#i love drawing the gaze but i hate doing snake hair.

[tangled-wires-and-a-dead-heart]

Made my own different paths/ vessels! This is The Vampyr and The Gaze! Based on a vampire and Medusa/a gorgon respectively!

(the gaze petrifying you)

[clairewritesandrambles]

Scott needily grabbing your ass when he’s cums when you’re on top… 🫢 those hands 😩

Anon. ANON. Please, I am not strong enough for this today.

He doesn't let you get on top often. He prefers seeing you underneath him, either fucking you into the mattress from behind or watching your cock drunk face while you're a mess for him. So when he does? Oh, it's even hotter to him than usual.

Note: I wrote this with a plus-sized reader in mind, because my body is the exact reason why I actually hate being on top in my own sex-capades.

This spiraled. I started thinking this would be like 100-200 words. It's almost 1300. I hope it's good.

CW: Spanking (once), breeding, talking of body insecurity, Scott being sweet for once?, Claire talks too much

"That's it, baby. Nice and slow. I want to see you shaking from how bad you want my cock." Scott was reclined against his stack of pillows, one arm obnoxiously tucked behind his head while the other hand rubbed soft circles into your thigh.

"Scott... Please just fuck me." Your voice was soft, unable to hold his hungry gaze as he took in your form straddling his thick thighs. You felt too exposed, even with your hands resting on his chest allowing you to obscure some of his view of your body.

Shaking his head, he took the hand under his head and used it to caress your hip. "You're not getting out of this that easily. I wanna see you fall apart on my cock before I even think about having you under me." Seeing the uncertain look in your eyes, he threaded his fingers through yours as a soft, reassuring smile touched his lips. "You can do it, beautiful."

"Scott," you whined, "please." You shifted uncomfortably on him, thoughts running through your head a thousand miles a minute. Thoughts of your face from his point of view, the look of your body, and the feel of your weight on his hips and chest. Would he be turned off by it? Would it feel good for him? Not for the first time, you worried about Scott seeing the flaws you saw in yourself and realizing what he has gotten himself into.

You're jostled from your thoughts by Scott readjusting himself to sit up to your level, the concern on his face indicating he'd recognized the look of overthinking on your face. He always teased that he knew you better than you knew yourself and in moments like these you believed him.

"Talk to me. What's wrong?" He bumped his forehead against yours, giving you no option but to look into his eyes while his strong arms held you close.

"I just..." You trailed off, considering playing it cool before you saw him raise an unimpressed eyebrow, already a step ahead of you. "It feels good, right? I'm not too heavy or anything?"

A large hand snakes its way to cup your jaw, making you instinctively lean into his warmth. You always loved it when he used his hands on you, seeing them flex as he held and touched you, and the warmth they provided.

"You always feel amazing, baby. I could spend the rest of my life with you on top of me, letting me see that beautiful body of yours, and I'd feel completely at peace." He whispered these words like a sacred promise, his thumb dragging on your bottom lip as he softly angled his head even closer to yours. "I am so fucking in love with all of you."

Your entire body heated at his words, your hands grabbing at his face to join his mouth with yours. His tongue licked into your mouth, stealing your sighs as one hand slipped around your back while the other trailed down your jaw to land at your throat.

"Now," he said, breaking the kiss, "ride my cock like a good girl." He leaned back as his hands encircled your hips, his hair falling into his lust-filled eyes.

"Yes, sir," you mocked, leaning forward to brush his hair back into place as you pressed one last kiss to his lips. Your hips lifted on his cock before you sat back, drawing a heavenly moan from his lips, the sound mixing with his words and touch to spur confidence into you.

His grip was bruising as you rode him, profanities mixing with praises as you bounced on his cock. You knew you'd wake up with marks tomorrow, Scott's fingers brushing over them with a satisfied sigh as you two dressed for the day. 

"You feel so fucking good, baby." He breathed, thumb brushing over your clit. Your pussy clenched in response, a strangled sound escaping Scott's mouth as he threw his head back in pleasure. "Come on, beautiful. Come for me, I wanna feel you fucking leaking down my cock, you can do it."

You didn't even have time to react before your orgasm washed over you, making you cry out his name and clench around him. He shot up to a half-sitting position, catching you as you collapsed on his shoulder. "Fuck, good girl. You're so fucking good for me."

With his hand behind him providing more leverage, Scott started thrusting into you, fucking himself even deeper into you than he already was. All pretenses were dropped as he desperately chased after his orgasm, his other hand gripping your ass as he pulled you down to keep as much of him inside of you as he could.

"Jesus fucking Christ, you feel so fucking good. So fucking tight, I can't wait to fill you." He mouthed at your neck, your fingers grabbing onto the hairs at the base of his neck as he sucked a mark onto a sweet spot. Praises fell freely from his mouth now, his grip on your ass tightening before crescendoing into a firm smack. "Gonna fill you and get you fucking pregnant."

His words drew out a sound that didn't even sound human, making you clench around him once again as a second orgasm rocketed up to settle as a tight ball in your stomach. You could hear his smirk as he continued: "You want that? Want me to pump you full of cum until you can't take anymore? You'd take more though, if I told you because you're so fucking good for me." You weren't even in control of your own body at this point, hips desperately meeting his thrusts. "God, I'd fucking love to see your body while you're pregnant. Nice and full of me, wearing little loose dresses around the house so I can fill you over and over again. Fuck I'll keep you nice and bred every day."

His words rip a second orgasm from  you, your body spasming as you kiss him again, all teeth and tongue through the rush of passion. More filthy words continued to escape against your lips, Scott losing coherency in the throes of his building orgasm. He fully straightens up, both hands grasping your hips to push you down onto him as his cock twitched and filled you. Deep grunts filled the air as he continued minuscule thrusts, the aftershocks of his orgasms continuing to go through him. As he came down, he mouthed at your jaw, dropping down your neck and chest before finalizing with a soft kiss in the valley of your breasts.

Satisfied, he leaned back against the pillows, more strewed on the bed than before. You moved to lay beside him, causing a discontent sound to come from his throat as he pulled you back down onto his slowly softening cock. "It's not going to stick if you get up right away. Gotta make sure it works." He spoke like he couldn't believe you'd think of getting off.

"How stupid of me." You rolled your eyes, taking in how good he looked with a sheen of sweat glistening off his skin and curling his hair.

He smirked knowingly at you, seeing you take in his appearance. But his words didn’t match the arrogant expression, instead reflecting only the soft look in his eyes. "I love you."

"I love you, too. You're going soft, Miller." You taunted, reaching out once again to brush a hair off his face when he caught your wrist.

"Only for you," he conceded, pressing a soft kiss to your pulse point and pulling you to lay on his chest, wrapping his arms around you.

[itsabouttimex2]

I almost thought the Celestalchaos bot was platonical I'm so sorry I just got curious how that family would be with the user/reader 😅

(I actually made a Celestialchaos Dads bot!!)

Surrogate Son

“It’s good to have you here with me,” Xiangliu starts, tracing a scaled hand slowly down your cheek before withdrawing it. He rolls over to face Sun Wukong, then cups his face as your had been. Xiangliu’s snakes gently nuzzle your face in turn, their forked tongues licking at your skin. “And you,” the Nine-Headed Demon shakily breathes, his hands moving to roam up and down Wukong’s abdomen, only to be caught by the ginger simian when they drift too low. “My Saint of Chaos,” Xiangliu adulates, kissing at Wukong’s cheeks.

“Love you too, babe,” the Great Sage returns, stretching out slowly. The two spend a moment just gazing back and forth, a locked gaze of gold and orange.

As they spend that precious moment in adoration, you check your phone to see if there’s any new texts… and you find one, from MK.

“Is that- is that the kid?” Wukong asks, rolling over Xiangliu to flip beside you- for his part, the snake demon is unbothered by the sudden squashing, and only leans in to listen close. “Does he need something?”

Lifting the phone again, you read the text-

’Can I come over for my break?? Pigsy says I’m too tired to do any more deliveries today.’

“Looks like the kid wants permission to come over… but I’m guessing he’s already on his way, honestly.”

The boy could be impulsive to a fault, as you had learned well from your first interaction with him- still, he had become a very dear part of your life.

“That sounds like the boy,” Xiangliu agrees, giving a soft smile. He looks over at the simian, who simply groans in response, sitting up slowly.

“Should’ve told me he was coming over,” the Great Sage huffs, moving to swing his legs off the bed. “I’d have ordered us all something,” he starts, shifting nearly off the mattress- only to be immediately pulled back down by Xiangliu wrapping his arms around the ginger monkey’s hips and holding him close.

Ignoring the serpentine demon’s clinginess, you ask: “Oh? But I thought you didn’t like cooked food, hun- wouldn’t you rather forage?”

“I don’t like most cooked foods,” Wukong corrects, with Xiangliu nodding in agreement. The nine-headed demon moves a hand to run through the Great Sage’s messy ginger hair, still holding his waist with the other-

“Except for noodles,” the snake demon interjects, pressing his forehead into Wukong’s shoulder and nuzzling against the bare skin.

“Oh, that’s right! You order them from MK’s boss, right? Jajangmyeon, with extra pork and no zucchini?”

“Just the way I like ‘em,” Wukong grins, tilting his head up into Xiangliu’s motions. The snake demon begins to press small kisses into the monkey’s exposed neck as well, gently drawing along the sensitive skin with his fangs- but the Great Sage doesn’t seem much bothered by the biting, or if he is, he’s good at concealing it.

“Hate to be a joykill, boys… but you’ll have to knock it off when the kiddo gets here.”

Xiangliu gives a quiet grumble at your statement- he knew you had a point, but he didn’t want to fully quit. His forked tongue gives one last long lick up Wukong’s neck before withdrawing back into his mouth.

“Yeah, you’re right,” the ginger simian agrees, tilting his head back onto Xiangliu’s shoulder.“Can’t be snogging when my bud is here.”

My. You don’t exactly miss the use of that word- and really, you haven’t missed the impact that MK has had on the wilder of your lovers- how Wukong has grown; healed, in leaps and bounds thanks to his…

Student. Nephew. Son. Little brother.

So, so many roles.

MK fills them all admirably.

Even though you know the kid is only a few minutes away by now, you send back to him:

‘You’re always welcome here, kiddo.’

After everything he’s done for your partner, you find it hard to argue that he shouldn’t have a place here in this cozy little cabin, on the lavish peaks of Flower Fruit Mountain.

He’s your kid too, after all. As much as he is Pigsy’s, or Tang’s, or Wukong’s…

He’s your kiddo, too.

There’s a beat of silence- and then the tell-tale sound of footsteps approaching the door. Even with the knowledge that MK was on his way up, the sound still makes Wukong jump a bit- he and Xiangliu both share a look, like two kids who were just caught in the middle of doing something they weren’t supposed to.

And then, the boy lets himself in- and practically collapses onto the floor, utterly exhausted and panting for breath. His hair and clothes are messy and disheveled, with the his usual upbeat mood entirely missing.

“You two get dressed,” you sigh, standing up from the bed and throwing the sheets over their half-dressed forms. “I’ll take care of our kid.”

“Our,” Xiangliu whispers, all eighteen of his leering yellow eyes glittering at the thought. “Our child.”

“Not all ours, Nine. We’ve got like… three other dads to compete with.”

"I'd say we’re his favorites," Xiangliu tries to counter, a sly grin creeping upon his serpentine features. Wukong gives a scoff at that, scoffing at that notion in time with you.

“No, it’s Pigsy,” you both say.

Xiangliu has no further argument, and instead whips out an elegant robe of green and orange.

As they dress, you kneel to the exhausted hero, offering him a warm smile. With gentle scooping motion, you lead MK to his feet, biting back a gag at the overwhelming smell of sweat.

“Oh, sweetie. Who were you fighting this time?”

MK shakes his head, suddenly moving to latch onto your waist with a hiccup. There’s a shuddering tremble that races from his chest to feet, making the hero look almost like a child ready to bawl in fear.

Nightmares, again. He’s been having them for a while.

Ever since the Lady Bone Demon, in fact.

“Oh, no, baby… don’t cry, it’s okay…”

As you begin to rub his back with a soft coo, your newly-dressed partners look at you with both admiration and love, tempted to join in the doting… but they kept their distance, instead.

“I’ll go start him a shower,” Wukong whispers, heading to the bathroom, but not before Xiangliu presses a long series of slow kisses to his cheeks.

“I’ll go see what we have in the kitchen, then… and maybe find him a change of clothes.”

With once last glance to your doting form, both depart to focus on their own tasks, giving you a perfect moment to forget the rest of the world and simply comfort your child.

“Nothing is gonna hurt you,” is your promise to him.

You don’t intend to break it.

[whiskeyskin]

Virgin Blood

Premise: Tav is sheltered royalty (based of one of my MANY Tav's romancing Astarion) taking the leap with our boyy at the Tiefling Party.

Astarion x fTav • M rating • Act 1

Smut, porn without plot, kissing, fingering, bloodplay, virign reader, Astarion being a kind and gentle boy, unsure/reassurance

1.4k words

(if anyone recognises this picture please comment so I can credit the artist! Can't find it on reverse search 🙈)

This has been lingering in my drafts for so long; it needs to be posted. Drabbled many, never posted.. so please enjoy my inaugural tumblr smut - how fitting that Astarion's my first.

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With Vampiric, Elven fluidity, he hooks his leg under her own, parting her sensitive flesh to the night air. She bites her lip and begins to tremble, not just against chill of the night air but with the finality of her decision.

Tav's brow twitches and draws together, as a thousand thoughts swarm her mind, each new concern layered upon the other. A cacophony of voices buzz in her brain, painfully rising with every inch his hand moved towards her delicate, unplucked garden.

"Astarion?" Tav breathes shakily, trying and failing to rid her voice of worry.

"Yes, love?" He lilts softly as he gazes upon her naked and vulnerable form in the silvery moonlight.

Unsure of which question screams loudest in her head, Tav wills her bottom lip not to tremble.

"Will it hurt?" She whispers, failing miserably at keeping her eyes from filling.

His expression tenses, then relaxes as he cocks his head to the side, "Yes.. but only for a moment." He assures her, his eyes full of understanding.

Tav swallows and lets out a tight breath, both appreciating and hating his honesty.

"Your body will resist the intrution at first," he explains, bringing his hand from her inner thigh and raising it to cup her cheek, "your Hymen is there to protect you but gives up quite easily when coercied, especially by one as talented as me." His smile curls into a confident smirk, then it falls.

"There may be blood." He says matter of factly, Tav's eyes widen with fear, "not always, but it's a possibility," he rakes his fingertips against the roots of her hair, pushing it back and away from her face, sending small jolts of electricity through her scalp, "the losing of one's virginity isn't quite as fun for a woman."

He thumbs the worry lines that tighten at her brow till she wills them to ease under his cool touch. Tav grants him and herself a small smile.

"But I promise you," he begins, trailing his delicate hands down across her body, "Faithfully," his thumb catching her bottom lip, gently parting them, "That I shall make this as painless," his splayed palm glides down her sternum, playfully grazing the inner slope of her breasts, "and pleasurable as possible."

His touch ends just above her public bone. Her breath hitches as her body arches subconsciously to his touch. He props himself up on one elbow and presses a kiss to her lips.

"Do you trust me?" He asks, staring wholly into her soul with his piercing red eyes.

What breath is left in her lungs releases as she nods, "Yes."

Astarion smiles, then snakes his head into the crook her of neck, inhaling deeply. Tav tilts her head to grant him access out of pure instinct. He groans sensuously, the sound and feeling sending shudders of excitement through her.

"You smell amazing. Ever since I tasted your blood, you've taken over.. over every thought and fantasy my new freedom now allows," his graceful hand caresses over her mound, peering deeper and parting her embarrassingly slick folds.

Tav's nipples harden painfully as pleasure ripples through her body and shakes a gasp free from her throat.

Astarion's breath gives out slightly and she feels it against her taut neck but he recovers from his lapse of composure with finesse, his fingers expertly exploring the wetness between her legs.

"I'm going to thoroughly enjoy this." He groans into her ear.

Tav's hips twitch and buck of their own volition as Astarion gets to work, lavishing his attentions on her sweet and sensitive rosebud. The noise in her head falling away, the worries of the consequences of her actions this evening no longer causing her alarm.

"Do you like that, my darling?" He asks, his cheek pressed against her jawbone.

Tav nods, unable to form words. She's never experienced anything like this before. She's touched herself in the darkness of her chambers once the castle has gone to sleep but nothing in her nocturnal exploration of herself has ever come close to this.

His middle fingers coaxing her entrance in broad languid strokes, as his thumb flits over her clit in exquisite rhythm. His other hand softly tracing lines over her face and hairline, soothing her.

"Tell me." He whispers against the flesh of her neck.

She manages some garbled nonsense spliced with her moans as the pressure between her thighs builds.

A sweet, torturous ecstasy starts to fill her senses, seeping into every mental wound and insecurity she's been plagued with during her short human life.

Every empty word from her father, every cruel interaction with her step-mother, every royal duty, every expectation, every moment of her life planned down to the minute.

This wasn't the plan, this wasn't supposed to be the way she gave herself to someone. It wasn't her wedding night, it wasn't to some far off Prince, it wasn't to produce an heir.

It was.. freeing. It was.. for pleasure. It was.. dirty and erotic. It was..

"Tell me." He whispers against her, earnest this time, his breathing picking up speed too, as her orgasm quickly towered over the two of them.

"Yes, Astarion. It feels.. please.. Mm.. I.. can't.. I-," she tries to form words but struggles with clear thoughts. Her orgasm consuming her now, pulling her under and taking her over.

"Don't fight it, love. You want to come, you want to let go. Tell me how much you want to cum for me." He whispers against her, teeth grazing.

Tav tries to voice how wonderful she feels to him, how incredible he is and how much she wants this but a scream of pleasure dies in her throat as she comes hard around just the tips of his fingers.

"Ahhh.. ahhhh.. Astarion!" She finally manages as she falls apart in his embrace. Her hand shoots to the back of his head, grasping a handful of his hair, while other grips onto the forearm of the hand feeding her this pleasure, willing more of it.

She feels it slip deeper inside her, stroking her and fanning the flames of her orgasm higher. A jolt of pain shocks her and she cries out but it only adds to the ecstasy she feels as a second intense wave tears through her from deeper within. Astarion humphs out a strangled moan as his body holds her close, riding her orgasm like a lighthouse through a storm.

Writhing and jerking like a possessed beast, making sounds of pure abandon she has only ever heard from secret lovers in the royal gardens after dark. She gladly endures the powerful torrent of her climax, with Astarion to guide her, until her body is spent and exhausted on the forest floor.

There they lie in silence for a few moments, only the noise of their ragged breathing and the gentle sound of wind through the trees.

After several stunned moments, she feels Astarion's fingers slowly peel from inside her, the sensation strange and unfamiliar.

Tav finally blinks her eyes back into focus to see Astarion's fingers and palm coated in glossy, red blood.

Immediately feeling hideously embarrassed, she looks to him to apologise but pauses at the hunger in his eyes. His jaw locked tight as he bites together, keeping himself contained.

"Are-are you alright?" Tav asks uncertainly.

He doesn't answer, he simply stares at his bloodied hand, the muscles of his jaw flexing.

"I've.. I've seen this hundreds of times; the last blood of a Virgin but I've never been able to.. taste it." He swallows leaving his mouth agape. His eyes transfixed hungrily on his coated fingers, "Cazador would never let me experience it."

Tav looks on as the viscose mixture of her pain and pleasure slowly trails down his fingers, to dance across the back of his hand and pool in the crux of his palm.

A hot tumble starts in the pit of her aching belly and flushes up to the heady whirl of her brain. The way he looks so hungrily at the juices of her inner most part has her throat suddenly dry.

He's spoken of tasting her, her blood, but never like this.

Feeling bolstered from her sexual escapade Tav bites her lip and croons, "Cazador's not here. You're free to do whatever you'd like."

Astarion looks at her and his gaze pins her in place. Dark, hungry, wild eyes greet her. Sharp teeth glinting in the moonlight, begging to taste her.

"You're absolutely right," he smirks and flourishes his hand to his mouth, taking a pause to glance back at her, tilting his head and gesturing his fingers, "To your good health."

•°•°•

Y'all wanna read some more? 👀

[euphoricfilter]

Jimin with 1 (yandere); 3 (smut); 7 (mafia)

"You always call me your kitten. Then pet me" 😼

I'm not sure if this is a weird combination or not... But thank youuu 🫶🏻💜

aren’t you lonely?:

pairing: yandere! jimin x f. reader

genre: smut || non-idol au || yandere au || mafia au ||

summary: sure, it was unfair you stayed locked in the bedroom all day, though you never seem to mind when Jimin pays you a little bit of attention at the end of the day.

word count: 1.2k

tags/ warnings: unhealthy relationship, implied murder, implied mafia ig, smut in the forms of: unprotected sex (this isn’t real, don’t be stupid), jimin’s a little mean, dick riding, creampie, multiple orgasms, cum eating, biting/ drawing blood and consuming it

notes: prompt from the drabble game <3 this concept would be really fun to explore in more depth

drabble masterlist

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A pitiful pout pulls at your bottom lip when you hear the bedroom door unlock, your arms folding across your chest as Jimin slips into the room; his gaze flickering down to where you’re sat cross legged on the floor. And Jimin finds it cute, how you try to intimidate him.

“Why’re you sulking, my love?” he frowns, exaggerated in the way you know he’s mocking you; faux worry laced through his words.

“How come you can see your friends, but I’m not allowed?”

His head tips backwards, bubbly laugh shaking his whole body as he crouches before you, “They’re not my friends, doll. They work for me, they do all the dirty shit I don’t want to do, it would be an awful shame if some lowlife’s blood were to touch your precious skin”

“But I used to work with my friends” your arms fall to your sides, “I know your job isn’t exactly normal but surely you like someone you work with”

“Don’t be silly, they weren’t your friends.” Jimin’s thumb and index finger hold your chin, shaking your head, “I don’t have friends, so you don’t need any either. They tell you things that aren’t true, and I’d hate for you to leave me over silly little rumours, you know they’re jealous of you.”

“Aren’t you lonely?” you sigh, head leaning into his touch as his hand cups your cheek.

“Of course not, I have you” he smiles, “Is that why you’ve been upset? Because I didn’t let you see your friends today? or because I left you alone? I promise we'll get to spend more time together soon”

You frown, nodding, “You get to go out all the time, I get bored when you leave, and I’m stuck in the bedroom. You said I could use your card as well, but we never go out” you whine, hands snaking around his neck.

“My poor baby” he frowns, “I have a little problem I have to sort out tomorrow, and then how about I take you shopping?”

Your boyfriend’s fingers rake through your hair, shiver of pleasure wracking down your spine, “My pretty kitty” he murmurs.

“You know…” you start, eyes heavy as you stare up at him through your lashes, “You always call me your kitten” and Jimin hums, side of his lip quirking upwards, “then pet me, please”

You watch his tongue wet his bottom lip, “Poor thing, I really have neglected you as of late, haven’t I?”

You nod, fingers wrapping loosely around his wrist, trailing his hand down your body until his fingers skim over the waistband of your sleep shorts, “Want you, Minnie”

“Want you too, pretty thing”

He falls back until he’s sat on the rug with you, thighs spread enough you know what he wants. Your fingers tug off your shorts, panties soon to follow before you’re tugging at your boyfriend’s slacks, thick cock slapping against his stomach when you pull his underwear down.

He strokes his length, head falling back in pleasure as you pull your shirt over your head; clumsy as you straddle his thighs, “Stupid girl, already cock drunk and I haven’t done anything”

“Not stupid” you whine, hips jutting forward when he runs his cockhead through your folds, jolt of pleasure running straight through your body.

Your fingers wrap delicately around his shaft, tip of his cock pressing over your entrance, pussy clenching in anticipation.

You moan, sweet, a little whiny as you sink down on your boyfriend’s length.

His hands grab onto the meat of your hips, dragging you further down his length leaving you no time to adjust to his girth. A chocked moan lodges itself in your throat as he spears you open.

“Go on then, ride me” he grunts, cock fully sheathed inside of you. Your thighs shake as you lift yourself, tip of his cock still warm between the sodden walls of your pussy before you’re dropping back down on his length.

Jimin watches your tits bounce, and you let out something akin to a squeal when he pinches on of your nipples; burning pleasure thrusting you closer to your orgasm.

Your boyfriend notices your thighs start to shake, hips rolling forward as you try and catch your breath, “Can’t even ride me properly, come on” he picks you up, and your cunt clenches at the mere thought of being nothing more than a means of pleasure for him.

“Gonna cum, gonna cum” you whine like a mantra, fingers digging into Jimin’s arms, something inside of him swelling at the fact you’ve marked him; a clear semblance that he truly belongs to you, and you only.

“Cum for me then” he grunts, feet planting on the floor so he can thrust up into your sodden cunt.

His cock completely soaked with your arousal, that every time his thighs meet the back of yours, a wet slap claps across the walls.

Jimin changes the angle of his hips, blunt head of his cock hitting your sweet spot; your chest stutters, stars dancing behind your eyelids, squeezed shut as you fall over the precipice of your high, Jimin’s relentless thrusts prolonging your pleasure.

“S’ too much” you sob when the initial wave of your orgasm washes throughout your body, pleasure fizzling to prickly oversensitivity.

“Not yet” Jimin grunts, head falling onto your shoulder as his own pleasure builds, your body now his to use for his own high.

His teeth sink into your naked shoulder, a cry tumbling past your lips as he breaks skin; metallic blood coating his tongue, the rawest form of you consumed by him enough for Jimin to tumble into his own high.

You feel his cock twitch, thick cum flooding your cunt enough for a less intense orgasm to wrack through your body; stomach sizzling in something a little more mellow.

“My good girl” he croons, thumb running over your jaw.

On shaky legs you pull yourself off your boyfriend’s length, dribble of his cum painting the inside of your thighs white.

Jimin runs a finger through his release, “Open your mouth, doll” he holds your jaw, perhaps a proud smile on his face as you open your mouth, tongue falling past your lips.

He shoves his finger into your mouth, “Well done, pretty. How about I treat you to a pretty new necklace, the one you've been eyeing on my phone, as an apology for leaving you alone for so long, my poor little thing. I'll never let you be loney” another kiss pressed to your lips, his words ever so sweet that you simply melt, soft taffy in his rough hands.

“Don’t want a necklace, I just want you, Jimin”

And maybe you have no idea what that means to him, plush lips pressing a kiss to your cheek; and maybe if you weren’t so giddy over his affection you’d notice the guilty little smile on his face, or the blood-stained handkerchief that pokes out of the breast pocket of his shirt; perhaps piece together the real reason he never lets you meet your friends these day.

He’d hate for you to get muddy. You’d never been too fond of climbing either, and the ditch your friends now reside in isn't the most romantic setting.

Because truly he only wanted the best for you, and you never seemed to mind when he pampered you like the pretty little thing you were always supposed to be; a dainty little fairy whose wings he's clipped, locked away in a cage for only his eyes to see. Where no amount of fairy dust could ever save you from his claws.

💫 thank you for read, and feedback is always welcome!

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[uselessmicrowave]

HII i was the anon asking for a matchup hehe (both bots and cons, literally anyone) im just so interested and excited abt the matchup since its my first time doing one :DDD

Im quite short, around (5'6), i have a darker shade of green eyes (w long lashes) and long black hair with pink highlights that end around my mid back, (it's quite curly too); im very pale, and i mean "the first time they see me they tell me im a vampire" kind of pale, i have plump lips that are pink, kinda like a blushy pink! I have an ear piercing, and some snakebites, tho it's not pierced, its those ones where you can hook them on, ive also got a thing for silver rings (one is vine like and the other is a silver snake that goes up halfway on my pointer finger [i love snakes]; on my right hand tho is a single gold ring)

On how i dress, i usually do not give any fucks- literally, i just throw anything on (my usual fit is a black shirt, and some soft pants)

I'm an INTP (for some reference since i really suck at describing things) Me as i describe myself, am a very quiet person, quiet as in "my friends forgot i was in the backseat" kind of quiet, im usually a homebody, literally, another reason why i get called a vampire is that i hate sunlight, alot, i dont like going out as much as my friends do, since i hate loud and public places tho i would really be down to hangout with them whenever. I always keep to myself and refrain from ever speaking out, always observing, and just listening; but when i get closer to someone and get to know them more i usually get loud and very talkative. Even tho im always patient doesn't mean i wouldn't punch someone if they mess w me or my friends, as i could really have a high temper; on a side note, im very patient! Really im not even kidding i literally put up with someone's shit for 3 years and still going.

Hobbies or things i generally like/ like to do is art!! Mostly digital art, you'll always see me with my tablet everywhere i go, and i rarely share them as i have absolutely zero confidence, i also love to read! (Fav being tolkien books, both LoTR and TH) i also write my own stories and could be so into world building, its taking me 3 years to actually build my world properly. I love music like its not even funny; aside from seeing me w my tablet, i guarantee you'll always see me wearing earphones and jamming, im a sucker for roadtrips while i gaze outside just daydreaming and forgetting about reality (im a hardcore daydreamer). I really dont have a certain music taste since i just play whatever sounds good!!

Hello anon! I’ll match you up with TFA Prowl!

Prowl is fascinated by your piercings. How do you get one? Does it cause daily issues? How do you take care of them? What are the other kinds (He'll keep these questions to himself though, but he will encourage you if you start rambling about it or want to talk about it)?

He's also very quiet compared to the other bots, and he'd prefer to have a 'home date' or just hang out with you somewhere outside in a quiet and shady area.

Prowl is glad you get talkative when you two are alone, because he really won't speak up about anything unless it's dire or bothering him an insane amount.

He is very interested in your digital art process, he'd love to watch you draw if you'd let him.

You'll have to introduce you to your favorite authors and books if you want him to understand a specific reference/joke.

He's amazed that you had taken three years to... make a world? He doesn't completely understand but, tell him about it, please, he'd love to hear about it.

If he sees you wearing headphones/earbuds, he'll ask what song or what artist you're listening to, especially if you look like you're enjoying it.

[lanafofana]

WIP Whenever PART TWO

Thankies for the tag @marlowethebard😘

“It looks better than yesterday,” she says at last, mercifully cutting his treacherous train of thought off at the neck. “Tomorrow should be an easy day but if it bothers you I can whip up a poultice.” 

Turning back to face her directly he catches her with her bottom lip tucked between her teeth. The Dark Urge looks at her patiently, waiting for whatever thought she’s chewing on to tumble out of her. 

It doesn’t come. Instead she leans towards his face and he turns to meet the soft crash of her lips with his. The snake constricting his heart unclenches and slithers away, cowed by the warmth blossoming under her touch. Against the bared scutes of his chest her hands alight, cold yet somehow burning, and against his mouth her lips are warm and wet. 

He longs to pry into the secret dark space of her mouth, explore the cavern of her kiss with his tongue but the Urge seethes with wanton bloodlust and he wants that too. He ignores both. With delicate care he threads his claws through her ash colored hair and grounds himself. The kiss breaks. His heart hammers. 

“Let me stay with you,” she whispers against the line of his mouth. Turning to nuzzle the side of his snout Tav pursues a line of kisses across his face while he untangles the words lodged in his throat. 

Beautiful as a rare flower. A flower, crushed underfoot. Torn and scattered like red petals against the rocks. Bones glistening, shattered and stabbing like thorns– 

The dragonborn shakes his head, severing the thought. “That would be unwise.”  

Tav draws back, against his chest her fingers fidget, tapping a staccato beat. “You’re running from me,” she accuses. 

“With good reason,” he counters. They have both tired of this argument, he’s sure. He watches the strands of her hair slide through his fingers so he doesn’t have to see what’s happening in her eyes. Disappointment. Acceptance. 

The hands against his chest take flight and find purchase on his face. Her thumbs trace the bony thorns extruding from his jaw and his tail lashes tellingly in response. Her gaze on his is molten. “We do not let our fears rule us,” she tells him fiercely. “I know you’re scared after what happened with Alfira–” 

He scoffs and tries to pull away but her hands have been placed with precision and she tightens her grip. Lips curl against teeth and he snarls at her very softly. She bares her teeth right back at him. The sight makes something brittle in his chest ache. 

“But you will not hurt me,” her conviction is a heady thing, filling his heart and pumping through his veins. “You will not allow it.” Eyes sliding shut he feels his resolve waver. She brings her face to his and presses her cheek to his, her breath unfurling warm and damp against his neck. Gods, how he hated her. Hated how much he loved her. “Just as I will not allow you to do this alone.” He sags. 

“You are a singularly vexing woman,” he notes, not entirely unresentful. 

She nods, shifting to fling her arms around his neck and squeezes tightly. The last of his willpower gives way and he returns her embrace tentatively. Against his chest he can smell the unshed tears in her eyes and feels the flutter of her tiny human heart beating like hummingbird wings. He tightens his grip and her breath hitches.  

WIP Whenever/Sunday Snippet

back on my bullshit with more Durge x Tav chicanery!

Thankies for the tag @mothermoth92 😘

The Dark Urge jerks awake with a hoarse cry. By the time he’s aware of Tav’s hand on his wrist, her voice softly calling to him in the dark, the horror of his nightmare is already fading into the red ether of his ruined mind. 

“Are you alright?” Her thumb rubs soothingly across his wrist as he swallows and further relaxes under her ministrations, the dream becoming all but a hazy memory. A dark place. A red place. Screams. And then silence. Awful silence. 

Her grip on his wrist tightens slightly, as if she can sense his attention needs reminding of where to focus and he considers her question with a hollow sigh. She always asks the same thing and he never knows how to answer. Is he alright? He has his doubts. 

“Fine,” he tells her anyway because he hates seeing the crinkle between her brows and the way the corners of her mouth pull down when she’s upset. “Just a dream.” 

He sits up slowly, achy like a dragonborn well past his prime. A lance of pain across his back flares and he frowns before the fog of sleep clears further and he remembers the fight with Nere. Hells, had it really only been yesterday? Sensing movement he opens his mouth to bid Tav goodnight but is surprised when she only scoots closer.

“Let me see,” she commands, pressing the pads of her fingers to his shoulder to encourage him to obey. He does, turning slightly and wordlessly summons a mage light for her benefit.

She’s silent while she inspects the angry line where Nere’s magic had burned across his shoulders and when he feels the soft touch of Tav’s exploring fingers he holds his breath. Methodical in her examination the woman’s hands are cool as they drag slowly against his over warm scales. 

Cold hands of a corpse, beauty frozen eternally in rigor mortis. Dead hands can still be put to purpose. 

He tenses and pushes the thoughts of his repulsive Urge away. Tav’s hands still for a moment before they continue without comment and he breathes out slowly, closing his eyes to fall into the sensation of her. Her hands are cold but her body heat is close enough he thinks if he leaned only a little he could sink into the orbit of her heat, her scent. 

Sink. Sinking. Deep. Deeper. Hands through the ribs, organs red as painted lips, tearing– tasting– tantalizing!

He breathes in and out, nostrils flaring, and ignores how the saliva pools beneath his tongue.

[zujime]

relax ─── vi x f!reader [w.c – 3.7k]

CONTENT — established relationship, fluff, female bodied reader, subby vi, fingering, face sitting, vibrators, oral (f), marking, overstimulation, multiple orgasms, aftercare, no y/n usage, pet names: babe, baby, princess

The comforting ambience that echoed throughout the bedroom had soothed whatever tensions remained as you gently flipped the page of the book that seemed to peak your interest as you waited for your brawler girlfriend’s return.

Though, the faint thought of her that lingered had been abruptly pushed away as the sound of your shared room door swinging open and swiftly being closed, which was also quickly followed by the heavy thud of her metal gauntlets meeting the floor beneath her.

Her thick brows furrowing on her bloodied and bruised face as she refused to meet your soft eyes with her troubled ones. Your mouth had opened to say something but she’d already been making her way to the bathroom connected to the bedroom, being sure to close the door after the sound of the shower faucet running grew audible.

You resumed skimming the pages of the book you’d picked up, fingers gracefully flipping the pages. It went on for quite some time, so long that you hadn’t even noticed the running water now coming to a still and the pinkette that stood at the foot of the bed in nothing but a white tank top and some tight fitted boxers.

Gazing up at the her freckly face as a benign smile sneaks it’s way to your lips. “Rough day?” You question as you place the hardcover on the nightstand that resided at your bedside, only earning so much as a huff from the woman.

Your arms elevating to hang loosely in the air as you whisper a “come here” motioning for her to join you, which she does—the bed dipping at the added weight as she crawled to rest snugly between your plush thighs, arms snaking around your lower back while her face had nuzzled into the skin of your stomach, crumpling your shirt that was now resting on her forehead in the process.

She was tense, so much so that her body seemed rigid to the touch as your hands find their places on the curve of her back and in between the strands of flushed hair on her head. The feeling of your hands sliding through her fluffed out and slightly wet hair and occasionally massaging her scalp earned a low muffled groan from her as she melted into your touch, squeezing you a tad bit tighter. You didn’t bother to ask many questions because you didn’t want to bombard her with them and you just didn’t feel like it, which seemed to bring the girl some relief.

It’s not that she hated when you asked her things—if anything, she just loved the sound of your voice—it’s merely the fact that she didn’t want to worry you. The cool feeling of her nose piercing lightly brushing up against your skin was almost relieving as you felt her scarred lips move to plant a kiss on your abdomen, tickling you and earning a hushed giggle.

“What are you doing?” You chuckle and move a hand to cup her cheek, softly going over the small tattoo with your thumb. Her smokey orbs peering up at yours as if she’s seen an angel, a bashful smile creeping onto her lips as she nuzzled into your stomach once more, mumbling an “I’ve missed you” as her hands moved under your shirt to feel the skin of your back.

You don’t really catch what she had said but judging by how she squeezed at your sides with her muscular arms, you think you can guess. It’s not long before an idea pops into your head as your fingertips lightly trace the nape of her neck, sending a wave of shivers down her spine.

“Violet,” you draw out tenderly, causing the pinkette to gaze up at you with eyes of admiration. “Sit on my lap, I wanna see you.” Her silver eyes quickly meeting yours with a smug yet lethargic look. “You sure, princess?” Her voice soft yet still laced with a hint of smugness but also a bit of reluctance.

“I’m sure, Vi.” You snicker and scoot back on the bed to lean against the pillows that rested against the headboard, patting your lap playfully which get her pretty hues to roll as she shakes her head a bit before finally moving to place her knees on either side of your thighs, but she’d still been hovering over your lap as to not put all of her weight on you.

“Vi,” you pause to put your hands on her hips. “I’ll be fine, I promise.” Her shoulders going slack at your words of reassurance as her hips slowly lower until the skin of her lower thighs come into contact with yours.

Her hands resting comfortably on your shoulders, tracing your collarbone with her thumbs as her fingers ghosted the skin of your neck, staring at you, absolutely entranced—eyes skimming the part where your neck and shoulder connect before moving to stumble over your lips, soon finding your eyes.

She loved you so much, to the point where a simple “I love you” wouldn’t be enough to show that. A love struck smile growing prominent on her scarred lips as the rest of her body finally mellowed as she let out a deep breath.

Her mind clouded with thoughts of how grateful she is to have you and how she wants to return the love you put into tending to her wounds and just always being there, but her mind comes to a quiet when she feels the warmth of your hand delicately cup her freckled face, your gentle eyes examining the bruises and cuts that’d been hastily cared for by your brawny girlfriend, though there was still a wound that seemed to be unattended for.

“You did good, but I think you missed a spot.” You reach to grab the bottle of rubbing alcohol along with cotton balls that’d been neatly left on your nightstand if ever needed. “Why didn’t you come to me?” You inquired as you poured the chemical on the cotton ball before making contact with Violet’s cheekbone, that is until her hand gently grabs your wrist preventing you from doing so.

“Vi.” You say with a voice that’d been firm yet soft, brows barely even furrowed as your eyes pleaded silently. A shaky sigh leaving from within the pinkette as she lets go of your wrist, letting her walls crumble as she looked down at her thighs over yours, pitifully.

“I didn’t want you to worry about it.” She murmurs, her voice low as the hand that wrapped around your wrist had fallen and was now caressing your clothed side. Your head shook as a soft smile found it’s way onto your lips. “I would’ve worried anyway, you know.”

The cotton ball meeting the still open wound, the sting causing her jaw to tense a bit. “I wouldn’t scold you about it much, but please try not to go head first into things.” You giggle, patting the wound a few times with the cotton ball before placing it down on the night stand and grabbing a beige band-aid.

The pinkette’s eyes meeting yours as her mouth playfully goes slack. “I don’t go in head first!” The hand she had rubbing up your side moving to tickle you. “It sure seems like it-!” You jokingly remark as your hands move to push hers off, laughing and squirming around uncontrollably.

She stops her teasing when she hears your feeble pleas to stop. The room filling with your pants that’d gradually get slower as you peer up at the girl seated comfortably on your lap with a small smile. Your hands moving to rest at her hips as you straighten up.

“You feeling any better?” You question as your fingertips move to lightly graze her bare thighs causing the woman’s body to shudder at the touch, her eyes watching carefully as your nails lightly rake at her thick thighs.

Her once calm and moderate breaths were now heavy and shallow. The distance between your faces—your lips—was almost too much for her to bear. She needed to feel your soft lips against hers. Her bottom lip being caught between her teeth as her pupils dilate the moment they meet yours.

The husk of a “please” involuntarily leaving her windpipe as her hands frantically slid up your body to rest on your cheeks as yours found their way to her hips before moving closer to her, but not enough to connect to her lips, so she takes it upon herself to rid of the painfully close distance.

Her lips roughly capturing your own. The kiss was harsh and brimmed with an insatiable hunger, jagged breaths residing from the brawler as she put more force into the kiss.

Her hands holding your face as if you'd vanish if she didn't, but the kiss was cut short by you gently pulling away, licking your lips a bit as you spotted her staring at you with half lidded eyes. A chuckle leaving you as you murmured a "slow down", your hands lightly pushing her now raised hips back down before ghosting over the flesh between her meaty thighs that had dampened the fabric keeping you from it.

Your shared breaths were harsh and uneven, her skin flushed a pretty pink almost as dark as her hair as her eyes hazily bounced from your mesmerizing, swollen, saliva coated lips to the untouched glow of your neck that seemed to be begging for her compassionate touch.

Your lush lips finding themselves grazing the lobe of her ear as she latches onto your neck, the moistness of her tongue sweeping over the bites she left in her wake, suckling on the skin till it bruised a nice wine hue. The sensation hindering your ability to properly think as you try to find the words you wished to convey to the pinkette.

"I want to try something today." You purr through small unruly moans, her movements only seeming to come to a faint slow as her hands perched on your honey soft mounds, gently kneading them.

Taking her mellow movements across your skin and the throaty groan she hid in the crook of your neck as a green light to go on with what you had planned—one of you hands slide between the barrier keeping you from her warm paradise, brushing past the fluffy pink bush above before gently gliding a finger or two over the slit, making her movements stutter as she chokes out a gasp.

Her lips no longer attached to your neck that was now littered in love bites, her arms moving to desperately wrap around you as she buried her face in the crook of you soft skin, the bridge and apex of her nose occasionally brushing up against your pulse point as she tried to quiet her broken swears that merged with her hushed moans. The slow motion of your fingers slipping against her folds coming to a pause as you leave a kiss on the side of her head.

“Is this alright with you?” You check in, letting your free hand caress her well-defined waist whilst awaiting her response that took the form of a kiss on the apple of your cheek followed by a low “yeah, go ahead”. This was a first for the both of you—her first time being submissive under your gaze and your first time seeing her this way.

You’d assumed it’d all been because of how uptight she was, but you push the assumption aside and focus more on pushing your middle and pointer fingers in her warmth, slowly as you study the way her body tensed and relaxed, her arms squeezing and loosening around you, her mouth left agape as her brows furrow, the sweet sound of her shaky moans reaching your ears, like a melody you wish would play forever.

Your thumb had began rubbing her sensitive bud as she adjusted to the feeling of your fingers in her velvety walls, a coarse hand swiftly moving to cling to the back of your neck, ramming your face into hers as your lips lock once more.

Her tongue slipping past the plushness of your lips, dancing and curling around yours as she groans into your mouth. The fingers you’d left to soak in her wetness had started moving; constantly rubbing at her walls in hopes of finding her sweet spot.

The smooth motions of your digits was driving the girl damn near insane as her lips detach from yours, eyes fluttering shut and nose crinkling as she tried to hide her mewls. Her hands both tightly gripping your biceps as her hips jerked and threatened to grind on to your fingers, lids now firmly sealed as uncontrollably loud whines and whimpers erupted from the woman, the thighs that'd been stationed on either side of yours now trembling and contracting around you as her mind grew dizzy from the sensation of her peak growing near.

Your fingers picking up speed as they assault the sensitive nerve inside of her, still thumbing aggressively at her clit. "B-baby, I'm gonna-!" Her broken cry turning into a scream as she shuddered due to the ripples of ecstasy that flooded through her body.

Choppy breaths struggled to escape her lungs as she collapsed her head on your shoulder, you simply leave a feathery kiss on her before uttering a "lay on the bed" which she promptly did—wobblily plopping herself besides you, eyes straining to remain open as they watch you crawl between her legs after stripping her of her underwear.

"What are you doing," Vi mumbled drowsily, one of her hands moving to feebly push you away from the warmth between her legs. “I just came.” Glancing up at her, your hand softly clasping onto her wrist, bringing it close to your lips for a quick peck. “Helping you relax,” You purr, letting go of her hand and moving yours to latch onto her strong legs. Your mouth kissing at her inner thighs before biting and sucking at the skin, pulling breathy whines from her.

“You’re okay with this, right?” The question gliding off your tongue as all your movements came to a halt, awaiting some response from the girl. A hum resonating from her as she moved her arm to rest above her head which was lifted when she noticed you hadn’t moved yet, her brows crease as she gives your sheepish face a puzzled look. Your eyes had been anxiously flicking to look at her and elsewhere in the room as you put together a sentence.

“Actually, can you sit on my face?” You request, breathing shakily as your eyes meet her wide ash ones which quickly left yours to look away, reluctance present in her pretty eyes as she lets out a deep breath. “What if I hurt you?” The query coming out as a whisper as she props herself up on her elbows.

“You won’t hurt me, I promise, Vi.” Her shoulders slackened as her name amiably fell from your sweet lips. She murmured an “okay” before moving so you could lay on the duvet before hovering her soaked heat inches above your mouth.

Her hips were held in the air as she tried to keep all her weight off of you like earlier, but with a small glare, you roughly push her hips down and savor her slickness, the feeling of your tongue plunging deep inside of her forcing air from her lungs as she desperately grabbed hold of the headboard, her body trembling as you stimulate her.

Noises you never thought you’d hear from the woman growing louder as one of your hands slide up her body and under her white top to squeeze and pinch at her plump mounds and rosy nipples, you’d be lying if you said you weren’t turned on in the slightest.

Just the sight of her writhing above you was enticing—her eyes tightly shut while her mouth hanging open as pleasant whimpers and moans escaped her esophagus, back arching at the feeling of your hands latched onto the soft flesh under her tank top. She was loud, having no intention of hiding her noises since she was so blissed out.

Her thighs starting to involuntarily jitter and squeeze your head, but not to the point of pain. The way she’d been squirming and letting out throaty groans, followed by a hoarse “please don’t stop” was enough to make you hungrily suckle at her sex, the hand that’d been playing with her breasts now moving back down to rub and pinch her clit.

Her hold on the headboard wavering as her eye refused to open. “I’m gonna cum! Babe, please don’t stop!” She cried as her body stiffened at the feeling of her orgasm overtaking her as she shuddered uncontrollably. Her hips jittering as you continue lapping at her, but her orgasm had already subsided.

Her hands pulling at your hair weakly as she whined and whimpered. “Babe! Baby, please! I can’t-!” Her body squirming as your vice grip around her waist never faltering. “Baby please, I already came.” She choked out, tears threatening to spill from her eyes due to the overwhelming pleasure. The pressure you applied to her sensitive bud only doubling as you drink up all her juices.

Finally detaching from her sex to peer up at her through your lashes as you licked the remains of her wetness off your lips, a hand gently pushing her down on the bed, your legs sliding from under her as you hop off the bed and search through your drawers until you find the blue bullet vibrator, her tired eyes observing your every move as her chest raised and lowered heavily at a fast pace.

The bed dipping at your return as you lay your head on her abdomen as you run your fingers through her pink bush before tracing her folds with your fingertips, even the slightest graze of your skin against hers was enough to send shivers throughout her body. Her breathing quickening as you tease her clit, toes curling as she anticipates your next move.

The button atop the vibe had been push as you harshly pressed it against her bud, causing her to claw at the sheets as throaty groans fly from her lips, her back arching off the mattress the moment your fingers slip inside of her again. You move your head to look at her writhe to the touch, the care she had for her volume was completely thrown out of the window as her voice fluctuated from low to high and back.

You were driving her up a wall as your fingers thrusted in and out of her at an unbearable speed. Her body begging for more as whines and broken pleas to slow down came from the pinkette. Her callous hands now latching onto your shoulder, kneading at the joints as you look up into her glassy grey eyes, her brows and nose wrinkled as she whined about her quickly approaching orgasm.

Her bottom lip caught in between her teeth for a split second as she completely lets go. Her body growing rigid as her eyes and mouth widened, the tidal wave of bliss that washed over her pulling nothing but the husk of a broken scream of pleasure while her body shook violently.

Her hand desperate to grab hold of you to pull you in for a kiss but she’d been too worn out to, so you slide up her body with your own, turning off the vibrator before connecting your honey soft lips with hers. She melted into the kiss—her convulsing muscles coming to a shaky still as her eyes flutter close, relishing in the feeling of it all.

The moment you separate from her lips, the room is filled with sluggish laughter. Your nose brushing against hers as you give her lips a quick peck before sliding off the bed. “I’ll run a bubble bath, alright?” You coo, pinching at her soft cheeks which gets a groan mixed with laughter from the worn out woman before running off to the bathroom to turn on the water and coming back to check on your girlfriend.

“Was that too much?” You ask scanning her face for any sign of discomfort, but she just gave you a small shake of her head. “I can’t feel my legs, but I’d say it was worth it.” She chuckled, cupping your face with a hand, gently forcing you to look at her.

“That was amazing, princess.” Her voice a little hoarse as she spoke. Your hand coming to lay over hers, squeezing it lightly. “Do you need help getting to the tub or you think you’ve got it?” You question before leaving butterfly kisses along her fingers.

“…You mind helping me out?” She snickered as she twisted her body to face the foot of the bed before outstretching her hand which you grasp, pulling the girl up to her quivering feet and allowing her to lean on you for support. When the two of you approach the tub, you turn off the warm water before letting her sit on the edge.

“You need help taking off your shirt?” She shook her head in response as she swiftly took off her only article of clothing. “I’ll join you in a moment” was all you’d said before walking out of the bathroom and bedroom to get to the kitchen, peeling open the fridge to grab a bottle of water before heading back to the brawler.

She’d been heavy lidded as she let her body hide in the bubbles. You sit the bottle on the bathroom counter to take off your clothes so you’d be able to join her. The moment you do, you grab the bottle before stepping into the tub and sitting to straddle her.

“Vi, I brought you water.” You coo, handing her the bottle after kissing the slit on her brow. “Thanks, princess.” She smiled before taking a sip of the liquid, putting it down in a corner outside the tub, letting her head rest on your shoulder as you massaged her scalp.

Her muscular arms wrapping around your waist and pulling you closer to her, causing the water surrounding you both to slosh around. “I love you, princess, you know that?” She purred into the crook of your neck and placed a kiss on the skin while thumbing over your side.

“I never knew that,” you tease. “Why don’t you tell me again?” You giggle. Violet’s head raising slightly to glance at you before whispering, “I think it’d be better if I just show you.”

[buckybarnesdiaries]

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© @captaincentenarian

bucky barnes x reader. ⎢ masterlist.

Bucky needed to be spoiled.

word count: 1.2k

warnings/tags: nsfw, +18!!! sub!bucky (more or less), handjob, mention of bodily fluids, praise!kink, language, cockwarming.

author notes: this isn't proofread, sorry for possible mistakes. none of my stories contain reader’s body descriptions to be inclusive.

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“Oh, fu— fuck”.

A muffled moaning escaped his lips when your thumb caressed his reddened tip. Since Bucky woke you up some minutes ago, with curses and groans, you knew perfectly what he needed. Now he was sprawled between your legs and his back was stuck to your chest. The soldier tossed his head to your shoulder, having a better view of his tongue strongly licking his lips and his eyelids closed.

Your right hand pumped his most sensitive skin, up and down, at a medium pace. Enough to please him, but not to make him cum too soon. Bucky was stirring under your strokes, gripping his balls with his cold fingers as the flesh ones got tangled in your hair. Sometimes, he just needed to be touched. Touched by you, and no one else. Be treated with care and tenderness. The last mission had some complications and that took its toll.

“Does it feel good?” You whispered using a honeyed tone of voice into his ear.

“God… yes… so damn good, doll”. He replied as he could.

“You deserve it”. You hummed spreading sweet kisses on the connection of vibranium and skin.

Increasing the pace a little more just to tease him, Bucky responded with a soft growl, rubbing his abdomen with the palm of his free hand, slightly stretching back his head. His hard cock felt warmer with every move of your fingers around it, using some more pressure to give him an added pleasure. Bucky had to settle himself better against your chest, stealing the air from his lungs when you nailed your teeth in his neck. His digits got closed tighter in the back of your head, watching him trying to breathe through his parted lips.

James wasn't too loud while having sex, except in moments like those where your only purpose was to make him enjoy. He couldn't control his vocals, babbling your name with a wrecked tone. You used the tip of your tongue to draw a mark on his skin, sucking and hollowing your cheeks slightly. You loved to mark your territory, although those hickies never lasted longer than a day.

“Puts your hands on my thighs”. You ordered him, placing your legs over his to keep them wide open at any moment.

He obeyed with a soft pout, landing your free fingers on his balls to massage them slowly, contrary to how you were pumping his firm dick. Bucky would never recognize it, but he loved when you took control and told him what he should do. Tilting his head, he kissed you slowly, invading his mouth with your tongue as you felt his anxiety by digging his fingertips in the sides of your legs. Both were hungry for each other, jerking his length faster till earning again his moans and his curses.

Bucky looked like the most beautiful piece of art with the pearls of sweat decorating his forehead and some tufts of his black hair stuck on it. He bit his bottom lip fixing his pale blue eyes on yours, not needing words to express to you what you were making him feel.

“You're such a good boy, aren't you?” You purred against his lips, brushing them with yours. “My good boy”.

“Yes… I am”. Bucky whined when the pleasure started to be too much for his body.

“Of course you are, and you belong to me”. You spoke this time with a hoarse voice that gave him goosebumps, watching your boyfriend swallow. “Say it”.

“'M… you— yours, doll… only yours… I swear it”. His dick was twitching between your fingers, getting tensed as you squeezed his balls tighter. “Fu— Fuck… I need to… I need to cum…”

“Beg for it, my good boy”. You murmured, licking his parted lips with the tip of your tongue while slowing down the pace of your strokes, causing him to sob.

“Don' be… petty, doll… C'mon… C'mon, lemme cum, please”. Bucky growled in gasps, starting to rock his hips against your hand unconsciously.

He needed to release all the frustration running through his body. And he wanted you to help him with it. For you, it was a little funny how easy it was to make your big bad boyfriend plead. Although he hated you for it, trying to do his best to not push you apart and finish by himself.

“Baby, ple— please… Please…” Bucky moaned closing his eyes strongly, gripping your thighs with his huge hands. “God… I ca— can't wait… I can't…”

“You 'gonna disobey me?”

At the moment you replaced your left hand from his balls to his throat, forcing him to look at you again, his breathing became erratic, keen. His chest rose and fell furiously, not being able to control a single action of his anatomy.

“Please…” He begged you one last time, feeling all his blood concentrated in a concrete point of his cock and the knot within his low abdomen growing. “Doll… please.

“Cum for me. Now, James”. You commanded jerking him off faster than before, receiving a delighted cry from him.

Soon, the white ropes fell and stained his torso. His whole body was shaking, his Adam's apple was dancing under the palm of your hand still gripping his throat, the toes of his feet were curled and his abdomen was tense because of the orgasm exploding within him. Shutting up his vocals by devouring his mouth, your tongue fought his with dominance, while he was trying to breathe through his nose.

Collecting his arousal with your fingertips, you broke the kiss leaving him running out of air, sucking clean your digits under his attentive and exhausted gaze.

“Should be illegal to taste like that”. You purred giving him a whole show. “Wanna try it?”

“Please”. He mumbled leaning his head enough to lick your lips and suck the tip of your tongue. Bucky couldn't help but gasp at the savor of his jizz mixed with your saliva.

Not saying a single word, after placing one last kiss on his sweaty forehead, you stood up from your bed to go to the bathroom. Wetting a small towel with warm water, you came back to find your big soldier lying on his back and trying to recover. You kneeled on the mattress to clean first his face from the sweat, before continuing with his chest and abdomen and finishing with his —yet— twitching erection. Bucky sighed because of the careful caress, placing his hand made of vibranium on your back.

You tossed the towel somewhere over the floor, stripping yourself after that to lie by his side. “Come here…”

Using a sweet thread of voice, you urged him to turn and to let you embrace him. What he wasn't expecting was one of your hands to be snaked among your bodies, while you put a leg over his waist. Bucky understood your intentions when he was buried deep inside your soaked walls, sinking a more than pleased growl in your neck. He closed his arms around your body, forcing his cock to beyond your limits and holding it within your warm pussy.

“You're an angel, babydoll”. Bucky whimpered, feeling your walls clenching his sensible erection. “I love you… I love you”.

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ariveth​:

                WITH RAISED EYEBROWS, HER GAZE FOLLOWS HALETH’S to the twin daggers she’d spied earlier, in Morvayn Manor. “I mean — I’ll accept blades like those anytime if you haven’t any love for them; gladly.” She speaks in jest, of course. Such fine work was undoubtedly intended as a gift, a heirloom or both; though she does intend to find out the source of the handiwork.

                  There’s something terribly sad and uncomfortably true (not to mention mature beyond her years) in Haleth’s words, and the blunt honesty of them. Ariveth frowns to herself, pondering the statements. “You can’t know it’s entirely like that,” she tries, a little hopeful and naively-optimistic, maybe; “if you’ve never been. What if it’s different than you assume?” She didn’t like that Haleth’s disdainful description was quite in line with how Raven Rock had looked at her and treated her the first time she’d set foot there — how some still looked at her even now — but she’d always thought it might be different on the mainland. She hesitates, then dares to ask, “Why do they treat us differently? Do you know? We are also dunmer, aren’t we? I don’t understand it.”

                    She follows suit with Haleth in covering her mouth as they exit. Though the sky’s relatively clear by Solstheim’s standards, the wind makes the light ashfall a bit worse now than it was going inside; and given the amount of talking they’re both doing, it’d be wise to keep themselves from swallowing a ton of ash. “Oh, they hate any mention of them here,” she agrees, glancing up toward the temple at the very mention. “I remember asking the Elder about Vivec when I first arrived, I thought he might strike me on the spot; he looked so incensed.” She gestures to Haleth to follow her, moving forward. “Speaking of, we’ll have to visit the temple. Later, though. First I have to show you this weird stone on the outskirts.” She points to the Earth Stone, slightly visible beyond the buildings. “There’s some sort of magic involved.”

Haleth shook her head quickly, looking down at the daggers. "N-no, I can't. These were from Great-grand-ada's son. My grandfather. I can't give them away." Still, she couldn't help but feel a bitterness that soured the delicious meal she'd just taken, and her nose wrinkled with it, curdling some of the good mood she'd been in beforehand. "It might not be entirely like that," she said through her mask, "but how could it be any better than this? It was closer to the volcano, after all. And ash falling from the sky isn't normal." She shook her head, slowing her pace, and turning her gaze to the temple; even in the midst of the devastation, it remained unblemished— at least, according to the stories and drawings her family had shared with her depicting the temples back on Vvardenfell. 

"They treat us differently," she began, sticking her tongue out at the looming shell of the Temple, though Ariveth likely couldn't see the disrespect under her mask, "because we're Outlanders. They think they're better just because they've seen a netch, and they breathe ash all the time. We've never known what they go through living in Morrowind." She shrugged. "Not that anyone's ever told me— that's just what I've been able to get out of my uncles."

Haleth tilted her head, looking over to Ariveth with bright, curious eyes, nearly running into a scathecraw, and managing to trip herself on the thick roots that snaked across the path. She toppled forward with a cry, only just managing to catch herself on the rope fence before hitting the ground. "You actually asked about them?" she breathed. "I thought they would've... I don't know, tossed you into lava for something like that! What'd he say?"

Her question was, however, quickly forgotten upon noticing the standing stone in the distance. There was something odd about it, even to her; it made the hair at the base of her scalp tingle, and a clot form in her throat. "Y-yeah," she said, pace quickening to try to get a better look at it. "We c'n take a look at it. What is it?"

[oogaboogasphincter]

A Dimension of Our Own

kinktober day 20 - dirty dancing with ezra

word count | 792

warnings | 18+ ONLY: love bites, a little bit of body worship, fade to black smut, reader is afab and no gendered language is used

author’s note | the gif is originally made by @uuuhshiny ! <3 i need to stop being weirdly poetic-but-not-really with my writing and just have fun with it 💀 also i kinda hate this so if you do too don't feel bad 💀💀 also also no i'm not posting a kinktober prompt in the middle of november idk what you're talking about 🤭 also also also don't let "furry" throw you off - this isn't a Werewolf!AU, shaving is just low in Ezra's priorities ksjfksljf

You stand in the buckled capsule you crash landed on this supernal rock in, darkened by the eerie nightfall that blankets your surroundings only a few hours every several days. Your dialectically eclectic, scruffy-looking peculiarity prospector rises to your height slowly; the tumultuous journey knocking aches throughout his bones. Slipping his prosthetic around your waist, he swiftly pulls you to his chest - with more force than necessary, but he needs the reminder that not everything he has is harvested gems that twinkle with consequence and endless, dusty loneliness. He desires, is deserving of and owns your valiant softness.

His remaining biological hand takes up yours, turning on his heel bit by bit until you fall into a languid waltz. After a few sloppy circles, dizzied by the darkness, his hand anxiously skids up your arm. Uprooting your hairs from their celibate hibernation, they stand erect and jitter with the prospect of even just a glimpse of his caged love. He molds his beaten fingers around the back of your neck and brings your foreheads together, taking a steadying breath for the beast inside him raging for rough carnality. His tamed movements instead remove his fingers from your neck and brush through your hair, leaving rivulets of adoration in their wake. Your feet still in orbit, one hand grips the decaying shoulder of his flight suit and the other slips down his chest, creating an incision to release the pressurized tension that threatens to pop his weathered heart.

You look up to him, finding his eyes squeezed shut, but offer him the entire galaxy's worship with your doe-eyed gaze when he's ready to accept his commendation. You've been imprisoned in astral isolation for the past few weeks - possibly months, with the way space folds and stretches time over and over again until it's compressed into soundless onyx. Maybe this exile has led you both into some sort of intoxicated rapture, unable to suppress any flicker of need. Or maybe it's the opposite case - the prolonged absence of society has unleashed you from subconscious repressions. Now you're able to indulge.

An exclusive dimension you've entered; reserved for only those who have the key to another's heart and were welcomed with relief, relief so ample and deep-reaching it's free from time and celebrates the reconciliation of soulmates kept apart for far too long. He wrenches his eyes open, staring down into the depths of yours while snaking his fingertips underneath the strap of your shirt and pushing it down your shoulder and torso until your chest is exposed. He dips you back, still keeping in time with your sultry dance, and runs his salivated lips over your chin, down your neck and across your prickled flesh until he reaches your hard nipple and envelopes it with his warm tongue. His moans echo from his dungeon of depravity, howl up through his throat and vibrate against your skin, warming you further. He laves at it three times; arches your back more, draws your chest closer and seizes your breath.

Upon returning you upright, his beast's keening has punctured your resolve and your hands fly to the fastenings of his suit, tearing them open to reveal his delectable frame to your hungry eyes, fluttering heartbeat, itchy hands. You don't think before taking his heavy length into your hands, squeezing it with reverence before starting a circuit from his leaking tip to his furry hilt and back. The groan he lets out is choked and pained, and would startle you if it weren't for his viral licentious sensuality racing through you. To your dismay, he breaks free of your grasp and moves behind you, palming your body harsh as he lowers himself to his knees. He hooks your trousers and panties, pulling both threadbare articles of clothing over your hips - where he attaches his mouth and leaves a quick yet nasty love bite - as he lifts your calves and rids your body of the offending garments.

He spirals up your body to your front again, abruptly ending your waltz and backing you up against the curved wall of the pod, crashing his lips to yours. Wanton mewls pushed into his mouth do the job of communicating your screaming need for him to take you, and he doesn't make you or himself wait any longer. He falls to his knees again and arranges your hands on the back of his head, your fingers instinctively clenching his overgrown waves. His big brown eyes reflect the lovestruck abyss yours harbor, thanking you for allowing him - a tiresome bandit guided by a sensuous moon - into your seas of tranquility, fertility and nectar. He throws one of your plush thighs over his weary shoulder, spreading your wet folds and follows your light home.

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[ptergwen]

Can I get an Arvin imagine where the reader tells him that she's pregnant after they've been trying to have a baby for a few months? I'm just in a fluffy mood 🥺

we did it

warnings: one swear but this is literally all tooth rotting fluff

a/n: eep i missed writing for arvin :,) loved loved loved this so much

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you watch your husband’s worn red truck pull into the driveway, a grin stretching across your lips and a hand on your stomach that’s soon to be growing.

he steps out of the car with a smile matching yours. he’s been at work for the better part of the day, so he’s very much looked forward to coming home to you. you’re his entire world, the reason he does it all.

whistling a happy tune, arvin sticks the keys into the hole and jiggles the door handle. you race over to greet him.

“arvy!” you squeal as you practically tackle him, arvin chuckling lowly. his calloused hands settle on either of your sides to keep you in place. “slow down there, darlin’.”

he lets his grip move to your hips, thumbs kneading your skin over your sundress. your arms loop around his neck.

“somebody must’ve missed me a whole lot,” arvin observes. he gives you a sweet peck on your lips and nudges his nose against yours. “i did,” you mumble, getting onto your tiptoes to press your forehead to his.

arvin bites back another smile at this. he bends down a bit so you reach him, both your foreheads now touching lightly.

“missed you, too,” he breathes out. “hate bein’ away from you so long.”

you capture arvin’s lips in a proper kiss, fingers creeping up the back of his neck and into the slicked back hair that isn’t covered by his signature cap. arvin kisses back in no time, arms slipping around to hold you by your waist.

the two of you break apart after a few moments, each gazing into the other’s eyes with only pure love and adoration for one another.

love.

“how was your day, pretty lady?” arvin wonders, fingertips running up and down the small of your back. “everything go okay at the doctor’s?”

you’d gone in earlier for your yearly check-up appointment, during which you were given some wonderful news.

a baby russell is on the way.

you can tell from the hopeful look in arvin’s hazel eyes and the anxious way he nibbles on his lip that he’s waiting for you to say exactly that.

you’ve wanted a family of your own for ages, and you both felt the time was right to start one. so, you recently began trying to do so.

“more than okay,” you nod and grab arvin’s hands in your own. “it was… it was actually amazing. you’ll think so, too.”

arvin brings your hands to stay in between you two, lacing his fingers with yours.

“yeah? why’s that?” he nearly whispers to you.

you begin to slowly guide one of his hands down to your stomach. arvin exhales a laugh of disbelief, searching for your eyes.

“we did it, arvin,” you speak softly. “you’re gonna be a dad.”

arvin takes off his cap and tosses it beside him, dropping to his knees with glossy eyes. he glances up at you, a stray tear slipping down his cheek as he gently places both hands over your stomach.

“i’m gonna be a dad,” he echoes, shaking his head. a toothy grin paints his lips. “you’re gonna be a mom… the best there ever was.”

he peppers your stomach in kisses, making you giggle and tear up yourself. arvin stands back up and draws you into a big hug. his face is hidden in the side of your neck, your fingers smoothing through his locks as the pair of you cry the happiest of tears.

“i love you so goddamn much, y/n. gonna love our little one just the same,” he promises, arms loosely snaked around you.

he leaves a tender kiss on your shoulder, you cupping the back of his head in your palm.

“i know you will, baby. i love you, too.”

[thechangeling]

Oh love, I'm sorry if I smothered you

Cw: Brief mention of self harm and mentions of self injurious stimming. If you want to skip the mention of self harm, skip the second paragraph. Emotional dysregulation and a suicidal ideation mention.

Title is from the song Smother by Daughter

As soon as Kit leaves Blackthorn Hall, Ty nearly suffocates under the weight of the quiet. Kit's final awkward words to him ring in his mind on a loop. He wants to scream, even just to break the silence. To pull his hair out, to chew off his hands, rip and tear at flesh until he finds peace. He just needs to do something to release this feeling inside of him. This paralyzing, burning agony.

His skin boils underneath his hoodie. Everything is too hot, too disgusting. He wants to rip it all off, to shed his skin like a snake. God he hates this body. He always has. With it's damp, sticky warm skin, gangly limbs and tender bloodied heart.

He wishes he could just leave it behind.

Distantly he registers Livvy talking to him, asking him if he's alright, but he just ignores her. There was just no way Ty could form the words to speak to his sister. To say anything coherent at all. Instead his gaze falls to the kitchen drawer that holds the steak knives. He fights against the all-consuming urge to open a vein with one of those knives.

Ty remembers what Alyssa had told him the last time she found him in a similar state of distress, ready to end it all.

Breathe deep. In through your nose and out through your mouth. This feeling will not last forever. It will not have power over you forever. It will pass.

Ty closes his eyes and attempts to ride out the waves. But all he can think about is Kit's face when he saw him again. Cold and hostile.

What are you doing here? he had asked. Alyssa will be furious when he tells  her. The sheer audacity of him to demand an explanation for being in his own ancestral family home. Ty tries to summon that same anger. The blinding fury and hatred was so much easier than this, this heartbreak. It was comforting.

But it will not come. All he can feel is pain.  It's as though there is something inside of him, burrowing and tearing at his heart, feasting on the flesh. Ty feels everything and it is undefinable. To sort through the noise and the chaos would be impossible.

Amongst the buzzing in his head and the ringing in his ears, Ty has a distant thought.

Is this what love is supposed to feel like?

Livvy floats closer towards him, "Ty please talk to me," she begs.

He doesn't want to talk to Livvy. Livvy won't. understand. No one would. He feels something cool against his wrist and realizes he has been digging his fingernails into his wrist hard enough to draw blood. 

Why can't he just cry like a normal person?

Kit's voice rang in his head.

No. Not now.

It had taken everything in him not to beg. To fall to his knees and plead for Kit to forgive him. Or maybe he should have asked what he need to do to earn Kit's forgiveness. Ty's always so much better when he has a task to complete.

But what about Ty's forgiveness? Did Kit even care about that? Does anyone?

Aly. Of course.

He would've gone to her. Only she was currently in New York visiting her family and he doesn't think the Reyes' would take to kindly to him showing up at their door.

He collapses down onto the kitchen floor, resting his back against the table. He finds the pain is starting to drain out of his insides, leaving him numb and apathetic. Livvy stares at him from above, her eyes full of concern, a slight crinkle between her eyebrows. It's the same one she gets when she's worried about him.

And she's always worried about him. Not that she doesn't have a reason to be.

Ty sighs. "I can't do this anymore Liv. It's just too much."

Livvy tilts her head to the side slightly. "Do what exactly?"

Ty gestures vaguely. "This! Any of this! It's too much. It just hurts."

Livvy looks confused for a moment, then her eyes widened. "Ty please, you don't want your life to be over believe me!"

Ty rapidly shakes his head. "No, I would never do that Livvy, we have no way of knowing what my death would do to you. I would never take that kind of risk."

And Ty would never leave his twin. Not after everything he has done so that they could be together.

It seems his words do little to comfort her though. Livvy stares at him stone faced, as if she's waiting for him to say more. "Don't you value your own life?

Ty bites his lip. "Sometimes. It depends."

"On what?"

Ty laughs humourlessly as he realizes he has no idea. The wound on his wrist has cauterized and the blood is dry. He licks it off his wrist and Livvy wrinkles her nose at him. The gesture feels reminiscent of their younger years as twins when things were simpler.

Not that things were ever very simple.

"I don't know." He fixes his gaze on a spot in the wallpaper that has a slight imperfection in it. One of the miniature roses is missing a leaf. He stares at it absentmindedly as he flicks his fingernails.

"Sometimes when my brain is so utterly enamored with something, or someone, I just become so euphoric." He tries to not let his voice crack as he says the word "someone."

"It's almost as if I forget every bad thing I have ever experienced and I just float in that feeling of bliss, and I always think it's going to last forever." Ty scowls. "But then it doesn't. It doesn't, and that elation becomes crushing despair and I drown in it."

Livvy nods sympathetically. "Yeah I remember. You've always kinda been like that. I remember you punching that mirror after dad died and I remember you throwing your toys clear across the room when Helen sent word that she was staying in Italy longer than we expected." She reaches for her hair and begins to fiddle with it. A habit even death hasn't been able to get rid of.

Ty stares down at smooth opaque tile. It's remarkably well kept considering how old this building is. He wonders how many generations of Blackthorns have walked across it. How many of them sat exactly where he was sitting now?

Ty wonders if any of them were as much of a mess as he is.

"But I also remember the way you were when Kit first came to the institute." Ty flinches, but Livvy continues. "I remember the look on your face when he told you he wanted you to give him his first rune. You always get high with the highs and low with the lows."

Ty knows that's true, but he really doesn't want to think about Kit right now.

"I remember the way I was a little jealous because it felt like he was stealing you away from me."

Ty shakes his head, directing his gaze back to her. "Nobody could ever replace you Liv. You're priceless."

Livvy gives him a look. "And I appreciate that Ty, but did you really have to prove it by dragging my essence back from beyond the grave?"

A jolt goes through his chest like a dagger, spreading hurt everywhere like locus. "What are you saying?" He hates how weak his voice sounds. "You don't want to be here with me?"

Is the one person he always thought he could rely on ever since the day he was born about to betray him?

Livvy closes her eyes for a moment before opening them again. "Ty I love you. Of course I want to be here with you." Ty can see the tension in every muscle in her body as she clenches her fists shut. "But you never asked me what I wanted. You just brought me back because it was what you wanted."

Ty recoils in fury, glaring at his sister. "So you would rather be dead than have to spend an eternity with me? Is that what you're saying?"

Livvy purses her lips in annoyance. "No Ty, that's not what I said."

But Ty isn't listening anymore.

"Alyssa wouldn't mind," he childishly throws in her face.

She laughs coldly. "That girl values her autonomy and independence more than anything else. She may love you, and lets face it enables the fuck out of you but make no mistake Ty-Ty, if you try to put a collar on that wolf, she will bite your head off."

Ty jumps to his feet, fuled by adrenaline and rage. "Enable? Is that what you call being  there for me? Sticking up for me? I thought you were on my side!"

Somewhere in the depths of his brain where logic still lives, he knows he's being unfair and Livvy probably has a point. But in this moment all he can feel is abandoned and threatened.

Livvy shakes her head. "Ty there are no sides. There's no clear right or wrong person here. You both fucked up. And just because I love you doesn't mean I won't tell you when I think you're wrong."

Ty's nostrals flare. "Leave me alone."

"Ty!" she protests.

Without thinking, he grabs whatever is nearest and heavy, a vase on the table, and throws it directly at her. It just goes straight through her and breaks apart against the wall, shattered glass flying everywhere.

Livvy groans. "Now look what you did!"

"I told you to go!" Ty shouts.

"Yeah? What are you gonna do throw some more vases at me? I'm translucent!"

Ty hisses at her. Something he hadn't done since he was a child. "I'll exorcise you, and then you can be dead, really dead this time. Is that what you want?"

Instantly he knows he went too far when he sees the wounded look on her face. She almost looks afraid. Instantly the rage starts to die down and all he is left with was regret.

Livvy gulps. "Fine. If you want to be left alone. I'll go."

Ty shakes his head. "Livvy wait! I'm sorry!"

But she's already disappeared.

The silence is deafening.

///////////

Ty has no sense of how many hours it had been when Jules finds him later. He's sitting in the same spot he had been before, staring aimlessly at the wall. The vase still lay in peices on the floor.

Julian sighs as he observes the scene in front of him.

"So I see you won the fight against the evil vase."

Ty scowls. "Don't mock me Jules. I'll clean it up later."

Julian's eyes soften. "I'm not mocking you Ty, I understand. I know sometimes you just need to break something. I feel like that sometimes too."

It's not the same, Ty wants to say. Because Julian and Dru, or whoever might feel that way sometimes, but he's the one who always losing himself like this. Ty is the one who can't control his emotions.

Ty's the one whose broken.

He knows Alyssa would kill him if she heard him say that. But he just can't help but feel this way sometimes, when everything goes wrong.

Jules crouches down beside him. "Is this about Kit?"

Ty flinches as he tries to ignore the twisting in his chest. "Please Julian I don't want to talk about it."

Julian's hand finds it's way into his hair and Ty relaxes into the feeling of nails on his scalp. "It's ok," he coos. "I understand. It's gonna be ok."

Ty wonders if he really does. If his brother knows by now how he's horribly in love with Kit Herondale. He wonders if everyone knows.

"Hey," Julian's voice brings him back to himself. "Come with me ok?" He stands up, offering his hand to Ty.

"Where are we going?" Ty asks, allowing Jules to pull him up.

"You'll see."

///////////////

Julian leads him out of the building into the woods behind Blackthorn Hall.  The sun is starting to go down and Ty has to be careful not to trip over any rocks or roots. If it were anyone else, he might be a little concerned they were leading him to his death.

They walk deeper into the woods until Ty can no longer see Blackthorn Hall. Then suddenly Julian stops and turns to face him. Ty can barely make out his face in the darkness.

"After the dark war, things were really hard for me," Julian confesses. "I was twelve years old and had just killed my father to save myself and my siblings."

"I remember," Ty grumbles. He really isn't quite sure how this is supposed to make him feel better.

"I was responsible for all of you and I had to do it all on my own. Emma tried to help but you were my siblings. My responsibility." He sighs, running a hand over his face. "Sometimes the stress got to be so overwhelming I couldn't take it anymore. So I would go down to the beach at night and just scream."

Ty cocks his head to the side. "Scream?"

"Yeah. Scream. Just let it all out. I think it might help you. At least a little."

Ty pauses. He supposes it's worth a shot. He tries to summon the energy to let out a deafening yell. He thinks about Kit. That day at Lake Lynn. He thinks about Annabel stabbing Livvy with the mortal sword. Trying to bring Livvy back.

Not if you do this Ty.

No. Not now.

You never asked me what I wanted.

I love you Ty. I love you.

He didn't want to say goodbye to you.

You don't know what you've done.

You only thought of yourself.

I wish I had never known you.

Ty screams.

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[lacelynpage]

Hi! So I imagine Moriarty as the more jealous type, but how would he react if his partner becomes jealous of someone? Fluff please! 🥰 Thank you

Now Pet~ James Moriarty x reader

Summery: You and Jim Moriarty are long standing partners in more then just crime. you have never really been the jealous one till a Russian office makes a few moves on your man. Jim knows just what to say to let you know you are the only one for him.

Word count: 712

Warnings: Nothing much but some fluff for a lovely mutual!

A/N: Here you go hun! I hope it was something like what you were thinking. its kind of short but I saw the idea and I just had to write it! Enjoy everyone!

Your blood boiled. Your skin crawled. You felt as though you would tear through this mask of calm at any moment and rip the head off of the insolent little wretch who thought she could touch your Jim. The beautiful ballroom you stood in faded from view as you stared at the pair on the dance floor. Jim held the blonde haired woman close to his chest, one hand resting on her back while the other held her hand tightly. He smiled and she laughed at something he said. As a high ranking Russian official she made a useful ally but that didn't stop you from hating her. She thought she could step in and take your Jim away from you as easily as she had done before. Not to your Jim.

You crossed the room once the song had ended. Jim met your eyes with their normal glint to them. The woman turned round to see what had caught the eye of the man she desired. You stare daggers at her.

“I do believe this next dance is mine,” you smiled at Jim and he stepped towards you.

“The pleasure would be all mine, Pet.” The blonde rolled her eyes and sulked off. a triumphant feeling spread over you. The string quartet began again and the dance started. You relaxed as you felt the familiar warmth of Jim's body tight against yours. The way his hand pressed into your lower back and held you firm made you melt. The side of your head rested against his cheek as you both moved through the steps. He hummed a little in your ear.

“Now Pet, if I didn't know you better I might think you were jealous,” he sang the last word or so, drawing it out and making you roll your eyes. 

“I am nothing of the sort,” You retorted a little too quickly. Jim laughed,

“Well then I suppose I will go dance with our new friend.” he began to pull away but you held him in place. “Ohhh,” Jim giggled, “So you are jealous.” He sounded practically thrilled. “Now, Sweets, we both know that's my job in this arrangement.” he danced you both off the floor then began to pull you away from the crowd. 

“Jim, what are you doing?” the question slipped from your lips as you made it out of the large room. He only smiled and ducked into a door to the right. It lead to a large office with towering windows and lush furnishings. The door closed behind you. Jim’s arms snaked around your waist as he pulled you against his chest once more. The warmth of his breath in your ear made your skin prickle. 

“Now pet,” he whispered, “were you scared that mean Russian woman was going to take me away?” he said it in an almost mocking tone. As if he were speaking to a child. You sighed and traced your fingers along his arm,

“Well I knew she was at least trying,” you felt his chest shake as he laughed. He turned you in his arms, still holding you close but looking you in the eyes.

“Ohh Sweets,” he said with a tint of mischief in his eyes, “why would I ever leave a dazzling creature such as yourself?” He took your hands and released you, looking over you with an approving gaze. You smiled and pulled him back to you. “If it makes you feel better, Pet, she can be dead by morning.” his voice went up in pitch as he spoke and he began to pull out his phone. 

“No darling, not yet, we can at least make use of the wretched little thing first.” you smirked. Jim laughed,

“Ohh you're bad, you are.” he said in his adorable accent before pulling you into a passionate kiss. Making you melt into him before he pulled away and stepped back.” Now pet, we have a government to blackmail!” you laughed at the way he threw his hands up before opening the door. You both left the room and returned to the party. That blonde woman still pined after Jim but he took care not to give her a moment of his time. The rest of the evening was a perfect success.

[kelieah]

Tom taking care of a tired and frustrated you, like him cuddling u or showering u with kisses or practically babying you n eventually u fall asleep in his lap with your head in his neck n he carries u to bed, just very fluffy fluffy!! 💙

just us (tom holland x reader)

word count: 1.3k

warnings: fluuffff, mentions of sex, language, tom being a div

edited: kind of a shitty ending, and kinda rushed agh, sorry 

a/n: love this ideaaa, just going to somehow tie in the reader’s birthday into this hehe

tom holland masterlist

Last year, Tom planned a big birthday party for you, inviting your friends, his friends, coworkers, and family. It was crazy. Personally, you hated being in the spotlight so although you appreciated his efforts, you didn’t enjoy yourself as much as you wanted to. So this year, you’ve been trying hard to avoid the topic of plans for your birthday. You also really hoped no one would plan a surprise birthday party.

You wake up to the sight of Tom walking into your bedroom, with a stack of pancakes and a candle in the middle. His face is painted with excitement and warmth, and you couldn’t help but smile at the sight. “Happy birthday, sleepyhead,” he whispers and sits down next to you, leaning in to kiss your cheek.

You smile tiredly and look at the plate of food, tearing up at how cutely decorated it is. “Tommy,” you sniffle and pout at him.

“Oh, baby,” he laughs and places the plate aside, pulling you into his arms.

After he picked you up and brought you to the kitchen to eat breakfast, the two of you began to get ready for the day. You let out a quiet sigh as you smoothed down your dress against your body, your mind swirling with thoughts about whether or not you should be honest to Tom about the big parties and all.

“I heard that sigh,” you hear Tom come up from behind you and snake his arms around your waist. He rests his chin on your shoulder and glances at you in the mirror, “Are you okay?”

You nod and place your hands on top of his, swaying with him as he hugs you close. “Perfectly okay.”

“I’ve known you for how many years?” he asks rhetorically and raises an eyebrow for dramatic effect. Accepting your silence as an answer, he nods and confirms it himself, “Right, five years and you think I don’t know you well? I’m honestly offended love.”

“Shut up,” you groan and tilt your head back, looking up at him as he gazes down at you. “I’m just tired, that’s all.”

“I have a feeling I know what’s upsetting you,” he brings his hands down to your waist and squeezes it.

“Well, then what is it?” you huff.

“I actually didn’t know I was just bluffing to see if you’re really upset,” he admits sheepishly as you gape at him. “Now I know! Babe, what’s wrong?” he holds up his hands in defeat and lets go of you.

You grumble quietly at the loss of his touch and shrug, turning to face him. “I was joking. I’m just tired.”

“You slept for ten hours,” he points out.

You send him a glare, “Because you fucked me all day yesterday.”

“Valid point,” he nods and purses his lips, laughing as you groan loudly with frustration. He follows you as you rush off to your bedroom, “Darling, you know I’m only teasing. Come on, it’s your birthday. I want you to be able to do whatever you want to do. If you want to sleep all day, so be it.”

“Oh really?” you amuse and turn back around while plopping down onto your mattress.

“Yes, really,” he stands in front of you, holding out his hands for you to grasp.

Reluctantly, you hold his hands and look into his eyes, noticing how he is desperately trying to read you. “I’m sorry,” you bring your lips to the back of his hand. “I really am tired, but it’s no excuse to be a bitch.”

“You’re not being a bit—”

“In all honesty, I just really am not looking forward to having a big party.”

“Who said we’re doing that?” he interrupts causing you to give him a deadpanned stare.

“I know you well too. It’s not much of a surprise when I can hear you planning in the closet. You’re not that sly, Holland,” you feel a smirk grow onto your lips.

He scoffs, still trying to dismiss your accusations. “I don’t know what you’re talking about. Honey, if you don’t wanna have a big party or a party at all, we don’t have to. Like I said, we can do whatever you want. Even if you just want the entire to yourself, just let me know,” he lifts you up and pulls you close to him.

You eye him suspiciously and drape your arms over his shoulders, “So, you’re basically telling me now that there’s no big surprise party being prepared this minute?”

“Nope,” he smiles at you confidently and tucks a hair behind your ear. “Your day is free.”

You feel all the weights lift off your shoulder and you let out a quiet satisfied sigh. You lean your forehead against his chest and press your lips together. “I just want to spend the day with you and you only. Well, maybe a bunch of food too, but you know. Just us.”

“Yeah, I know,” he chuckles lightly and presses a long, tender kiss on the top of your head. “That sounds perfect, how about we go for lunch or order in. Watch some movies, maybe go to the park and when the sun settles, we could cook a meal together? Then maybe take a bath together, drink some wine, have some fun, and then sleep?” he plans out the rest of the day in one sentence and you tear up at the thought.

“That sounds absolutely perfect. Thank you,” you bring your head back up to meet his face and peck his lips.

“Always, I’ll go grab the keys?” he smiles and kisses you a bit longer, cupping the side of your face.

“Mhm, lemme go grab my coat and stuff.”

And you two did exactly what he planned, all the way to have some fun that results in the both of you not sleeping, yet.

“So much for a bath,” you stifle a laugh, sitting down on the side of the tub as your legs tremble from the previous activities.

He grins and goes down on his knees, wiping you dry. “Hey, nothing wrong with having the fun a little bit earlier.”

“Mm, true. But now I’m really tired,” you slip on the pajamas he hands you.

He puts on his boxers and laughs in response, “I bet. Wanna be carried to bed?” 

You nod eagerly and hold out your arms, “Yes, please.”

He kisses your forehead and swoops you up easily, bringing you towards the bed you both share. He places you down and slides in next to you, wrapping his arms around you to hold you close.

You shift around to get comfortable and soon drape your leg over his, your hand also resting on his bare chest. “Thank you, for today,” you murmur lazily, drawing gentle shapes into his skin. He hums quietly and caresses your skin as well, dragging his hand along your shoulders to your jaw.

“Always, just talk to me next time. Okay? Don’t want you wallowing in self-doubt and stuff,” he whispers and cups your face to kiss you all over repeatedly. 

You giggle and nod in agreement, then turning around to become the smaller spoon. He smiles and inhales your addicting scent, feeling himself becoming drowsy and tired. He eventually falls asleep and before you could, you hear his phone go off on your bedside, the light brightening up the room a bit. You sit up slightly to glance over and make sure it’s nothing important, but your jaw drops once you see the messages from Harrison.

‘How was your day mate?’

‘We were able to cancel the reservation and tell everyone who was invited about the last minute change of plans’

‘All of her gifts are at my place though.... so figure that out too lol’

‘Pretty sure your busy ;)’

‘But seriously text or call me back when you can div, the caterers just dropped off all the food that was ordered at my place’

‘It’s like a bloody mall in here’ 

You let out a quiet gasp as you read the messages and eventually slide back into Tom’s embrace, knowing damn well you were right from the very beginning.

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[the-iceni-bitch]

I’m the One to Blame

Pairing: Paul Diskant x DA fem!Reader, mentions of Andy Barber x DA fem!Reader (part 2 of Queen Bitch series)

Words: ~2.2k

Summary: Fucking you only made him hate you more.

Warnings: explicit language, explicit sexual content (fingering, unprotected vaginal sex, hate sex, rough sex, slight choking, cream pie, degradation, semi-public sex), cheating, everyone is an asshole except poor Andy, heavy misogyny, SMUT!!! 18+ ONLY!!!

A/N: I’m just a bad person I guess? I’m just gonna give a blanket apology for my infidelity kink, this kinda got away from me and it’s just gonna get worse.

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As soon as you heard the not guilty verdict you should’ve known what was coming. The growls and rumbling coming from the crowd of cops seated behind you was your cue to get out of there, not wanting to wait around for the inevitable blame game where those dumbasses decided that the scumbag got off because you were a meddling bitch and not because none actually wanted to put in the work to make a case.

It had been almost two months of this shit. You hadn’t even wanted to press this case; the evidence was circumstantial and you were 75 percent sure Ludlow had intimidated at least two of the defense witnesses out of testifying. But then the assholes had gone over your head and your boss basically told you to try the case they gave you and not listening when you told him the jury wasn’t going to swallow it.

Of course they didn’t swallow it. And of course it was your fault. God forbid those lazy bastards do their fucking jobs. You could feel all their ire focusing on you as you started to move towards the door, your eyes meeting Diskant’s as he glared at you while Ludlow ranted at him. Sometimes you wondered if he was as big of a piece of shit as his partner, or if he was just a fucking idiot.

Paul felt his blood starting to boil as he watched you storm out of the courtroom, his jaw clenched so tight he was worried he might snap something. The way your gaze just slid over him like he was nothing made him even angrier, and the way your hips swayed in that tight little dress just served to remind him how goddamn frustrated he was. He couldn’t believe Andy actually let you go to court dressed like that.

He hated that every time he saw you all he could think about was that night at the Bell. He still couldn’t believe his fiancée had bought that the marks you left on him were from a struggle with a perp. Thoughts of how warm and wet you were around him had started bleeding into his mind at inopportune times, and the memory only made him angrier.

Ludlow was still ranting about you when Paul rose from the bench and followed after you, the last thing he heard being his partner talk about how he should give that cunt a piece of his mind. He spotted you heading towards the bathroom and strode after you, growling under his breath about how you kept fucking up his life.

You jumped a little when the bathroom door slammed open, rolling your eyes when you saw Diskant fuming at you through the mirror.

“You draw the short straw, Diskant?” You could see his teeth grinding and it made you smirk. “Go on, lay it on me.”

“You threw it, didn’t you?” He ran his hand over his face as he watched you bend over the sink, telling himself to keep his eyes off your ass as you washed your hands. “You got all pissy your boss made you do your job, and you tanked the case just to be a cunt?”

“Fuck you, Diskant.” You felt your hackles go up when he moved closer. “I do my fucking job. I’m sick of taking all the shit for when you assholes fuck up these cases, grow up.”

“I’m so sick of your fucking mouth.” He stepped forward and pressed his chest to your back, bracing his hands on either side of your body as he growled into your hair. “Every time you open it I just want to shove something in there to shut you the fuck up.”

“No, get off.” You gasped when when he ran a hand up your arm until he could curl it around your throat, tilting your head back so he could scrape his teeth over your jaw. “Paul, we’re not doing this again.”

“You telling me you don’t want it?” He snarled against your neck as he pushed you even closer to the sink, the marble edge cutting into your hips painfully while he other hand trailed down your hip to drag up your skirt.

You wanted it so bad it was making you sick. Every day you were filled with self loathing from the moment Andy kissed you awake until you sank into your bed in a tangle of limbs after he made soft, reverent love to you. But he never fucked you like Paul had the night of your stupid mistake, and when your core still ached as you laid awake against Andy’s chest while he slept deeply, all you could think about was Paul’s thick cock splitting you apart until you almost screamed. And you hated him for it.

“Nothing to say, princess?” Your lip curled at him in a low growl when he sneered at you through the mirror, hissing when he finally wrenched your skirt up around your waist and teased his fingers under the edge of your lace panties. “Tell you what, if you’re not already soaked like a fucking whore, I’ll stop.”

“Ow, bastard!” You tried to turn around and slap him when he literally ripped your panties off you, the breaking elastic snapping against your skin with a sting, but then he was dipping two fingers into your center and stroking your walls slowly so all you could do was whine.

“Knew it.” You heard the clink of his belt under his low chuckle, arching your back when you felt his freed cock slap against the curve of your ass and spreading your legs as slick leaked from around his fingers and coated the inside of your thighs. “Just love to play the stuck up bitch, but this pussy fucking weeps for me. Sick of your fucking teasing, you goddamn slut.”

“Shut up and just fuck me.” You braced your hand against the mirror and moaned when he finally slid inside you, screwing your eyes closed and swallowing thickly when he started slamming his hips into you.

“Fucking bitch.” He slapped your ass hard when you turned and snarled at him, groaning when you clenched tight around him in response and digging his fingers into your hip as he spread your cheeks apart to watch his shiny cock plunge into you.

He was rabid, barely any rhythm to his thrusts as he grunted with each push of his hips. The slap of his hips against your ass and the lewd, wet sloshes of your pussy sucking him back in filled the empty bathroom with your grunts and moans. One of his hands snaked up to yank the front of your dress open and pull out your tits, pinching and pulling at your nipples until you were mewling for him.

You slammed your palm against the mirror when he curled over you and started biting at your neck, not even able to care that he was leaving marks all over you since you were so lost in your pleasure. The hand that was digging into your hip slid between your legs and you had to bite your cheek to keep from screaming, rolling your ass to meet his vicious thrusts while he started circling your clit harshly with the tips of his fingers.

“That’s right, come all over my cock like the fucking whore you are.” His breath was hot on your neck as he kept fucking you like an animal, and you avoided looking in the mirror as if not seeing his face would mean this wasn’t happening. “God, you’re so fucking tight. He ever make you come like this?”

“Shut up.” Your body vibrated around him when he bent his knees and slammed his cock over your g-spot, your legs almost giving out as pleasure roared through your veins and you fought the urge to scream at him. The last thing you wanted was for him to bring up Andy right now.

“He doesn’t, does he? Because he doesn’t treat you like the filthy fucking bitch you are.” He pulled you upright so he could sneer at you in the mirror, your wild eyes meeting his and widening as you took in your completely wrecked state, your makeup smeared and bruises all over your neck while you arched your bare breast into his hand. “But I know, and if I have to fuck you like a dirty slut to get you to quit being a fucking cunt, I’m gonna do it.”

“God, fuck you, Diskant.” You reached back and dug your nails into his neck, grinning wickedly when he hissed at you raising sharp red welts in his skin. “So fucking worried about me, when you’re the one who’s trailing after me like a kicked dog. That sweet little fiancée not keeping you satisfied?”

“Shut the fuck up.” He shoved three fingers in your mouth when you laughed at him, groaning into your hair when he felt you flutter around him again.

Drool started leaking down your chin as Paul pressed your tongue down and slid his fingers towards the back of your mouth, making you gag. You could feel his rhythm starting to grow frantic, the force of his thrusts crashing your hips into the edge of the sink until you were sure you were going to have bruises. He gripped your knee with his free hand and pushed it up until it was resting against the cool marble of the sink, opening you up so he could hit you even deeper and forcing you to brace both hands against the mirror to maintain your balance.

A thin whine escaped around his fingers when he ground into you at the perfect angle, your toes curling in your pumps as you spasmed violently and your release gushed out around him and soaked his thighs. Paul’s hips finally stopped moving when he shot his thick cum inside you, shoving himself as deep as possible as his cock twitched in his release and he buried his face in your neck to muffle his roar.

He surprised you by grabbing your hair at the roots and turning your head so he could smash his lips against yours, tangling his tongue with yours until you couldn’t breathe then growling when you shoved him off you.

“Don’t fucking touch me.” You hissed when he pulled your skirt down over your hips unceremoniously, turning to snarl at him as you shoved your tits back into your bra and started to do your dress back up. “You’re an asshole, you know that?”

“Jesus Christ, fuck off.” He tucked himself back into his slacks and redid his fly as he watched you try to straighten yourself out, a massive undertaking with how fucked out you looked. “Next time I’m gonna fuck that bitch mouth so I don’t have to listen to that fucking voice.”

“There’s no next time.” You turned back around and grabbed some paper towels to clean the mess you two had made between your thighs. “There shouldn’t have been a this time, fuck.” You splashed some water on your face and wiped off your smeared makeup before grabbing a scarf and winding it around your neck to cover the marks he’d left on you. “I’m not doing this again.”

“You’re a fucking liar.” He wrapped his hand around your arm and pulled you into his chest, ignoring your growl as he scraped his teeth over the curve of your cheek. “You want this, you fucking need it. Otherwise you would’ve locked the door when you saw me coming.”

Your full armed slap caught him off guard, sending him staggering across the floor as you gave a satisfied sneer. He stared daggers at you when you strode past him to collect your purse, grumbling wordlessly as you prowled towards the door without sparing a glance for him.

“Wait five minutes before following me, bastard.”

“I’ll see you next time you fucking bitch.” He wiped his mouth on the back of his hand before leaning against the wall and waiting for some time to pass so he wouldn’t arouse suspicion. “Hope you have a good time at lunch with Barber while my cum’s leaking down your thighs.”

You glared at him over your shoulder before heading back out to the hall, trying to hold back tears when you saw Andy waiting for you outside of his courtroom. Somehow you managed to return the smile he was giving you, hating yourself when you let him press his lips to your forehead softly before he was guiding you out of the courthouse and asking where you wanted to go for lunch. You pointedly ignored Paul walking out of the bathroom, his icy stare following after you as he rubbed his hand over the scratches you’d left on his neck.

“What the fuck happened to you?” Shit, Ludlow must have waited for him. “You look like you got in a fight with a wildcat.”

“Nothing happened, I’m just sick of that fucking cunt.” He relaxed when the man just snorted in agreement, tuning out his ranting as he thought about what it would be like to fuck your throat until you couldn’t talk anymore.