#i put too many seeds maybe. they exploded. they spilled out over the sides of the little fence they were behind

[albatris]

y'all remember those flowers I planted

[inagetawaycarxo]

NSFW A-Z | Thor Odinson

 A/N: Requests for marvel are open!!!

A = Aftercare (What they’re like after sex)

Thor is such a snugglebug after sex, he likes to pull you close to his body, wrapping his arms around you and hugging you tightly, sometimes you remind him that you can’t breathe which he loosens his grip.

Your head would rest on his chest, tracing his muscles and abs, which soothes him.

You’s two will normally talk about anything. He likes to praise you after woods telling you how good you are or good girl.

Thor likes to play/twirl your hair, while you’s two talk and leave light kisses on your forehead + the top of your head

After a while of hugging, he will then clean you up, run you a bath, get you a glass of water, even something to eat if you are hungry.

If he does see a bruise he will kiss it lightly. Also if he sees a love bite he will carefully trace it with his fingertips smirking at the bruise. B = Body part (Their favourite body part of theirs and also their partner’s)

His hair, I’m kidding though he does love his hair. He spends more time brushing it then you do with your own hair. {Well that was when he had long hair}

He does love his arms, he likes to flex them in front of you.

Thor loves every part of your body, it is really hard for him to choose just one. He loves your eyes, they are so captivating, he also loves your lips they are so irresistible and kissable. He loves your hips, stomach, hair, every part of your body, your collarbones, he loves to leave love bites on your collarbones. He definitely loves your ass and boobs. He loves grabbing onto them as he fucks you. C = Cum (Anything to do with cum basically… I’m a disgusting person)

Thor loves to cum down your throat and in your mouth, seeing you swallow his cum is just so sexy and hot to him.

His favourite place to cum is inside of you, his warm seed filling your pussy up. He loves to watch his cum drip out of your pussy as he pulls out.

Thor loves it when you cum in his mouth or his fingers. He will lick it or suck it off his fingers while staring at you.

D = Dirty Secret (Pretty self explanatory, a dirty secret of theirs)

Thor is actually a total sub in bed, he loves it when you take control and ride him. Or when you tie him up and have your way with him. He definitely loves it when you dominate him in bed. E = Experience (How experienced are they? Do they know what they’re doing?)

Thor definitely has experience, he knows how to pleasure you. Though he does learn new tricks and techniques.

F = Favourite Position (This goes without saying. Will probably include a visual)

Missionary; he loves to be able to hover above you and watch the facial expressions and reactions you make as he is fucking you/or making love to you.

Doggy style; Thor loves fucking you from behind, he loves to grab your hair, or the back of your neck, or throat either one, his hand resting on your hip as he thrust into you, he even smacks your ass with every thrust.

He also likes it when you ride him too, he loves it when you take control and dominate him. Moving up and down on his length, your boobs bouncing, he can’t help but cup them, bringing them closer to his mouth and sucking on your nipple, he also likes to massage them as well. Your hands rest on his chest or gripping his shoulders, while you throw head back. G = Goofy (Are they more serious in the moment, or are they humorous, etc)

He is serious in bed though he does get a tiny bit goofy, giggling and being very awkward H = Hair (How well groomed are they, does the carpet match the drapes, etc.)

He doesn’t really shave it but he does keep it maintained down there. I = Intimacy (How are they during the moment, romantic aspect…) 

He likes to set the mood when you’s two are having sex, putting rose petals on the bed, lighting candles, soft music playing in the background he also likes to kiss you a lot when he is fucking you or making love to you. He will either kiss your neck, your collarbones, your lips, your back, or the back of your neck. He loves having you close to his body as well. J = Jack Off (Masturbation headcanon)

Thor doesn’t really jack off, he prefers your mouth around his cock or he prefers to be inside you, jerking off just doesn’t feel the same as your mouth or your pussy.

However, if he can’t get to you or he is away or you are away then he will jack off, picturing you naked as he jerks himself off. K = Kink (One or more of their kinks

Definitely loves it when you call him lord and daddy.

Praising kink, he loves it when you praise him while he is pleasuring you, especially when he is inside of you.

He loves watching you masturbate.

Rough sex, light bondage, roleplay, dominance {whether it is you or him}. L = Location (Favourite places to do the do)

Basically the bedroom, he likes privacy, so anywhere that is private he likes to fuck you/make love to you. Though he likes fucking you in asgard as well {before it exploded}, though in his bedchamber. He likes to fuck you on the bed and against the wall M = Motivation (What turns them on, gets them going)

You, anything seductive you do, even flirting/teasing, lap dances turn him on greatly. Calling him “daddy.” Or “My lord.”, licking/biting your lip, when you wear lingerie. N = NO (Something they wouldn’t do, turn offs)

He would ever use his powers on you, sexually or in any way, if he harmed you he wouldn’t be able to forgive himself, also he would never do something that would make you uncomfortable or cause you any harm/pain. Also, he would never do threesomes, he definitely does not want to share you with other people. O = Oral (Preference in giving or receiving, skill, etc)

Thor loves giving you oral, he loves pinning your hips down on the mattress or against a surface, his head buried in-between your legs as he eats you out like there is no tomorrow. He loves teasing you with his tongue as you writhe and tremble against him. He is definitely a pro at giving oral. Thor loves hearing you moan his name as he eats you out and it boasts his ego even more. One hand will slip away from your hips so he can rub your clit with his thumb.

When it comes to receiving. The second you wrap your lips around his shaft, his hands bury themselves in your hair, holding it into a ponytail, as you move your mouth up and down, sometimes licking the tip of his cock before going back to sucking him off, what brings him more to the edge is when you look up at him while sucking him off.

Thor loves to praise you when you give him a blowjob, mostly its “good girl.” Or “fuck you’re so good at this.”

Thor doesn’t hold his moans back either when you give him a blowjob.

He loves it when you swallow all his cum while looking at him, he can’t help but bend you over and fuck you until you can’t walk. P = Pace (Are they fast and rough? Slow and sensual? etc.) Thor is rough and fast, though he might surprise you and be slow and sensual, he is normally fast and rough, very rough.

Q = Quickie (Their opinions on quickies rather than proper sex, how often, etc.)

He prefers proper sex, he likes to take his time with pleasuring you. R = Risk (Are they game to experiment, do they take risks, etc.)

He doesn’t really like fucking you in public, so public sex is out of the question.

He takes risks on the battlefield but he definitely does not take them with yours and his sex life. He might try some new sex positions but that’s about all.

If you do want to experiment then he will never deny your request. As long as it doesn’t hurt you. S = Stamina (How many rounds can they go for, how long do they last…) he is a god he can go for days, though he stops when he sees that you are exhausted. You’s two go for hours.

T = Toy (Do they own toys? Do they use them? On a partner or themselves?) Thor isn’t fond of using sex toys. It doesn’t really bother him that you have them, but he would never use them on you or himself. Maybe some bondage toys like blindfolds and handcuff or restraints but other than that he ain’t interested in them.

U = Unfair (how much they like to tease)

Thor is the biggest tease you have ever meet. He loves foreplay.

He definitely loves to tease you in public as well.

He knows that when he licks his lips it turns you on.

He loves to tease your pussy as well, rubbing his fingers against the material of your undies, when he gets a moan from you he quickly pulls away. Or paying attention to every part of your body except for your wet core.

He defiantly loves to deny you of an orgasm. V = Volume (How loud they are, what sounds they make)

Thor has a very deep voice so whenever he makes a noise it’s always deep and very loud, he doesn’t hold back. He will moan, grunt, growl, groan and even give you compliments sometimes dirty talk. Mostly he says “fuck.” A lot and “you feel so good”. W = Wild Card (Get a random headcanon for the character of your choice)

Thor may tease you a lot, but you tease him even more. Especially in public.

Thor took a sip from his beer, nodding his head every so often at what Steve was saying, just as he put the glass down onto the coaster he felt a hand on his thigh, rubbing it softly, he quickly looked to his right side to see you smirking at him with a drink in your hand. His eyes quickly darted to his thigh then towards you, his breathing hitched in his throat as you slightly leaned forward to show your cleavage.

Thor quickly removed your hand from his thigh, saying a quick excuse me to Steve before dragging you into the corner.

Thor spun you around to face him, nearly spilling your drink in the process.

“What game are you playing?” he asked you, making you raise your eyebrow.

“I don’t know what you are talking about baby.” you spoke innocently, smirking at him then licking your lower lip, as you brought the glass to your lips and took a small sip of it.

“You know exactly what I’m talking about.” Thor growled, making you smirk.

“Maybe I do, maybe I don’t.” you hummed, taking a step closer to him until you were close to him.

You wrapped your free arm around the back of his neck, standing up on your tippy toes as you moved your head closer to his face Thor’s eyes fluttered closed as he puckered his lips waiting for your lips to press against his.

Just as your lips were about to touch you pulled away unwrapping your arm around his neck and taking a step, you let a chuckle, as Thor opened his eyes.

“What. Where do you think you are going, I command you to come back here and kiss me.” He stuttered out, as you took a sip of the alcohol… X = X-Ray (Let’s see what’s going on in those pants, picture or words)

Big and thick {I say about 8 inches} Y = Yearning (How high is their sex drive?)

It is so high, it is on overdrive, he is always in the mood for sex. Z = ZZZ (… how quickly they fall asleep afterwards)

He doesn’t really fall asleep fast he normally plays with your hair and stares at you a dorky smile on his lips as he daydreams about you.

[nautiscarader]

Tristeva and the number 23, Role Play!

()(ao3)(next>>)

prompt for anon, who was not so anonymous, and told me they wanted Tristepin and Eva engage in role play with damsel in distress and a knight rescuing her. I don’t want to brag, I liked this one the most. Hope you liked it:)

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- Y-You know, Eva, I-I didn’t have that on my mind… - Oh, really?

Evangelyne’s lips curled into a knowing, lecherous smile, as she watched her boyfriend’s face being filled with an odd tint of fear he hasn’t experienced properly yet. By now, Tristepin thought he would be all over Eva, pretending he has just rescued her, and she in return would be offering her virginity to the knight in shining armour that was strong and brave enough to defeat all the monsters to get to her.

He did not expect being chained to their bed.

Of course their night has started like he imagined; he was that knight, and she was that damsel, lying on her bed, waiting for him, dressed in a stunning, white dress that made their bedroom shine with reflected, angelic light. Tristepin kneeled in front of her, cupped her face and placed a single, kiss on her lips that woke her up at once.

- My knight! - she spoke, with an odd, sweet note in her voice - You are here! - I most certainly am, my fair Evangelyne. May I?

Pinpin took her hand and, as she nodded, placed another, soft kiss, looking into her deep, green, sparkling eyes. He only now realised she changed her hair slightly, truly making her look like a different person he could fall in love all over again.

- May I know your name? - Sir Tristepin de Percedal, but you are free to call me Tristepin. Or Pinpin, if you want. Or Sadlygrove, or Dally, I go by many names. - Maybe in a few weeks, when we know ourselves better. - she giggled, and her her face immediately straightened - But, are you certain you have defeated all the monsters? - I sure am, my love.

He nodded and placed another kiss, this time on her wrist.

- The Minotours? - I certainly sent them on a trip.

Another kiss made it to her lower arm.

- The Gorgons of the Zolla? - I cheesed them out.

One made its way to her upper arm.

- The Basilisk and Oreganoisk? - I powdered them up for good.

Evangelyne shivered when he kissed her shoulder, once before the strap of her dress, and second time passed it.

- But what about- - The puzzle? Solved it. Turned out I had to just press the plates with pictures of carriages on them. - Oh, my!

Evangelyne closed her arms around his neck and pulled him onto her, locking him in a deep, deep kiss, that robbed them of their breaths. He sneaked his ands underneath her, listening to her moans she was seeping into his mouth, while hers dealt with undoing what they counted as armour.

She suddenly broke their kiss and stared into his loving eyes, before shying away, as blush crept up on her cheeks.

- My brave knight… Tristepin… There is no shred of doubt you are the strongest. and most courageous… And you certainly know your way around women…

She swallowed, pretending her excitement and fear.

- I’m sure you know what will happen now, don’t you?

Tristepin looked down, noticing her naked leg sneaking up from her cut dress, exposing her beautiful skin.

- I… I do, Evangelyne. - he spoke - But only if you are ready for it. - Oh, I am! - she replied at once - I’ve been waiting far too long…

Tristepin sat up, tossed his cape to the ground, and kissed her again, this time with definite intent on moving down. And as his kisses trailed to her still clothed chest, he fumbled with his trousers, and when he looked up at her, her eyes widened, closed, and then opened again with curious spark, when she saw he was just in his boxers.

- Tristepin… Pinpin… - she whispered, spreading her arms and legs - I am yours.

Evangelyne let out a loud moan when she felt him all over her; his arms made it underneath her again, as she arched her back in an automatic, subconscious move. His kisses continued but this time, they were not soft and subtle, but ravenous and hungry. He looked up when he was about to pull her dress down, and only when she nodded impatiently, he did so, revealing a stunning lack of any bra on the fair Cra. Evangelyne cried again when two things happened at once; his lips closed around her nipple, while his hand pushed her dress down, sneaking to her thighs, fondling with what he thought would be her panties.

He looked at her with confusion, seeing a faint, frisky gleam in her eyes.

- Mhay wai? - Yes, yes you may.

She replied to him, still shaking from the caresses of his tongue, and waited until his fingers would reach her sex. Tristepin moved between her breasts, kissing each of her mounds with the same respect, but the moment his fingers made it to her crotch, Eva’s body writhed, and she let out a cry as her anticipation reached its peak, and in turn, nearly made her reach hers. But it was the feeling of his strong, skilled digits on her pussy that made Evangelyne truly lose herself in the pleasure, writhing underneath her lover, hastening his moves.

Tristepin continued peppering her chest, moving down her flat belly, guided by the heat and enticing smell, until he was presented with her immaculate pussy, glistening from the overflowing juices he has managed to produce so far with nothing but his kisses and touches.

- My-My brave knight - Evangelyne spoke breathlessly - Take it, my flower, as a reward for your bravery… - I shall do that.

He sat up once more, and pulled down his pants, listening to Evangelyne’s sudden pretence gasp, so theatrical she put her hands over her mouth.

- My knight, it-it is huge! - Evangelyne cried, feeling a deep, deep pang of satisfaction that she didn’t have to rehearse and fake that line. - Er, I think so, yes. - But-but why haven’t you started with it? Showing me your majestic manhood would have made me swoon for you at once! - Yeah, but you gotta start with a foreplay, don’t you?

She dived between her legs and unceremoniously closed his lips around her swollen clit, before moving his tongue up and down her lower lips. The effect was instantaneous; her legs quaked and writhed, and only thanks to his strong grip on them, her thighs hasn’t crushed his head. Evangelyne was babbling something, letting cry after cry, moaning what sounded like his name, while he kept his duty, licking as much of the odd, and icky but pleasant nectar that kept flowing out of her pussy. Though his moves were not very varied, it didn’t matter to Evangelyne; she arched her back again, and roaring his name crashed back onto the bed, coating his face with her juices in an exploding orgasm she did not expect that soon.

And just when he was about to emerge from between her legs, he heard her voice again, though not tired, or croaked, but filled with odd note of confidence.

- You are right, my knight. You started it, and I’ll end it.

Next thing he knew, Tristepin was lying on his back, his head in the legs of the bed, his arms sprawled, her breasts bouncing above his face like apis begging to be taken and eaten, but the two metallic clicks above his head told him something was not right.

- E-Eva?! - Oh, thank you, brave Tristepin, for proving your worth.

She spoke menacingly, as she straddled him, and turned around. For a split of a second, she graced him with the sight of her soaked pussy, mesmerising him just long enough so he wouldn’t react to another pair of cuffs around his ankles.

- E-Eva! - he loudly protested when his love faced him again. - Wha-what’s going on? - Don’t you see, my *brave knight*? - she stressed her last words - You have fallen into my trap. Damsel in distress, locked in a tower, surrounded by monsters, blah, blah, blah…

She laughed maniacally, exposing her teeth that suddenly looked more than ominous.

- I lure men like you here, just to test them. So many “knights” and “warriors” breeze through the enemies, just to get to their “reward”, the walking, talking pussy they just shove their cocks in…

Eva spoke with disgust, looking at Pinpin’s frightened face, and then at his cock that despite the situation never stopped being hard

- But you, you have done something better, you *asked* and *thought* and…

She crawled towards him, up to his cock, hearing his needy, wanting moans and the disappointment when she crawled past him, hovering against his face.

- …and you kissed. - she whispered, pressing her lips against his face in a less-than delicate fashion. - And that certainly is a trait I definitely want you to pass on.

Eva brushed her fingers against her flat belly.

- Shwdlnt Ai be fweee thwm? - No, you shouldn’t, I never said that freedom is the reward. - Eva spoke, brushing the cold metal around his wrists. - I vowed to only choose the man who would be able to satisfy me in a way I want, and only to him I’d grant the privilege of giving me his seed… But please, keep-keep talking, it-it makes it so much better…

She threw her head back as her hips began moving back and forth, and she listened to the muffled, surprised moans that kept spilling from Tristepin’s lips, directly into her needy pussy. She wasn’t sure if the Iop was saying anything, moaning, or begging for mercy, but whatever he was doing, it was undeniably effective. His tongue joined the party some time later, forcing the Cra to change her position slightly, just so she could experience the raw, wild muscle of his she was riding.  

And there she was again, writhing and wailing as she trashed furiously against his face, her hands pulling his bushy hair like reins, just to make her ride more bumpy. Evangelyne roared again, the walls of their house trembling as Pinpin’s name echoed between the walls when she flooded his mouth with her cum again and slumped to her side, giving him the chance to breathe.

- Ma-may I ask… - Pinpin raised his voice, gaining Evangelyne’s attention - Er, what-what happened to those who did-did not pass? - Excellent question - Eva replied, her chest still moving rapidly after her explosive orgasm.

She reached underneath their bed and produced what at first looked like a plunger, but as Eva pressed it against her crotch, pointing the end of the strap-on towards Tristepin, he understood perfectly what it was, and coiled his body away from it, as much as his constraints allowed him to.  

- Don’t worry, my brave knight, you won’t have to suffer that fate…

Eva tossed the arguably the weirdest present her sister could have given her for their new house, leaned over Tristepin, cupped his face and kissed him.

- You see, there is a bit of truth in my act… I am a virgin, and you will be the lucky man to end this…

Tristepin was shocked again when instead of a kiss, Evangelyne positioned herself above his cock and, giving him one, last, frisky look, she impaled herself onto him, sheathing his thick, Iopish manhood inside herself in one go, and let their voices cry in unison. She arched her body, threw her head back, and when he met her eyes again, they were almost aflame, burning with desire Tristepin frankly wasn’t prepared for, though he reacted to her moves valiantly. Her hips trashed against his body, her athletic legs making sure her opening would traverse the entire length of his cock, from the massive, plentiful balls to the very tip that every second or so was nearly kissing her womb.

She looked at the stunned, flabbergasted face of her lover and leaned, giving him one more, soothing kiss, as she rammed herself up and down on his cock, almost as if she really hasn’t been with a man, and two weeks of abstinence certainly felt that way. She could feel his hips twitching, the muscles of her pussy tightened around his pulsing veins and the slight creaking of the wood around the places she cuffed him told her that her show was most effective. Evangelyne cupped his face, kissed him and looked him straight in the eyes, as she asked another question, in a breathless, carnal, needy voice.

- One more thing… Something men are most afraid of… not the monsters… or traps… so here comes the final test…

She put her hands against his chest, securing her position, as her hips worked even faster, spiralling them towards their climaxes.

- Are you ready for… commitment? - Yes! - Then fill me up, Pinpin!

She cried his name one last time before she slammed her hips against his one more time, and was rewarded with the fountain of soothing warmth shooting deep into her sex, flooding not just her pussy, but maybe even her womb, as the tight seal of her lower lips prevented a single drop of his seed from escaping her. Tristepin was crashing underneath her, babbling her name, while his body continued serving her, as she milked him for more and more cum that would have undoubtedly make her pregnant again, had it not been for the potions she’s been constantly on for the past two years.

Despite her vigour, the marathon of love-making sapped Evangelyne’s strength out of her, and the powerful Cra soon slumped on Tristepin’s chest, peppering it with series of hungry kisses while their bodies slowly rocked their orgasms out, until they were near still, and their bedroom was filled with just their synchronised breaths.

- E-Eva? My fair Cra? - Tristepin asked her suddenly, making her ears twitch. - Mhm? - Er, what exactly is “commitment”?

Eva looked at him, dragged the strand of hair from his face and kissed him, very glad she has found his knight, knowing their role-play has definitely ended.  

[rantingfangirl]

I’m Tickled Pink

Summary: An attempt to bring some spice into Alfred F. Jones's life leads to a prank war of epic proportions.

Pairing: UsUk

You can also find this on AO3 and Fanfiction. I’ll reblog with the links :)

Arthur Kirkland was boring.

Alfred had walked into their arrangement knowing this, but he hadn’t thought that it would be such an issue. Having moved into the shared apartment three months before, he figured that he would’ve pulled Arthur out of his dull, monotonous tendencies and into the light. That, by now, Arthur would be tagging along to the club three blocks away from their university or maybe a bar, at the very least.

Except, it hadn’t happened.

He sat on their couch, a joint investment after Arthur’s had taken its final challenge—that is, Alfred’s ass—and collapsed two weeks after Alfred had moved in. Arthur sat in a wingback chair on the other side of their living room, cradling a book and a cup of tea— or at least that’s what he figured it was— a cat snoozing in his lap. Alfred stared, not as subtle as he should’ve been, softly tapping his thumb against his phone’s screen.

Arthur spoke as he flipped the page, “Yes, Alfred?” There was a hint of smugness in his voice, the same tone he got when he was about to roast Alfred into oblivion. Fuck him.

Alfred glanced down at his phone, clicking it open. He would keep him waiting, he decided, opening various social media apps and checking his timeline. It wasn’t until around five minutes later that he actually answered. “Nothing.”

He expected— hoped— for Arthur to get mad. To curse at him or tell him off. Anything that would give him something to do, to open up the possibility, no matter how small, for Alfred to have a little fun in his life.

Arthur did nothing, instead turning another page of his book. The pages were at this point yellow from use, Alfred only knowing that from a previous snooping session. How many times he had read it, Alfred had no clue, but the number had to be high. And how he managed, after all this time, to have never—

He had an idea.

Alfred had to wait for several hours for Arthur to go to bed. The latter always went early, waking up at the crack of dawn to do who-knows-what. It was then, after the rattling had gone silent, that his plan went into full motion.

If Arthur didn’t give him some mode of attention after this, then he supposed that he would call it quits. Alfred made sure to leave everything in the exact spot that it had been, not an inch out of place. He ended up going through about a quarter of the roll of paper towels, but Arthur wouldn’t notice. Probably.

It wasn’t until the next morning that he would be able to see the results.

Alfred woke up earlier than usual, sliding on a random t-shirt before walking out into the living room. Arthur sat in his usual chair, a book— a different one from the night before, strangely enough—in hand.

He sent Alfred a look, pure hate in his eyes. Alfred grinned, pushing his fingers through his hair, suddenly realizing that he forgot his glasses. “Good morning to you too, Mr. Rogers.”

Arthur reached for his tea and Alfred found his smile widening. Finally. Finally.

Arthur’s knuckles had gone white from clenching the mug, and though his face was calm, there was burning rage in his eyes. Oh, this would be fun. “Try this.”

Before Alfred had a chance to answer, the mug was all but shoved into his hands. It sloshed against the rim, missing his shirt only to spill onto his fingers. Alfred winced before looking up, suppressing the grin that was tugging at the corners of his lips.

“I don’t drink hot tea.”

Arthur scoffed. “Well, you’re going to fucking drink it, whether you like it or not.” His eyebrows shot up when Alfred didn’t move to drink from the mug. Arthur’s hand lifted, waving him on. “Go on, take a sip.”

Alfred didn’t bother to keep in his cringe. On one hand, he knew what it was going to taste like, and by God, it would be bad. But on the other…

He sighed. Even though Arthur knew he did it, he wouldn't give him the satisfaction of a confession.

Fuck it.

In a split-second decision, Alfred knocked back half of the mug, an immediate gag coming up his throat. His eyes watered. Fuck.

He couldn’t help but wonder how much sugar Arthur normally put in his tea because god damn. It was ten times worse with salt.

Alfred handed the mug back to Arthur, not bothering to keep back the cringe wrinkling his nose. “Jesus Christ, man, no wonder you always look like you’re about to explode.” He scrubbed his tongue against the roof of his mouth, anything to get the taste out his mouth. “What the hell did you put that?” The glare Arthur sent his way was one of pure hate. As his roommate’s upper lip curled into a sneer, Alfred couldn’t help but wonder what this would pull him into.

Arthur would find someway to absolutely ruin him, he was sure of it. A man with that little friends, one who read that much, he had to have some tricks up his sleeve. Sure, Alfred had never seen any evidence that he could pull the stick out of his ass and have some fun, but he could dream.

Excitement welled within him, pushing and pulling at his insides. This would be good. It had to be. Maybe he would curse at him, roast him to his very core. Arthur, according to Gilbert, was a savage in middle school. He could pull it off.

The sneer on Arthur’s lips faded, replaced by a cool, trained frown. As his face deadpanned, Alfred could’ve sworn that there was a hint of amusement in his eyes.

“I suppose I can live with it.” A beat later, Arthur picked up the mug, taking a long sip from it. No cringe. Nothing to indicate that there was anything in there other than normal tea.

Fuck. This guy had guts.

The feeling of failure followed him into the next morning, climaxing as Alfred made his first cup of coffee for the day. Arthur had already gone, leaving for his eight AM class without saying a single word. As if he’d forgotten the events of the day before.

Alfred leaned in towards the coffee maker, wafting in the scent as his cup slowly filled. He would have to try harder, at the very least do something different.

He glanced towards Arthur’s bookshelf before shaking his head. Arthur would kill him if he even dog-eared a book and made that clear his first day. If he did anything to them—Alfred shook the thought away before it could fully develop.

Grabbing his now-full cup of coffee, Alfred made his way to the pantry, taking a sip before setting it on the counter. He fished out a box of off-brand Oreos, pulling back the plastic film covering them.

Alfred reveled in the neat rows, exactly as he left them the day before. Taking a couple into his hand, Alfred dipped them one by one in his coffee. No matter what Arthur said, the result was addicting.

He took a bite out of the first one, ready to savor the pleasant mixture—

Something was wrong. Very wrong.

Whereas he expected a light mixture chocolate and mocha, a surge of mint took over his senses. It overpowered everything in his mouth, tasting worse than the salted tea, worse than the sauerkraut his grandmother shoved down his throat as a child.

Toothpaste. Someone replaced the icing with toothpaste.

Alfred spat out the concoction into the sink, throwing out the other ones he had dipped but had not yet eaten. Even with it no longer in his mouth, the hellish taste remained. They hadn't been like that yesterday, so it must’ve—

A thought popped into his head.

Slowly, Alfred took a step towards the package of not-Oreos. And then another. His lower eyelid started twitching, an irritating habit from when he was a kid.

Alfred once again peeled back the plastic cover, choosing a random cookie from each row and taking a small bite. Every single one of them. Filled with toothpaste.

He huffed, sliding the entire package in the trash. At the very bottom, several piles of slightly off-white and broken discs lay in their final resting place.

Alfred stared at the piles, flexing his fingers before digging them into the meat of his palm. The bastard didn't even have the heart to save the icing.

He scoffed.

The taste still having remained, Alfred made his way to the bathroom. Perhaps this whole thing made them even—no. No use in thinking like that. Arthur fucked with his Oreos, packages of those costing much more than a cup of tea.

Alfred flicked the light switch, the inner cogs of his mind already turning with ideas for revenge. He grabbed his toothbrush and toothpaste off the counter, only to find the tube empty.

 And from there, a prank war started. Grass seeds in Arthur’s keyboard, an air horn duct taped to the bedroom door, a couple hundred sticky notes stuck to his car.

No matter what he did, Arthur would retaliate, whether it was the next morning or a week later. A box of glazed donuts from Alfred’s favorite bakery, but instead of the usual grape filling, mayonnaise. Paper cut out into the shape of a bug and taped to the underside of the lampshade. Mentos frozen in ice cubes, just waiting for Alfred to pour a can of coke over the top.

Now, after a good six months of going back and forth, Alfred knew he was ready. He was going to touch the books.

He wouldn’t mark or cut them up, of course. Hell no, he wouldn’t. Alfred decided then and there that he liked living, especially with all his limbs attached and organs in the right place. No, Alfred would just use them for a few moments.

Arthur was at the store, had just left, so Alfred had time until he would notice the start.

The entire setup took around three hours to organize, Alfred’s backpack filled to the brim with delicately used hardcovers. He placed the first one on the kitchen counter, propped up against a teapot to catch Arthur’s eye, before ratting around and scribbling a quick message on a post-it note and attaching it on the cover.

He placed the next one on Arthur’s favorite chair, another sticky note on the cover. The next, on his dresser. Another one on Arthur’s pillow. One by one, a book and a post-it note, some in the most obvious places in the world, others in nooks and crannies that only Arthur knew about.

Some in gallon backs to keep away the elements, others set on the dining room tables and couches of Arthur’s friends and family.

Which led them both to here.

Arthur sat across from him at the coffee shop they frequented, arms crossed, an irritated gleam in his eye. Alfred took a quick sip from his coffee cup, the memory of the those terribly minty Oreos tapping its way into his head. He pushed it back down.

Arthur huffed, his frown deepening, arms crossed, an irritated gleam in his eyes. Tapping his fingers quietly against the honeycomb wood, the look he gave Alfred sent spiders crawling down his spine.

“Alright, what did you have me running all over town for?” Just hearing his voice set his head spinning.

Alfred sat forward, bopping his knee up and down, up and down. He grinned. “Did you find all of them?”

Arthur’s glare had slowly lost its bite these past short months, filled with something unrecognizable. Undiscovered.

It was a look that drove him crazy, that left him reeling to find an answer. To find the key to tell him what the hell it was, what the hell it meant. But so far, nothing.

“I suppose that I did.” Arthur took a sip from his tea, the koozie slipping down the side of the cup. Alfred watched as a tongue darted out from Arthur's lips, cutting short a small drop of tea.

Fuck. He didn’t know how much more of this he could take.

“Except for one.”

Alfred grinned. “Oh?” The bastard never let anything go.

A deadpan. “You know which one I’m talking about.”

And indeed he did. There was no denying the that in his laptop bag sat the gem- the jewel, the prize?— of Arthur’s collection. No, he would see right through it if Alfred lied.

With a sigh, Alfred set the book on the table. Immediately, Arthur grabbed it, turning it and observing the front cover. Around thirty seconds later, he cracked open the first few pages, the final sticky note falling from the inner cover.

The sticky note that would either damn him or…

Alfred tightened his grip on his coffee cup as Arthur picked up the post-it, spiders crawling up and down his back. This was it.

“Page 231? You won’t be sending me to the next town over this time?” The joke was dry as hell, but Alfred couldn’t help but laugh.

“Nah, man.” He took a sip of his coffee. The bitter bite calmed his nerves, slowed the spiders down. But barely. He swallowed, pointing a finger towards the book. “I even dog-eared it for ya. So you didn’t have to look to hard.”

The way Arthur glared at him—oh, that made him mad. He had taken the bait. Good.

The glare morphed into a scowl as Arthur pulled at the dog-ear, one small enough that it could be easily smoothed out. He would’ve killed him if Alfred had done anything more, and he certainly didn’t have a death wish.

The scowl fell when Arthur stopped at the page. “Alfred—”

“Don’t.” The word left Alfred’s mouth before he could stop it. He quickly backtracked, holding his hands up in slight surrender before Arthur could bite back. “I mean—I didn’t do anything to it. Just read it. The fifth paragraph from the top. Aloud.”

Arthur blinked, glancing down down at the page. “In vain I have struggled. It will not do. My feelings will not be repressed. You must allow me to tell you how—

“Ardently I admire and love you.” Alfred joined in at the final line, the small speech he had been rehearsing the entire of the thirty minutes before Arthur arrived.

The latter had frozen, that unknown expression creeping up on his face. It hurt, in a way, to not know what he was thinking.

“Alfred?” Emotionless, as if he was distancing himself.

He swallowed, itching for his coffee, for something to hold. “Yes?”

“Is this what I think it is?”

He could say no, say that it was all a prank. That was their dynamic now, it wouldn’t be unexpected. Wouldn’t be a surprise.

But there was something about the look in Arthur’s eyes that made him hopeful. That gave him the inkling that maybe—maybe—this would work.

Alfred sighed, looking Arthur dead in the eyes.

For the man who could knock down three shots before Alfred could do one.

For the man whose eyes froze with rage when his boss called him on his day off, or when a professor cancelled class when he had already left.

For the man who could down a mug of tea mixed with salt without a trace of a cringe.

For the man who laughed at the dirtiest and darkest of Alfred’s jokes, no matter how far he went.

Fuck, Alfred was in deep.

He pushed his fingers through his hair. “Yeah. It is.”

Silence.

Alfred raised his head from his coffee, Arthur staring at him with that damn look.

And when he smiled, Alfred knew that Arthur Kirkland was never boring. He was.

[jellyfishdooter]

“The Seed“

This is a horror story I had to write for my Scifi literature class two years ago. I decided to go back, clean it up, and share it with you guys for spooky season! >:D

I’m gonna put it under the cut ‘cause it’s long and lots of body horror c: Hope you enjoy~

Word Count: 2240

Evacuate. That was the first goal. Evacuate your homes and get to the E.E.P.s scattered around all the major and minor cities of the world. I didn’t have to when they sent out the broadcast. Ahead of the crowds, I’ve already been waiting in my own pod before the sirens even began to wail in terror. I, along with my commanding officer, were waiting for the signal to become the beacon of light to shine everyone’s way from Earth’s soil- or cracked pavement now- to the deep darkness of space. I was terrified, but it wasn’t my decision. I was selected for this mission. No turning back even if I so desperately wanted to. I don’t know if there are others like me in similar pods across the globe, but right now... the only thing on my mind was the commander grasping my right hand tightly as we sat in silence.

He was scared to.  

The final destination was Mars. Scientists were sent up there decades before I was even born to prepare for the rest of world’s eventual arrival. It was inevitable that we had to leave. Everything was... gone. The world’s oceans had turned to  burning acid. Nothing but mutant blobfish lived there now. The forests have all either been cut down for our selfish needs, or burned in wildfires casued by careless cigarettes and firecrackers. The earth’s surface was too hot to stay outside for long during the day, and at night everything froze over in a thick sheet of frost. Our fragile ozone layer has vanished, leaving the soil to dry to a crisp, making it impossible to flora to grow.

Well... Almost impossible. This was my mission, after all. I wasn’t going to live on Mars.

The commander might, if he makes it along with the others. I hope he does. But we both knew that I wasn’t going to get there. I wasn’t going to see the colonies, breathe the clean air, or climb the artificial trees they planted in hopes for the children to play by.

My mission wouldn’t allow any of that.

The second goal was to get to the international space station. The floating paradise had enough provisions for a year for each human on Dead Earth- if they kept to the rassions order. Once they have all traveled for as long as they could last walking around, they all will be put into hyper sleep chambers- if they want. It’s either that or they could sit by the windows to watch the stars before they die. Those people would never make it to Mars, but maybe they didn’t want to live so far away from home.

I don’t get that choice. If I was frozen and put into hyper sleep, my passengers wouldn’t make it. They would die instantly and I would possibly live… But that’s not my mission. It didn’t matter as soon as all of the E.E.P.s (Earth Evacuation Pods) broke out of what was left of our atmosphere, they collided with shrapnel and debris of broken down satellites and space junk surrounding our planet. From what the commander and I could see from our one small window, behind us, many of the other pods collided with the metal shards and exploded in many small, fiery balls. I looked away. The commander turned and punched the wall in rage. He was so angry. So scared. But quickly he regained his composure, turning to me with his eyes glazed with water, “Apologies. I didn’t… Damnit.” He cursed quietly as he allowed himself to float openly in the middle of the pod with his arms hugging himself around the stomach. Unbuckling from my seat, I floated over to him and lightly placed my hand on his head.

“There will be others that make it.. I’m sure of it.” I said quietly, trying to ease is mind. In reality, the chance of all the pods breaking the cluttered atmosphere was 100 to one. The E.E.P.s were built in a rush, after all. We were part of that one, but how many others were? I needed my commander calm.. For my own selfish sake. I didn’t want him to be crying when… It happened. Already, I could feel it creeping under my skin. I winced but bit my tongue to keep a noise of pain inside.

The commander noticed, snapping out of his state of sorrow and remembering his own mission. With a heavy heart, he gently pushed me away, sending me to the other side of the pod and himself to the control panel. Pressing a few buttons, a stainless steel table rose out from a hidden panel in the middle of the floor. There were thick straps bolted to the underside and they gently rose up in the zero gravity. Our pod is the only one that came with this feature. At least, I think it was.

I hoped it was.

I carefully pushed off the wall, my body weightless. It was almost peaceful, but in my stomach I could feel it already moving. I tried to wave it off, pretend it was just a feeling you got while in space.

No.. I thought to myself.

It’s not just a feeling. This is why I’m here.

Taking a deep breath of the concentrated oxygen in the pod, I kept my head down. It was one of the first and last times my lungs would be filled with clean air.

The commander pushed off the control panel and joined me at the other side of the table. We didn’t speak as he carefully guided my body down onto the cool metal. I allowed him to clamp down my ankles, wrists, chest, stomach, head, and neck with the straps so I wouldn’t float away or struggle too violently against the impending pain. The pain in my stomach twisted and churned and I could feel it slithering under my skin. My hands twitched and clenched on their own accord, I closed my eyes tight as I felt something pushing against my skin on my left side, wanting to escape its prison.

“I-It hurts!” I finally cried, my own hot tears pooling at the corners of my eyes as something felt like it was trying to push itself out of my right, sweating palm. The commander was by me in a moment, gently patting my hair but unable to say anything with a clenched jaw. We both knew that it was happening, but we didn’t expect it so soon. “Th-This wasn’t supposed to happen until we got to the station!” I wanted to sit up, I wanted to let my primal human instincts allow me to get away from myself, to end it before it started, but it was pointless. The commander had his orders and so did I. I couldn’t turn back and he couldn’t help me.

I looked up at him. Even with my eyes filled with hot, salty tears I could see him.

He was looking away.

Soon, the sensation of what felt like centipedes crawling under my skin started to move and curl throughout my body, like something was trying to both strangle and expand my form from the inside. It all started in my stomach and moved to my arms and hands, then down my spine to my legs and wrapped around my toes. Until finally... The first root shot out of my palm violently, little droplets of ruby blood floating up. I screamed so loud I swear whoever didn’t make it to the pods in time could hear me back on Earth through space’s vacuum. The agony didn’t stop there. Gritting my teeth, more hot  tears flowed from my eyes and into the cabin, catching small glitters of the sun through the window and making them shine like small crystals. But that small comfort didn’t last as another root grew from my left calf, spilling some blood but mostly clogged by itself as the green root continued to reach out, searching for sunlight to gasp at like a fish struggling to breathe through oil.

My head became dizzy as the pain numbed and shot through my body like burning waves every time a new root pressed itself through my skin tissue and out into the open. I wanted to badly to just die already, but it wasn’t in my lady luck today. This process would take hours to complete, and all the commander could do was suppress my blood loss and stroke my hair in a small form of comfort. He tried to talk to me, but his words fell deaf on my ears. My head was pounding and a high pitch rang in my ears as if a gun had gone off by my head.

I felt it, another thin vine curling around the bone in my pointer finger and pushing through the tip out under the nail, causing it to crack and lift. The sensation traveled through each finger and toe as small leafs began to poke out curiously.

Drifting through the airless, soundless darkness, I don’t remember passing out. What blissful moments those must have been for me. But when I awoke I could feel something pushing against the inside of my belly button. “Oh god no…” My voice trembled in true terror, I looked to my commander through the leafs that have grown around my face, my eyes filled with fear as he moved the greenery from my features- though not removing them entirely- and trying to calm me again. But it was of short use. The first large branch pushed through my stomach and released blood and some stomach acid into the air as the small... tree grew out of me.

I screamed again, broken sobs pausing the continuous wails. I dared not look- even if I could lift my head I didn’t want to see it-I begging to a god who didn’t exist make it stop and wanted so badly to be dead already; for the roots to puncture my heart or lungs and be done with it. But not soon enough, everything was numb again and the waves rolled through my body. Dark roots grew to green vines and spread through the pod, creeping over the walls and growing over the floor. The commander would have one hell of a time getting out when he made it to the station, but it was all for the cause. He new this as he pushed away from the table, trying his best to avoid touching the fresh vines that guided him to the pilot seat. Leaving me along with any shred of comfort left.

I could still feel the snake like roots and vines moving under my skin, through my muscles, around my bones- when I opened my eyes all I could see was...

So… this is what real green looks like. It’s… pretty.

It was my last peaceful thought as I felt a point slowly pushing through my heart, as if a warm knife slowly inserted itself through butter. I kept my eyes open. I wanted to take in as much of the green as possible- enough to make up for a lifetime without it- before I released my last breath and was finally… finally allowed to relax.

The commander let out a shaky breath when all the screaming stopped. Roughly rubbing his face to force the tears away, he pushed some vines away from the simple panel with shaking hands. He gently pushed a button labeled in bright red letters, “Pre-Station Growth Protocol” and sat back in his chair as the white lights of the pod turned to a bright purple. Everything bathed in the violet light, he morbidly turned his head and looked back to the center of the pod.

There, from the table was a cocoon of greenery and roots wrapped tightly around itself. A relaxed hand was draped just outside, a small leaf growing from the palm. And on top of all this this, was a young, healthy tree.

Mars needed more types of greenery on it’s world if the humans wanted their new home to provide more than stale filtered oxygen through a tank, red rocks, and plastic plants. No, to battle Mars’ harsh and empty terrain, they needed fauna. Trees to fight against the storms.

This was my mission. Before sending me to my pod, they gave me the hardest pill to swallow in my life. A bright red capsule in the shape of an… “acorn.” Or so the scientists told me. It was a genetically modified super plant that would grow and flourish from the nutrients within the human body. Strong enough not to freeze in the unforgiving nights and would eventually aid in creating an atmosphere for their new home. Once grown, they said they would take me and plant me in the soil to grow. To give a new life to the people of Dead Earth.

I made my choice.

I wasn’t a passenger, I never was. I was just a shipping package with a huge “Fragile” sticker on my back. A parcel to carry something precious: a second chance for everybody. To carry... and incubate it for a  new world they would grow. A chance for us to live again, for us to start over and hopefully do better. But not me. I am their living, breathing, bleeding flower pot.

I am the seed.

[petri808]

It Was Always You

Happy Valentine’s Day! 🌹  @cosmicdragonwizard @fairytailvalentinesexchange  I was really excited to be your valentine :)  

A heart has two sides, so I wanted to give you a couple different stories to enjoy based on your feedback.  Here’s Part 1 of your gift:  Hope you like it!  

It was like a pulse under the skin, an unnerving sensation constantly reminding the fire slayer there was something beneath his boyish and often jester-like façade.  A much more precarious side biding its time, just waiting for another opportunity to present itself to the world.  

Still, he paid it no mind, it was just a weird feeling that he chalked up to an increase in his powers.  Nothing to worry about since it wasn’t causing him any issues, and besides, he had no idea what it was…  although he had an inkling…

The Stella mission was the first time E.N.D. had fully appeared but when it happened there were only two people and an Exceed to witness it.  A remarkable spectacle it was for Lucy to watch as her best friend began to transform into…  well, a dragon.  

Not that the celestial mage cared either way, to her it didn’t matter what form he took on, because he would always be the same person who brought her into a world of excitement, family, and maybe… one day… an adventure of a different kind…  

Until the Alvarez incident occurred, and all hell broke loose.  With the seed of E.N.D. having sprouted once, all it took was another spark for it grow, to escalate, and when DiMaria made the mistake of torturing Lucy, it was enough to send Natsu into a full-blown rage with all the trimmings.  

But, thankfully for everyone around, she was able to soothe the beast back into remission and give Natsu a chance to recover his control long enough to continue the battle still raging in Fiore; and it wasn’t over by far.  

This rollercoaster ride was pushing the pair to the breaking point, him dying, her bringing him back, only for him to disappear, battling an enemy on two fronts.  From Hell to Heaven, they’d find a way to reach each other again.

And when it was all said and done, Lucy had her Natsu, and Natsu had his Lucy.  Everything could go back to normal, right?  

By the time the slayer arrived home after that exhausting battle, it had become perfectly clear to him that his demon side was no longer just a dormant bystander.  Twice it had reared its head and both times triggered by one common denominator, Lucy.

But why?  It wasn’t the first, second, or even third time this kind of dire situation had occurred in their years together, so what changed things so suddenly?  As he laid in his bed pondering such questions, the answer had become painstakingly simple,  

Because he loved her.  

And not as a friend, teammate, or any other platonic relationship, no, as in settle down, let’s get married and start a family, till death-do-us-part and even then, I’ll follow you to the great beyond kind of love.  

‘Baka!  How had I not figured this out sooner?!’  Sneaking into her apartment all the time.  He was always thinking about her, always wanting to be near her, to be stronger for her.  Just her scent was enough to soothe him and damn the consequences, it made him smile to see her happy; remember the Rainbow tree?  If someone made her sad his first thoughts were only to kick their ass!  

Not to mention he didn’t like it when other guys flirted with her and that dated way back to the Galuna Island mission.  Apparently, no one thought twice about his miffed response to Gray and her interaction, including him at the time.  Or how about his scrutinizing reaction of Loke for giving Lucy tickets to Akane Resort?  

Someone once told him only a soulmate could break the spell Bora had put on her, but he hadn’t believed them.  Virgo always dressed them in matching celestial outfits because of what she read in their hearts, even Lisanna could clearly see they meant more to each other than they even realized.  

How many other signs had just gone by unnoticed?  Because, it was all there if he read between the lines.  Whose smiling face brought him back from the brink in Stella, it was hers.  His eyes pop open,  ‘it was always Lucy…’

A twinge in his heart.  

Natsu clutches to his chest as light explodes around him, ‘crap!’  He scrambles to a sitting position just to see his body morphing again into the creature.  Scales all along his extremities, his hands, his feet transforming, claws!  Sharp, menacing appendages… Reaching up to his face, oh Mavis, he can feel the roughened features…  

‘No, No, No!  I need to stop thinking about her like that, I-I don’t wanna be E.N.D.!’    

But why now?  There was no battle, she wasn’t in harm?  All he was doing was thinking about her and…  ‘That’s it,’  too many emotions are flooding his system and if she is the catalyst of his change…  

So, he did the only thing he could think of at the time, bury his feelings for the blonde, lock it deep within his heart thinking if he didn’t give in to the urges, it would keep the beast at bay.  

And for the most part, it worked for a couple more years…  

Granted there were a few times when the demon came out in various stages, but they were always during a mission when he needed to protect his beloved Starisha.  Easy enough to explain away, she was his best friend and all so of course he would do anything to protect her like he always had.    

Unfortunately, with each transformation, it would take a little longer, and a little longer to revert to normal.  Remember that pulse?  Like a caged animal, the creature seemed desperate for freedom and desired the one thing he was working so hard to suppress.  

But over time, Natsu started ignoring the warning signs.  

Hiding his feelings was one thing, but there was no way he’d let it stop him from being around his best friend!  And just once, the drunken Lucy at her book release almost did him in, but luckily, she passed out before discovering the few tell-tale signs that had begun to manifest…

Within a few months into their first 100-year mission it was obvious to the team that it was a complete waste of time, just some rogue wizards telling wild stories and convincing the locals it would be the third coming of Zeref.  

Talk about a serious disappointment, especially for a boy brimming with excitement at his first SS-Class mission.

So, to take Natsu’s mind off being home so soon, Lucy proposes to drag her friend out for the night, figuring that filling his belly with some good food from one of his favorite restaurants, would make the slayer happy.  

And once he agreed to go, she planned out everything, right down to the color of the dress she would wear; everything had to be perfect, so he’d forget all about the mission…  

“What’s taking you so long Luce, just throw some clothes on and let’s go, I’m starving.”  He parks himself on the couch to rest.  “You’ll look fine in whatever.”  

They had just got back yesterday from a quick mission, stupid easy, just one he had taken simply to get out the energy he didn’t get to release on the failed one.  He was still tired and going out to dinner at some restaurant was the last thing he wanted to do, but of course, when she flashed those vixen eyes and batted her lashes, how could the slayer say no?  

She calls out from behind the bathroom door, “I’m almost done Natsu, and no peeking, I wanna look special for tonight.”

‘Special?’   “Fine, I won’t…” he mumbles and starts pacing in front of the couch, ‘what’s so special about tonight?’  Now the young man is nervous, if she was dolling up just for him, something was up.  

His pulse quickens as every scenario runs through his mind and he’s using every bit of willpower to keep the creature in check.  The longer she was in that bathroom, the worse they became, especially the more, suggestive ones and why?  

Because Lucy’s never just ‘dressed up’ for anyone…

As Natsu turns to the click of the handle, his fears became reality as the world stops and what his eyes behold just makes him wanna burst into flames right there.

“Do I look okay?” the divine goddess speaks with a wisp to her voice, but all the fallen demon wants to do is buckle.  His mouth opens, but his throat has gone dry and constricted while the moisture on his palms double, sweat beads forming along his forehead; oh boy, the slayer was in trouble.    

“L-Luce…”  The blonde’s bangs are framed around her face and curls pinned up in the back, damn if the pulse in her neck wasn’t just calling out to him! … Soft voluptuous bosoms peeking out from the sweetheart neck line…  and her long, creamy stems perfectly shown off when contrasted against the darker color of her dress…

But his emerald hues focus on the one feature making his blood drain south, a flirty blood orange dress barely covering her thighs.  ‘Oh Shit!’  Special was an understatement when that color hit below the belt.  “Wh-why…” he cringes.

“Excuse me?  What do you mean why!  I just wanted to do something to cheer you up,” she frowns from his reaction, “You don’t like it?  And I even picked your favorite color.”

“N-no, I like it…” he clutches to his chest as that familiar pang hits, “…t-too much…” voice starting to strain.  

“Natsu?”  She’s seen him transform several times but not without physical provocation.  “Natsu why are you changing now?!”

He starts to back-peddle towards the window, “I g-gotta go…”

“No way mister, you are not leaving,” she blocks his escape out the window, “until you tell me what is happening to you!”

“Lucy, move, I don’t want you to see me like this.”

“What are you talking about?” the blonde is both confused and irritated, “I’ve seen you plenty of times….”

“In fights, but…”

“Exactly,” she crosses her arms, “are you upset with me or something?  I-I didn’t think this,” she motions to her outfit, “could make you so angry…”

“Luce please let me leave…  I’m not mad at you, it’s just that, y-you…”

She tries to reach out to him, but he takes a step back out of her reach, Exhale, with tears threatening to spill, the sorrow in her voice is like a dagger aimed straight at his heart.  “Natsu, please, I’m your best friend, you can tell me if something is bothering you…”

Sigh, It’s, too draining to keep up this charade, and seeing her upset…  He slumps his head and shoulders, “it was never the fighting that,” exhale, “that caused me to change… it was always you.”

“M-me?” she blinks, “I don’t understand.”

“Think about all the times I’ve morphed into E.N.D. Luce, who was I protecting?”  Her eyes growing wider as he reflects, “Stella, you and Happy.  DiMaria, you…”

“During the missions…” she whispers…

“Yes,” he quietly responds, “it was always, for you.”

“B-But why just me?  You’ve known me the shortest amount of time, I mean t-there’s Gray, and Erza, and all the others too, all your friends…” the moisture is starting to cloud her eyes again.  “Why am I so special?”

Natsu finally looks back up at the blonde, blinking in total astonishment, “Do I really have to answer?” he reaches out to console her but when he remembers his hands are clawed now, he retracts them, sighing again, “how do you not know you are the most precious thing in my life?”  

“I am?” the tears have breached their dam and trickle down her cheeks.

With a slight nod, he closes his eyes, exhale, “Every time I change my desire for you becomes so intense, E.N.D. covets you and I don’t know what’ll happen if he gets what he wants…  I can’t risk…”

Feeling soft, warm hands cupping around his cheeks, Natsu opens his eyes to find Lucy face to face with him.  “Do you…” with chocolate eyes probing emerald hues, begging for a specific answer.  “…love me Natsu?”

Sigh, “Yes.”  He rests his forehead against hers, “I just want us to always be together.”

Lucy giggles, “But we will, Natsu, because I love you too!” and tilts her head molding her soft lips to his, humming with sheer delight that their first kiss was no longer just a fanciful dream.  Such adorable vibrations emanating from the blonde, soothe the pulse drumming in the slayers ears and melts away any lingering doubts he once held.                

The world around them slows its cadence as Natsu embraces her tiny frame, mindful of his sharp claws against such delicate skin.  He smiles against her lips, as her fingers thread behind and through his locks, even caressing the new horns that grace its crown, “finally, my dragon…” purring, “I really am Lucky Lucy…” through their kisses.

“I’m the lucky one…” he breaths back, “that such an angel would want this demon…”

As abruptly as his change had taken them earlier, the glowing around him returns.  Slowly, while the pair are carried away by their newly amended synergy, Natsu’s body begins to transform back to its old self once more.  

And as the last of his fears dwindle away along with the scales, he grins at the notion that their future will surely be the greatest 100-year mission they could ever take…

Pulling back to soak in the vision of his love in all her blushing glow.  “I guess I worried for nothing,” he chuckles, smoothing over the skin of her cheek with his thumb and wiping away the last of her tears, “all he wanted was for me to confess.”

She smiles back, “He wasn’t the only one waiting…”

“Really?!”

“Duh!”  Punching his chest with cheeks flushing, “Didn’t drunken Lucy make that clear to you?”

Exhale,” I’m still happy to be normal again.”

“Oh, I don’t know, I kinda like my dragon,” running her hands along his chest, “it’s sexy.”

The slayer blushes from her compliment, “Did you still, um wanna go out to dinner?”

“Not really, but if you’re hungry we can…”

“Yeah…” he runs his hand through his hair, “sorry but I missed lunch.”

“Mmm,” the blonde’s loins are not thrilled but what can she do?  She sighs and caresses his cheek, “Well I can’t have a grumpy demon on my hands…”

All through dinner, Natsu’s insatiable appetite is only being superseded by a new one developing below the waist.  Because, if she had to suffer a little longer, apparently, so did he.  

Precocious hints the blonde is dropping only fuel the literal buildup, licking her fingers slowly instead of using a napkin, accidentally rubbing her feet against his thigh under the table.

How is he supposed to concentrate on his plate with her teasing him!  But she just grins and plays coy, “finish your meal…” she whispers while stroking the stem of a wine glass between her fingers.

“Keep that up,” he whispers back, “You just wait till we get home and see what this dragon does to you.”

Lucy leans in closer and batts her lashes, “Is that a promise?”

His mouth drops, ‘Whoa?!’   “Waiter, check please!”

*Any idea what song may have inspired the closing scene?  It’s MAGIC!  Happy Valentine’s Day! <3

[ninjakitty15]

Chapter Nine: Death Becomes Her (Loki X OFC Pairing)

"Leave the bullet in, as long as the body is still warm, his parts might still work enough to feel pain so he's gonna feel like he has the worst migraine in the history of brain trauma," I instructed once we returned to homebase and properly secured the body. "I should also tell you since he's already dead, whatever I do to him now doesn't count as being inhumane or cruel because the dead don't count. Yay loopholes!"

"You are far too happy about this whole situation, I'm not sure which is worse, interrogating the dead or getting a second chance to break someone open," Clint told me as he stepped back and locked me in the room where the body was. "I'm surprised Tony agreed to this actually, usually he wants to do all the talking."

"He lacks the whole communing with the deceased thing I got going for me," I replied. "He had his chance to talk to him before the dude was shot." I leaned down to the where the body lay on the exam table, a hand on his chest and whispered in his ear. "Wake up, assbutt, you ain't out yet." His eyes shot open though milky in death and he looked to where I stood and the fear came right back.

"No," he groaned.

"Oh hell yeah. You're mine now, bitch. You're going to answer my questions and then some of theirs, the nice people that lent me your body, then I'm sending your soul to a good friend of mine that knows what to do with bad seeds like you."

The corpse looked frantically around for an escape but couldn't even sit up as I had full control of what he could do as a zombie, perks of the job.

For emphasis, I pulled on a pair of latex gloves and snapped them against my wrist like an evil nurse. "Better bite the pillow, I'm going in raw. How many are working for Hydra?"

"Five to my knowledge, maybe more since you were caught, we thought with you gone, our survival would be greater on their side."

"If you didn't know how they caught me, who would?"

"I don't know which of the others found out where you were, all I was told was you were contained and out of the equation until they could find a way to use you."

"How long have they known about us?"

"Six years. They spent one year tracking and gathering intel before putting their plans to action which led to you and the ones that perished or joined forces."

Before I could ask another question, the bulletproof glass containing us was tapped and I turned to see Tony waiting on the other side, wanting his turn of course. I leaned in close again and whispered in his ear once more. "You will answer their questions unless it pertains to our origins or to me exclusively at which point I will speed up the rotting inside you till there's nothing left but a shell and your trapped soul inside it. You know me, you know what comes next." I straightened up and took my hand off his chest then waited to be let out of the cell so Tony could go in. "He's all yours."

"He's not gonna try and bite me is he?"

"Only if he's hungry," I joked. "He won't move unless I want him to. I need to blow off some steam, if you need me I'll be around somewhere." I shrugged and walked away from the interrogation though still kept a connection to the prisoner to make sure he didn't spill any secrets between necromancers.

I found myself drawn back to Loki in his room who was currently studying the dagger still, careful not to touch the blade and seemed to not hear me slip into his space. His hands traced the designs on the hilt, his expression mostly blank with the hint of concentration. "Those aren't meant for you," I warned lightly.

Loki spun around and arched an eyebrow at me, locking eyes as he took me in. "I've handled many different knives before."

"Had you taken that one before I got to it, you wouldn't have hands left."

"Then why can I now?"

"I absorbed what would have rotted your hands past the bones, I told you no one outside of necromancers can use our tools."

He looked almost like a kid in trouble for stealing cookies before dinner though still managed to look like he did nothing wrong at the same time. "You seem different than the woman I've known however short that time's been. Why? What's changed?"

He wasn't wrong but I couldn't tell him exactly why I went from laid back to a vengeful bossass bitch. "Things just got personal."

He took a challenging step toward me, much like when he first met me in the glass cage, cautious yet confident. "So the power radiating from you right now, that's always been there?"

"I'm rarely using 100%, what you're feeling is maybe 75% and what I was before that was a static 50% at best. Now you tell me something, is the hunger in your eyes for me or for what I possess?"

"I'm not nor have any intention of owning you and what you are. What use would that be to me what I can't hone myself? If I had wanted it, I wouldn't have set you free like I did, I'd have hid you away still bound in some form and come back when the Avengers weren't looking to have my way with you. Is this because your people are turning on you that you demand such answers from me? You know my history, you know I've been in the same position you are now, betrayed by those closest to me. What you see in my eyes is me being in awe of what you've been hiding this whole time, the lust is more for the woman before me that's proven herself a goddess."

"What should it matter what kind of being I am?"

"It matters when I want you by my side for as long as possible and mere mortals don't last that long," he replied darkly. "I chose you over the Avengers, the people permitting me to stay on this planet and not casting me out like my own people would, given the chance. Why do you think that is? It's not because of what you can do or even what you are. Look into my eyes once more and tell me what you see." Green faded then and crimson took over instantly and I realized this was as close as Loki could probably get to kneeling to me. He hated his true form and allowed me to see it, he was vulnerable then. "Do not take your rage out on me, not that way at least, I told you already I am yours if you'll have me. There is no benefit to lying to you, not then, not now."

I was silent for a moment though never took my eyes off the earthbound Frost Giant in front of me. "So you would've stayed with me if I killed him, even though the Avengers would be after us?"

He scoffed at the question. "Gladly, I would've enjoyed it more leaving them for you than any other reason presented."

"Even if it meant angering Thor."

"For all the times I've saved his life and tried to do right by him, he can seriously go electrocute himself, I'm done trying to impress him, far too old for that." He was back to his Asgardian form then, all green and grand. "Why are you still uncertain of my loyalty?"

"I'm not."

"There's so much rage inside you, I can feel it, is it all from that traitor?"

"Some of it."

His eyes searched for a better answer from me as he was quiet for a moment. "It will fester if you keep that bottled up."

"I wanted to use it on the rat-"

"-But Stark wouldn't let you, I know. There are other ways to cool down and I did say you can have me."

"I feel like a succubus only needing you for sex."

"Give it time, there are other needs too."

"I might break you."

"And I might laugh at your attempt to," he challenged.

That apparently set me off as I lunged at him, closing the distance, shoving him hard back against a wall, connecting our lips hungrily. I shouldn't have been surprised but was still more than happy when it became a sexual battle of dominance between two demi gods, the lights exploding in the room from the clash of power between the two of us.

It ended up being a really steamy makeout session before I calmed down and went back to the laidback chick that had a lot of TV shows to catch up on still. As for the prisoner, I cut the connection once they got out enough from him and he was beheaded and burned right after for good measure. Tony kicked both me and Loki out of the compound for the day, getting sick of us just watching TV and shagging all the time, apparently I had earned enough of his trust not initially killing the rat when I had the chance. It was actually kinda nice to get out and not have to kick ass to get fresh air, any time people stopped at stared at the god that tried to take over their city, they got scared off by the death demi god that either showed her beast mode face or brought up a dead relative that hit too close to home. And then of course there were the creeps that took no notice of the Frost Giant and pestered the quiet girl that hated people.

"You're such a pretty girl, why don't you smile more?" one middle aged man noted while we waited for the train.

"Because it makes your poor wife Alice sad when you're a creep to random women," I replied. "More than she already is from you abusing her children."

The look on the bastard's face was a mix of horror and rage from being called out. "What the hell-?"

"Mary didn't raise you that way either, must be Aaron then or you're just inherently evil without any women witnesses around," I continued. "Hey random question, anyone know the number of the local social workers?"

"You little-!" the man started, advancing on me but Loki stepped in and cut him off, towering over him with a dangerous glint in his eyes while catching his hand before he intended to strike me.

"Think carefully about your next move, if you do anything besides walk away as fast as you can, you should know it took all the Avengers stationed here including the Hulk to take me down and what are you compared to the weakest of them." Loki let him go with a dark glare that was enough to send the man scampering away. "I have to ask, who do you see near me? Victims or loved ones?"

"You sure you wanna know?" I asked.

"Positive."

"She's always there, she says she wished she could've been there to help you when you first came to this city. She knows it wasn't really you that did that and she tried to convince Odin of it before you were sentenced but had no proof, only faith. She told me to take your hand when you put yourself between me and Strange and that I should never doubt your intentions. Lady, that ain't fair, I just met him! She's beautiful though, sucks you're not actually related as then I could see where you got your beauty from."

"Frigga," he murmured and looked so sorrowful I actually thought he was about to cry but seemed to hold it together.

"She says she knows you didn't mean your last words to her before she died, you're her son still and were forgiven already. You will always be her son no matter where you come from or how far you've fallen." I went quiet, watching and listening to the goddess hovering beside Loki. "I'd let you speak to him yourself but I'm not sure I can sustain the spirit of a goddess. No, you're right, better I don't, that might make things weird between us later, there's the whole Oedipus thing too. She wants you to know she's proud of you, despite how far you've fallen you still found the right path to follow in the end." I looked back at Loki then. "She wanted you to know this before she moved on but wouldn't let me tell you till you asked, till you were ready to hear it." I frowned at this, glancing back at the slowly dissipating woman. "Typical mother move, that is. What if we never met, you'd stick to him forever. Takes helicopter parent to a whole new level."

"Noelle," Loki murmured, still solemn, breaking me from thought with the use of my full name. "She would've found a way, a Vanir has her ways."

I snorted and shrugged. "If you say so."

He took my hands in his and looked me in the eyes. "Thank you."

I gave him a lazy grin. "Just doing my job. Glad she's moved on though, what poor soul would wanna be attached to you for eternity."

The sadness in him turned to incredulous. "Just for that remark, I'm going to haunt you into madness should I pass before you do."

I cackled at this. "That's supposed to be a threat? Bitch, I'm a death mage, I can just exorcise your ass back to Valhalla where your mother can deal with you attempting to bother the person that carried out her last wishes."

"You bringing my mother into this just means you can't deal with me yourself," he retorted smugly.

"I shouldn't have to at that point, my job is to make sure you've moved on, you're Valhalla's problem after that. However should I pass first, I can haunt you to madness all I want and you can't do a damned thing about it because there aint much that can shake off an incorporeal necromancer."

"You're just full of surprises aren't you?"

"Baby, you have no idea."  

[grayson-dolans-dangly-earring]

It Started With A Treehouse (G.D.)

I havent written any Grayson smut in forever soooooo here take this garbage lmao

@scuteedolans @dangly-feather-earring-dolan @pinksnapbackbullshit

              Ethan, Grayson, and I had been inseparable for our entire lives. We grew up as neighbors, the twins ran into my backyard and climbed into my tree house scaring the hell out of me when we were five years old and the rest is pretty much history. Our parents became friends, we went on vacations together, we were babysat together, and we got along great so we basically grew up in each other’s pockets. As we got older the twins grew like weeds and bulked up quite a bit. There was no denying that they were handsome young men, I just wasn’t attracted to either of them. Or so I thought.

                As time went on, I realized a little part of me always loved Grayson a little bit more than Ethan. I always gave in to him, whether it be where we went to eat or what game we played. All he had to do was look up at me through the thick fringe of his eyelashes with those big hazel puppy dog eyes and my resolve would crumble in an instant. His face would split into a beautiful grin, flashing his brilliant white teeth, and I’d melt. Of course, to his face I would scoff and pretend to be irritated but I was never really upset. I don’t think I ever could be.

               It was late on Saturday night, and my phone rang with a text message.

*Group Chat*

G: hey sluts, movie night?

E: first off, rude. second, no.

Me: why not E? hot date tonight?! Lmaooooo

G: yeah right, Y/N. maybe with his left hand.

Me: EW

E: HEY LISTEN I COULD GET A DATE IF I WANTED ONE

G: suuuuuure ya could buddy.

E: I don’t see you on many dates dear brother so….

Me: OH SICK BURN BABY

G: you two are the worst

E: aww ya sad now?

Me: yeah gray, ya gonna cry?

G: fuck offfffff. Is anyone coming to watch this fucking movie with me or what????

E: I already said no, dingus. I’m sleeping at Aaron’s house tonight

G: so you DO have a hot date!

Me: don’t let things get too sexy tonight E!

E: you are both monsters.

Me: gray I’m in for a movie if you want. As long as its nothing that sucks.

G: do my choices ever suck?????

Me: um remember the 4th of july with the twizzlers and half a bottle of fireball???

G: I MEANT MY MOVIE CHOICES NOT MY LIFE CHOICES Y/N.

Me: mhmmmmmm

G: I came out to have a good time and im honestly feeling so attacked right now.

E: gray that was lame

Me: you are LITERALLY a living meme

G: yeah but you love me baby!

E: I don’t!

Me: yeah yeah whatever I’ll be over in 5

G: YAY!

               I put my phone in my pocket before I slipped my shoes on. I called out to my mother to let her know where I was going on my way out the door. I walked across the driveway and into the Dolan’s front yard. I didn’t bother knocking and I just walked inside. I knew everyone else was gone because the only car in the driveway was Grayson’s. That’s when reality hit. I was alone with him in this big house. Why the fuck was it so hard to breathe all of a sudden? I needed to relax and act normal. I could not let my minor crush come bubbling to the surface right this very second.

               “GRAYSON BAILEY DOLAN WHERE YOU AT?!” I shouted from the front hallway. “I’M IN HERE!” I heard him yell in response from the living room. I grinned and started running. When I hit the living room I dove over the arm of the couch and tackled Grayson onto the cushions. “Y/N what the hell girl?! Are you tryin to kill me?” He said while laughing. His laughter shook my body as I was still on top of him. “You know I like to make an entrance.” I said while climbing off of him. I flopped onto the couch next to him with my feet in his lap. “Go ahead G, fire it up!” He chuckled while pressing play on the remote.

               About an hour into the movie, I started to get tired and uncomfortable because of the way I was sitting. Grayson’s large hand wrapped around my ankle. Still staring at the screen, he said “Stop squirming.” My heartbeat quickened just a little and I let out a fake irritated sigh. He patted his thigh and said “Come on.” I smiled a little and rearranged myself so my head was resting in his lap. Grayson knew this was my favorite way to lay but he also knew I always fell asleep like this too. Sure enough he started stroking my hair and in a matter of minutes I was asleep.

               About an hour later I started to wake up but Grayson was still stroking my hair so I didn’t open my eyes. Call me selfish but it was soothing and I didn’t want him to stop. I cracked one eye open and his phone was close enough to my face that I could read his texts. Now I didn’t want to spy but teasing Gray was kinda my favorite thing and if there was something funny in his texts I could use against him, you can bet your ass I would. He was texting Ethan and the hand that wasn’t stroking my hair, was flying over his keyboard.  It took all of my strength not to shiver while reading his conversation.

G: e I need help

E: whats up bro?

G: im freaking out. Y/N’s head is in my lap

E: dude this isn’t new. she does that all the time

G: e you KNOW this is different. You know how I feel about her!

E: yeah and that’s why I went to Aarons! Man up!

G: I don’t know what to do! God damn it I want to touch her so bad

E: okay well don’t be weird about it. Just like touch her arm or something idk man!

G: ethan you have no idea what she does to me I cant fucking breathe rn

E: well im going to leave you to it FIGURE IT OUT BUD!

G: ETHAN NO

G: ETHAN I SWEAR TO GOD

G: FUCK

               He clicked the power button on his phone and threw it onto the other side of the couch, and his head dropped back, a sigh escaping his lips. Now that I knew he wanted me just as bad as I wanted him, I pulled the courage from inside of me and decided that I was going to make the move to go further. I pretended to still be asleep and I rolled over so my face was inches from his toned stomach. I could hear him gasp above me and I bit back a grin. I stretched out like a cat as his hand ran down my spine. I slowly dragged my hand over the growing bulge in Grayson’s jeans. A groan spilled from his lips and I could feel his body tense up. I slowly blinked my eyes open and grinned up at him. “Are you sure sweetheart? Because if we do this, you gotta be sure.” He asked quietly. I could see the hope shining in his eyes and a shy grin appeared on his face as I nodded.

               As soon as he had confirmation that I was okay with this, a fire ignited in his eyes and his hand traveled down between my thighs. He began rubbing small tight circles over my clit through my leggings. All reasonable thought flew out of my head at the feeling of his fingers on my most sensitive area. My hips bucked against his hand and moans spilled from my lips. “These need to come off.” Grayson said, pulling at my pants. I stood up and removed my leggings, feeling exposed. “C’mere baby.” He said, grabbing my hips and pulling me into his lap.

               Grayson tucked his head into my neck and nipped at the sensitive skin. My hips began to grind down onto his thick thigh and I couldn’t control my sighs as my clit rubbed against the denim of his jeans. At this point I was so turned on I couldn’t see straight. “Fuck baby. You like riding my thigh? Does that feel good?” Grayson growled, his hands guiding my hips back and forth on his leg. “Yes! Hngg-oh my god Grayson!” I whined out. One of his hands left my hip and snaked down to rub me through my panties. He pushed them to the side and sank 2 thick fingers into me. I gasped at the intrusion and he grinned me, knowing exactly what he was doing to me. I tipped my head down and sealed my lips with his. He pumped his fingers in and out of my dripping center and my mouth fell open. He slipped his tongue into my mouth and I could feel that heat coiling in my belly.

               Grayson withdrew his fingers from my pussy and brought them up to my mouth. I sucked his index finger into my mouth, wrapping my tongue around the thick digits. I looked into his eyes as I continued sucking and he let out a low hiss.

               “That’s it. Enough fucking around.” He growled as he flipped me onto my back. Grayson stood up and unbuckled his pants, yanking them down along with his boxers. He pushed my knees apart and settled between my thighs. “Please Grayson. I need you.” I whined, on the brink of tears. “Shh don’t cry baby. Daddy knows what you need.” He whispered, lining his length up with my entrance. He pushed into me slowly, giving me time to adjust to his size.

               Grayson pulled out almost all the way and slammed back in, an animalistic sound ripping out of my throat. He began thrusting into me at a near punishing pace and I couldn’t contain the sounds spilling from my lips. “Please Daddy! God you feel so good! I can’t hold on!” I screamed. “Yeah that’s right baby. Tell me how good you feel. Tell me how much you need my cock.” Grayson grunted into my ear, his warm breathe fanning over my heated skin. “Ugh-Gray you feel so good inside me. Your cock is the best I’ve ever had! I’m gonna come!” I whimpered in response.

               His hand gently tightened around my throat, beginning to cut off my air supply. He kept thrusting quickly, his face twisting and contorting as he chased his release. His hand kept tightening around my throat and the air was getting thinner and thinner. The lack of oxygen made my blood feel like it was boiling and my clit was throbbing. Just as my vision started to darken Grayson removed his hand and used it to rub my clit in tight circles as I sucked in a huge breath. The sudden intake of oxygen mixed with his touches threw me right over the edge as I exploded around him. “FUCK!” Grayson shouted into the empty room as my pussy continued to flutter around him. After another half dozen powerful thrusts he stilled inside me as his orgasm washed over him. After he spilled his seed inside me, he collapsed on top of me, his head on my chest.

               “Wow. Y/N do you know how I’ve wanted this? How long I’ve wanted you?” He whispered into my damp skin. I ran my fingers through his messy hair and whispered back “I’m guessing, as long as I’ve wanted you?” He was quiet before responding. “Y/N please don’t tell me this was a one time thing? I want you to be mine. Like, forever ya know?” Grayson said, lifting his head to look me in the eyes. I cradled his face in my hand. “I’ve been yours since you and your idiot brother stormed my treehouse when we were five years old Grayson Bailey Dolan. I’m not going anywhere.”

[adultstories4u]

For as long as I can remember my daughter Lindsey has always been my favorite. At thirteen years old she has grown into quite an amazingly beautiful young woman. She stands about five foot nine with incredibly long legs, beautiful curves, wavy, sandy brown hair, and a gorgeous smile to boot. She is super skinny. I could almost wrap both my hands around her small waist. Her sweet little ass and 32C breasts are tantalizingly and mouth wateringly turn heads everywhere she goes. Definitely more than a mouthful! Sometimes I catch myself ogling her, quickly correct myself and look away so that I’m not caught in an awkward situation.

It was just the other weekend that we were up at the lake. Lindsey had this cute fluorescent orange bikini on. It didn’t leave much to the imagination. We were having chicken fights, my oldest son was on my shoulders, and Lindsey was on her younger brother’s shoulders. I was making a video, and to look at it later, my mouth dropped when the video exposed

Lindsey���s nice firm breasts peeking out of the bottom of her bright orange bikini top. As she fought him, her tits squeezed together forming a perfect valley. My God she is gorgeous I thought. Later I watched the video and sinfully I imagined myself jerking off into those beautiful tits.

My wife Danielle and I have been married for over twenty years, and needless to say our sex life is basically nonexistent. I’ve done the best I can to keep in shape, and I think I look pretty good for a fourty five year-old man. All of Lindsey‘s friends say I’m the cutest of all their dads.

Let me begin by saying that my wife Danielle sleeps like a rock, sometimes at night she’ll begin to obnoxiously snore. Unfortunately I am a light sleeper and when she starts to snore there’s nothing in no way I can get back to sleep I’ve tried kicking I tried bouncing on the bed pretty much everything I can for snoring might stop for about a minute but then she starts up again.

Advertisements Now Lindsey for the past several years will come in during the middle of the night because she’s had a bad dream. Most of the times I’m awake, and I’ll feel a tap on my shoulder and Lindsey will quietly whisper “daddy I’ve had a bad dream is it OK if I sleep with you?” Of course I’ve never had any problem with Lindsey is lying in the bed in the middle the night and she’s afraid. It’s completely normal that young girl like her to want some comfort after she’s had a nightmare. I will have to say however, that recently I’ve had some thoughts that have made me feel very guilty. After all she’s not a little girl anymore.

As a matter of fact if I weren’t Lindsay‘s dad, I would have to say she’s quite a sexy, little vixen with one hot little body.

As Lindsey slid into bed next to me, She rested her head on my outstretched arm, and wiggled her little ass snuggly against might now semi aroused loins. if I hadn’t been already, now I was completely awake. As Lindsey settled in and begin to drift off to sleep, I became acutely aware but there was not much separating my increasingly stiffening membrane and the soft warmth of her untouched, incredibly alluring young pussy.

Lindsey customarily would wear one of the many oversized shirts that I had given to her when she was much younger. Now that she had grown a few inches, my old T-shirts would barely cover the bottom of the ass.

Tonight as she continued to make herself comfortable, the T-shirt that she had draped over herself, began to rise up exposing her mid drift, and now small fabric of her lacy panties, was the only thing that kept her from being completely naked, lying next to her father in bed.

I laid pretty much motionless for about thirty minutes, all the while my mind began racing, overwhelmed with thought that somehow,as wrong as it all might be, I was very much sexually excited having this lush, physically able body lying next to me in, my very sexually deprived state.

“How could you even think that!” I kept saying to myself, trying to punish myself for even having a thoughts about being sexually attracted to my thirteen year-old daughter. Yet, there I lay with an overwhelming desire to reach over and softly touch that which no father should touch.

Sex stories: My younger sister Tony.part-3 Fighting myself for what seemed like an eternity, I slowly reached over with my other hand, and wrapped my arm around her waist. It seemed like Lindsey was definitely still fast asleep. I lay-there for another five minutes, and then very gently with the palm of my hand cupped her left breast over her night shirt and wrapping my fingers ever so slightly tucked under her armpit. I could feel my bare forearm touching the nakedness of her body just slightly under her breasts. Her chest rose and sank with each breath that she took heaving slightly and I was confident that she must certainly be sleeping.

Ten more minutes past as I lay motionlessly with my hand now virtually groping my own daughter! Was it really wrong, questioned myself, after all I was just comforting my daughter. It wasn’t like I was actually engaged in any kind of sexual activity with her. I justified in my mind that while I certainly wouldn’t want Danielle to know, I didn’t feel too guilty. Obviously, I reasoned that nothing else would happen beyond what was already occurring.

Then something changed…..

Lindsey shifted, and brought her hand up to mine and interlocked her fingers with mine pulled us tightly against her swelling breast, and squeezing lightly our hands against her body. I could feel her small nipples harden slightly in between my fingers, and immediately my now rising cock jumped alertly lightly touching the backside of little ass. I could feel the tip of my dick kissing the small valley between her firm cheeks.

“Lindsey I whispered, are you awake?” no response. I could feel her hand slacken a bit. My heart was pounding and quietly I whispered again “Lindsey, Are you OK?” Still there was no answer. My fully erect cock was now throbbing, and the lust filling my body had now completely overwhelmed any sense of logic and reason. The last thing in the world I was thinking was whether or not this was wrong. I just needed, some kind of sexual release. By now, the tip of my now fully hardened dick was poking inconspicuously out from the fabric of the boxers I had worn to bed. Moving meticulously I quietly and carefully position the lower half of my torso closer closer the desires of my lust. By now her hand had gone someone limp again, and so very slowly I slid my right arm down carefully until my forearm rested just slightly above her hips are naked belly. With great care, I applied pressure, pulling her ever so slowly toward my wanton, manhood. I could feel the very tops of her hip bones jabbing my arm, as I put pressure on her belly, pulling her backside closer to my sex. With each inch, my cock began to slide between the now moist folds of her legs, resting carefully on her panties which by now were mostly soaked with her young virginal juices. I could feel my cock throbbing with excitement as I lay with my thirteen year-old daughter, nestled between her legs. I felt as though I might explode at any second. And straining with all of my ability somehow I managed to keep my composure, and prevent my incestuous seed from spilling out all over us.

This was pure heaven, but it wasn’t good enough to satisfy my sexual desires. I needed more. I wanted her!

Now unfortunately, I realized that something else I change also. Danielle my wife who was sleeping in the bed next to us, I had suddenly stopped snoring. Things become very quiet. I felt confident that even though I was in a compromising position with my daughter that I could just as easily move away and no one would be any the wiser. Then as quickly as she had stopped, Danielle rolled to her side away from us toward the edge of her bed and began happily snoring again.

Being cautious I waited about another fifteen minutes before taking any other action. I now was filled with the fear that maybe I might be discovered and doubt begin to creep in, and guilt it’s familiar friend right behind. That soon also left, when Lindsey pushed back slightly against my fully erect dick, sighing, as the friction between us gave way to a sudden gush from the tight folds of her increasingly wet slit.

Sex stories: My son come home and we Incestuous Homecoming At this point I honestly didn’t know if she was awake, so I lay there nervously wondering and imagining how horribly awful and wrong this could turn out for me. More time pass by, but that old monster inside me deepen my desire to continue on. More than anything in the world I wanted to grab her by the hips and thrust my manhood deep inside of her young pussy. In my minds eye, I could see myself pounding inside of her mercilessly,causing such a scene Danielle would wake, at the very moment I emptied my seed inside of our daughter.

How the desire and lust had built up inside of me like I had never known before. With my needy manhood firmly planted between her sweet young cheeks, I needed to either excuse myself to the bathroom or relieve myself where I am now started.

Just then Lindsey twitched, abruptly. I immediately relaxed my tense arms and almost instinctively held my breath. Now I knew Lindsey was awake. I pretended to be asleep altering my breath carefully, mimicking the sounds of someone who was truly asleep. The only problem was I most certainly was not.

I heard a small, but audible gasp, and she carefully moved her hand down to the now thickened member which lay throbbing between her legs. Then I felt her The cold fingers over small hand touching the head of my dick with you and found buried between her legs. “Oh my God!” she said quietly, “Daddy?” “Daddy?”she whispered careful not to wake her mom. Not saying a word I lay there quietly, still playing like I was asleep. After a few moments, I felt her small fingers, she reached back, spreading her legs slightly, to discover more of what she had already found it. No she begin to caress the length of my cock very very carefully, surely trying not to wake me. I wanted to cry out with pleasure, but decided to see just how far she wanted to take this. She took the better part of five minutes exploring my dick with her fingers. And then very slowly I felt her ass moving backwards, pausing, and then moving forward again, along the length of my bulging cock. Then again back and forward I could feel the heat it was coming from or female opening. I could hear her stifling small mewing noises and now gratifying moans. “My God!” I thought to myself, “My daughter is pleasuring herself with her daddy‘s cock!” “She thinks I’m asleep!” Suddenly it occurred to me she might be just as passionate as I was about her.

Without thinking of much of anything else I carefully move my free hand underneath her nightshirt and began softly caressing, her soft but ample breast. It was when I gently pinched her nipple between my thumb and forefinger that she realized what was happening. “Oh God dad!” she gasped “Oh no!” “I’m so sorry… I’m so…. Oh my God, what am I doing!” She started whimpering when she pulled her hand away from the length of my cock. “It’s OK”was I whispered. “It feels good.” “Does it feel good for you?” “No! no! no! no!”she exclaimed, “I’m so sorry! This is so wrong! You must think I’m disgusting! Now I know I’m going to hell!” Lindsey protested. “No! It’s not like that at all.” I managed “I know you didn’t plan this. And before you climbed in my bed, It was the last thing that I would’ve ever done.” I said quietly. “But daddy,” she said looking back at me with an ashamed look on her face, “I’m your daughter, and we shouldn’t be doing this kind of thing” “Listen,”I said, “You have nothing to be ashamed of. Do you love me don’t you? And Lindsey I love you. How could there be anything wrong if we wanted to share that with each other.” Lindsey lowered her head, making little crying sounds. “Don’t worry baby,” I said, “Let daddy make you feel better.”

With that I placed my free arm around her hips again. I began to rock my hips forward sliding the length of my cock along her now soaking wet slit. Lindsey moaned quietly into the pillow, I could hear her teeth taking small bites, from the pillowcase. She looked back at me with wide eyes and quietly asked “Are you sure daddy?” “I am, if you are,” I said. “Oh daddy,” said Lindsey “I want it so bad!” Lindsey’s eyes widened suddenly as we both felt the tip of my dick slide into her sopping cunt. “Oh God!” she said with lust filled eyes, “Oh god, yes, I want this!” “What about mom?” she questioned “I’m afraid she’ll wake up.” “Honey,” I said “You know your mom, it would take a nuclear bomb to go off for her to wake up. Besides I’ve already kicked her with my heel a few times for snoring tonight and as you can see she still snoring!”Lindsey laughed a bit, “Yeah, you’re right daddy. And honestly I don’t think I would really care if I was on all fours and you were fucking me like an animal. That’s how much I want you deep inside me!” Her mouth found the fingers of my free hand. And she began sucking on them like a ravenous dog. With a little effort I began to push myself inside my daughter. Her pussy was so tight. It felt like she was milking the cum right out of me before I had a chance to even enjoy myself. With a little bit of effort I bottomed out, pulled myself out again continue to push back in. Lindsey let out a little cry, but then her willing cunt accommodated my invading monster. I could feel the bed shift beneath us with every thrust of my member as our incestuous passion played out before us. Lindsey buried her face in the pillow moaning carefully, with each motion of our bodies as I begin to fuck my sweet thirteen year-old daughter. Bringing her face from the pillow she reached back with her mouth finding mine, our tongues danced and with each thrust Lindsey moaned to my mouth.

Sex stories: Son dates his mother for her birthday “Oh my God daddy!” She moaned, “Fuck me harder! Fuck me deeper! Your cock is so big! Oh God! I want you so bad!” Lindsey squealed quietly. “Oh yes baby! I hissed, “You’re so fucking tight! I love your sweet pussy!” Moving my hands up carefully removed the oversized T-shirt and covered her upper torso. I moved my mouth to her right breast, twirling my tongue around the nipple. My right hand mauled her left breast, as I began sucking relentlessly on her perfect tit. Arching her back and throwing her head into my shoulder, she gasped, as I continued to pound my dick into her virgin pussy. Our bodies moved in perfect motion for what seemed like the rest of the night. Her willingly giving herself to me and her father. A daughter wanting her daddy.

I could feel the muscles of her cunt tighten, as she cascaded into the depths of her first orgasm. She started moaning just a little louder, So I reached up between her breasts and grabbed her by the throat to suppress the noise that she was making, as she enjoyed the orgasm on her daddies cock. “My God!” she managed out, “That was the most amazing thing I have ever felt in my entire life!” “Oh I know,” I retorted, “It feels like you cut my dick and a half! I laughed. She laughed and smiled at me, as I continued my assault now grabbing her hips I began to pick up the pace, as I could feel myself beginning to come closer to my own release. “Lindsey, I have to pull out! I’m going to cum, I don’t want to get you pregnant!” I wheezed. “No!” she almost screamed, “I want you inside me! I want to feel you inside me, when you pump your delicious seed into me! I want your baby!” She pleaded. That drove me over the edge, with my teeth clenched, I dug my nails into her hips and with one last thrust emptied my seed deep inside my beautiful thirteen year-old daughter, then collapsed. Lindsey smiled then looking over her shoulder, Gasped, and exclaimed, “Oh my God! You’re awake mom!”

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