

"Handsome." You nodded to yourself as you trudged, using the soldat's arm to support yourself. "That's what I'm gonna call you. Handsome. What do you think?"

The soldat was wearing a metal contraption over its eyes, so you couldn't really tell what it was feeling.

"Well, you don't seem to have any complaints, so from now on, you'll respond to the name "Handsome". Do you understand?"

The soldat nodded.

You laughed. God, the pain meds were either making me stupid or everything else funnier.

You looked at the map again. Just a couple of more minutes and then a right turn. And then you should see the lake- god, this map was confusing as hell.

"So..." you wondered what you should ask the cyborg. Oh right. "You seen Ethan? Blonde man, crazy big eyes. Or a baby, Rose?" The man shook his head no.

Sigh. What else could I ask him? What about how did he die? No, what if that's triggering? I can't handle a Terminator right now. And I don't think I should ask him about his past or anything that'll cause him to have a existential crisis. Ah! I've got it!

"Hey, how do you see?"

The soldat looks down at you for a few seconds then points at his metal contraption.

Wait- is that sarcasm?

You scoff. "Of course, you see with your eyes! I meant, with the whole metal thingy covering them, how do you- oh, there's this vision specs in them."

You smiled. "Hey, you're kinda like Cyclops, yknow-" you were cut off as Handsome suddenly pushed you to the ground, turning on his drill.

"Wait, shit- you don't have to be Cyclops! We can talk this out-" but Handsome was focusing on something else, and that's when you saw it. Two lycans.

Handsome ran and easily maimed them to pieces, I mean, you had to look away from the horrific scene midway.

The soldat returned five minutes later, covered in blood. He extended his hand and you reluctantly took it, letting him support you as you began walking again, your heart still beating like crazy.

But you calmed down when you finally reached the lake, the setting sun gave serene feel to the entire reservoir. You inhaled deeply before looking at Handsome. "Lets go down there." You pointed at the lake.

You were both sitting at the wooden broadwalk, your legs hanging off the ledge. You looked at the water, it wasn't crystal clear, but you could see some fishes swimming around, so at least it wasn't dangerous to life. You looked at Handsome, then at his drill and you realised he was still covered in blood. "Lets get you cleaned up, hm?" You said, pulling out a rag from your bag and dipping it in the cold water below. You began with cleaning up his drill, then dipping the rag back in cold water and cleaning his chest and his other arm.

"Good job back there, Handsome."You smiled as Handsome nodded. "Heisenberg was right, you are kinda like a dog. Hmm, I wonder if..." You tested your theory as you petted him on the head. "Good job, Handsome!" But the soldat only tilted its head in confusion.

"Hmm, perhaps not." You cupped the cold water in your hands and washed your own face, You looked at your reflection in the water. "You wanna go for a swim? I don't mind." Handsome shook his head. "Yeah, I'm not a fan of swimming either."

Handsome stared at you. You scoffed. "Oh so you pretend you don't understand what I say, but you want to hear the story? Fine, but I'm only telling you because it might be important later."

You both stared at the water as you began your story. "Well, when I was 15, I had snuck out of the house to go to a party. It was at this rich girl's house and I knew she didn't like me, but I was surprised when she had invited me to her place. Yes, a red flag I should've seen from miles ago, but I was young and dumb and desperate to climb the highschool social hierarchy." You chuckled. "Anyways, long story short, one of the guys there pushed me into the pool because I don't know if they thought it was funny to see me drown? By some luck, I managed to grab onto the pool ledge and pull myself up. I immediately left the party, embarrassed and cold and on the verge of breaking down. Then on the way back home, there was this car following me and then some weirdo catcalled me and tried to get me in his car. Now, scared for my life because I watched a lot of Criminal Minds, I ran all the way home, praying that he leaves me alone. I think he stopped when he saw a Range Rover following him, but I don't know. I just rushed back home." You sighed. "You know what happened next? I bursted through the front door, slamming it shut and I turn around to see my dad in the living room, looking surprised to see me. He stood up and looked me up and down and then said, "Y/n? You're drenched completely. And you're messing up the floor. You know what? Mia's in the bathroom right now, why don't you go upstairs and I'll clean up here. You know how she gets when there's water on the wood." And I was just so shocked, that I didn't say anything and went back upstairs. Once I was in the shower, that's when I broke down crying. I almost drowned, almost got kidnapped and my father was worried about me messing up the wooden floor? Hell, he didn't even ask me why I was coming home at midnight." Your tears fell into the lake, making small ripples. You chuckled, "God, I always wondered how tired he must've been from work that day to ignore all these visible signs of distress. I always hated his job, you know? They made him work way too much." You looked at Handsome who was looking at the lake. "Anywho, now you know I can't swim so, save me if I fall into this lake, okay?" He nodded.

You guys sat in comfortable silence for a few more minutes before a question popped up in your mind. "Handsome?" He turned his head towards you, only to see a mischievous smile on your face. "Are you seeing someone?" The man turned his back to the lake, making you laugh. "Ahh, so you like someone. Tell me, is it someone from the village?" The man further turned his head away from you in embarrassment. "Oh come on, tell me! Is it a girl?" He nodded reluctantly, making you punch his arm. "You dog! Does she know?" Handsome shook his head, making you smile. "Tell you what? As a payback for saving me back there, I'll help you get her. I'll be your wingman, Handsome, hm?" He nodded a bit enthusiastically.

"We all deserve good things, Handsome. No matter how we look, or what we are, these things don't really define one's self worth. Its our intentions, you know?" Handsome didn't know, but he nodded anyways.

"Good. Now, lets go check out this place. Keep an eye out for Ethan and Rose, okay?" You told him, not knowing someone was already watching the two of you.

So... thought?

What did you guys think about Handsome? I'm gonna post a pic of him soon if you guys want.

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Fic: Misty, chapter v

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Rating: Explicit (whole thing)

Fandom: Prospect

Pairing: Snowman!Ezra x f!reader (monsterfucker au)

Tags: it’s basically monster fucking but with a snowman which could technically be classified as a monster i guess?, gothic horror kind of, sorrow, dementia, anxiety, dog murder, masturbation, Frankie thirst, pet murder, racism mention, huge age gap, implied possible sexual abuse of minor.

Chapter warnings in addition to the above mentioned: Spookiness, PiV sex with an actual snowman, possible hallucinations.

Summary: Escaping your empty apartment after having been dumped by your fiancé, you rent a cottage at Oakgrove House over Christmas to nurse your wounds. But strange things seem to happen at the estate, where an old woman wanders around in search of old friends long gone, and snowmen appear as if by themselves on the lawn…

Chapter word count: 1,852

A/N: Here we go: snowman sex. Listen to Kate Bush's Misty if you haven't already. You're welcome.

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Snow is still falling down in a slow dance from the sky when you step out of the warmth of the cottage. Arms wrapped around you, and boots on your feet, you stare in disbelief at the snowman.

It's impossible. Impossible times infinity. But there he - it - is, with its crooked smile made of leaves and dried grass, staring at you through the swirling crystals in the night. You look around you and spot a broom right next to the porch. Holding it, against what you don't know, you slowly make your way down the path and onto the lawn. The snow reaches your knees and your boots fill with it immediately, but you don't care about the wet chill around your ankles. Coming to a stand right in front of the snowman, both hands holding the broom vertically in front of you, you see no tracks in the high drifts around the round figure.

Chill after uneasy chill run down your spine and you look around you. There is nothing but snow and silence. The broom feels like a silly idea now, but you still hold it firmly because you can't shake the feeling that someone is watching you through the falling snow. You open your mouth to call out a hello, but no sound comes out. Turning back to the snowman, you realize that it's the dead, unseeing depressions filled with leaves that you felt on you.

"Stop it," you press, your teeth starting to chatter. "Just stop it."

You don't know if you're talking to the snowman or to yourself. Abruptly turning around and tracing your steps back through the drift, you make it back to the front door. Using the broom, you brush the snow off your boots returning safely to the warmth of the cottage. You go to the kitchen to clear the table when a clumsy, faint knock, as if made by a broom handle to the door, makes you freeze.

Did you imagine that? The cold, melted snow soaking your socks sends shivers up your entire body as you take a few hesitant steps back towards the front door. You jump when there's another knock, this time more demanding. It's definitely not made by a human knuckle against the wood of the door, no, it's the sound you get when beating wood to wood.

Lips pressed together, you will your legs into moving your body to the entry, your hands to turn the knob. Your skin rises in goosebumps and the tiny hairs at the nape of your neck stand on end when the door swings open to the swarm of vanilla frost that enters.

It's Frankie who stands on the porch, carrying a load of firewood.

"Hi," he smiles at you from behind the logs. You don't even stop to marvel at how strong he must be to be able to carry those heavy logs in his arms: your gaze trails past him to the snowman.

It's on the other side of the road, and it's holding the broom.

"Figured you needed more firewood," you hear Frankie say. "There's a shed behind the cottage but maybe nobody has thought to tell you."

When he gets no reaction from you, he says your name, clearly and with a question mark at the end. You blink, as if waking up from a disturbing dream, and focus on him.

"Yes! Firewood. Great!" You stand to the side to let him in, and his parka brushes you as he enters, going straight to the living-room to relieve himself of his burden. You follow him slowly, trying to focus on his solid, corporal presence to shake yourself out of whatever it is that has gotten a hold of you.

"You okay?" Frankie now asks you, and you immediately nod.

"Just tired. Thanks for the firewood."

"Sure." His warm, brown eyes stay on your face, as if assessing your lie. His weight shifts from one leg to the other before he nods, clearly deciding that you are, in fact, not his problem.

"Well, I best be getting home."

He's by the front door again in a heartbeat, looking back one last time before you leaves. "Merry Christmas."

"And to you," you reply weakly, and he's out. You go to the window and watch him walk down the garden path before turning onto the road and walking past the snowman with its broom. You stand in the window for a long while, waiting for the round body to move, but it never does. And why should it?

You sit up in bed, heart beating, your skin slick with sweat. Your trembling hands fumbling, you finally manage to find the lightswitch, and turn on the bedside lamp. Unable to remember what your dream was about, the dread that permeated it is still haunting you outside of dreamland. It takes you a while to convince your brain that it was a dream and that you are safe, albeit unhappy. When you eventually manage to draw a deep, settling breath, you find the air in the bedroom stuffy. The heat of the fire downstairs has settled up here, underneath the roof beams, and it feels old and used up. You throw the covers to the side and get out of bed, your bare feet taking you across the floor to the window. The latch comes off easily and the hinges creak a little when you open first the inner window, then the outer. Greedily, you draw the cold, fresh air down into your lungs.

It has stopped snowing, and the obsidian sky is lit up by thousands, no, millions of stars. Your mouth falls open when you gaze up at the little lights. Living in a city, you never really see the stars, and it always feels like a punch to the gut when you are treated to the wonders of the universe. The moon is only half full but it hits you that its cold silver glow still illuminates the frozen white vastness of the lawn between cottage and house. The trees loom around the open spaces, casting long, dark shadows over the untouched virginal snows. Oakgrove House has its own shadow, backlit by the moon, the warm yellow Christmas lights fighting the good fight against the cold light of winter.

Your gaze sweeps over the lawn, stopping at the side of the road where the snowman should be, but is not. It's gone, and you can't see it in the cottage's garden either. The fresh air suddenly feels chilly and intrusive. As a shiver settles in your muscles, you cross your arms in front of your chest in a futile attempt to shield yourself from both the cold and the feeling of unease that is creeping upon you.

A creak downstairs makes your breath hitch, and you turn around to stare at the open door. You recognize that sound even though you've only been here for two days: it's the sound the first step of the stairs make when you step on it. It has a certain huffed sigh to it that you noticed from the first time you stepped on it. Your unblinking eyes are trained on the doorway and you forget to breathe when you hear the little squaks and groans that tell you that someone is coming up the stairs, with determination yet without hurry. You're frozen in place from fear but you can also feel a comforting sense of resignation, like you're at peace with whatever comes. Maybe it's the same feeling a drowning person feels when they stop struggling, and just sink? Well, you are sinking now, rooted to the floor and terrified of yet comfortable with whatever is going to show up.

"Ezra," you whisper when you see the round form of the snowman fill the doorway. His snowy white face with its dead leaves smile and dark moss eyes is turned to you, and suddenly you're not afraid anymore.

"Ezra," you repeat, and he tilts his head slightly, like one does when listening to a beloved yet forgotten song from long ago. He doesn't speak but you seem to hear whispers in the corners of the room: Blackbird... Blackbird... precious little Blackbird...

No, you're not afraid when you slowly walk up to him and put your hand on his cold cheek. The dry light hay of his frosted tuft in an otherwise dark brown hair rustles when he bows his head down. His ice cream lips taste like a dead garden when he kisses you. His twig arm embraces you, the other little stick arm lost somewhere along the way, and pulls you into his snowy body. Your sleepwear turns wet when he starts to melt in your hands, melt away as you kiss him back, thaw like the rising heat of your body is the spring sun. You dimly realize what will happen if you stay like this, entwined in this desperate show of loneliness and love ungiven, but if he doesn't care, then neither will you.

Next to each other on the bed, you kiss him again and again, the moss of his mouth reminiscent of plush lips, the scratch of twigs like a moustache tickling your warm skin. Your breath comes out in smoky puffs whenever you tear your lips from his, and you giggle in exhilaration at the display. His branch arm moves, the smaller limbs curling around the swell of your hip like cold fingers. Your breath hitches when the chilly sensation reaches your soft thighs. Cold drops of melted snow run down between your legs, making you shiver - in desire this time. A feral smile distorts his features when he feels your heat and traces his fingertips lightly around your slick opening. Your lips move in a silent plead, his finger slips inside, giving you peace and pleasure. The orgasm is almost immediate and strangely undramatic; a welcome shower of comfort relaxing your limbs when you sigh and let your eyes fall shut. He moves, a deep creaky-creak similar to the one made by snow being trod by boots or wheels, and rolls on top of you. You spread your legs and let him enter, the cold jab into your core chilling your spine all the way up to your brain. He cradles your face as he moves in you, the whispers of Blackbird growing stronger with every thrust.

”I’m your blackbird, Ezra,” you assure him, your fingertips throbbing with heartbeats and cold as they sink into his shoulders, his creamy skin giving way more and more. You don’t want him to dissolve, to leave you like your fiancé left you, he has grown on you, his presence outside the cottage is a comfort, his single arm embrace is not only wanted but desired. His love and worship make you feel whole again, his sex brings you pleasure and you don’t want it to end.

But it does end. When he finishes, there is nothing left but soaking sheets, a womb filled with ice, and you laying on your back, panting until you pass out.

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heatwave (jason todd x gender neutral!reader)

summary: extreme heat leads to a little accident with your popsicle and jason finds a way to rectify the problem.

warnings: 18+ content (minors dni) - smut, unprotected sex (no condom, no pulling out - pls wrap it up y’all), shower sex, mild food play (popsicle), mild choking. 

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the sun shone through the window of your bedroom, the rays of light dancing against your sweaty skin as the wind from your fan made the blinds shake. you laid out on your bed, which had been stripped of its comforter, in only your underwear. you were about ready to peel those off of yourself, too. you weakly grabbed at your phone, checking the weather. 77 degrees.

77 degrees, your ass. it felt like 90. 

as much as you enjoyed reaping the consequences of a depleting ozone layer, you felt like it was time to do something to control the temperature in your apartment. you weren't sure how much longer you'd be able to handle breathing in air that felt thick enough to chew. slowly, you sat up, having to peel your sheet off of your sweaty back. you were going to have to do the laundry at some point because going back to sleep in drenched sheets was just as disgusting as it sounded. that was a problem for 3pm you, though. 11am you needed water. desperately.

waddling your way to the kitchen, you opened the refrigerator door and you let out a loud moan of satisfaction. the bright white lights invited you inside its cold confines and you could've swore you saw a dead relative or two beckoning you in. you didn't want to leave the door open for too long, so you quickly grabbed the last water bottle and shut it. you wasted no time swallowing down the cold liquid, ignoring how it made your teeth hurt and froze your throat. you didn't even care that some of it had spilled down the front of your body, down your chest and to the band of your underwear. you welcomed the cold droplets onto your burning hot skin. 

“fuuuuuuck,” you breathed out, your body going limp as it pressed itself against the metal refrigerator door. you could feel your perspiration creating a suction between it and your skin. it was fine, though. you had no intention of moving anyway.

had it not been for your brain taking a few minutes to power itself off, you would've heard the familiar jingle of keys unlocking the front door and you would've turned to see jason coming in with the desserts you requested. 

“what the hell are you doing?” you heard him say and you slightly turned towards him, a dazed look on your face. he was already stripping out of his clothes before he even asked.

“dying,” you responded, opening the freezer for him as he threw in some ice cream and multiple boxes of popsicles.

jason put his hand on your clammy shoulder, slowly ripping you off of the fridge. he turned you towards him, holding some contraption in his hand, which appeared to be a cross between a spray bottle and a fan. without saying anything, he turned it on and began spraying you down like a misbehaving cat, only you didn't flinch. no, you relished in the feeling of the mist on your face.

“here. i got one for myself, too,” he said, handing you the fan. you smiled happily as you started spraying and fanning yourself all over. 

“i hope whoever invented this is getting bomb ass head right now,” you breathed out, starting to feel some relief.

“what about the guy who bought it for you? what does he get?” jason asked, starting his fan up and spraying his chest, it now glistening with both sweat and tap water. 

“absolutely nothing until the temperature drops,” you smiled at him. “what flavors did you get?”

jason’s lips puckered slightly as he leaned back against the kitchen counter. “strawberry, pineapple, and this caribbean mix with a bunch of flavors in it. you might wanna wait on eating them, though. they’ll probably melt fast.”

“it's a risk i'm willing to take,” you said, going and grabbing a popsicle for yourself. you unwrapped it and hummed happily at the flavor against your tongue. the brand jason bought was a little more expensive but it was definitely worth it. the real fruit juices and chunks were much more satisfying to taste than the artificial flavoring of the other brands.

“is it good?” jason asked, a small smile on his lips. despite being uncomfortably hot, seeing you happy made it bearable. the fact that he was able to provide you with the things you needed, even if it was something as simple as your favorite popsicle, made him feel good.

“mhm,” you nodded, some of the juices starting to trickle down your chin and onto your chest. you looked down and frowned a little. you started spraying your chest, trying to get the stickiness to go away. 

jason watched you desperately try to lick up the juices that were now sliding down the stick and getting on your hands. it just wouldn't stop and it was making a huge mess, just as he had warned you it would. 

“sweetheart, there's more popsicle on your chest than there is in your mouth,” he commented condescendingly and you glared at him.

“maybe that's how i like eating it, jason,” you said, his name coming out of your mouth like venom. 

“you know what? i like eating it that way, too,” he nodded in agreement, stepping towards you and dipping his head down to lick at your collarbone and move down the valley of your chest. 

your breath hitched at the unexpected contact and the added body heat to your personal bubble. jason had come back up, giving you a soft kiss and licking the remnants of your most recent bite off of your lips. as badly as you wanted to melt into the kiss, you pulled away. you grabbed your fan and started spraying him in the face. 

“down, boy,” you scolded him playfully, little giggles coming from him as he flinched his punishment. “i'm trying to eat.”

“so am i,” he smirked, taking the popsicle from you and taking a bite out of it. he looked around the room, whistling as he not so subtly let the popsicle fall against your chest and dragging it down some, watching as it dripped down your abdomen. you gasped out as the contrasting temperatures, your back hitting the fridge. 

“oh wow. i'm so sorry,” his fake apology rang against your ears. he took the dessert off of your skin, handing it back to you. “i'll get that for you.”

his lips and tongue fell upon your skin again, dragging over the stains. he found himself at your nipples, despite not getting anything on them. he swirled his tongue around the quickly hardening buds, managing to get a pleasant sound from you. he got on his knees, collecting the sweetness that was threatening to make it way to your underwear. he eagerly lapped it all up before it got to that point, firmly holding your hips against the door to prevent you from moving away.

“jason, it's too hot,” you sighed as he planted kisses up your naval, looking up at you with playful eyes.

“i know. this is really sexy, isn't it?” he spoke against your body, which got himself sprayed again by you. this time, he saw it as encouragement instead of a punishment. how thoughtful of you to help keep him cool while he focused on making you feel good. 

you kept spraying him until he eventually let up, laughing again as he got off of his knees. “fine, fine. if you won't indulge me in my sexy popsicle fantasy, can we at least go take a shower?”

“only to get the juice off. no other reason,” you said coyly and he smirked at you, giving you a firm nod.

“of course. what other reason would there be?” he asked as the two of you headed to the bathroom, touching at each other and giggling your entire way there, taking what little clothes you both had off of each other. by the time the water started running, the little act had dropped and you were all over each other. it was freezing, which put your bodies into a slight shock as you panted heavily in between feverish kisses. 

jason’s favorite thing to do was hoist you up, with your legs wrapped around his waist. he liked showing you how strong he was and feeling your body flush against his own. he made sure to position you high enough against the tile wall so you wouldn't have water violently hitting your face, but close enough to where you could still feel it everywhere else. he never allowed himself to be blinded by lust at the expense of your comfort. 

his hips rolled into yours and his face found its way back to your chest, peppering it with kisses. you carded your fingers through his wet hair, tugging at it just how he liked. even though you were doing a very physically taxing activity, this was the coolest you had felt all day. you wasted no time giving jason’s plump lips the kisses they had deserved earlier, your boyfriend more than happy to reciprocate. as much as you didn't want to part from him again, he pulled away and began suckling at your neck. normally you would object to being marked in such a visible location but you gave him a pass this one time. after all, he was the guy who bought you the spray fan. 

your feet touched the ground again and he turned you around, pressing you against the wall and grinding softly into your backside. it didn't take him long to pull your leg up and slowly insert himself inside of you. you started seeing stars and that's when your legs became like jelly, causing you to lose your balance. jason quickly reacted, your hearts pounding as you tried to stay vertical.

“are you alright?” he asked, his nose rubbing the shell of your ear. 

“yeah, i just got dizzy,” you explained, grabbing his hand with an embarrassed smile. “i'm okay.”

“so clumsy,” he grinned, kissing your temple as his slow thrusting began. his hand trailed down your side and landed on your ass, using it as leverage.

you moaned his name as he started going deeper and slower. he was teasing you now, which was to be expected. even on the hottest of days, in one of the least comfortable locations, he didn't pass up the opportunity. jason treating this like any other love making session and not just a quickie turned you on even more. he never let you question his dedication to making you unravel beneath him.

“jason, please. stop teasing me,” you begged him, knowing that was the only way he would stop. closed mouths don't get fed, as he would say. 

“only because you asked so nicely,” he responded smugly, picking up the pace now. the sounds of slapping skin and breathy moans were amplified by the acoustics of the room. you began feeling a slight ache; a result of jason’s girth and length inside of you. a normal person would’ve asked for a break, but not you. it fueled you to continued, fucking back against him and squeezing around the very thing that was causing you mild pain. 

“it feels good, doesn’t it?” he asked you and you didn't respond. you hated how he always knew exactly what you were doing. “tell me it does, sweetheart. i wanna hear you say it.”

you ignored him again, moving against him a little faster now. his hands quickly went to your hips, holding you still. “answer me,” he whispered in your ear and you whimpered in defeat.

“it feels good,” you mumbled, trying to move again, but to no avail. 

“sorry, i didn’t catch that.”

“it feels good, jason.”

“i'm glad. i want you to feel good,” he smiled, letting you go. you continued to try and reach your high, doing most of the work now while jason watched. his hands caressed your body, encouraging you to continue. 

“does it feel good for you?” you asked him and he nodded. 

“it always does, sweetheart. i feel amazing whenever i’m with you,” he told you, starting to meet you half way with his thrusts. “doesn't matter if i'm inside you or not.”

you felt your face heat up at his words. you hated how he had that effect on you. you felt yourself slip against the wet tile again and he caught you, pulling you back against him. 

“would you stop doing that?” the two of you laughed together, taking a quick breather. “i need you to not die in the middle of me fucking you, okay?”

“okay, i'm sorry,” you giggled as jason helped you get back into position. “i'm sorry.”

“it's alright, don't worry,” he reassured you, slipping his hand up your front and around your throat. “is this okay?”

you nodded, feeling more secure in this modified position. despite your little interruption, you still felt as needy as ever. his grip on you was so gentle that you could almost be convinced you’d slip again, but jason knew your body like the back of his hand. he knew what he needed to do to keep you safe and not hurt you in the process. 

“let’s finish up,” jason’s tone was comforting and you hummed in agreement, picking up right where the two of you left off. it didn't take long, either. you could feel the pressure building up inside of you, waiting to wash over you. once you felt his tip pressing against that sweet spot he was so good at exploiting, you knew there was no going back now. 

you both started getting sloppy, jason’s thrusts being less methodical and your movements no longer matching with his. jason’s broken gasps and moans send you over the edge, sending you spiraling in euphoria. his grip on your throat tightened very slightly as he filled you up, his face resting in the crook of your neck. you let out a sigh as he slipped out of you, feeling his cheek pressing against you, silently urging you to turn around. you complied, your noses grazing each other before your lips met again with little kisses.

“we can take a real shower now,” he smiled against your lips, kissing you again. “no more sexy fantasies. i promise.”

“no more sexy fantasies during a heatwave,” you corrected him, grabbing your wash cloth and wiping away some of the sweat forming at his hairline. “any other time, they will be greatly accepted and expected.”

“good to know.”

[crypticwanda]

I'm not sure if this is where I can ask for request but how about here it is hehe i hope you are comfortable enough and nothing is triggering with the request altho it is just calm i guess haha

How about:

Reader is the first and only survivor of the hydra experiment batch before wanda and pietro joined but reader never cooperated with hydra because she was only forced to be there (kidnapped) so they keep beating her up and then when wanda and pietro came, they become close, specially with wanda because they can communicate in their minds and one day maybe hydra is not happy with wanda's progress so they decide to punish her and then reader protected her, using her power for the first time

I'm so sorry if it's too specific. You can totally change a lot of things and you can decide the power. I just really want an overprotective!reader x Wanda 😂

Thank you so much for humoring me if ever hahaha i love your stories

Oh my god overprotective!reader is amazing and yes this is where you send requests, you did it right! Also thank you so much <33

To Protect You

summary: you are the survivor of an experimental group in HYDRA before Wanda and Pietro had arrived. You and Wanda are able to communicate through your mind due to both of your powers and become close to one another. One day, a guard starts hurting Wanda because of her performance, and you snap.

pairing(s): wanda maximoff x reader

warnings: overprotective!reader, violence, abuse, cursing

taglist:  @myperfectlovepoem @minnahbukharo  @supersourlemon13  @royalityofmultifandom @madamevirgo @b0mbdotc0m  @fayhar  @olsensnpn 

Your eyebrows furrowed angrily as you walked down the white hallways of the HYDRA outpost. Your wrists were red and aching from the thick metal cuffs harshly hitting your wrists. "Keep moving." You heard one of the guards say as you felt a violent push on your shoulder, causing you to grit your teeth and grunt in annoyance. "I am moving." You growl in annoyance as the guard scrunched his face in anger.

The guard had prepared to bring up his hand to strike you, but the the other guard standing next to you hand held his arm. "It's not worth it." He mutters as the other guard puts his arm down. You couldn't even feel happy about it, you knew that the only reason he stopped him was so that they wouldn't get their asses in trouble. You turned your head back forward as your eyes continued to peer angrily ahead.

A loud metallic noise was heard when the door to your cell had opened vertically. You grunted as you felt one of the guards push your back harshly as you stumbled into the cell. “I can walk on my own.” You mutter as you saw the vertical door shut. “Experimental Group one has completed their tests for today, we will resume tomorrow.” You heard one of the announcers say into the intercom as the guards outside your door start to walk away while talking with each other. You huffed out air as you turned your body and pressed your back against the cold wall. Your body sunk to the floor until you were sitting on the floor with your back against the wall. The lights around you outside your cell began turning off as they slowly reached your cell and the only light visible was the soft light in the corner of the room, barely able to light up the entire room. You sighed deeply before bringing your hand in front of your face, the metal of the cuffs clinging together. A small orange light began to emit from your fingertips as you moved them around slowly. You smiled to yourself, knowing that you were still able to use your powers, even if it was in the smallest amount. You were unsure about what your powers were and how to use them, all you knew is that one day you would use them to get out of this horrid place. 

The next day, you were awoken by a loud beep sound that came from the doors in the hallways. You heard multiple footsteps emerging from the corridor and some guards talking to either themselves or someone else. You thought you could have heard chains as someone was walking, causing your face to scrunch in confusion. You grunted softly as you pushed yourself to your feet and walked over to the door of your cell and brought your head up to look out of the glass. Your eyes widened slightly as you saw two more prisoners around your age walking in front of the two guards. You observed closely as you saw both of them heading to the cells on the left side of you. Before they entered their cells one of them, a girl with dark hair and tired eyes, had looked back directly at you causing your eyes to peer slightly at her. You heard the loud doors closing, indicating that they were both in their cells. You huffed out air as you turned your body and resumed to the spot where you were sitting on the wall. ‘I wonder what they are doing here’ you thought to yourself as you looked down at your hands. 

“I could ask you the same question.” You heard an accented voice asking you, almost as if it was a headset but no one was around you. The sudden voice caused you to jump as turn your head rapidly to look around your empty cell. “What the fuck.” You muttered to yourself as your heartbeat was still increasing. “Calm down, I’m talking to you through your mind.” The voice was inherently feminine with a strong accent to it. You breathed in deeply as you brought your hands back into your lap. “You’re the girl, the new prisoner they just brought into the cell next to me.” You muttered to yourself, still wondering if it was in your head or not. “My name is Wanda.” She said, she was sitting against her wall in her cell, almost parallel to you in your cell. “Y/N.” You said quietly. It  almost caused her to smile just being able to talk to someone for the first time in such a long time. 

“You’re different, aren’t you? Most people can’t respond when I talk to them.” Wanda said as she was moving around a box in her cell with her powers. “We’re prisoners of HYDRA, I think we’re different than most people.” You smirk slightly as you spoke. You could hear her stifling a chuckle under her breath as you spoke. Just the small conversation had caused a smile to appear on your face, it was nice to not be alone for the first time in forever. 

Almost two months had passed since Wanda, and now you know her brother Pietro, had joined you in the HYDRA outpost. Ever since they arrived, you and Wanda had become close. She was the person you could talk to without even moving from your cell, it was comforting having someone to talk to. Although the treatment has been worse than ever. Usually the guards are rough, but with the Maximoff's they were worse, and it made your blood boil. If looks could kill, all the guards in that room would be dead by now. 

“Maximoff!’ You heard one of the guards say, even just the sound of his voice made you clench your fist. You heard the door to her cell open and the sound of footsteps leading into her room. “You’re progress has been declining rapidly over the past few weeks, almost like you’ve been distracted by something.” The voice made your jaw clench and your eyebrows furrow. Wanda looked up at the guard from sitting on the floor with her back against the wall. She didn’t respond to the guard, she just kept her head facing the floor. “Come here.” The words of the guard had you sprinting to your door, trying to look through the glass. Since the guard was already in Wanda’s cell, you couldn’t see them. You cursed to yourself as you violently hit the door with your fist. 

Wanda had hesitantly gotten up from the ground, the sound of her cuffs clinging together as she stood up. Slowly she walked over to the guard, her feet dragging along the ground as she did. Then, the guard violently grabbed Wanda by her neck, causing her to begin to choke as she gasped for air. You couldn’t see Wanda, but you could hear her suffering in your head and it made you snap. You stood in front of your door as you continuously began striking at the door with your bare fist. All you were feeling was rage coursing through your veins, and your blood was boiling. As you continued to hit the door, you started to feel an unusual feeling in your fingertips, almost like a tingling but more powerful. Then, you started to see the orange-yellow light begin to emit from your fist like once before, only this time it was brighter than before. 

As you brought your hand up into the air to strike once more, the irises of your eyes began to glow a bright yellow as your hand was emitting a powerful energy that was glowing yellow and orange. When you brought you hand down to impact with the door, an impulse of energy surged throughout the entire outpost and the door you were striking flew through the air and hit the other side of the wall with a loud clang noise. 

A loud alarm began blaring through the entire building as most of the guards looked up in confusion, Without even thinking about the power you had just unlocked, you turned and ran over to the cell next to your own. The guard in the room had turned his head in confusion as he let go of Wanda’s neck and she dropped to the ground, gasping for air. The guard had reached for his gun but you were already running towards him as you brought up your hand to strike him with a powerful burst of energy. His body flew and hit the back of the wall of the cell, leaving a large indent in the wall. The guard was knocked out cold, causing a bit of relief to flow through you. Even though you wanted to kill him right there, you knew Wanda’s safety was more important to you. “Wanda.” You pant as you turn to kneel down next to her on the ground as she kept a hand on her neck. You helped her stand up and to your surprise, she wrapped her arms around your neck and pulled you into a hug. You immediately reciprocate by wrapping your own arms around her and pulling her close to you. “It’s nice to finally meet you.” She said as a few tears began to well up in her eyes. 

As much as you wanted to enjoy this moment, it was interrupted when more guards began to crowd around the entrance of the cell door with their guns drawn. Your eyes widened as you heard one of the guards yell, “Fire!”. Before the bullets could reach you, Wanda had picked up the bed in her cell with her powers and held it in front of the both of you as a shield. “We need a way out!” You yell over the sounds of bullets. “Pietro can get us out quickly!” She yelled back as you nodded to her. As Wanda backed up, you stood up in front of the bed and kicked it far enough so that it would hit a few of the guards. You ran out of her cell and made your way over to the two guards still standing. One of them you had hit with your powers so that he would go flying across the room. The other one you had elbowed him in the stomach and then kicked him across the room until he hit the wall. You panted heavily as you turned to see Wanda walking over to Pietro’s room. You walked up next to her and balled up your fist as the orange-yellow began emerging from your fist. You drew your hand back before punching the door, causing it to fly through the air and hit the wall of his cell. “Pietro!” Wanda said worriedly as she hugged her brother. “Time to go?” Pietro asked sarcastically, his accent showing strongly through his words. “Take Wanda first, you can come back for me.” You told Pietro as he nodded. Wanda looked up at you with confusion on her face but she didn’t have time to react before Pietro picked her up and ran out with her in the blink of an eye. Within a second, Pietro was back in front of you and he quickly swept his arms under your legs as he picked you up and quickly ran outside where Wanda was. 

As you stood back on the ground after Pietro had taken both of you out of the outpost, you realized that you were both standing in the middle of a snowy forest. “So, what now?” Pietro asked as he put his hands on his hips. “We just keep moving forward.” You tell them, your breath becoming visible in the cold air. You turned towards Wanda as she kept her arms in front of her chest. “Together.” You finish as she looks up at you with a genuine smile. You didn’t know where you were going or how you were going to get there, all you knew is that now you weren’t alone anymore and you wouldn’t let anyone hurt them again. 

[domthedevil]

I'm absolutely loving your gentle series, could you maybe do Beel next? 👉👈

Big Beel is already so gentle and this made me weak in the knees. I don’t know what it is about this series but it’s so fun to write. Thank you for sending this in! Also is 3 AM so ignore my horrible errors.

Be Gentle pt 4

Warnings: Beel x AFAB!MC, loss of virginity

The stupid way Asmo and Mammon bickered over who you liked better only made Beel’s stomach rumble. Thinking there were better places to be, Beel crept out of the room and made his way to your room. He remembered you’d brought a special snack from the Human World for him. And he’d be lying if he said the previous conversation didn’t make him want to see you.

Hearing a knock on your door - a single loud thunk, you called for Beel to come in in response. Joyfully he walked in to see you relaxing in bed. He forgot you had been waiting for him to give this gift the him. He apologized softly before sitting behind you on the bed, wrapping his arms around you and the small present you held. Beel’s chin rested on your shoulder as your cheeks grew warm.

“I got a present from home. It’s my favorite.” Kissing his cheek softly you opened the box to show him the treat you had picked out just for him. That little dribble of drool you thought was adorable grazed your cheek. “B-Beel!!”

“S-Sorry!” He clumsily wiped his mouth and your cheek with the sleeve of his jacket. Your laugh assured him that you weren’t actually mad. Shifting to sit in his lap facing him, hands on his shoulders, you kissed his cheek again. Beel noticed hot warm your cheek was against his when you spoke lowly.

“Actually Beel...I was hoping I could ask you something?”

“Of course!” Beel managed to make out in between bites.

“MC...Im really happy.” His red cheeks framed the huge smile across his face. “I want to...be close to you.”

“You’re being too honest.” You nervously laughed. “But...if it’s you Beel, I know you’ll be gentle.”

“Of course.”

His husky voice brushed against Your lips as he kissed you softly. Too softly. But you smiled as he slowly pressed against you harder. Broad arms shed the jacket he normally wore, followed by his shirt. He knew they wouldn’t be missed. Now that they were bare, Beel’s arms wrapped around you tightly.

A small moan slipped through your puffy lips. Beel’s tongue wrestled yours into submission. His kisses were so different from anyone else’s. He knew how to work this muscle to achieve its peak performance. He groaned in response before further exploring your mouth. These small noises you made while he kissed you drove him insane. Beel blushed slightly as he thought about coming the other night to the thought of this. Of sharing this experience.

Rubbing his chest, soft but firm under your finger tips, your hips rocked slowly against his. Parting a moment from the intoxicating kiss, you let out a subtle gasp for air. Beel’s big hands travelled to your hips. Holding them still as he used his own hips to rub against you. The rough way he pressed his hardening cock against you made you wet. He was an impressive size. And you worried for a moment what it would feel like.

“Don’t worry. I’ll take care of you MC.” His low soothing voice resounded in your core.

Holding you close, he rolled you both over. A little too eagerly, Beel helped you out of your clothing. Seeing you naked in front of him had that same small trail of drool run down his chin. You felt a little embarrassed, but flattered all the same. Wiping his mouth clean again, he lied onto you so that he could kiss you, and trail down to your sensitive nubs. A shaky moan from your excited voice made his member twitch with need.

“Is this good MC?” Beel needed validation and confirmation.

“You can be...a little rougher.” Your voice was small but laced with lust. Arms on his shoulders, you braces your self as his teeth nibbled around your peaks. Sucking and licking hungrily. “Nngh-! Y-yes...that’s good.”

As your hands tangle in his bright locks, his hands traveled under you. Your hips twitch at the feeling of his rough finger against your clit. Huffing Beel’s name quietly, he moved his finger in tight circles against the sensitive bundle of nerves. Making small waves of heat run through you. Beel grew harder the more you said his name. Fuck he was trying so hard to hold back. But this was about you, not just him.

Slipping a finger into your entrance, Beel was met with little resistance, though it felt as if it were two of your own fingers at once. You had already soaked the underwear you’d been wearing earlier,helping him ease into you. His second finger made your voice crack. Though not too thick or long, his fingers were still able to stretch parts of you that you’d never felt before. Beel whispered small encouragements as he worked to stretch you more.

“Does it hurt MC? I’ll stop if it does.”

“N-No. Don’t stop now.”

“You’re doing so well MC. Relax and let me take care of you.”

Moving away a moment, Beel’s face turned a deep red as he watched you watching him. Slowly the buckle on his belt and underwear descended and there you gazed upon his cock for the first time. He was intimidating, but you still bit your bottom lip with desire. The glazed look in your eye made Beel’s heart pound.

Holding your thighs together with his hands, Beel pulled you to the edge of your bed. Holding your legs vertically, he aligned his cock with the space between your thighs and swollen clit.

“Squeeze your thighs MC...I want to show you a little...how it’s going to feel.”

Following his suggestion and squeezing your legs tightly together, Beel thrusted his cock between your legs, tucked right above your dripping sex and slamming the tip of his cock against your clit. You couldn’t stop the moans leaving you breathless. Gripping at the sheets below you and twisting with pleasure only encouraged Beel to thrust faster and harder.

A deep burning in your core started to become unbearable. Every ridge on his shaft covered itself in your delicious slick. Your sensitive pearl being roughly pressed sent wave after wave of ecstasy over you. Soon it crashed against your shores. Walls clenching around nothing, your first orgasm had your hips twitching. Beel had to stop himself from drooling again as he admired your lewd expression. His hips had stopped once he realized your moans were growing sexier and sexier.

“M-more. Beel I want more...” you managed to puff and pant out as you spread your legs.

“I love you MC.” He held your hands in his large and rough ones. Rubbing his slick covered dick in short thrusts and pressing the tip of his cock inside you, your relaxed walls and wet pussy wanted to suck him inside. However he was going to move slow. Easing himself in, Beel groaned as it passed inside of you for the first time. You hissed loudly, holding back the cry you wanted to let out. A few small tears fell as your breathing regulated. A sharp pain had scared you a moment, but it had faded to a dull ache.

“Beel...I love you.” Your shaky voice rang out as he continued to sink himself into your warmth. “It feels so strange but...it feels so good too.”

“Do you want me to move?”

You nodded as your arms wrapped around his neck. Placing a soft kiss to your cheek, he lifted his hips in slow thrusts. Letting the feeling of his dick pulling in and out of you linger each time he moved. Licking soothingly on your neck he moved as evenly as possible.

“Is that good?”

“Mmn...m-more Beel.”

His grin and the glimmer in his amethyst eyes made you fall even more in love with him. As his hips sped up he began to press against a very sensitive spot. With how much he was stretching you it felt like every thrust built the heat in your core.

“Y-yes.”

He loved how vocal you were. Hearing how much you liked it encouraged him. Gave him freedom to indulge as well. Knowing he was the first to see this side of you made him blush furiously. This sight was just for him. Straightening his back, Beel looked down at you as he bounced you up and down his cock. Seeing the full picture made his orgasm quicken. And soon your name fell from his lips like a spell he had to remember for class.

“Beel I’m close again. It’s so tight and hot. W-what do I do?” There was a slight panic in your tone.

“Shhh...hold on to me.”

Wrapping his arms around your torso again, Beel buried his face into your neck. Your hasty moans and whimpers made him drool uncontrollably. This time there was no stopping it. But you were too focused on the burning coil about to spring inside you.

“Coming...” Beel could barely make out your whine. But he knew he had heard you clearly when your walls flexed and pulsed and squeezed around him. A deep guttural sound echoed in your room as Beel unexpectedly felt himself come inside you. You begged him to still a moment as your whole body twitched and adjusted back to gravity. Your orgasm had run so deep your toes were numb.

“MC. Are you...?” Beel’s voice trailed off as he finished cleaning you and himself up. Still nude, he rested on the bed beside you. Locking eyes with yours.

“I’m great Beel. That was so amazing.” You bit your lip again, looking at him with bedroom eyes. “Can we...do it again?”

Letting out a hearty chuckle, Beel lifted you so that you straddled his waist above him.

“Anything for you MC.”

“You’re drooling Beel...”

This is a continuation of a request. Read more here:

Be Gentle (Levi x AFAB!MC)

Be Gentle (Belphegore x AFAB!MC)

Be Gentle (Satan x AFAB!MC)

[zinzinina]

Hi hi Sam!! 💕 Could I please send a ✨ for ‘Hierarchy of Needs’ (one of my favorite fics, btw)? I am thinking about the part where reader first sees Rex on the Resolute, and she’s senses his energy signature. I’d just love to know what he was thinking about! 💖

Hi Jess! Thank you so much, my love! I had a lot of fun with your suggestion x

Pairing: Captain Rex x F!Reader Words: 950 Rating: Mature (Non-explicit) Warnings: Canon-typical mention of violence and war

This is a reworking of a scene from this fic, told from Rex’s POV.

from a certain point of view ask game ✨

Rex’s mind is so deep into strategy he’s barely aware of the quiet murmuring around the edges of the holodisplay from the figures waiting for the briefing to begin. He needs to mobilise a small detachment without attracting attention from the main deluge of fire; he’s already considering which troopers are most likely to manage to make planetfall without coming to any harm.

But then he hears the familiar, smooth lilt of Skywalker’s voice behind him.

“…is Captain Rex, of the 501st.”

He turns at the sound of his name, and there you are.

Rex isn’t flustered easily. He can’t afford it. It doesn’t help anybody in the heat of battle when the commanding officer is left without a plan, regardless of what happens. His men look to him in the midst of death and dismemberment and horrors beyond anything they could have imagined sitting through simulations in training. It’s his job to stay calm, even if his stomach is turning with the sights and smells of warfare.

Which makes the sheer intensity of his body’s response to the sight of you even more alarming.

His heart jolts like he’s been thrown out of a moving transport without warning. Every thought of flight paths and ballistic vertices leaves him, his head completely empty except for this: what are you doing out here? You’re only supposed to be providing ground support for relief missions; evacuating civilians, accompanying official convoys safely to their destinations. This is an active combat zone. It isn’t safe. But as he watches you tilt your head, listening intently to whatever Skywalker’s saying now, he’s reminded that nowhere in the galaxy is safe anymore. Not for soldiers, not for civilians, and not for Jedi.

Your eyes turn up and meet his, and he’s caught for the first time in your direct gaze. His breath leaves him. Maker, you’re beautiful. Even more beautiful than he remembers, in the way you’d gently crossed your arms over your chest during the last holoconference, your fingers tapping lightly against your own forearm. He could nearly buckle under the weight of this; how close you are, close enough to smell the faint sweetness of incense on your robes and hair. He feels like a cadet again; as though he’s experiencing the same embarrassed, slightly dizzy groundlessness of falling from a height during a training exercise and being teased by his older brothers. He can nearly hear the grin in Cody’s voice ringing in his ears: “Get up, vod’ika! It’s not naptime now!”

Your lips part slightly as you gaze across into his face, and he feels the prickle of heat under the high neck of his blacks as this thought intrudes above all others: your bottom lip looks as though it would be so soft under the gentle press of his thumb… or his teeth.

It only takes him a second to shuffle through this storm of emotion and shove it all down — hard. He knows he was pretty quick, but as your brows draw slightly together in confusion, he worries for a moment he wasn’t quick enough. With a focus bordering on frantic, he draws up thoughts of his DC-17s; mentally disassembling them, cleaning out the interior components, checking over the carbines. He realises that his distracted nod of acknowledgement to you is gruff, bordering almost on surliness, but it’s better than the alternative.

He ignores Skywalker’s sideways glance of amusement, maintaining his concentration as the briefing commences. Even as he directs every thread of his attention to avoiding them, the thoughts still turn over in the hidden quiet of the underneath-part of his mind. At one point, your hand comes up unconsciously to touch your chin, your index finger brushing the side of your mouth. And if he weren’t already watching you, he’d have missed it; but there it is, and you glance at him again for just a second, your eyes darting nervously away.

He’s seen this before. With the soft-spoken archivist on Coruscant. With the funny, glamorous translator aide on that mission to Malastare. Glittering, confident women in bars during nights off, and shy, sweet women on remote farming worlds. He’s not unaware of the presence he carries, and he’s had enough women stroking their own lips while looking at him to know what it means. In the same moment that the realisation swells with joy in his chest, it breaks his fucking heart.

Rex has never allowed himself to want anything too deeply. Some of his brothers relish in their shore leave; glutting themselves on civilian food, drinking and dancing until they’re nearly too exhausted to stumble back to the barracks. He can’t begrudge them this. Not when any night could be their last. He’s never shared in these activities with quite the same level of enthusiasm though, finding it foolish, close to dangerous to want something that he couldn’t have. Every fresh-cooked cantina meal only made the ration packs the next morning taste that much blander by comparison.

So instead he’d managed to almost completely convince himself that everything he wanted, he already had. To serve the Republic with dignity and pride. To protect the people who couldn’t protect themselves. To be a brave, strong leader. A good brother. A good soldier.

But looking at you as you nervously readjust the wide sleeves of your robes, your eyelashes flicking sideways as you glance at the tally marks on his thighplate, he realises how very wrong he was. There was never any danger in food or spirits, cards or dancing. The danger was here all along, right where he’d stumble blindly into it. And now that he’s faced with the one thing so far removed from the realm of possibility as to be almost physically painful, he’s never wanted anything so badly in his entire life.

[translations-by-aiimee]

The Husky and His White Cat Shizun - Chapter 16

Original Title:  二哈和他的白猫师尊

Genres: Drama, Romance, Tragedy, Xianxia, Yaoi

This translation is based on multiple MTLs and my own limited knowledge of Chinese characters. If I have made any egregious mistakes, please let me know.

Chapter Index

Chapter 16 - This Venerable One is Stunned

This really couldn't be blamed on the beast-like Mo Ran. Anyone in such a claustrophobic space, trapped with someone he'd slept with countless times - regardless of whether the sex meant anything, whether it was out of revenge or out of love - smelling the familiar smell on the other person, he could never help the lurching feeling in his heart.

Besides, Mo Ran himself was a bastard.

Shi Mei was his white moonlight. He absolutely couldn't bear to touch it, and he doesn't want to destroy it.

He patronized Chu Wanning and only Chu Wanning. All of his darkness, bestial-lust, and bone-crushing rage could be vented with no fear of repercussion.

He crushed him, tore him up underneath him, forcing him to take part in all the tricks he would never try with Shi Mei.

In his previous life, every time he saw Chu Waning tilting his neck and moving his throat, he felt he was about to degenerate into a vicious beast that only knew how to drink blood. He wanted to bite the man's throat open, grind his teeth, suck out his blood, chew through his flesh and bones.

He didn't care about Chu Wanning. He could defile him as much as he wanted.

At the end of it all, his body had developed a habit. Every time he smelled the scent of Chu Wanning's body, his stomach would feel like it's on fire, his heart would itch, and he wanted to tie him down to a bed and fuck him senseless.

There was a moment of silence in the coffin and Mo Ran's racing heart could be heard.

He knows that Chu Wanning's face was very close. He could feel the other's breathing. If he bit it right now, Chu Wanning wouldn't be able to break free, but. . .

Better to forget it.

Mo Ran leaned back and distanced himself from Chu Wanning. It wasn't really easy considering there wasn't really much room in the coffin.

"I'm sorry, Shizun." Mo Ran snorted and pretended to be meek. "I didn't expect the coffin to - shake!"

As soon as he spoke, the coffin slanted again. Mo Ran rolled into Chu Wanning's arms again with a grunt.

Chu Wanning: ". . ."

Mo Ran retreated again, the coffin shook again, and the cycle continued several more times.

"Un-fucking-believable." Mo Ran leaned back again.

The golden boy and girl were probably walking on a slope, and the inside of the coffin wall was slippery. He didn't hold on for too long, Mo Ran helplessly rolled on top of Chu Wanning.

"Shizun. . ." He bit his lip, feeling aggravated.

This guy originally looked kind of cute as a young man. If he deliberately hid his wolf tail and act like a puppy, he could actually pretend to be similar.

Chu Wanning didn't say a word.

Mo Ran really didn't want to roll around again, so he simply gave up the struggle: "I didn't mean to."

Chu Wanning: ". . ."

Mo Ran whispered: "But the wound on my back still hurts so much. . ."

In the darkness, Chu Wanning seemed to sigh gently. The gongs and drums outside were a bit noisy and Mo Ran wasn't sure whether he had really heard it.

But the next moment, Mo Ran smelled a clearer fragrance of begonia flowers, and Chu Wanning's hand wrapped behind his back, blocking the gap that he might have crashed into.

However, it wasn't a hug. Chu Wanning's arms were empty, deliberately avoiding physical contact with Mo Ran. Only the clothes and Mo Ran were touching each other, but this posture was still somewhat intimate.

"Be careful, don't hit it again." The voice was heavy, like porcelain soaked in a stream, with a kind of ancient demure. If he listened to it without hatred in mind, it was actually very nice.

". . . Alright."

Suddenly no one spoke anymore.

At this point, Mo Ran was still a young teenager who wasn't as tall as an adult, so he leaned in Chu Wanning's arms, his forehead fitting underneath Chu Wanning's chin.

This feeling was both familiar and unfamiliar.

What was familiar was the person lying next to him.

What was unfamiliar was the position they were in.

Once upon a time, the past events all transpired in Wushan Hall where he was lying on Life-Death Peak. The Immortal Emperor, who had become a lonely man, held Chu Waning in his arms for dear life in the long, breathless darkness.

At that time, he was already higher than Chu Wanning, and his strength was greater than that of his shizun's. His arms were like iron bars of a cage, locking the little remaining warmth in his arms, like holding the last fire burning in the world.

He bowed his head and kissed Chu Wanning's long black hair, and then greedily attached himself to his face, burying deep into the neck of the other, biting and nibbling without pity.

"I hate you, Chu Wanning. I hate you so much."

There was some hoarseness in his voice.

"But you're all I have left."

A violent smash shattered Mo Ran's memories. The sound of gongs and drums suddenly stopped, and there was dead silence surrounding them.

"Shizun. . ."

Chu Wanning stretched out his hand. He touched his lips, and said solemnly: "Don't talk, we're here."

Sure enough, there was no sound of footsteps outside, and there was only dead silence.

Chu Wanning's fingertips ignited in a cluster of pale golden flames and stroked the wall of the coffin to make a narrow opening, just large enough for two people to see through.

Sure enough, they were carried to the outskirts of Caidie Town. The earth temple dedicated to the Master of Ceremonies Ghost was already densely packed with coffins. The fragrance of the butterfly powder in the air became even denser, floating into the coffin through the wood.

Mo Ran suddenly felt something was wrong: "Shizun, do you think that the scent here, as well as the scent in the illusion, seems to be a bit different from the smell in Young Master Chen's coffin?"

". . . What do you mean?"

Mo Ran was more sensitive to the smell. He said: "When we were on the north mountain, the moment the coffin opened, the smell that floated out was very good. Considering it was the butterfly fragrance incense, there was nothing to make me dislike it. But since entering the illusion, I always felt that the smell was similar, but there were some subtle differences. I couldn't figure out what was different, but now. . . I think I probably know."

Chu Wanning looked at him sideways: "You don't like the smell?"

Mo Ran stuck against the gap, still staring outside, and then said: "Yeah. I haven't liked the smell of incense since I was a child. The smell here, and in the illusion, isn't the hundred butterfly fragrance poweder at all, but a special high fragrance used by the people of Caidie Town to burn when worshiping the Master of Ceremonies Ghost. Look there—"

Chu Wanning followed his line of sight and looked at the clay incense burner in front of the earth temple. Sure enough, three arm-thick vertical incense sticks were burning, and they were passing a sweet smell into the wind.

The people in Caidie Town were good at making all kinds of powders from various flowers, so all the fragrances that are used to pray to the gods were made in their own town, and they don't buy them from other places. Since the flowers used are all planted in the outskirts of the town, the smell that turned out wasn't that different from something made by an amateur.

Chu Wanning pondered: "Could it be that the fragrance in the coffin of Young Master Chen had nothing to do with the smell in the illusionary realm?"

Before he could ponder the details of this new discovery, a dazzling red light from the earth temple interrupted his thoughts. The two people hiding in the coffin looked together and saw that the temple was shining brightly, reflecting its brilliant surroundings. There was a row of iron shelves on the side of the temple with red lotus lanterns for making wishes. Those lotus lanterns had originally been extinguished, but now they were all being lit up, one by one.

The boys and girls guarding all the coffins knelt down one after another, chanting: "The Master of Ceremonies has come down to earth to guide us wild ghosts and lonely souls to be free from eternal suffering, to meet a good man, to lie in the same coffin, and to be companions in the Underworld."

Through the sound of chanting, the Master of Ceremonies Ghost in the temple radiated golden immortal light. Then, she lowered her eyelids, slowly moved the corners of her mouth, and leapt off the offering platform.

Her movements were quite elegant and graceful, her appearance a million times more elegant

It's a pity that the body was made of mud and she was too heavy. The girl's house, with a bang, was smashed into a big hole in the ground.

Mo Ran: "Pfft."

Chu Wanning: ". . ."

The Master of Ceremonies Ghost also seemed dissatisfied with the placement of her feet. She stared at the big pit in the ground for a while before pacing out of the pit and straightening her clothes.

She looked like a woman wearing heavy makeup, dressed in red and green, quite cheerful. In the dark night, it turned its neck and came to the hundred people buried in coffins. The night breeze was full of the stench of corpses. She seemed to be in a better mood. She slowly opened her arms and let out a few giggles.

"If you believe in me and make offerings to me, you will be able to meet a good destiny and complete the lifelong event that you weren't able to complete during your life." The tender voice drifted in the night, and the ghosts kowtowed in excitement.

"Blessings of the Master of Ceremonies--"

"Please let the Master of Ceremonies bless this marriage--"

The pleadings were coming from all around her and the Master of Ceremonies seemed to be enjoying herself. She slowly moved among the rows of coffins, and her long nails scraped against the bright red vermilion lacquered coffin boards, making a sharp and ear-piercing sound.

Mo Ran was curious: "Shizun, I remember you said that demons, immortals, ghosts, gods, humans and the devil belong to the six realms, but this immortal doesn't like in heaven. How come she's with these ghosts in the underground instead?"

"Because it cares about ghost marriages, and her main food source is the offerings of the ghosts." Chu Wanning said. "Ghosts can greatly increase her power, otherwise she wouldn't be able to cultivate her immortal body in only a hundred years. With such benefits, she's happy to stay with her 'friends' in the underworld."

The Master of Ceremonies Ghost walked around the group of coffins and returned to the front. The empty and tender voice rang again: "Open a coffin and I'll bless the marriage. Starting from the left."

Following its order, the first coffin on the left slowly opened, and the golden boy and girl were greeted by the two corpses inside staggeringly crawled out, and the gorgeous flaming red dress made the face of the dead look pale and lifeless.

The married couple slowly approached the Master of Ceremonies Ghost and knelt down.

The Master of Ceremonies Ghost put her hand between them and said: "In the name of the master of ceremonies, I grant you this marriage after death. From now on, you will be husband and wife, man and woman together in joy."

Mo Ran rolled his eyes and muttered: "If you can't write a poem, don't do it. It should be a good marriage vow, so why does it sound so lewd?"

Chu Wanning said coldly: "You have a dirty mind."

Mo Ran shut up.

But it didn't take long for the Master of Ceremonies Ghost to personally prove that it wasn't Mo Ran who was dirty-minded, but the god in charge of the marriage who was the lewd one.

He saw that the married corpses seemed to have swallowed some kind of aphrodisiac. They were already two dead ghosts, but suddenly they began to tear each other’s clothes, feverishly kissing and embracing each other passionately. They were entangled so shamelessly in public.

Chu Wanning: ". . ."

Mo Ran: ". . ."

"In the name of the Master of Ceremonies, I give you the joys of heaven. If Yin and Yang can intermingle, what's the harm with life and death!"

The cry of the Master of Ceremonies Ghost became more shrill and much louder.

The movements of the two corpses became more and more exaggerated. After removing the clothes, the male corpse was actually full of passion, full of energy, and no different from a living person.

Mo Ran was stunned: ". . . Is this. . . fucking. . . okay???"

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[sailorhyunjinz]

~ Heated ~

Warnings: Hybrid!au, bunny!fem!reader x wolf!dom!Bangchan x kitty!dom!Minho, threesome, consensual sex (YALL BE SAFE), penetrative sex (AGAIN, BE SAFE), reader goes into heat idfk?, jealousy (like a lot), nicknames (bunny, slut), sliiight dacryphilia, blowjobs, fingering, cum eating, creampie. 

Word Count: 2,556 words (YO CHILL)

Requested: YE thank u anon *tips fedora* 

Note: YALL this is the first time ive EVER written something like this and tbh i didn’t even know wtf hybrids did so i did my research lmao and if this sounds hella uneducated it’s because i am.... i studied biology in school but... not this ����

Also I CANT FIND ANY GOOD GIFS OF THEM TOGETHER

A bunny, a wolf and a cat in the same space was anything but calm. You knew because that’s how you lived. 

“Y/n! We’re leaving” exclaimed Bangchan from the hallway. They had some sort of meeting to attend which they told you about at dinner yesterday. You ran to the hallway in order to say farewell to your two loving boyfriends, that small tail of yours wiggling in the air. 

Being much smaller than they were you jumped a tiny bit to reach their lips, kissing them goodbye. 

“Be safe!” you yelled out the door as you saw their figures disappear.

“We will!” they yelled back in unison before the three of you giggled. 

You were hit by the cold breeze from outside as you closed the heavy front door. Already missing them you sat down on the grey couch, throwing a blanket over yourself and putting on some TV show. 

Hours later you heard a distinct chatter getting closer. It was Bangchan and Minho! The door handle of the front door rustled and your ears jerked to the location from where the sound was coming from. The two boys walked into the shared apartment giggling and chatting but something wasn’t right. Your scent never deceived you and in that moment you could have sweared that the smell of another female hybrid was lurking around them. You walked up to them and hugged both the boys, not wanting to make a scene just as they entered. Minho patted you on the head and ears and as you stood closer to the duo there was no doubt in your mind that they had been around another female in her heat since the pheromones change during that time. 

“Had fun?” you asked them while they took of their shoes. 

“It was alright” Minho said plainly. You were confused by the lack of emotions on his face. He walked straight by you, tail just as emotionless as his face. Bangchan pecked your forehead as your eyes were still glued to Minhos figure. 

“What’s with him?” you asked the bigger boy.

“I..I don’t know y/n”. His voice sounded unsure and that only added to your suspicion. The smell of a female hybrid was still hitting your nose and so without thinking you blurted out to Bangchan;

“Were you near other girls?”

He was caught off guard by your brash question. His shaking pupils and flattened ears gave you an answer which made your blood boil.

“I can smell it on you Bangchan, don’t lie” you said with a stern voice while you looked up intensely at the boy. 

He was frozen in place and couldn’t form a sentence before you slammed him towards the wall. Maybe slammed is a overexaggeration, more like pushed because he was double your size.  

“Ok y/n! We might have...hugged a female and then realized she was going through her heat but we didn’t mean it!” he blurted out, scared of the fact that your ears were now tight against your head. 

Now you understood why Minho had run off in such a hurry. When another female was in her heat it could trigger other hybrids as well and you felt the effects right away. Not only were you aggravated but helplessly rubbing your thighs together. 

You stepped aside letting Bangchan go to which he did the same thing as Minho and hurried out of your sight. You stood there dumbfounded and horny. They had caused a problem and now they were going to have to fix it. Stomping, you made your way to the room from where you heard anxious chatter which was the bedroom. 

“BANGCHAN AND MINHO!” you flung the bedroom door open and the chatter died down. You were met with two pairs of freightened eyes staring at you from the bedroom floor. 

“Uhm...y-y/n... are you sure that you aren’t going through your heat right now?” Minho said hesitantly not wanting to annoy you even more. 

You bolted to the cat-like boy and with a handful of this t-shirt you threw him against the wall, nearly knocking down a picture frame. Yet again, ‘threw’ being an overexaggeration but what wasn’t an overexaggeration was your temper. 

Minho’s breath hitched as his back hit the wall Bangchan was still glued to the floor, not moving in fear of pissing you off even more. You looked Minho dead into the eyes but you were immedietly flustered as he smirked, responding to your eye contact with his slightly yellow cat eyes. The smirk turned into a insulting laughter as he licked his lips. His shadow was cast on you which made you appear small in comparison. The catboy approached you slowly, his fluffy tail standing up and wagging from side to side. Your ears got low as you backed away from him, still looking into his yellow marbled eyes. Bangchan’s gaze moved along your movements and stopped when you were blocked by the bed and couldn’t move away any longer. You sat down on the bed making you even smaller as Minho towered over you. His soft tail brushed against your arm sending a shiver down your spine. His ears twitched once before he bent down, feeling his warm breath against your cheek as he looked you into those innocent bunny eyes.

“Good bunnies don’t act like that, isn’t that right Bangchan?” 

Your eyes shifted towards the wolf-like boy that had now stood up and was getting closer to you. You clenched your thighs together as you felt bare under Minhos intense gaze.

“Look at our little bunny, feeling desperate?” Bangchan cooed as he spread your legs with his foot, leaning towards you just like Minho. 

“It’s n-not fair!” you proclaimed, leaning back on your hands against the bed and gripping the bedsheets, squeezing the fabric tightly.

“What’s not fair? It’s not our fault our little bunny is such a slut and heats so easily” he purred towards you. He wasn’t wrong.

Bangchan sat down beside you, feeling the weight of the bed shift. He snaked his big hands up your thigh eventually reaching your sopping cunt. You grinded against his hand and tried to gain some sort of friction between his warm hand and your clothed pussy. Minho grinned before he crashed his lips onto yours and once again his smugness shoked you. The kiss was wet and sloppy in contrast to his teeth that were sharp. You moaned in the kiss as Bangchan had slipped his hand underneath your panties and was now feeling your wet folds.

“We’ve barely done anything bunny” he growled against your ear as his canines poked out of his mouth. You shuddered, not only from Bangchans voice but how his two digits entered into your aching cunt at the same time Minho was swirling his tongue around yours. 

Bangchan took off his clothes and then yours while the kiss advanced. Minho tilted his head and cupped your face into his hands as he rubbed his thumbs across your cheeks. You broke the kiss to catch a breath of air but before you knew it Bangchan layed you down on the bed, hovering above your naked figure. In the corner of your eye you saw Minho slowly undressing, his hardening member springing out of his underwear. 

Bangchan attached his plump lips on yours that were slightly swollen from the intense kiss earlier. His hands roamed free on your body and kneaded your breasts firmly. The small whimpers that came out of your mouth only teased Bangchan more, now sucking purple marks onto your neck and boobs. Eventually he reached down to your throbbing cunt, kissing it a couple times before flattening his tongue against your folds. Moaning, you grabbed a fistful of his thick hair, pressing his face nearer. His tongue worked like magic as it twirled around your enlarged clit, feeling his sharp teeth from time to time when he softly nibbled on it. His tongue jabbed at you needy hole, making wet sounds everytime he did that. The pleasure was immense which was seen by the way your legs shaked. Bangchan saw the pained expression on your face as you were struggeling to part your legs and decided to give you a helping hand by pinning you things down to the bed, slowly tracing his fingers up and down them. Just as you arched your back Minho appeared and tapped Bangchan on the shoulder as a sign to move away. Bangchan nodded and sat further down the bed, pumping his raging erection as his eyes watched how Minho’s face got closer to yours. Those vertical slits in Minho’s eyes never failed to make you scared. His soft fingertips traced downwards as he stared at you and as his fingers reached your cunt that was sucked dry moments earlier he inserted two fingers without any precautions making your ears lurch up. 

Your brows furrowed as you looked at him with a pleasurable expression on your face but he just smirked that teasing smirk yet again. His fingers pumped in and out of you at the same pace that Bangchan was pumping himself. His tip was coated with a drop of precum and his girth made your mouth water. When Minho’s fingers started reaching your g-spot you tightly shut your eyes as moans spilled out of you like liquid. He kissed you on your forehead before pulling out his fingers, leaving you empty. You groaned at the loss of contact but was quickly filled up again when Bangchan alined his member with your hole before sliding into you with ease. His tail brushed again your leg as he started pounding into you, not giving you any time to adjust. Minho couldn’t just sit there and jerk off, he needed to get into the action as well and so he yanked you by the hair, almost gripping your ears and rested his dick on your swollen lips. You looked up towards his cat-like face and hesitated because Bangchans was already sending you into overdrive. Minho saw the hesitation in your eyes before scoffing and saying;

“you wanted this slut” 

He was right. You mouth was longing for his length. All hesitation washed away as you started sucking him off. First licking the tip before sinking down on his shaft, feeling him twitch inside your wet mouth. You were trying your best, bobbing your head up and down with speed but as Bangchan thursted into you harder and harder you couldn’t help but to occasionally let out a broken moan against Minho’s hard dick. This pissed him off. He pulled your hair, moving your face closer to abdomen as you choked on his dick.

“Suck it properly” he hummed before letting you go harshly. You coughed and moaned at the same time, all kind of sounds dribbling between your red lips. 

Bangchan was close and you knew by the way his thrusts were getting more aggressive but just as a scream of pleasure was on it’s way out of you he pulled out. White ropes of cum covered your stomach and hipbone as Bangchan milked himself out of every drop, groaning and biting his lip while doing so. Minho pulled you up by your arm and harsly flipped you around on all fours. Now it was his time to have fun. His rock hard member entered your fuck out hole making you grip the sheets firmly, knuckles turning white. Even if he was smaller than Bangchan his dick sure wasn’t as it filled you up to the brim, the sensation of being stuffed coaxing a few whines from you. Minho held you by your hips and thrusted into you at an animalistic speed, the sound of skin slapping against each other filling the room. Your moans sharpened Bangchan’s ears and before he knew it his limp dick was hard yet again. Your head hanged down as you tightly shut your eyes, trying not to scream whilst gripping the sheets but you felt Bangchan’s hand cup your chin, lifting it up to face him. Looking up you saw his broad figure, his member right infront of your face. The look in his eyes was endearing, being a wolf hybrid he is often misinterpreted for being evil but you knew the love he had for both you and Minho. He stroked your cheek with the back of his hand before sliding two fingers across your lips. Without command you started sucking on them, earning a smirk from the wolf-like boy. Upon removing them a loud pop was heard and he instead replace them with his dick. Minho’s thrusts made you jerk forward, Bangchan’s dick hitting the back of your throat and accidentally choking you. Tears burned in the corners of your eyes but you kept looking at Bangchan through those tear stained eyes because his eyes were filled with love, reassuring you. The difference in pace and attitude almost broke you. Minho’s dick twitched inside of your cunt, his member fitting perfectly between your velvety walls while Bangchan was taking his time, gently moaning and looking at you, stroking your ears backwards as he admired how pretty you looked with his dick stuffed in your mouth with drool spilling from the corners of those petal-like lips. 

Minho was going even faster, your boobs bounced with his movements and made you choke even more on Bangchan’s dick. He glared at Minho with narrowed eyes, angry that he made you uncomfortable and such a mess beneath him.  Minho being the smug cat that he is didn’t care. He wanted to see you even more wrecked and so his last couple of thrusts were hard, pounding into you almost like a piston. Minho was getting more vocal, letting out groans and breathy moans. As you looked at Bangchan with a fucked out expression with his dick in your mouth Minho came inside of you. The white liquid coated your insides and make a squelching sound as Minho rode out his orgasm with small nudges into your pussy. Minho’s length was pulled out of you, his cum leaking in drops down your thighs. Bangchan’s head rolled back as his girthy dick twitched in your mouth once before his cum spewed down your throat. His canines poked out once again signaling pleasure as he patted you on the head. With a loving expression you looked him straight in those narrow eyes and swallowed, your adams apple bobbing from the action. He smiled down at you and pulled you up for a kiss as Minho’s cum was still dripping down your leg.

Bangchan pulled away from the kiss and layed down on the bed panting. Minho stepped inside the bedroom with a towel in his hand which he threw at you. 

“You did well” he said shallowly before he muttered something under his breath. “Didn’t deserve it”.

Bangchan frowned towards the boy. “y/n always deserves it, shes our bunny after all” he said while wiping you down as you giggled when the touched your sensitive parts.

“Yeah but if you try to dominate me once more you won’t be able to walk” Minho said as he layed down onto the bed, pulling you closer to his slightly sweaty body. 

“I-.. I won’t” you murmured but the three of you knew it was a lie. 

[vocalyunho]

fire within.

pairing — San x reader (f).

genre — fluff, smut (first time).

word count — 3k

warnings & tags — established relationship, reader is a virgin, San isn’t, a lot of making out, some parts are hella cheesy (sorry), San has a vertical labret piercing and a habit of holding reader’s neck while kissing, grinding, San gets hard just by kissing uwu, handjob (not really), spanking (?), sub! reader, soft dom! San, brief mention of blood, explicit protected sex (positions: missionary & face off), you have every right to criticise me for failing to put an actual plot in this, i deserve it.

synopsis — y/n had never imagined she’d lose her virginity on a snowy night, right next to the fireplace.

The snow had covered the city like a white silky veil. It was freezing cold, the degrees certainly being under zero and the streets were all empty. In contrast to the real temperature, seeing such view made y/n feel so warm inside...or maybe it was the fireplace that burnt for a couple hours now, that made her feel this warmth. 

It was the first time, since the moment she rented this apartment, that she actually felt good for it being on such a high floor. The view of the snow-covered city looked like a picture taken by a talented photographer and not by her own two eyes. 

San was outstretched on the bed next to the big window, limbs covering more than half of the double mattress, and his head was tilted to the side to look at the darkness outside that got dissipated by thick snowflakes that had started falling again. 

San and y/n don’t live together but he got snowbound in her apartment since last night when the heavy snow-falling started. Everything has been immobile since then, no one can ride their cars and the public transportation has stopped too, that’s why San didn’t leave but, to be honest, he didn’t complain and neither did y/n.

The oversized hoodie he was wearing covered his body till his thighs, hiding the black boxers and making him look more comfortable than ever. y/n was lying on her stomach next to him, her head was resting on his outstretched arm, and she was looking outside just like he did. 

Suddenly, she propped herself on her elbows to take a look at the street, and when San felt the movement beside him, he turned to face her. She stretched her neck and squinted her eyes.

“what is it?”, San asked.

“someone’s walking down there”, she stated and he only let out a snort at her comment.

“and what if they do?”

“they’re gonna catch a cold if they stay outside for long”

She stated, as if it was a fact, and San let out a louder laugh this time, finding both funny and heart-warming how much y/n worried about a random stranger’s health. He stayed looking at her as she stared at the person who was probably just taking a healing walk on the snow, until a gentle hand got wrapped around her neck. He moved it upwards, on her jaw, and ran his index finger across her lower lip “some people like the snow, you know”.

“says you...who begged me to light the fireplace so you can stay in your underwear”, she rolled her eyes. 

San gasped, acting offended by the talk back, and y/n snickered. He held himself up on his elbows, meeting her face.

“come on, i’m waiting for a good one”

She commented cheekily but as much as San tried to think of a good comeback, the sight of her mocking smile got the best of him. The metal bar on his lower lip got between his teeth in an attempt to hold back any urges he had to kiss her... but the corners of his mouth curled up when she cocked a brow at him and a second later, his lips were on hers. y/n was more than glad he couldn’t think of anything good to talk back with because she really needed this softness against her.

She kissed him back gently and if it wasn’t for her trying to part, San wouldn’t have placed his hand around her throat again. She couldn’t lie, she lost her mind every time he did that and that’s exactly what happened now too. He kept her in place before lying down and bringing her with him. y/n simply held herself up on her elbows before bringing one hand up to the pink hair and tangling it in between the locks. They kissed slowly, San’s hand remaining around her throat and occasionally moving her head the way he wanted, and when he slightly added pressure on his hold, her eyes fluttered the most pleasurable way possible.

“so?”, y/n finally broke the kiss. San let go of her and ran a hand through his hair, sliding back the hot pink locks on his forehead, before speaking up.

“i’m kinda slow, i need more time to think”

“...right”

“if you kiss me again, I might think of something”, he said, his expression taking a skeptical turn and making a dimple appear on his cheek.

“your flirting skills are so bad, how did i even fall for you?”, y/n tsk-ed.

“you actually fell for my piercing, not me”

“you...did not lie”

“that’s why i’m putting it to good use”

San puckered up his lips, displaying the -so attractive- piercing and y/n only meant to peck it but, a moment later, she was found on top of him with a single push on her side. She didn’t hesitate to straddle his waist comfortably and once he deepened the kiss, the cute make out took a completely different turn.

His arms traveled southern until he groped her ass and squeezed it nonchalantly. As much as this surprised her, double the amount she liked it because he’s never touched her like that. San kneaded the soft flesh, occasionally pulling it so much that it stung, but she didn���t mind it, she actually liked that more. 

Her tongue dominated his and the more she guided him, the more bothered San was getting until she felt it. 

“are you hard just by kissing?”, she asked not, actually, breaking the kiss.

“yeah”

“that’s cute” 

Since she, now, was aware of it, San didn’t hesitate to guide her hips against his crotch. He grinded her on him and y/n could feel nothing but his hard on even above the warm hoodie.

Her hands moved downwards and to the hem of the oversized clothing San was wearing and with slow hands she gripped it, subconsciously using it as support, and started grinding her crotch against his without San’s help. 

He moaned against her lips and y/n decided, at that moment, that his moans were turning her on more than any other sound he’s ever made while making out.

As if he wanted her to know that he liked where this was going, San slipped his hands under the shorts she had on and squeezed her now bare ass in his hands, definitely leaving his nail marks on it. She let her first moan out at that, only for San to let a low ‘fuck’ fan her lips. Her mouth found his neck and as San played with the soft flesh, she left wet kisses on him, occasionally biting down when she needed to hold back a moan. 

At some point, San’s left hand pushed her hips up making them both lose the friction they had created. y/n whined but didn’t separate from his neck. He pushed his hoodie up, till his belly button, and the boxers down, enough to let his hard on out and with a slow hand he grabbed it. With her knees pushing on the mattress, y/n held herself above his body. San pumped himself for a moment before pressing two fingers against her clothed core, making her widen her eyes and bring her head up to face him. 

She hadn’t noticed what was going on down there, until his fingers left the sensitive area between her legs and went to his dick. That’s when she glanced between their bodies, only to see San’s hand wrapped around his length, moving up and down gently. 

She had never seen his lower half naked before, let alone his dick being hard. Her lips fell agape and she raised her body to get a better view. She thought it twice before deciding to reach for it and San took his own hand away. He couldn’t believe the effect a single touch had on him, it felt like he needed instant release when he felt her hand on his tip. 

It was rather cute seeing her experimenting with her touches, finding out how an erection feels like. She wrapped her hand around the upper part and it was more than obvious how small it looked around him. She squeezed it a little and San’s breath got caught in his throat. 

“San-”, she caressed the soft skin on the tip “i have some condoms on the nightstand”, she said and moved to sit between his legs.

San didn’t expect to hear that but he definitely loved the way it sounded.

“want me to make you feel good, baby?”

y/n nodded and he sat up. He took her cheeks in his hands and pecked her before switching their positions, making her lay down on her back.

As soon as she was against the warm mattress, the eagerness took over her and so she reached for the shorts and slid them off along with her underwear, fast. She tagged on San’s hoodie, making him take it off and, now, the only remaining piece of clothing between their bodies was her sweater which was taken off too with a single nod from San.

Being bare under him was new but not that uncomfortable. Maybe the reason why she didn’t feel bad was because he glanced on her nude form and licked his lips or because he remained hard. Deep down though, she knew she didn’t feel uncomfortable because she was sure about him.

He licked two fingers and as if y/n knew, she pushed her legs open displaying where she needed San to make her feel good. 

“i didn’t think you’d be so straightforward on your first time baby but i’m loving it”

He pressed the digits on her clit and her knees, immediately, trembled but he kept dragging them down, over her folds until he stopped on the most glistening area. 

“you’re so wet”

...and the moment he said that, y/n momentarily pictured him slipping in and out of her with zero effort. She sighed and closed her eyes all the while her legs trapped San’s hand between them. 

He pushed them open fast and placed his right knee on one of them, to keep it from closing.

“don’t do that again”, a slap landed on her clit. y/n gasped, the feeling was so new and so overwhelming already...if that felt so good, how was she supposed to act once he was inside her? 

“oh-ohmygod”

Her fingers found her breast and started playing with her nipple, making the stimulation even sweeter and San...he wanted to push her hand away but the scene brought him thoughts he had never had before...the idea of her moaning for him, the idea of her feeling good because of him and, especially, the brief thought of her touching herself to the thought of him, like he had before, got him insane.

“I need you, San-”, she suddenly whined, breaking his train of thought.

“gotta make sure you’re ready, baby”

“i am...pplease”

His next ministration got her eyes rolling back and they hadn’t even done anything proper yet. San held her legs down and brought his face against her core. He gave a quick suck on her clit, humming as he did so, and left her bothered to get the so needed condom.

The cold metal against her pussy had her in shambles. Her body had given up already and when San was back between her legs, the sudden realisation that she was about to lose her virginity hit her like a truck. She was so worked up though and so in need to have him, that her mind was only filled with nothing but the upcoming pleasure.

His body was above her when he positioned himself on her entrance and y/n stuck her knees on the mattress as much as possible when she felt him dragging his tip along the folds. She sighed once again and tried to relax her muscles and San was met with a squeal when he pushed his tip in. 

y/n panicked. The pain was more than what she had expected and the feeling way too uncomfortable but San held her down. 

“it’s okay”, he whispered and kept pushing ever so slowly. Her walls were way too tight around him, it almost felt like she sucked him in but held his sounds back just for now.

“h-hurts”

“only for a bit”

He glanced down when he was halfway in and withdrew even slower, momentarily noticing a minimum amount of blood around his condom. 

“we just broke your hymen, angel”, he looked at her.

y/n’s eyes were on his but it felt like she didn’t hear a word. Thus, San pushed in and pulled out again and again and again just as slow as the first time and it must had been the fifth or sixth thrust when she, finally, moaned.

“that’s right baby, it feels good now right?”

“San-”

He kept being careful, thrusting only halfway in until her arms went around his neck and on his hair. She kept him close and wiggled her hips once he was inside her and San hissed.

“you got confident so fast?”, he groaned and y/n pouted.

“more”

“more?”

He felt his body relaxing, now that she seemed to enjoy it “are you sure?”

“i want all of you”

He granted her wish with a single thrust and he loved her reaction more than he’s ever loved anything. Agape lips, raised brows, hands pulling on his locks, that’s what he needed to let himself free. He thrusted faster and y/n lost her mind. 

“San!”

She sucked him in like she needed him the most. She felt him in places foreign to her and she couldn’t control her sounds anymore, even if she tried.

The snow was falling in bigger snowflakes now but they hadn’t noticed, and the degrees outside decreased even more, contrasting the hotness of the inside of the apartment which had reached a different extent. 

y/n was wetter than before and the momentary fantasy she had a while ago, was slowly coming into life. San was snapping his hips against hers with little, if not zero, effort and the sounds her pussy produced got her flustered. The ardor she felt, though, for more didn’t give her the time to feel embarrassed. 

“ohmygodd-”, she writhed spreading her legs without much thought now “harder”.

Her nails pulled his hair violently when he snapped his hips faster and as if it wasn’t even her first time having a dick inside her, she took it well. 

Suddenly, San wrapped his arms around her waist and brought her on his lap as he sat on his heels on the bed. 

She went dizzy but when she felt what was happening her needy cries were back, louder and more pathetic. San bounced her on his dick. She held on him for dear life, he groaned against her lips non-stop both from the pleasure and the effort and his hold on her back was too tight but she couldn’t notice as her mind was everywhere but her head... and as their breaths resounded in the small apartment and the fire kept burning on the fireside, the two fucked for the first time as if it wasn’t the first time. 

If someone was to walk into this exact apartment, the first thing they’d see once inside is a young couple making love with the whole dark, yet white-covered, city as their background. The lights on, almost, all apartments on the neighboring buildings were on...their owners doing all sorts of things, from watching tv to working on their laptops, as the weather outside their cozy homes was getting colder and colder. The owner of this one just lost her virginity to the person she wanted the most and she did it on her favourite weather just next to the warmth of the fireplace.

y/n captured San’s lips in a messy kiss, spit and moans being its main contents. She took his piercing between her teeth but he didn’t let her stay to that. A moan filled her mouth before his lips got the best of hers, the metallic sound of the labret hitting their teeth was loud but so was the slapping of her ass against his thighs. Her insides felt like exploding from the way she was repeatedly getting penetrated and San felt almost the same, the only difference being that he felt like exploding from the pressure she offered him.

She suddenly felt an immense amount of pleasure building up and taking over her entire upper body “g-god yesyesyes”, she cried in every bounce.

“-gonna cum, baby”

San mumbled breathless but y/n was too lost in the overwhelming senses of her first orgasm to even respond to him. She stilled, cries getting the best of her, and as he thrusted a couple more times, her silky release covered the entirety of his condom. 

San’s quick spurts got stopped by the thin silicon around him and, as he came, needy moans left him, moans that got mixed with low curses and his tired head resting on her shoulder. 

They breathed loudly, chests heaving and bodies sticking from the sweat. He felt so good inside her, almost as if he belonged there but after some moments, the feeling of her own silk staying inside her felt weird. 

However, y/n cupped San’s jaw and lifted his head from her shoulder. She took the time to observe the, now wet, hair and the drowsy eyes and she didn’t fail to feel his arms holding her back tighter, yet more lovingly now.

“I can assure you I didn’t fall just for your piercing”.

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