#i will kiss every damn star on his body and that is a threat

[redr0sewrites]

i dont know how to handle my cuteness aggression when i see my fav characters i want to grab my comfort characters and squish them and i mean this in the most normal 100% neurotypical way ever but do u ever just want to squish people/characters into little bits and pieces bc u love them sm???? anyways how r yall doing 😇😇😇 DOnt read the tags i went feral

[charlottes-diary-entries]

Hello love! I absolutely adore your writing, I was wondering if maybe you could do a poly!mauraders x reader where maybe the reader got injured somehow (maybe quditch?) and the mauraders are like all worried and stuff? Totally fine if you don’t want to do it, I just got injured at my competition and I’m feeling sorry for myself 😂

baby i feel your self-pity, i hate getting benched from injuries!! it's the total worst and i hope you heal quickly, but in the mean time here's something special! it turned more into an independent reader struggling with being worried over, but i hope you enjoy darling. <3

CW: injuries, but thats about it <3

The sound of the students in the stands could only be described as a frightening roar during the match. Through some drizzling rain, Gryffindors and Slytherins had poured out of their common rooms by the dozens to witness the match, which had become increasingly intense.

Foul plays from Slytherins, attempts at similar plays from Gryffindor (which James shut down immediately with a reprimanding and a few threats of what practice would become should such poor sportsmanship continue). You had dodged more ill-aimed bludgers than you could count, and as the wind picked up and the rain got heavier, it was all you could do to stay on your broom.

And at some point, even that became unmanageable.

You could have sworn you'd just blinked and suddenly the noise in your ears increased ten-fold, deafening you, and there were these horrible stars in your eyes.

Then you were on the ground, and there were lots and lots of people around you, and you couldn't really see right, and-

"Shit, shit, shit, love! Shit!"

Was that James?

"What happened? What the fuck happened? Was this one of the snakes, because I swear to fuck-"

Sirius?

They kept shouting, until someone else (a professor?) was shouting at them to quiet down. A lot of movement, fuzzy, dizzying movement, then someone was picking you up and suddenly falling asleep felt like a very, very nice idea.

"No, no, no dove, stay up for us, yeah? I don't- Maybe falling asleep isn't a good idea okay?"

Ah, so Remus was carrying you. You tried to lift a hand to your eyes, to hide from the light, or hide from Remus, or something, but you could barely feel your hand. Scratch that, your entire arm felt like it'd been pulled clean off.

Tears began to slip down your cheeks because fuck, now that you thought about it, your head really, really hurt. Your whole body was burning in pain.

"Oh, don't cry dovey, please, don't cry, Madame Pomfrey'll fix you up so quick, you won't even know..."

You lost the rest of his sentence as you began to drift away. Not that you really wanted to, it just felt much, much easier than staying awake...

All that was what had landed you here, benched at Quidditch with a pair of sunglasses on, a nasty cast around your left arm, and what your boys had deemed a permanent frown that worsened by the minute.

You had woken from the concussion very early the next morning to find an extremely frantic Sirius at the foot of your bed. He kissed you and talked while Remus and James were both still asleep, holding hands as they sat by your bed. Apparently, Sirius couldn't sleep he was so worried about you.

(The conversation didn't get much further than that as Pomfrey entered and began to shoo off the boys. Poor Remus and James only got to give you quick "I Love You's" before being firmly ushered out.)

You had been on bed rest the entire day, Pomfrey also dealing with a freak accident from a first-year potions class. Several children with boils and fevers and a need for so much attention that Pomfrey could not spend time brewing fresh Skele-Gro for you, hence, the traditionally muggle healing methods on your arm. Her potion for your concussion was helping you heal faster, but damn did it make every light blinding.

James had determined you banned from Quidditch practice until you were fully healed. While you understood his reasoning, it did not mean you had to be happy about being benched.

"Lighten up please, darling, glaring at them isn't going to make your head better."

You turned to glower at Remus instead, who sat to your right and handed you a cauldron cake. He smiled brightly and bumped your shoulder before kissing your forehead. Your frown deepened immensely.

"Maybe so, but it's certainly making me feel better knowing they know how much I hate this."

"Am I really such horrid company?" Remus said, a cheeky grin on his face. You rolled your eyes (which definitely did not hurt your head) and turned back to watch James and Sirius fly about in the air. You leaned your head on his shoulder and shut your eyes.

"No," You began, "I just wish I could be up there."

Remus's grin dropped and he placed a kiss to your temple before leaning his head against yours.

"I know dove."

You watched them continue their drills in silence and you had begun to eat your treat when Remus spoke up again.

"Though, it is nice to have you for company. I finally have someone else to ogle the boys with."

At this you snorted, looking up again to follow James and Sirius in the air.

"Yeah, they are pretty hot when they do their thing, huh?"

"Very. Very hot."

"Please, Sirius, my arm's fine now, I can carry my own bags-"

"Not if I have anything to say about it."

Sirius held your books out of your reach with a grin and you huffed, crossing your arms as you both walked to potions. None of the boys had let you carry anything the past week, which was sweet and very gentlemanly of them, but quickly beginning to bother you. Especially as Pomfrey had had you up in the Medical Wing very quickly, choking down Skele-Gro so your arm could heal. Was your arm a tad weaker than normal? Yes! Did it make you a helpless doll? Absolutely not!

"I'm completely serious-"

"No, I am!"

"Siri!" You tried to glare at him, snatching at your bag which he expertly kept to himself. "I can carry my own books, really, I'm fine."

"Hmm..." Sirius stopped cold and began to study you, inspecting you from head to toe. He stepped closer, grabbing your chin, which in turn made you gasp a little bit and lose some of your bravado. He tilted your head each way before grabbing your freshly healed arm and staring it down. You went to interrupt when he slipped your hand into his own and began pulling you along.

"Since you want to hold something so bad, you get me until we say you're alright."

You scoffed as an awful grin grew on his face.

"This is ridiculous. It's almost been a week and still."

"Still what, dove?" A new voice popped up, and James sidled up beside the two of you, taking your other hand.

Your face warmed a little bit as he leaned over to place a kiss on your cheek, but you rolled your eyes and powered on.

"Still you're all coddling me. I mean, you have to let me back on my broom someday, James. Can't keep me benched forever."

At this he frowned, growing a little more serious. "Darling, you need rest to heal. You still need those glasses outside and I'd rather play it safe with you. Don't want you mucking up a solid week of getting better just cause you couldn't wait to be back on a broom. It'd make me a bad captain to let you do that, and an even worse boyfriend."

Again, you grumbled, trying to accept their caring as simply that; caring. He placed another kiss on your cheek and swung your hands back and forth as Sirius spoke up again.

"We don't get many chances to worry over you like this darling, let us baby you just this once? Pretty please?"

He flashed you horrid puppy-eyes as James squeezed your hand again. You rolled your eyes, feeling warmth spread throughout your cheeks and neck.

"Just- let's get to potions. Please."

Both boys grinned and began chattering away as you walked. Would it be so horrible to let them treat you for a while?

Yes. Yes, it would.

Because it would seem, after nearly two weeks of resting and healing spent half in your bed and entirely in the arms of your boyfriends, they still were unwilling to let you return to practice fully.

This thought irked you horribly as you sat, hovering on your broom like a first-year, doing slow laps around the quidditch field no more than a meter off the ground. You picked up your pace a little bit, beginning to feel a bit of wind on your face as you thought of how badly you wanted to be doing more.

"Oi, quit it."

The glare you sent James's way was burning with simmering frustration. You proceeded to stick your tongue out at him and cross your arms, as childish as it felt.

He merely frowned in response, turning to watch the rest of the team drilling catching and dodging with some quaffles. Even if he wanted to place all his attention on you, it would've been entirely unfair to the rest of the team. Sirius was also distracted, i.e., finding a little too much fun in their game of dodgeball. (He'd nearly given a keeper a black eye.) Remus was not there to watch today, instead spending his time studying for an upcoming exam.

With all eyes turned away from you, and this endless itch to actually, finally do something, slipping away was a very easy thing to do.

As you began to fly around the grounds of Hogwarts, shooting up into the sky and diving back down to pick up even more speed, you could've sworn the wind wasn't just whistling in your ears. It was whispering to you that slipping away was the right thing.

You whooped and hollered and laughed as you chased your way around the towers and over the Black Lake. You dared to let your hand fall and scrape the inky dark surface of the water, and the resulting splash endlessly delighted you. Eventually, you decided to settle your little escape under a tree by the shore.

A few pants escaped you as your lungs caught up with all you had just done. After, you'd relaxed for maybe another twenty minutes and it felt like nothing could wipe the smile off your face.

"Jesus, dove, there you are."

Alright, maybe nothing.

You turned to find Sirius landing his broom and jogging over to you, and your face slowly began to drop. He dropped to his knees next to you and gave you a cursory glance, and when he was happy with the state of you, relaxed against the tree as well.

The two of you sat in silence for a minute before you managed to speak up.

"I'm not sorry or anything. By the way. And I-" You glanced over to Sirius, before staring forward and plowing on, "I've appreciated you all caring and coddling me but I'm better and I'm sick of being sidelined and babied and- and-"

You looked at Sirius again to find him smiling at you, completely in love. There was so much care in his eyes that it caused you to stumble over your words and past your point completely.

"And... yeah."

Sirius only continued to smile at you. He then sighed a little and wrapped an arm around your waist to tug you into him.

"Sorry we've been babying you, gorgeous." He paired this with a kiss pressed to your temple. "We're just nervous about making sure you're okay."

"I'm okay. Believe me, I am okay now."

"I believe you, love."

"Good."

You relaxed against him and soaked up the day together. There were birds singing in the distance and a light breeze dancing across the grass. It felt peaceful. You turned your gaze to Sirius and pressed a loving kiss to his cheek.

"I do mean it, I appreciate you all worrying about me. Even if you don't need to so much anymore."

"Not a problem dovey," He grinned, still looking out across the lake before he turned to return your kiss. "It's our job as boyfriends. And now, our job is to convince James you're well enough to do more than float an inch off the ground."

A snort escaped you as you laughed at that, sighing and hiding your face against his shoulder.

"He's gonna give me so much shit for skipping out on practice, floating or not."

"I'm sure it won't be all that bad."

Sirius now smirked down at you, unable to resist pressing yet another kiss to your cheek.

"He's completely smitten with you after all. We all are."

oh my god this is a million years late babes, i'm so sorry. between finals and dorm moveout i've been completely swamped. i'm planning on getting back into the fanfiction grind though, so you have plenty to look forward to coming up darling!! all the best!!!! <3

[holybibly]

This is a sweet thing for my little March Bunny @wisejudgedragonhairdo

Happy Birthday, darling 💗💗💗 Stay obedient, Bunny, and your mistress will surely spoil you even more.

Hotter, more dangerous and crazier than ever, our gorgeous toxic boyfriends are back!

Sometimes you were afraid of Wooyoung. Not in the way that he frightened you or threatened you; no, Wooyoung loved you like crazy, and it was this craziness that frightened you.

There were days when he would be furious, mocking you in all sorts of ways, only to press you against the bed with his strong and hot body and talk about how much he loved you—so much that he was ready to kill you. Yes. Wooyoung was ready to kill you if it meant that you would be his and his alone.

That's what happened now; he literally dragged you home, hissing like an angry cat, all because you didn't answer when he called you.

His hands were rough as he pushed you onto the bed and immediately got on top of you, wrapped his hand around your throat, and pulled you into an aggressive, carnal kiss. Wooyoung had always loved to kiss passionately and deeply, so deeply that you got the impression that he was trying to drink your very soul through your mouth. His grip on your throat tightened, indicating that if you did not obey, he would simply strangle you until you became the soft and gentle girl that you were meant to be.

"Do you really find obedience so difficult? If you want to act like a bitch, I'll treat you like one, princess." Wooyoung hissed and squeezed your throat a little, causing you to let out a moan of pain.

And he meant every word of it as he fucked you like an animal—growling, biting, and clawing at you. His teeth left swollen, angry marks on your soft skin; his fingers dug into your thighs until they bruised; and his hips slammed into your ass with such force that the skin was red and painful.

At one point, as he continued to thrust hard and deep into your sensitive pussy, he pressed his chest against your back.

"I love you so much." Wooyoung's plump, sensual lips left feverish, searing kisses on your neck, and that's when you felt it—he was in tears. "I love you so much. Please, please don't ever leave me. Never." With each word, the speed of his movements seemed to increase. The veins in his forearms bulged and pulsed as one of his arms wrapped around your throat again.

"If you ever leave me, I am going to kill you. You will never belong to anyone else but me. Do you understand what I say?" The threat in his voice was so clear that you cowered in fear, even though his voice was hoarse from crying.

"I belong to you and you alone, Woo, forever."

You could only agree with everything he said because you understood Wooyoung as clearly as you could. Dare to leave him, and you will die.

Getting to know Mingi was like sitting on top of a powder keg. One moment he would be tender with you, a whimpering mess crawling up your legs and drooling on your fingers. The next day, he would literally be raping you, fucking you with such fury and cruelty that you would barely be conscious.

You never thought you'd go out with someone like him—happy, gorgeous, arrogant, rich, and a real bastard at that—but something about him caught your eye, and Mingi, Mingi fell in love with you at first sight.

You were shining, shining like a fucking star in the velvety black sky, and he wanted that light for himself. What you didn't understand at first, and then it was too late, was that Mingi was also incredibly greedy.

He wanted everything from you: attention, obedience, adoration, worship, and love. He wanted your whole damn life.

You didn't plan the evening to end like this; it was just another trendy club you and Mingi went to, and after a few drinks, you went dancing with the other girls while Mingi stayed at the table smoking a joint with other guys. Nothing strange—another evening like the hundreds of others you spent together.

But apparently, Mingi didn't think so. When one of your friends moved too close to you, hugging your waist, he seemed to be wedged. Before you knew it, you'd been torn from another's embrace, your arm already bruised from the tight grip.   "We're leaving." Mingi growled in your ear as he dragged you through the crowd of drunken, excited people. He was filled with anger and jealousy, and he wanted to show you clearly who you belonged to and what was best for you.

And that's how you ended up on your dining room table with Mingi's mouth on your pussy. You had come three times already, but he wasn't going to stop, no matter how sensitive you were.

"Do you think this girl would be better at going down on you? Do you think her tongue would be better than mine? Will you answer me, whore?" His teeth clenched painfully against your thigh and you squealed at the intense sensation. But then you had an understanding of what it was that had him do it, and it was a new one. Mingi was jealous; he had always been jealous, but he had never been jealous of a girl.

His lips wrapped around your sensitive, swollen clit, sucking it aggressively into his mouth, and at the same time, two of his long fingers entered you.

"Mingi, I can't stand it any longer; it's too much." Your hands tried to move his head away from you, but that only made him more angry, and a second later, his palm was slapping you hard across your cheek. The sting was so sharp that your whole body shrank away from the pain, which was strangely mixed with pleasure as he ran his tongue between the folds of your pussy.

"Eyes on me." Mingi ordered in a voice that was dangerously deep. You obeyed immediately, meeting his predatory, narrowed eyes. His make-up was a little smudged, and his eyes were a little out of focus from the joint he'd smoked earlier, but that only made him look even more dangerous.

"Listen, little bitch, that cunt is mine, and I am going to eat it up as much as I want to. Do you understand me or not?" Mingi growled and slapped your pussy once more. You were already collapsing in his arms, and you didn't know how much longer you could stand it, but you knew better than to have an argument with Mingi.

"Yes, Mingi, I understand you."

"That's my doll; now lie down on the table and don't try to distract me." And his mouth was on you again, caressing you with new passion, sweet and painful at the same time.

[rax-writes]

↬ hellish elysian

Elysian - relating to or characteristic of heaven or paradise.

Pairing: Crowley x afab!Reader Warnings: Smut, MDNI, 18+ ONLY ⇆ P in V sex, unprotected sex, oral (female receiving), choking / breath play, impact play, hair pulling, degradation, mention of blood kink

The original objective of this entire situation had been manipulation. But, at this point, it was impossible to tell who was manipulating whom ��� or if that was at all part of the dynamic anymore.

Post-human blood debacle, Crowley felt more vulnerable than he had in a few hundred years. Being around demons too often felt risky, lest they sniff out his vulnerability & use it to their advantage. But he craved touch, affection, and closeness – which made him feel like a whiny child, but he couldn't get rid of the craving without satiating it. The best option, in this “between a rock and a hard place” scenario, was none other than one of the people who had a hand in attempting to make him human.

You.

You clearly knew of his involvement in the third trial, and you were a human. Even though you were a hunter – a damn good one, at that – you were still just a human, so he viewed you as less of a threat than any demons he could use for sex.

Or, at least, that's how he justified it. The truth was that Crowley had wanted to fuck you since the day he met you – first just to piss off Moose and Squirrel, then simply because something about you made his trousers tighter.

On your end, the rationale wasn't too different from Crowley's. Given the endless flirtatious comments the King of Hell threw your way, you often contemplated whether you could use sex as a bargaining chip with him. Sure, he was undeniably hot, and something about that gravely accented voice made you flush. But it didn't seem to be a card you truly wanted to play – until you basically got a late night “booty call” text from an unmistakable 666 phone number.

You got some juicy intel out of it, and a couple of ancient relics, both of which helped on the next couple of hunts. The next time, you got a very old, very powerful protection amulet. The third time… well, you came so hard you passed out, so you just called that transaction square. The fourth time was just a lavish dinner, a horse-drawn carriage ride around Paris at night, and a stay in a hotel that was so over-the-top fancy you could scarcely believe your eyes.

You lost track after that, but eventually… there were no transactions, no trades. Just mind-blowing, spine-melting, moral-disintegrating sex.

Crowley still bought you dresses with four-figure price tags to wear to swanky restaurants, followed by stays in five star hotels or rented million-dollar homes, fucking the brains out of one another on every surface. But somewhere along the way, any attempts at personal gain via manipulation were lost, and the two of you just enjoyed each other's company.

Which is what brought you to your current position – naked on silk sheets, barely clinging to consciousness as the King of Hell made you cum on his tongue for the umpteenth time that evening.

Crowley spoke, but you could barely hear him over the ringing in your ears. It sounded like he was far away as you gasped for air, eyes closed as you came down from your high.

“You look so pretty like this, pet,” he purred, absentmindedly kissing your inner thighs – each peck of his lips making you twitch. “Fucked within an inch of your life by none other than moi. Oh, I love to see it.”

Agonizingly slow, Crowley made his way up your body, leaving nips and kisses in his wake. Thighs, hips, stomach, breasts, throat, jaw – and, finally, your lips. As he situated himself between your legs, the familiar feeling of his rock hard cock grinding against your soaked pussy invaded your senses, causing you to sigh into the kiss. He continued to glide his shaft through your folds, teasing you until you began to whine.

“Something you want, darling?” Crowley asked lightheartedly, grinding harder against you. When you merely whined and hooked your legs around him, trying to pull him closer, he let out a condescending tsk tsk tsk. “You know what to say to get exactly what you want.”

However, his smirk faded when you rolled your eyes.

“I am not saying that.”

“You will if you want me to finish the job.”

That only made you smile, because god, it was always so fun to call his bluffs.

You shrugged, moving to leave the bed, “Meh, the job is finished enough, I'd say. We can go ahead and call it a day.”

Lightning fast, Crowley let out a quiet growl, grabbed you by the jaw, turned your head to face him, agitation written all over his face. You merely smiled – which only irked him more.

“Fine. You don't have to call me ‘my king.’ Just… just get back over here,” Crowley demanded, his voice becoming marginally more desperate at the end. You complied, falling into his arms on the bed, and he wasted no time in capturing you in a searing kiss.

One of his hands drifted lower to pump himself a few times, before snarling, “Cocky little bitch, aren’t you?” Before you could retort, he plunged into you in one swift thrust.

A loud, debauched moan escaped you, and you mindlessly raked your nails down Crowley’s back, earning a hiss from him – but you knew him well enough by now to know that he liked it.

The demon set a merciless pace, burying his face in the crook of your neck, beard scratching the sensitive flesh there.

“Hit me.”

The words fell from your lips before you’d even fully thought them through, but Crowley was never one to hesitate. Almost instantly, you felt his palm collide with your cheek – somehow with the perfect amount of pain to make it absurdly pleasurable.

You toppled over an edge you didn’t even realize you’d been approaching, coming undone beneath him with a scream. Vaguely, you heard Crowley hum in amusement. Before you’d fully regained your senses, he was flipping you onto your stomach and pulling your hips up to meet his, using his grip on you as leverage to resume harshly fucking you. He seemed to be aware that you were practically mindless at this point, as he manhandled you however he pleased.

As a cacophony of wet, lewd sounds and moans filled the room, you momentarily had enough mental clarity to recall why the nature of this arrangement was so hot: it’s wrong. It’s so goddamn wrong – for a skilled hunter to be knocking boots with the literal King of Hell. But fuck, does it feel so right when he’s inside of you – hitting your sweet spot with brutal, precise thrusts, pulling your hair harshly to force you upright and into a messy kiss.

When the kiss broke, you let your head fall back onto Crowley’s shoulder, and his heavy breathing hit your ear as he wrapped a strong hand around your throat, squeezing just the right amount. You clenched around him, and he groaned – low and deep.

“Such a filthy whore you are, darling,” Crowley stated, that damned gravelly, accented voice causing you to clench around him again. Keeping one hand around your throat, the other drifted from your hip to your clit, rubbing steady circles over it. “Mm, you love it when I talk to you, don't you? Whether it’s praise or degradation – as long as I’m talking, it gets you moaning and gripping my cock like a bitch in heat. You’re positively vile, pet. And I love it.”

There were tears streaming down your face from listening to him, and from him toying with your overstimulated clit, and the sight brought a dark chuckle from deep within Crowley’s chest.

“My little succubus,” he mused, then abruptly slapped you again before returning that hand to your throat to give it a firm squeeze.

It was all too much. You came again with a strangled cry of his name. Ever the egomaniac, hearing you finish with his name on your lips was almost always his ending point as well, and Crowley bit down harshly onto your shoulder as he finished inside of you.

The pair of you fell to your sides on the bed, spooning with his cock still inside of you. Crowley draped his arm around your waist, then kissed the bite mark he left on your shoulder. When you turned your head slightly to speak to him, your breath was stolen from your lungs when you noticed the crimson blood on his lips. He opened his mouth to apologize for having bitten you so hard, but then he noticed the way your jaw hung slack, your breathing grew heavier, and your pupils darkened to the point that your irises were fully eclipsed. And he smirked.

“A blood kink, love? Always full of surprises, aren’t we?”

“Go to sleep, Crowley.”

“Another time then,” he replied, not missing the way you smiled as you turned away from him.

[thatonegenshinsimp]

Inteyvat (Dainsleif x fem!reader NSFW)

Notes: I may have enjoyed writing this one just a little too much...

Warnings: fem!reader, sub!reader, bulging, creampie, hair pulling, slight angst, slight spoilers for the Interlude chapters in the Archon quests

NSFW content below! By scrolling down past this point, you have decided to read the content below of your own accord!

It was rare for Dainsleif to fall asleep and stay asleep for so long, especially when there were matters in dealing with the Abyss Order that he needed to take care of. However, there was also you, his wife, that he needed to take care of, and he’d be damned a second time by Celestia before he let your needs go unfulfilled.

Even if those needs consisted of him making love to you until dawn just to prove that he still loved you.

You woke up slowly next to him in the bed you shared, one arm draped over your waist and the other beneath you. You were one of the few people he had left from his homeland, one of the precious few he could still trust and let his guard down around. You rolled over slowly to face him, being careful not to wake him up. Last night was filled with whispered confessions of love and adoration from both of you as his hips thrusted against yours slowly. You loved him dearly, and always made sure he knew that you cherished him. And even though your usually stoic husband could be a bit distant sometimes, he still reminded you every time that he loved you, whether that be with his words or with his body.

You cupped his face in your hands and gently pressed your lips against his, tangling your legs with his. He stirred slightly before settling down and going still again, causing you to smile. You saw his Abyss stained arm and hand, your own gently making its way up his bicep and to his face. He always looked so beautiful whenever he slept, tangled in the throes of dreams you could only hope were pleasant and peaceful. He rarely had any sort of peace of mind these days, with the Abyss Order constantly being a growing threat to the natural order of Teyvat. You ran your thumb over his cheek, before watching as the eye beside it slowly opened. “Good morning.” You whispered, pressing your lips against the tip of his nose, and then his cheeks, before finally pressing them against his own. He took a deep breath and sighed deeply, a small smile tugging at the corners of his lips as he closed his eye again. “Morning.” He mumbled, his voice still heavy with sleep when he spoke. He reached out and wrapped his arms around your waist, pulling you closer to him as his chest pressed against yours. “Did you sleep well?” He asked, opening his eyes fully this time. “Mhm.” You hummed, watching as he leaned into your hand and relaxed at the feel of your touch. “Did you sleep well?” You asked, your hands making their way downwards to his and intertwining. “I did, surprisingly enough. I haven’t slept this well in… in a long time.” He breathed, his gaze turning from peaceful and content to slightly melancholic. “Hey, what’s wrong?” You asked, starting to get up when the cold air hit your back and made you shiver. You pulled the covers back up to your chin and laid back down, pressing yourself closer to him as his face reddened. “Stars above, it’s freezing!” You hissed, snuggling up to him in an attempt to get some more warmth. Dainsleif splayed his hands against your back, his warm palms giving you some relief from the cold. You sighed as he kissed you, eyes going half lidded as he let his hands wander over your soft skin. He was irresistible when he was like this, needy and craving your touch. It was so easy for you to let your mind wander when mornings like this happened, to think about how those big hands of his could do much more than just hold you. It was so easy to think about all the things those thick fingers of his alone could do to you.

You reached up and tangled your fingers in his soft blond hair, pressing your lips against his. “You mind if we continue from where we left off last night?” You asked. Dainsleif shook his head, before leaning in and gently kissing your neck. You tilted your head to the side to let him access your neck better. He pressed open mouthed kisses against your skin, his hands making their way down to your thighs. You gasped when he spread your legs and looked down at you, pinning them apart with his own as his hand made its way down your body. He gently grabbed your thigh with one of his hands, his blue abyss stained fingers digging into your skin gently to hold you still. The other went lower to your entrance, his thick fingers pressing against your slit as he looked up at your face. You gasped as he slid two fingers inside of you, scissoring them slowly to stretch you. You reached up and fisted the sheets beside your head, moaning softly as he curled his fingers and pushed them deeper. “NgAAh~! Th-there, right there- AhH~!” You cried out as his fingers grazed over your sweet spot, his thumb finding your clit and rubbing hard little circles against your bundle of nerves. “Let go, sweetheart, I’ve got you.” He whispered, moving his hand faster as he leaned in closer to you and pressed his lips against yours. Tears welled up in your eyes as you hovered on the edge of the release you craved, letting go of the sheets in favor of grabbing his broad shoulders. “HnAhhN~! Cumming- Dain~!” You wailed his name as you squirted on his fingers, gasping when he pulled them out.

You were still coming down from your high when you heard a deep chuckle from above you, and looked up to see your husband looking at the mess you made on his hand. “I want to see you do that again~” he said, reaching down and pumping himself a few times with the same hand. He then pulled back a little and slotted his hips against yours, pressing his tip against your slit. Before anything else, he looked back up into your eyes, gently cupping your face in his hands. "May I?" he asked, watching as you nodded quietly. He reached for your thighs and pressed them up against your chest as he slowly slid into you. You clenched around the fat tip of his cock tightly, squeezing around him as he kept pressing into you. The drag of his heavy shaft against the gummy walls of your cunt made you shudder beneath him as he made slow, jerky thrusts into you to fit himself inside of you. “Ngh~ Dain, you’re s’big, mnh~ feels s’good- Ah~” you moaned, digging your nails into his shoulders as he went deeper. Dainsleif pressed his forehead against yours, sighing deeply as he spoke. “I’m almost halfway in now, sweetheart, you’re doing so good.” He whispered, his words serving to make you squeeze tighter around his thick shaft. "Hng~ Relax, or I'll have to go even slower than I am right now." he grunted softly, his hips stalling against yours. you slowly relaxed as he kept going, moaning as he finally bottomed out inside of you. He groaned loudly as your cunt spasmed and squeezed around him while you tried to get used to his size completely. Even now, it was so difficult for you to get used to this feeling after months without it, months without him. He had gone missing in Liyue, when he ran through the portal after that Abyss Herald and the Traveler's sibling. You didn't make it in time to the portal to get through with him, and were left on the other side of the portal with the Traveler and Paimon. During the time that Dainsleif was gone, you wandered aimlessly, searching for your husband for what felt like years, when in reality, it was barely three months. You thought you would never see him again, that you would never feel his arms around you like this again. Your grip on his shoulders tightened as tears welled up in your eyes, recalling that crushing feeling of being so very alone for so unbearably long. He noticed how quiet you'd gotten, and looked down at you as he spoke. "Are you alright?" he asked, reaching up and gently cupping your face in his hands. You nodded, letting your tears fall as he held you there. You reached up and put your hands over his, speaking very quietly. “I thought I wouldn’t get the chance to be close to you like this again. I was looking for you alone out there for so long, I thought you were killed.” you whispered, eyes shutting tightly as he looked down at you. Dainsleif gently thumbed away your tears and pressed his lips against yours, his eyes slipping closed as he kissed you. “I’m not going anywhere anytime soon, my beloved Inteyvat, I promise.” he whispered, his words soothing you and chasing away the negative thoughts in your already lust clouded mind. When he slowly pulled away, he set your legs back down against the mattress, letting you wrap them around his waist. He slowly rocked his hips against yours, watching as you whined softly and dragged your nails down his back. “Hnn~ just like that, please don’t stop- Ahn~!” You gasped when he hit deeper, causing you to clench and squeeze around him more. “Hnng~ so- fuck- tight. You’re always so good for me, you know that? Such a good girl.” He whispered, his hot breath fanning against your neck as you held onto him.

You buried your face in his neck and bit down on his skin, leaving a mark in the crook of his neck as his thrusts picked up speed. “Nh~ D-Dain, please- aHm~!” The coil in your lower tummy was winding tighter, and you couldn’t help but gasp as he hit your sweet spot, his tip bumping up against your cervix every time he hit particularly deep. “It’s been so long since I last had you like this, too long- Ngh~!” You squeezed around him tightly when he spoke, your gummy walls clenching around him at his words. Your eyes rolled back when his hand went town between the two of you and he rubbed your clit with his thumb. “Such a beautiful sight for my eyes alone. Go ahead and let go, sweetheart, I’ve got you.” He whispered, pressing his lips against yours as you gasped and moaned loudly, tugging his blond hair as tears pooled at the corners of your eyes. “NghAhm~ cumming, cumming- AnH~!” You came all over his cock as the tight coil of pleasure snapped in your lower tummy, pushing you over the edge as you buried your face in his shoulder. His own orgasm hit him soon after, his hips stuttering against yours as you spasmed and squeezed his thick shaft tightly. A loud groan slipped past his lips as the noise of skin meeting skin grew louder. You gripped his shoulders tightly as his hips stilled against yours, breathless beneath him. After the two of you had calmed down, you slowly pulled back and looked down at him. “Mmh~ Dain?” You looked down at him with half lidded eyes as he spoke. “Yeah, what is it?” He asked, his arms snaking up to yours so he could hold your hands. The spaces between your fingers were filled, and you couldn’t help the tears that rolled down your cheeks at the loving gesture. “Are you alright? Did I do something? Was it-” he stopped mid sentence as you started giggling softly, resolving to rest his head against your chest. “I love you.” You whispered, pressing your lips against his gently. He kissed you back, tensing up slightly as your hand went up to cup the side of his face. More specifically, you were holding the side of his face he usually wore his mask on, the side the abyss had stained. You didn’t care, you loved him dearly regardless of what had happened to him when he was in the abyss. “We should wash up.” you mumbled, chuckling softly as he huffed and nosed your neck. “Ok.” he mumbled.

You gasped as he braced himself and slowly pulled out, making sure he didn’t hurt you. He kissed your forehead before slowly getting up and pulling the covers back. He picked you up and slowly walked to the bathroom, gently setting you down on the rim of the bath and running the water warm the way you both liked it. Once the bath was full, he gently lowered you into the water as he spoke. “I’m going to let you soak in here for a bit while I make us something to eat and change the sheets. I shouldn’t be long.” He said, noticing your worried gaze. He pressed his lips against your forehead and stood up straight, throwing on a towel and wrapping it around his waist. You waited for him to come back, looking around the bathroom in the meantime. About twenty minutes later, he returned with some eggs and some bacon, setting the plates on the bathroom counter. He then took the towel off and got in the bath with you, sitting behind you as he grabbed the soap and lathered his hands with it. He then slowly rolled his palms against your shoulders, working his way down your body as he eased the tension that had built up in your muscles. “Does that feel better?” He asked, slowly pulling his hands away when he’d finished massaging your legs. “Mhmm~” you hummed, a blissed out expression on your face as you wrapped your arms around his neck. He shampooed and conditioned your hair and his, before rinsing it out of your hair and moving on to do the same with his own. You, however, gently guided him to lay back in the water, and gently rinsed it out of his hair. Your nails scratching his scalp like this always felt nice, and he seemed to melt in your arms as you rinsed his hair. “Ok, I’m done.” You mumbled, causing him to open his eyes and look up at you. You smiled down at him and pulled away so he could sit up, watching him get out of the bath to get the two of you some towels. He lifted you up and wrapped you up in the towel, draining the bath when you were out. He then helped dry you off, drying himself afterward. As he carried you back to bed, you couldn’t help but pull him down to kiss him. He gave a muffled grunt of surprise, before he returned the kiss. Once he set you down under the covers, he went back and got the food. It was still, thankfully, warm, and you gladly ate it as he handed you a glass of water. “You should drink something, it’ll do you well.” He said, watching as you took the glass and drank it. “Thanks.” You murmured, leaning against him as you finished eating your food. “Any time.” He replied, taking your plate and going downstairs with it to put it in the sink. He would wash it later when he had the time. He then got back in bed and under the covers with you, pulling you close to him. He always loved holding you like this after a particularly long session together, and you were happy to receive his touch. You rolled onto your back and let him rest his head against your chest, his arms around your waist as his usually tense body relaxed. “The Abyss can wait, I just want to be here with you right now.” Dainsleif whispered, letting himself bask in your warmth as he started falling asleep. “Don’t worry, Dain, I’m not going anywhere.” You soothed, watching him nod tiredly before he looked up at you. “I love you, my Inteyvat, I love you so very much.” He mumbled, closing his eyes and drifting off soon after. “I love you, too, Dainsleif.” You whispered, your hand in his hair as drowsiness took you over and you fell into the comforting embrace of sleep.

If only things could be peaceful like this all the time.

[misscherrys-world]

Welcome back to:

Random things I think about.

Starring: The fourth prince of Kakin empire, Tserriednich Hui Guo Rou.

Warnings : Tserriednich.

Yes that’s it he’s the warning.

Okay just kidding… but he’s a warning himself.

Warnings: nsfw, spoilers from the manga obviously, abusing behavior, spitting, rape mentioning. If there’s something I missed inform me about it plz.

This one took longer than I thought to have the courage to say my random thoughts about that man. Turned out he’s complicated.

First let’s talk about his amazing muscular body. He’d crash me with just one hand effortlessly.

Sometimes I hope Togashi would let Hisoka and Tserried meet and fight. I’d die from excitement.

Poor Theta, I’m genuinely worried about her fate. I think she’ll help Kurapika get closer to the Prince so they can kill him.

Also poor Pika, I’m worried what will happen to him when he sees Pairo’s head..

That man is worse than the five threats. I hope he’ll stay alive until they reach the dark continent so they let him die alone and painfully there.

By surprise he has friends? Like how did they tolerate his ass talk about male philosophers? Boring hypocrites.

So I ended my trash talk about him. Let’s start my random things I think about.

I think he does have skin care and hair care routine like Patrick Bateman from American Psycho.

They look too much alike. The hair, the face, the body, the bloodlust.

I think he takes interest in music too. Not any genre of music. Classical music to be precise, his favorite musician is Mozart. Typical

He doesn’t like dogs. He thinks they are too clingy, useless and stinky. I bet a dog bit him when he was a kid.

Doesn’t like kids. Annoying, useless and stupid. Yeah Unma dropped you on your head for sure.

He gets grossed out when someone talks about women’s menstrual cycle.

He gets the ick when he smells certain feminine perfumes like “La vie est belle and Scandal” so typical every damn woman smells like these two.

His favorite perfume is Versace Eros eau de parfum.

His favorite feminine perfume is YSL Libre eau de parfum Intense.

He owns a big collection of hand watches.

Despite his “hobby” he wouldn’t practice it on someone related to him. Friend, family, mistress..

Speaking of his mistress. It would be very difficult to satisfy him. His lover should have certain qualifications that go along with the image he painted himself to deceive people, and of course his lover herself.

He’s homophobic. But he secretly takes liking in men more than women. I don’t make the rules.

Doesn’t mean he’s not into women.

His s/o must be a woman. Royal reasons obv.

When it comes to sex he is selfish.

Fucks you like an animal in heat, and insults your entire family line while fucking you.

He’s abusive. If you did or say something that isn’t acceptable to his taste expect a slap on your face when you’re alone with him. He would spit on you too.

You can’t get away from him, you’re trapped.

He will remind you how lucky you are, nobody gets the privileges you have or the insane amount of spending you spend everyday, all thanks to him.

He’s generous enough to let you do shopping and get all these clothes and makeup without asking what do you spend all these money on.

But he will not tolerate ignorance and misbehaved brats like you.

Of course you finally knew exactly who you are in a relationship with.

He doesn’t mind raping you, he sees you as one of his belongings he has the right to do anything he wants with you. Your opinion doesn’t matter.

Sometimes he gets a soft spot for you, after a “silly argument” and another abusive episode he will catch you crying where no one can see you, he will hug you and pat your head while saying he’s sorry.

After you’re finished crying he’ll give you a soft kiss on your lips, and says he won’t hit you again.

Of course he’ll do it again. Sometimes he’ll threaten you with a gun or a knife. It gets worse by time.

Tell me what do you think and send me your headcanons too. 🤍🎀

[not-a-space-alien]

Tinytopia Chapter 11: Bloodthirst (Part 3)

Story Masterpost

On AO3

Thanks to my beta reader and funnyman, @appelsiinilight

In this chapter: Thistle forgot the most important rule of a hive.

***

They decided it was a good idea to put up the enchantment Marcy had on her necklace around the entire perimeter of the house.  They’d put up a fence after all, and what had once been an interesting novelty was turning out to be shockingly useful.  Thistle wouldn’t have known Auburn was coming if Marcy hadn’t happened to leave her necklace on the table that night.

They made a day out of it.  Moon was the one who had to do the most work, and although he clearly hated working hard he did love to be the center of attention.  They had him replicate the glowing enchantment on every individual bulb of several strings of Christmas lights, which would then be wound around the perimeter of the house.

They set up a workstation, with Moon seated cross-legged and Severa nearby to pull the lights so they would appear on his lap one by one.  He crossed his hands over every individual light to imbue it with the charm.  Marcy wound the lights up and provided new strings when they made enough progress, and also provided general moral support.

Moon playfully announced that he was using so much magic he needed to replenish it, which Thistle did by kissing Moon and allowing him to drain some.  Eventually the requests became less playful and more cranky as Moon clearly wore down.  By the time he took his tailored suit off because he was sweating and running out of energy, Severa decided to join in and let him kiss her as well.  He was so tired he didn’t even add any flare to it.  He couldn’t even pull her in for it, because she was so much larger than him; he had to settle for her leaning down over him.  

By the end, he lay panting on the ground, splayed out and thoroughly wrung-out.  “Thistle, tell me I did a good job.”

“You did great.  You’re the star of the show.”

“Damn right I am.”

Marcy started to wind the lights around the porch banister.  It was glowing soft white because of the presence of Moon, Thistle, and Severa on the porch with her, but the others nearby in the living room were surely powering it as well.  “It’s starting to get a little bit crowded in the house.  I never thought I would say this, but do you think we might need more room?”

Truly the magical denizens of the house didn’t take up that much space themselves, but they were starting to run out of room on the floor of the living room for more little wooden houses.  Maybe while they were doing infrastructure additions, they could see to that.

“Maybe.”  Thistle monitored Marcy’s placement of the lights.  “Auburn seems perfectly happy to just hang from the pull-up bar.”  Auburn seemed to be afraid to take up any space.  Marcy had actually bumped into him a few times, his furry body smacking her in the face as she rounded the corner to use the doorway, forgetting that he was there.  He’d always break down into a stream of panicked apologies, thoroughly convinced it was his own fault.  “Although… I’m starting to sense a pattern here.  We should… maybe be prepared for others to show up unannounced.”

“Yeah.”  Marcy sat back on her knees.  “It’s exciting, don’t get me wrong, but it’s also a little… worrying?  If word has gotten out… somehow… that everyone’s congregating here… who knows what’s going to turn up next?”

It was a daunting prospect, though definitely an exciting one, too.  “Yeah.”

***

They got the answer about who was going to turn up next soon enough.

They were trying to do a pixie pile again, but Auburn’s voice interrupted their sleep.

“Please leave.  Please.”  He was whispering it.

Thistle rolled over and noticed the lights visible on the front porch were glowing red.  Apparently they’d put them up just in time, a few hours before a threat would show up.

Great.

He stuck his head out and saw Auburn up on the pull-up bar, and now there was a second bat hanging next to him.  This one was significantly bigger.

Oh.  Oh, yeah, Auburn was definitely a runt.

“Who’s that?” said the second bat.

“That’s Thistle,” Auburn said miserably.

“Your little friend.”

“Don’t–don’t touch him.”

The second bat let go and swooped down, wings contracting down into arms as she landed.  “Don’t tell me what to do.”

Auburn followed, looking very nervous.  “Seriously, don’t.  Please.”

“How did you get in?” Thistle asked, having a bad feeling.

“There’s a hole in the eaves of the roof,” Auburn said quietly.  “We can, um, fix it up tomorrow.”

“I dunno, I think you should leave it,” the new bat said.  “Auburn, aren’t you going to introduce me?”

“This is, um.  This is my mother, Dusk.”

“I followed his scent trail here and how surprised I was to find my little boy with such a well-stocked household!  Imagine a runt like you with such a bounty, Auburn!”

Electric fear surged through Thistle.  He suddenly remembered all the instinctual, decades-old fear about leading predators back to the hive he’d been managing to suppress recently.

Auburn had led a predator back to the hive, even if it was his own family.

Maybe it wasn’t that.  Maybe Dusk was nice.  Maybe he just needed to give her a chance. 

Thistle shakily got to his feet.  “Um, hi.  I’m Thistle.”

“Hi, Thistle.”  Dusk grabbed Thistle by the front of his pajama shirt and hoisted him into the air. Thistle yelped with fear, feet dangling.

“Stop!” Auburn cried.

“You’re a runt, Auburn.  You exist to make use of our leftovers.  Not to sit in luxury like this.  If you manage to get prey, you're supposed to bring it back to the colony for everyone, not keep it for your own greedy ass.  I know I taught you better than that.”

Auburn shied away, tears pooling in his eyes.  But luckily he didn't need to do anything.

Moon appeared from the house, shirtless and in pajama pants but spitting mad.  He clamped a hand on Dusk’s wrist.

“Try it,” Moon said through gritted teeth.  “See what happens.”

Dusk scoffed at him.  “Is a fairy trying to threaten me?  I hunt your kind for-”

Moon’s hand started to glow red hot.  Dusk yelped and dropped Thistle, yanking her arm back. A few stray hairs went up in smoke.

Moon curled his hand into a claw and manifested a dancing flame in his palm.  “I’m sure you’ll find me harder to hurt than your usual prey.  Teddy and Colin have been oh-such-gracious hosts, so I’d really rather not burn their house down.  But I will if you force me to.  I'm feeling dangerous tonight.”

Dusk and Moon stared at each other with hatred.

“You clearly don’t know who you’re dealing with,” Dusk snarled.  “Do you even know what vampires are capable of?  Bow to me, thrall.”

Moon flinched, but otherwise didn’t move.

Dusk exploded.  “What the fuck?  You’re supposed to be hypnotized!  You’re supposed to be mind controlled!  Why can’t you act like proper prey!”

“I know a thing or two about hypnosis,” Moon growled.  “I’m afraid you’ll have to try that on an easier target.”

“Please, Mama,” Auburn pleaded.  “Please just go home and don’t come back.”

“Like hell I am!  You expect me to just-”

“Jax, go get Marcy,” Thistle whispered as they argued.  No way he could shout loudly enough to wake her from here.

Pixie-Jax spread his wings and took off, but as he leapt over Dusk, she grabbed him by the ankle and slammed him back down.  “I’m not leaving here until I’ve had my fill!”

Dusk gripped Jax by the hair and sunk her teeth into his neck.  Everyone squawked in alarm.  Moon reached for her with his hot hand again, and she dropped Jax and hopped back.

“It would be best for all of us if you just went,” Moon said.

Dusk bared her fangs at him, but she did back up.  Moon held his flame out.  Dusk made a motion like she was going to go for Jax again, but Moon crab walked and moved the open flame between them.

“Fine!” Dusk shouted.  She snapped her fingers and pointed to the ground.  “Auburn, come on.”

Auburn hugged closer to Moon and shook his head.

“You selfish, greedy boy, come here.  We have some things to discuss.”

Auburn leaned into Moon’s shoulder, frozen in fear.  Moon maintained the flame in his hand, eyes narrowing at her.

“Leave,” Moon repeated.

Dusk grit her teeth.  “Don’t think you’ve seen the last of me.”

Her form exploded into a bat, and she flew away on leathery wings, tittering angrily, disappearing up into the upper floor and then into the attic.

Severa’s scaly head peeked out over the top of her wooden house.  “What’s going on out there?” she said sleepily.

Thistle stood from where he’d been cowering at Moon’s feet, shaking with fear and burying his face in Moon’s chest fluff.

“You’re all right,” Moon said, stroking his hair.

“Thank you for-for not letting her hurt me.”

“I would never.”  Moon planted a kiss on top of his head.  “I'm the only one who gets to enjoy how delicious you are."

Thistle held his hand down to help Jax back up. "Are you okay?"

Jax looked appropriately shaken, hand clamped over his neck. "Um...Yeah. Thanks."

"Auburn, darling," Moon said tightly. "You said there’s a hole in the eaves of the roof?  Perhaps when Marcy wakes up we can make sealing that shut our first priority.” 

***

Thistle cursed as his pencil lead snapped, rolling over the paper he’d been using to write.  He’d been making some updates to the guest book and figured he could add Dusk in too. Just to keep track.  But he’d been making a rough draft before writing in the actual guest book, and he was glad now.  Dusk didn’t deserve an entry in the guest book.

“We just need to find Violet and Petunia,” Marcy’s voice echoed above him.

“I’m sorry, Thistle.”  Auburn stood nearby, nervously wringing his hands.  “I’m sorry.  Please don’t kick me out.  I didn’t mean to bring her here.  I didn’t tell her anything.  She just found my scent.”

“It’s not your fault,” Thistle said stormily.  He picked up the nub of lead and continued to write unkind things about Dusk.  Why couldn’t she just be nice, like Auburn?  Why did she have to make him debate whether he had to kick people out for leading predators here?  He wasn’t a Mother; he wasn’t equipped for making those kinds of decisions.

“The borrowers,” Marcy said again.  “They’re the only ones missing.  We need to gather them up.”

Someone finally heard Marcy and took pity on her.  “I will go look for them,” Severa offered.

While she moved off, Marcy sighed and knelt next to Thistle.  “Okay, Jewel’s here, obviously, and you and Jax–both of hims–Moon, Marigold, Auburn.  Severa is going to get Violet and Petunia.  Trilloras is in the yard… I don’t think we can move her, but she should be okay, right?”

Auburn lowered himself down to the floor by her knee.  “I don’t think Dusk will go after the dryad.”

“Okay–you’re sure?”

“She…”  Auburn swallowed, trying to figure out a tactful way to say it.  “She doesn’t smell like prey.  It would be like drinking sap, not blood.”

Marigold tugged on Thistle’s sleeve.  “She won’t hurt Córva?”

“Auburn said she wouldn’t go after something that big, especially if she wouldn’t get any magic out of it.”

“Yeah,” Marcy said.  “I’m more worried about all of you in here.”  She was relieved when Severa slithered back out of the wall, Violet in her arms and Petunia sitting on her shoulders.  Marcy had been half-afraid Dusk had already gotten to them.  “Okay.  That’s everyone, then.”

The tiny creatures all crowded towards her.

“What’s the plan, Thistle?” Marigold said.  “There’s a threat.”

“Marigold is asking what the plan is,” Thistle said, when nobody answered him.

“Umm…”  Marcy had panicked and frantically run around collecting all the creatures to make sure none of them went missing–Auburn’s mother could conceivably be a threat to any of them, except maybe Severa.  She hadn’t thought far enough ahead to what they’d do after that.  “I guess… we’ll all just stay together in case she comes back?”

“What!” Violet said, tail sticking up.  “You want me to stay outside the walls?  How long?  An hour?  Two?”

“I mean…I don’t know?  It’s for safety.  We don’t know when she’s going to come back.”

“I’m sorry,” Auburn wept.  “I’m sorry.”

“All right, it’s okay, Auburn,” Marcy soothed.  “You didn’t do it on purpose.”

“It’s not okay,” Thistle snapped.  Though in English, so Auburn didn’t know what he was saying.  “He led a predator to us.  That’s not okay.”

Marcy gathered Thistle up in her hands.  “Sweetheart, I’m here to protect you all.  She can’t pose a threat to me, surely?”

Thistle crossed his arms and sat down, pouting.  “I guess.”

“I’m just trying to say we don’t have to always follow that rule.  There’s a gray area.”

Thistle picked at the hem of his shirt.  Marcy was right, of course.  Hell, Thistle had broken the “don’t lead predators back home” rule himself, when that damnable human from the internet had come to stalk him, and that had turned out okay.  But it still felt…. Bad.  Like a betrayal.  Like Auburn didn’t care enough.

This in spite of the fact that Auburn wouldn’t stop hysterically apologizing, clearly devastated and terrified at the danger he’d caused.  And that he was visibly afraid of his own mother, something which twisted Thistle’s heart and made his feelings even more complicated. 

Thistle opened his little wooden house up for everyone to stay in as an emergency shelter, although Violet and Petunia opted to go into Severa’s house instead.  Marcy scooted the houses close together and kept them on the dining room table, next to Jewel’s fishtank, standing guard.

Auburn hung from the pull-up bar, heavy bags under his eyes, unable to sleep.  “I’m sorry, Marcy.  I didn’t mean to upset Thistle.  Thank you for not kicking me out.”

Marcy gave him a sad smile.  “Of course.  Hey, do you want to be held?”  She held out her hand.  “It’s okay to say no, but some people like it.”

Auburn detached himself from where he was roosting and swooped down into Marcy’s hand, hugging himself to it.  He felt warm and fuzzy, and Marcy could feel his erratic little heartbeat. 

“Thistle knows you didn’t do it on purpose.  He just has a lot of anxiety about predators.”

Auburn turned his head down into Marcy’s palm, and she felt small tears wetting her skin.  She reached out with a finger and gently rubbed his fuzzy little head, between his ears.  He leaned into it.

“This is such a dreadful atmosphere.”  It was Moon, leaning against the doorframe of Thistle’s wooden house.  “You’d think we were all taking shelter from a bomb, rather than a single vampire we’ve already scared off.”

Marcy put Auburn down in her lap.  “We don’t know when she’s going to come back.  I just–I don’t want anything to happen to any of you.”

“Pssh.”  Moon strolled along the table, swinging his cane in a loop.  “But do we have to spend our time waiting huddled in fear?”

“I guess not,” Marcy admitted.  “What do you want to do?  Watch TV?”

Moon scoffed.  “TV.  Is that all you humans are good for?  Come now, your kind has survived without TV for millenia.  We have better things to do, surely.”

“You watch TV too,” Thistle’s voice said from inside his wooden house, and Thistle crawled forward, still under his blanket.  “You like that TV show we were watching about vampires.”

Moon used his cane to pull Thistle’s hair in front of his face, obscuring his vision, and Thistle frowned.  “Not when we have such a conglomeration of interesting creatures,” Moon announced.  “I’m sure we can think of something more… physical.”

“Moon!” Thistle chided. 

“I’m merely talking about dancing, Thistle.  When was the last time you were in a group of people who were all dancing, hm?”

Thistle rose to his knees, pushing his hair out of his face.  “Not since I was with my family, I guess.”

“Well, come on then!”  Moon began running his hands in a circular motion in the air, and Thistle watched in amazement as smoke wafted from his fingers and started to solidify in the air.  It writhed and curled into a rough oval, at which point Moon started drawing his fingers in a straight line up and down the top.  It wasn’t until the strings appeared under his pointer finger that Thistle realized that he was pulling a stringed instrument out of thin air.

Moon always had another surprise up his sleeve, didn’t he?

“Whaaaaaaat?” Marcy said.  “Moon, you can do that?”

“Only with a lyre, sweetheart,” Moon said.  “It’s my instrument of choice.”  He grabbed the lyre by its side and yanked it out of the cloud of smoke, which swirled around him.  Its physical form kept a shimmering, quasi-ethereal visage about it, and the strings twanged with a strange, otherworldly echo under his fingers.  “What sort of siren would I be if I couldn’t lure people in?”

The others had started to poke their heads out the window to watch him.

“Come on!  Come on!”  Moon grabbed Thistle by the hand and spun him around, bouncing and encouraging him to follow along as he strummed the strings.

Petunia dashed out of Severa’s house, cartwheeling around and screaming in glee.  Moon put on a grimacing smile at the noise.  “Now, Petunia, have you ever tried singing?”

“No!” she yelled.  “Show me, show me!”

Violet crept out to follow Petunia as Moon started signing up and down a solfège with impressive vocal range.  That was all the cue Jax needed to sprint out with both their bodies and start dancing.  The pixie body grabbed Thistle, while the borrower body grabbed Violet, who looked unhappy about that.  “Whazzat?”

“Jax has got the spirit!” Moon sung out.  “Come on, everyone!”

What Jax’s dancing lacked in skill it made up for in enthusiasm.  Pixie-Jax moved with a sort of side-to-side motion while holding both of Thistle’s hands, while Borrower-Jax mostly tugged on Violet to try and get her to move with any semblance of happiness. 

Auburn peered at Moon with watery eyes, and Moon waved him over.  Auburn’s face split into an expression of delight and he hopped over.

Moon let go of the lyre, and it simply hovered in the air, continuing to play itself, maintaining the same beat that Moon was still singing to.  Moon took both of Auburn’s hands and started some sort of boogie that involved a lot of steps, which Auburn admirably tried to copy. 

Severa slithered out, bodying Borrower-Jax out of the way to take Violet’s hand instead.  Violet suddenly found some enthusiasm for dancing, then, twirling around Severa, who was mostly limited to serpentine waves for motions.

Marcy giggled with delight and put her hand down on the table, two fingers down like legs walking around.  Thistle and Jax came over and circled around it, treating it like a third dancer.

Borrower-Jax had stacked on top of Pixie-Jax’s shoulders, and Moon passed Auburn off to Severa to treat their stack as a single dancer, swaying around them.

Thistle noticed Marigold sitting quietly off to the side and suddenly felt very bad.  He dashed over and crouched down.  “Marigold, do you want to dance?”

Marigold looked down at his feet.  “I’m not sure.”

“Did the vet say it was OK to start doing that kind of stuff?”

He nodded unsurely.  “She said I can do light physical activity if I’m careful, but she said my muscles are probably… atrophied.  From not being able to use them.”

“Do you want to try?  If it’s too hard, you can stop.  I’ll hold your hand.”

Marigold looked to everyone else up and about, then nodded.

Thistle took his hands and helped him stand up, and Marigold hobbled over to the center of the dance floor.  Moon twirled Jax to get them out of the way, then fluttered around like Marigold were a noteworthy celebrity.  “There he is, everyone!  Make way, make way!”  He repeated the announcement in Pixish, at which point Marigold giggled.

Ah, there it was.  Thistle had missed his brother’s smile.

Marigold was slow and unsure on his feet.  Thistle had to catch him several times to make sure he didn’t fall, and he occasionally grimaced as he hit some point of pain.  Thistle went slow, never letting go of him, overjoyed to be here in this moment, resolving to never take anything for granted ever again.

“Let’s pick up the pace now!”  Moon swung back over to the lyre and danced his fingers across the strings, getting the music up to a faster tempo, then started clapping.  A few of them got the idea and started clapping along.

“Jewel!” Thistle shouted with glee.  “Jewel, come on!”

Jewel had been watching them all with his elbows propped up on the rim of the fish tank.  “I’m good,” he said.

“Jewel!” Thistle pleaded desperately.  “Jewel!  Jewel!”

Jewel rolled his eyes and sank down into the tank.  At first Thistle was disappointed, before he realized it was to give himself some room to gain speed and pump his tail.  He breached the surface of the water and soared in an impressive arc across the entire length of the fishtank, doing a few twirls along the way.

The creatures on the table all cheered, almost drowned out by Marcy’s clapping.

“Now we’re doing it!” Moon shouted over the mounting noise.  “Let’s go!  Let’s go!” 

He tripped on his bad foot and fell forward, landing flat on his face.

Thistle gasped and rushed over.  “Are you okay?”

Moon laughed and used his cane to push himself up to his knees.  “Don’t stop!  Don’t stop, everyone!  Keep going!”

Thistle held his hand out to help Moon up.  Moon instead used it to pull him down, and Thistle face-planted into his chest fluff.  It was nothing they hadn’t done before, but Thistle still blushed all the same.

Moon hopped up, tossing Thistle into the air.  Thistle buzzed his wings, giggling, and Moon swung him around when he came back down and tossed him at Auburn.  Auburn’s eyebrows shot up and he rushed over to catch Thistle, who continued giggling over the music and singing and clapping and laughing and the swelling of love and magic in the air.

Catching on to the game, Auburn tossed Thistle over to Severa, who simply manhandled him to spin him back around and lobbed him at Moon.

Moon caught him and spun, Thistle’s streak of black hair streaming behind him.  Moon was laughing, too, bigger and happier than Thistle had ever heard before.  Thistle put his hands on his shoulders, manic with the energy of the gathering.

They hadn’t kissed much since Thistle found out what Moon was.  They’d been doing mostly just platonic cuddling and sleeping in the same bed sometimes.  That suited Thistle just fine, and Moon seemed content to accept whatever attention Thistle would give him, resolved to start living differently without complaint.

But here now, in his arms, with how much ambient excitement there was, the music, it felt different.  Different than the circumstances of their other kisses, certainly.

Their flushed faces were millimeters apart, staring at each other wide-eyed.

Thistle leaned in and kissed him.

Moon dipped him down, leaning into it.  Everyone cheered and went wild, including Marcy, clapping and cheering.

Flustered, flushed, and overwhelmed, Thistle blushed fiercely and opened his eyes again.  Moon set him upright, and they stared wide-eyed at each other for a moment.

“Was that okay?” Moon said, suddenly sounding unsure.

“Yeah,” Thistle rushed to clarify.  “Yeah.  That was.  Wow.”

Moon’s face morphed into a wolfish grin.  “Well, now you’ve had your first real kiss.”

Thistle went red and hid his face.

Jax, ever eager to copy whatever was going on, came over to try and kiss Moon as well.  “Ah,” Moon said awkwardly.  “Maybe later, okay?”

Thistle bashfully hid his face in Moon’s chest.  Moon chuckled and petted his hair.  “Well, how was it?”

“Good,” Thistle squeaked.

“Good.  How about we coerce Marcy into bringing some snacks over, hm?  Wouldn’t be a real party without them.”

The string of lights on the porch, which had been glowing lime green this whole time, suddenly changed to bright, dangerous red.

The mood shifted immediately.  Marcy scooped Jax up and tossed both his bodies into Thistle’s house.  “Everyone inside!  Inside!  I’ll handle this!”

Severa snatched Violet and Petunia up in the blink of an eye and disappeared into her house.  Thistle rushed over to help Marigold get back in, and Moon spread his wings over them to shield them as they moved in.  Jewel flipped the lid of the tank shut and huddled down in his anemone.

Auburn stayed on the table, ears flat against his head.  “Marcy, I want to help.”

Well, Marcy could probably use the help of a friendly Pixish-speaker.  Her language skills were still a bit rough–although they were definitely getting better now that her full-time job was to stay home and interact with Thistle. “Okay,” she said, nodding.

Auburn flapped up onto the leg of the couch.  “I froze up earlier.  I freeze when she yells at me.”

“If you need support, you can jump into my hand again.”

Auburn jumped into the hand immediately after she said that, hugging her thumb.

The bat showed up a few minutes later–evidently she had been scouting in the kitchen, because she came from that direction.  She squeaked and crawled across the ceiling.

“We don’t have to fight,” Marcy said.  “We can just talk.”

Dusk shifted and dropped down, alighting on a lamp.  “Auburn,” she hissed.  “Auburn.  I know I taught you better than to let yourself be seen by giants.”

“You’re also being seen by giants,” Auburn offered.

She twitched her ears.  “Only because you’ve already–Auburn, we have to move the whole colony now!  You know that!”

“Then move it and leave us alone!”  Auburn clung to Marcy, as if scared by his own outburst. 

“You are such a brat.”  Dusk swooped down and stood on the desk, gradually getting closer.  “You are always such a disappointment.  You even abandoned your family.”

“You stopped feeding me!” Auburn protested tearfully.  “I had to!”

“Just because prey became scarce, and we were all suffering, and you-”

“Mama, I was so hungry!  All the time!”

“You are supposed to accept what you are given and be happy with that!  Not–whatever this is!”

A final swoop brought Dusk on top of one of the wooden houses on the coffee table.  Marcy’s eyebrows raised, unsure of if she should intervene just yet.  As a rule, she wanted the magical creatures to work things out amongst themselves unless they truly needed her help, especially after what happened with Moon–and maybe Auburn deserved the chance to resolve this with her support, rather than her butting in on his behalf.

The point turned out to be moot, though.  Because Dusk had happened to land on Severa’s house.  Her yellow eyes and scaly head peeked out over the top of the wooden house, behind Dusk’s ankles.

“If you won’t bring them home then I’ll just take them,” Dusk snarled.

“I can’t even begin to describe how much that is not happening.”

Dusk whirled around to look at Severa with wide eyes as the naga hauled herself up onto the roof.

“Gods below, what on earth is that thing?” Dusk said.

“That’s a naga,” Auburn said.  “She’s nice.”

“I’m considerably less nice to predators threatening my friends.”

Dusk’s face gradually took on more and more alarm as more and more of Severa’s length emerged from where she’d been hiding.  “Well–Well, whatever.  I don’t need you to be nice to me.”

“Mama, please,” Auburn said tearfully.  “I love you.  But I can’t save you if you keep acting like this.”

“Your audacity, son,” Dusk said.  “Can’t you ever shut up?  It’s always something with you.”

Severa’s mouth split in a frightening hiss.  “You are the audacious one.  You treat children as disposable things for you to budget and invest in.”

She lunged, and Dusk took to the air to get away from her claw.  “You fool!” Severa shouted.  “You ingrate!  You squander what you have!”

“What’s your problem?” Dusk said.

Severa crouched down and rubbed her hand on the ground rapidly–the motions she’d adapted her anti-gravity magic to use one-handed.  “You miserable bitch.”

Her hair floated as gravity released her, and she coiled and sprung up, lunging at Dusk.  The vampire dodged out of the way easily and then laughed.

“If you want to fight, then let’s,” Dusk said.  “By all means.”

Severa landed back on the ground, glaring at Dusk.

“You’re mine, thrall.”  It was the same magic-laden voice she’d tried on Moon earlier.  Except Severa, unlike Moon, had no experience with hypnosis magic.  She stopped in her tracks, eyes wide and faraway.

Dusk looked smug.  “You see?  Even with-”

Just as Marcy was starting to once again get ready to intervene, Auburn shifted and threw himself at Dusk, crying and screaming.  The two tangled in the air, chittering and scratching each other with their claws.

Severa shook off the spell she’d been placed under, and oh boy was she steaming mad now.  She repeated her own spell and launched into the air again.  Dusk, this time weighed down by her son valiantly attacking her, couldn’t get out of the way in time and Severa’s heavy body hit her like a train.

All three of them hit the ground.  Severa took a second to yank Auburn out of her coils and toss him away before slamming her coils shut around Dusk’s body, squeezing all the air out of her before she could issue another command to enthrall anyone.

“You will not disturb the peace of this place,” Severa said, sides heaving with enraged hisses.  “What you are going to do is go back to your colony and tell them to steer well clear of this place.”  Her coils writhed, and Dusk let out a squeak as her bones creaked, threatening to break.  “Because if I see you again, or any of your kin, at this place, I will crush your lungs and break your jaw before you can dare to presume to control me with your magic again.  Understand?”

Dusk nodded vigorously, eyes bulging.

“You do not have a son anymore.  You will forget about him, and you will go back to your colony and tell them to move and to not hunt here anymore.”

Dusk nodded again, straining to breathe.

“Go.  You have thirty seconds to clear our nest.”

She loosened her grip, and Dusk coughed and staggered away, shifting back into a bat and taking off, disappearing into the ceiling with one last curse muttered under her breath.

Auburn lay collapsed on the floor, dazed and bleeding but not seriously hurt.  Marcy crouched down and cupped her hands around him.  “Hey, you did great.”

Auburn hugged her hand.  The rest of the critters started poking their heads out of the shelters.

Still breathing heavily, Severa slithered over to Auburn.  “Marcy is right.  No one should ever have to talk to their mother that way.”

Auburn’s ears drooped.  “Thank you for–Well, thank you.”  A pause.  “When you said… she doesn’t have a son anymore…?”

Severa looked him up and down, then shrugged and gestured to the house.  “Free son.”

Auburn went red, wiping his eyes with the heel of his hand.

Thistle walked over, petting Auburn’s shoulder.  “She’s right.  I’m sorry your family treats you that way.  I can’t even imagine if my mother treated me like that.”  His heart hurt thinking about his own Mother–about how he’d left, if he’d actually needed to leave to keep them safe, if Mother would have accepted him back… No, best not to go down that rabbit hole again.

Auburn was happy.  He had a family that cared about him, and so did Thistle.  “We’re your family now, and we protect each other.”

***

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[flowersarefreetherapy]

at a crowded party

CW: Angst, noncon kiss, pet whump, noncon touch, implied noncon

Daniel watches her approach. The fashionable dark green dress clings to every curve of her body and the light reflects off the diamond necklace decorating her plunging neckline. Her dark hair falls over one shoulder, several curls wrapping up to her jawline. A shudder slips down his spine at the determination in her eyes. 

Her cheekbones look like Star’s. 

“Hello, darling,” she cooes, running one hand over his shoulder. “You look so bored standing here all alone. Did Theodore get bored of such a handsome toy?”

“I am here to serve, ma’am,” he whispers. Her touch burns across his skin. Everything in him screams to run away. Flirting with women is so much harder, even with his training. It feels like forcing each word out past a brick lodged in his throat. 

“Of course you are. Theodore really does have an eye for beauty. Both you and your bonded are absolute dolls.”

“This is quite a nice event,” Daniel says, trying to pull the conversation away from Star. 

She laughs. “Oh, aren't you a flatterer. I know your kind isn’t supposed to care. Rather like talking to my old husband in that regard. But thank you. This is my favorite event to plan and I do love having everyone here, especially when they bring such attractive boys with them.”

Daniel smiles. He doesn’t know what else to say. Something in her words bothers him, but his brain refuses to focus. Playing along makes his master happy. It’s what he is made for. It’s all he’s good for. He knows this. Fighting back achieves nothing.

“Come on, darling, let me show you around,” the woman says, looping her arm through Daniel’s. 

He forces a smile as they walk through the room, the woman introducing him to dozens of people whose names and faces he forgets as soon as they move on. Her hand moves from his arm to his back to resting low on his back, fingers dipping under his waistband. Daniel swallows hard and forces the smile to remain on his face. 

Where is Star? 

Star sits at their master’s feet, head tipped up as his master runs fingers through his curls. Daniel shudders at the sight and glances at the men talking with his master. All their attention is on Star. Hungry and predatory. 

“Pay attention, darling.” 

“Sorry, ma’am,” Daniel whispers. He steps closer to her, fighting to pay attention to whatever conversation is happening around him. Star has the same training as he does. He can handle himself. 

The conversation continues. The woman’s hand cups his ass, her body pressed against his. Daniel plasters a smile on his face. Her fingers are cold, not warm like his master’s soothing touch, as they slip past his waistband. Daniel stiffens but doesn’t pull away. He never pulls away. He’s too well trained, no matter how much nausea churns in his stomach. 

“Come on,” she whispers, lips brushing against the side of his neck. “Let’s go somewhere a little more private.”

A shudder runs down Daniel’s spine. He nods, following her from the main room. The hair on the back of his neck stands up when he glances at his master. He nods, gripping Star’s curls a little tighter, a silent threat. Daniel smiles, the smooth practiced one he is praised for, and moves to follow the woman. 

She pulls him into a dark room. Daniel blinks hard, willing his eyes to adjust to the dim light. He can faintly see the outline of a small bed and a dresser. It’s all he manages before she pins him to the wall. Her lips press against his and he melts into the kiss. 

“Damn, you’re good,” she whispers, pulling away just a fraction. 

The praise blossoms warm in his chest. Of course he’s good. It’s what his master paid for, after all. Good, perfect, cute, silent, behaved. He is supposed to be all those things and more. 

So when she kisses him again, he leans into it. Letting her set the pace, ignoring his lungs screaming for air, laughing with her as she pushes him down onto the bed. It feels so good and so awful. His stomach churns with hatred and pleasure as she removes their clothes and another kiss, then hands across his body and her weight pressing down on him. 

She praises him for following orders, for listening, for the pleasure he brings her. The better he does, then the better they both feel and the better report she’ll give to his master. 

Good. Perfect. Behaved. 

Why would he ever be anything else?

[runawayonryo]

Hello! If you’re taking request, may I please request a soft/romantic Han Solo x fem!Reader where they finally got married after what feels like forever of dating and there’s lots of kissing and cuddling?

heyhey thank you for youre request! and yes 100% han solo fluff on the way!!

after so long {han solo x fem!reader}

warnings: none really- maybe slight descriptions of violence?

_______

It's been the roughest few months of your entire life. Endless traveling, fighting, surviving- it all took a toll on you and your soon-to-be husband, Han.

You first met on Endor, as you were both sent out to deactivate the protective shield surrounding the new death star. One of your first memories with him was your near death at the hand of a stromtrooper that was lurking behind your back. Luckly, Han caught on before it was too late- giving you a snarky comment after eliminating the threat.

Though you two are much closer now, the comments didn't stop. Which in reality, didn't bother you at all. It was han, that's seemingly half of his entire personality.

The sweet feather light kisses upon your forehead woke you from this daydream, your eyes opening to be greeted with just the cutest smile you could ever possibly imagine.

"dreami'n of me sweetheart?"

You rolled your eyes at that comment, though he was right.

"maybe" you said in a mischievous tone, earning a chuckle from him.

"good, that's all i want you to think about today me you, our future. I want you to always remember, why you said yes to me"

He whispered, giving your lips a peck after every other word. Admittedly, you weren't looking forward to the incoming wedding stress, so for now you decided to remain under the covers with your fiance- enjoying the warmth and comfort radiating from his body.

"baby?"

"yes sweetheart?" He asked, eyebrow cocked as his fingers danced along your waist, pulling you flush against his chest.

"do you know how much i love you?"

"yeah, i know you love me- also how much i love you"

Great, that was truly a Han solo thing to say

"oh damn it!"

You giggle, playfully nudging him. His deep laugh vibrated through his chest, giving you a better, stronger feeling of closure against him.

"what? you were the one that said yes!"

he added, his hand now deciding to rest on your hips, holding you in a tight embrace.

"touche i suppose"

you mumbled, nuzzling under his chin. Han was slightly uncomfortable, his head facing upward as yours was underneath- but for you he'd do anything, so he didn't complain.

"you tired?"

He eventually asked, sensing your limbs relaxing. You nodded. Han shifted back, breaking the so sweet embrace only briefly, before making you lay on his chest.

You rose and sank ever so slightly with each breath he took, this rhythmic motion sending you towards slumber unexpectedly quick, when suddenly a familiar growl erupted from the other room.

"chewie, quiet!"

[melancholymirth]

"Don't t-touch me." Firmer, perhaps firmer than he'd ever been - at last drawing his line in the sand. Sort of. He was fed up with Sylus' incessant gnawing, so much of him, everywhere and all over, bitten raw and near bloody; He would tolerate no more, not when his hips and spine ached and slumped some, not when his jaw ached and insides had been turned upside-down, not when Sylus had already gotten his damned fill. How could he still be so hungry? Eager to swallow him whole, perhaps literally. Either way, Dex swatted those explorative, unwelcome hands away, nose wrinkling, brow furrowed, every muscle in his comparatively small body tense and ready to strike-- "I-I said don't, S-Sylus." So moody, so snippy, but he could feel his breath on his nape... He wondered if spritzing the devil with holy water would work as a mood stabilizer. "Sylus." But did he mean it? "I-I will gn-gnaw your fingers off b-before you ever g-get to put them inside me again." Only a little, but not really at all. Not when he was being so gentle, pressing his lips to an especially sore spot along the vertabrae; He...didn't notice before. And he had no further rebuttal.

The minute Sylus decided to be tame with him, pliant, sweet Dexter unsheathed his claws as if he'd wanted nothing to do with the man who'd just gotten through bathing him in attention and taking him on a small journey to the stars. Dex was so receptive then, which made it all the more a wonder why he turned right around and spurned Sylus as though he'd done harm. If it had been anyone else, they would have been insulted. Who would ever believe the ingratitude? But if the smile pulling at predatory lips was any indication, it was safe to assume Sylus wasn't in the slightest displeased by the fight Dex was pretending to put up. Rather, he laughed when smaller hands swatted at him, very much a cat in the way he was instantly prickly, cold, and naughty. Cute. It didn't matter, not when more attention, more affection happily washed over the squirming bundle of limbs. Sylus simply put his mouth everywhere, nibbling and kissing as deserved, pointedly ignoring most of the threats dished out.

"So fussy today," he said, his mirth obvious in his voice. His own hands were, this time, gentler, only groping and caressing wherever Dex wasn't guarding, beaten away only to sneak in elsewhere and make that boy even fussier. Sylus practically had him cocooned with his own body, pulling him in with his arms every time his kitten tried putting distance between them. Cuddling, traditionally, went smoother. And Sylus, of course, ignored him again, pressing kisses over his shoulder, the back of his neck, and down his spine.

And when Dex teased him about biting his fingers off, the devil could not resist barking out a laugh on his trip down the boy's shoulder blades. "My kitten has fangs now? You're growing too fast for me, Dex." He rested a hand over a sore hip, but only briefly, before he was forced off again. It was too amusing. The notion that anything would ever prevent Sylus from putting his fingers anywhere! Dexter was at the very top of his Things I Will Always Finger list.

Take now, for example, when Sylus moved his hands to the boy's thighs to turn him onto his stomach. He could have easily slid his fingers back in, but he didn't.

"Stay still."

His lips found the small of his back, and even though he held him still by his hips, he wasn't bruising, coaxing, or even stimulating. Only kisses, soft and...sweet. Soothing, even. Almost. Hopefully.

The mirth melted away, his commanding voice nary but a low whisper about as gentle as the touch of his otherwise hungry lips. He kissed in a circle, up and down, but never dropped below the hips. "You shouldn't be so rude to me, sweetie. Haven't I been giving? Aren't I always considerate?" Maybe he wasn't being considerate now, given that he was ignoring Dex's halfhearted pleas to stop touching him; but what real harm was there in comforting, soothing, trying to kiss it all better?

"Good boy."

Nothing, absolutely nothing, as a sudden spell of fresh silence had so well proven.

[toindeedbe-agod]

ill get into real posting in a sec i need to deliver new hcs for the modern au tho 🙏

neil

on the academic team at welton. he plays jv and is not great at it but damn does he try

spiritual connection to jeff buckley. the other poets are only mostly worried esp since he doesnt know how to swim

fucks around with his schedule so hard he ends up taking keatings three times in one year on top of also being his ta

has never climbed a tree ever

knows how to tie his shoes like, in theory

major gleek. dragged todd into it

absolutely cannot cannot cannot drive. do not trust him with it. he can get himself to school and back and only just barely.

considers himself Artsy and Pretentious. listens to dua lipa

last true high school shakespearian scholar

todd

holder of the groups dab pen 🙏

has a cat that charlie swears up and down looks like tom cruise. no one else sees it.

listens to midwest emo

insomniac.

watches the princess bride once a week

favorite author is ray bradbury

only one in the friend group who likes the great gatsby and it genuinely pains him to this day the extent he believes the others are misunderstanding it

secret lana del ray listener

unfortunate addiction to toaster strudels. school supplies $20 new books $70 toaster strudels $898759 gifts for friends $30 someone whos good at budgeting please help

charlie

#1 shenanigans getter-up-to. a real ne'er-do-well.

will do anything if he thinks itll be fun enough. starring in the school play w neil? sure. breaking into the local middle school? absolutely. helping film a music video for one of pitts' fave bands at 8pm cause hes the only one w a video camera? whatever dude just give him a heads up to put pants on

probably genderfluid but he has a job so he doesnt really care (<jobless loser tho)

hes actually native and not racist. trust im native and im literally him

wears the same busted ass pair of doc martens every day. theres a hole in both of them. theyre covered in what is either red paint or blood. the laces are in complete disrepair. theyre so so scuffed. he loves them

#gorewhore. #horrorfanatic. #fangs. absolutely loves horror movies, the freakier the better

takes naps like its his fucking job.

meeks

takes ap classes for fun. everyone hates him for this

has a deeply held suspicion that charlie may have actually boned his mom but it hurts too much to think about

tried so hard to be a twitch streamer when he was 12 and charlie will never let it go

tries every year to show charlie either 1. lord of the rings 2. dune and it never ever works.

made a tiktok recipe for a friend hang out once (1) and now he has to make it every time for threat of tears from charlie and neil

babysits for extra cash. teaches the kids how to swear

had braces from 7th grade to 11th grade

isnt allowed to eat white bread

gets sunburns in the shade

pitts

failed econ 🙏

has seen all the human centipede movies. thinks the first one is great but the second one is just awful.

plays crazy amounts of dating sims and visual novels and shit. steam account is literally radioactive

gets yelled at for wearing airpods in class once a day

only one brave enough to eat school lunch

secret soft spot for romcoms. dude just wants love

massive crush on natasha richardson he misses her every day

likes the star wars sequels. even ep 9.

keeps a shaved head (after he accidentally set his hair on fire)

totaled his car. was still bought a new one

has walked into hotels just to abuse the complimentary waffle machines

knox

also failed econ 😔

scared of the rock bottom episode of spongebob

big spongebob watcher in general

also a big stranger things watcher

lowkey if its a basic tv show hes watchin it. knox is helping to bring down the average media literacy rate of the world singlehandedly

obsessed with romcoms. especially terrible ones.

kiss me by sixpence none the richer can make him cry if you time it just right

#loverboy

would lose his head were it not attached to his body

certainly the prettiest crayon in the box, if not the sharpest

probably dyslexic but we'll never know

[starry-bi-sky]

I'd be the voice that urged Orpheus When her body was found I'd be the choiceless hope in grief That drove him underground

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Jason is gonna be sick.

Memories swirl in his head, laughter ringing like bells in his ears, and bring with it a torrid feeling of rising horror. It leaves a bad taste in his mouth; a rock sinking in his gut. The image of a woman and a smile made of stars burns behind his eyelids.

Danny.

He met a woman named Danny last month, with eyes blue and green like a watercolor gradient. She stopped him in the middle of the street, acting as if she knew him. Except Jason didn't know her, and his attempts to correct her only made her grow confused, only made her grow insistent.

That he was her Jason, her fiancé.

Jason had told her she was wrong, that she had the wrong guy. He'd gotten icy with her, had been rude as he told her he wasn't her damn fiancé. He left before she could say anything, left her clutching her hand where a ring sat.

Except she'd been right. He just hadn't remembered.

He's gonna be fucking sick.

A memory hits him vivid and hard like a gunshot wound. A bullet would feel better than this.

They're dancing in a kitchen somewhere -- their kitchen. They'd moved in together. Fuck, they'd moved in together. Somewhere on the outskirts of Amity Park, Danny's city in an apartment that wasn't too big or too small.

Music is playing from Danny's phone on the counter, Jason's tongue forms the words 'Across the Stars' before he can even recall the melody. It was Danny's favorite, he can't blame her, it's a beautifully sad song.

It's early morning; they're still in their pjs. Sunrise is spilling through the windows, putting the room in a wonderfully lazy glow. It's straight out of a romcom, it leaves him with the dredges of something ridiculously fond. Jason can't remember why they started dancing, but he can't take his eyes off her. She had some sort of health problem, he can't remember what, but he bets it will come to him.

The memory of Danny looks at him like he's the most beautiful thing in the world, a smile on her face like it's the easiest thing to put there. She looks at him like she's madly in love. She is; they are. Jason's remembering it now, and it's hurting him.

It fades away with the music.

But Jason's mind isn't done torturing him; the floodgates have been opened. Another memory quickly takes its place.

Jason's gonna be sick. There is a churning in his stomach.

Movie night. They're watching something on the small tv Danny's got in her living room. The two of them stuck under a blanket, Jason's head on Danny's chest, listening to her impossibly slow heartbeat as her fingers weave patterns through his hair.

They've done this plenty of times. A bowl of popcorn sitting on the floor by their feet, which are tangled up in each other, and movies of their choice playing on the screen.

Jason's got a hand under her shirt, idly tracing the raised Y-scar carved into her chest. Years old, she told him, given to her by her parents when they suspected her of being a ghost and wanted to cut her open.

("I can kill them for you." Jason told her, immediately, without thinking. He remembers being confused about why that threat came to him so easily, and why he knew on instinct that he could do it without blinking. Jason frightens himself a little by how willing he is to spill blood.)

(But Danny doesn't seem to mind. She laughs, something sad in her pretty blue-green eyes, "You'll have to get in line with my brothers and friends. They want to, too.")

(He blinks at her, he presses a kiss to her sternum, right where the valley of the 'y' met the stem. He feels a little less frightened. "Gladly.")

The memory itself isn't special, but it unlocks the rest of every movie night they've ever had. Sometimes the night ends with them falling asleep. Sometimes the night ends with lips and teeth; Danny's got fangs, and she's used them more than once.

He's fucked up. He's fucked up so bad.

Jason's seriously going to be ill.

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(He doesn't know what the memory is about. He just knows that Danny is laughing and sitting on his hips, the two of them in the grass at some park as she kisses his face like she's trying to leave freckles in her wake.)

("My darling." She croons, holding his jaw in her callused hands. Her hair curtains over them both. "My sun, my earth. My heart beating. My beautiful, handsome, Jason Todd.")

(She's being poetic, and Jason's face is burning in a blush that threatens to swallow him whole. He's grinning like a fool, his hands caught around her waist like fishhooks. "Aren't you supposed to say 'my moon', not 'my earth?'" He asks because if he listens to her any longer he'll combust.)

(Danny kisses him quick and leaves him wanting; leaves him chasing. She's smiling at him and his eyes lock onto her fangs. She could rip out his throat in one fell swoop, and he'd let her. "Maybe, but you're the earth because I'm the moon. I am inexplicably drawn to you, my love.")

(Jason becomes so quickly heart-full that, really, the only response he can give is to flip them around so he can kiss her into the dirt. And he's never really listened to Hozier, but he's starting to understand the man when he says; 'I could never define all that you are to me'.)

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("Oh, I've died once." Danny tells him in one hazy evening, sitting on the counter with whiskey in her hands. They've both had a little too much to drink, but Jason remembers this moment vivdly.)

(He turns to stare at her in horror. She smiles at him, dark and bittersweet. "I got back up.")

(He can't imagine dying, but it feels familiar to him. He closes the distance of the kitchen between them, brows furrowed. He puts his glass down, and cages her legs between his arms. "When? How?")

("I was fourteen. My parents lab; in their pursuit of science, they never really noticed if their children got caught in the collateral. It hurt." She says, and points to a scar he's always wondered about: an ugly mottled one, big, that goes through her stomach as if she'd been stabbed. Or impaled. Starburst burn scars litter her side, her legs, her palm. He's always wondered about them, but never asked.)

(Jason traces the scar on her stomach in mute horror, Danny's breath close to his ear. He listens to it like a dying man drinks water. "I don't remember being dead." She mumbles, taking a sip of her drink. "I just remember waking up.")

("They got you killed." He's never hated anyone more.)

(Danny remains silent, and when Jason looks up, her eyes are hollow like a corpse. "No," she murmurs, "it was my fault.")

(She doesn't bring it up in the morning, when they're both nursing hangovers. Jason admits, he's too afraid to bring it up.)

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(He proposes to her at the top of one of Amity Park's hills, beneath a sky full of stars and no moon to be seen. There's no cloud in the night sky, and the air is warm.)

(She says yes.)

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(They're dancing again, they like doing this. They do it often. Jason cooks; they dance; Danny tells him about anything and everything, and he soaks it up like a sponge.)

(They're talking about Star Wars this time, and Jason has never been more in love. Granted, he doesn't remember being in love before meeting Danny. He hopes there wasn't anyone he loved before this; he doesn't think he can love them anymore.)

("Broken Heart Syndrome is a very real thing!" Danny rants. They're listening to Across the Stars again, and he stops to lean them both against the counter. "And while it's rare to die from it, it can still happen! Especially if you have a weak heart, like mine.")

(Jason huffs, but finds it hard to argue. He's listened to her heartbeat. It beats worryingly slow, and if he cranes his ears and listens hard, he can hear the whooshing sound it makes.)

(She's assured him before that it's harmless, but he's not always convinced. He worries.)

("Well," he scoffs, placing his hands on her hips and rubbing circles into her skin with his thumbs. "It's a good thing I don't plan on breaking your heart anytime soon.")

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More memories fill up his head, like a room being flooded with water. Some of them mundane, some of them sweet, some of them steamed. But one thing stays certain; he deeply, gravely loves this woman.

And he fucked it up.

The memories all come at him at once, and a deep, pained groan rolls over him like a wave. Dick looks at him as he hunches over, he can feel eyes burning into him.

"I'm gonna be sick." He says aloud, yanking off his helmet as a choking heat of dread hits him like a hot flash. Damian takes a wary step away from him. "Oh, I'm gonna fucking vomit."

The little brat snarls at him; "Don't you dare." and takes an even further step back from him. Tim gets out his phone, and Jason has half a mind to try and kill him again. "There's a trashcan over there if you're going to."

"Please do." Tim says gleefully.

"I had a fiancé." Jason says, and it's really not something he wants to admit out loud to his.. uh, family. But it's more for himself; to confirm this dreadful, beautiful truth than to let them know. "Oh, I've screwed up."

He's got to find Danny, he needs to apologize. He needs to explain himself. He needs to find her yesterday.

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He finds her, he does. But he finds her buried six feet under, two weeks too late, with flowers growing at the foot of her grave. Jason feels like Orpheus standing at the foot of Eurydice's grave.

DP x DC prompt - Who gets amnesia twice?!

Danny and Amnesiac!Jason

Jason has an accident as Red Hood which causes which to suffer from amnesia - he ends up with Danny and the two build a life together

One day, Jason leaves for something and tells Danny that “he’ll be back soon.”

Coincidentally Jason regains his memories from before Danny (maybe he meets his family or a rogue or gets into another accident) - but regaining his old memories causes him to forget Danny due to the confusion

Jason resumes his life prior to Danny - and poor Danny is worried about his bf/fiance/husband and goes to look for him - maybe when he finds Jason, Jason doesn’t recognize him and acts coldly/suspicious towards him

So Danny decides to go live in the GZ semi-permanently for a while and fakes his current living identity’s death

Jason starts remembering Danny and goes to find his lover only to come across a grave

[t4nkw01f]

I’m all for the hype about a video of Darlin meeting the Solaire Vamps, but I raise this. They met during the inversion.

We know that makers and progeny can feel each other’s emotions to an extent. I doubt that the wards could stop that connection, meaning William, Alexis, and Fred all felt Sam and Vincent’s panic when the shades appeared.

They all arrived at the stadium quickly, (Bright coming along too ofc) only to have to wait outside the wards. Once they fell they went searching through the crowd for their family. They find Sam in the chaos, just as they are about to zip over there. They catch sight of a giant wolf bounding towards him, only to shift back into a human last second to nearly tackle Sam into a bone-crushing hug, he returns it with just as much energy. The spectating vampires are caught by surprise as the two separate only for a split second before passionately kissing one another while holding each other as close as possible. This is the wolf Sam comes back smelling like? Fred is worried, but still happy for Sam nonetheless. Bright is surprised and confused. William is glad he’s okay and has someone to take care of him when he neglects himself in favor of others. Alexis stares at the exchange. Envy reigns supreme in her mind, not leaving much space for relief that Sam’s even alive. She watches as her progeny, and object of her immortal affections is held by someone else. She watches as the wolf clamps their arms around Sam as if to protect him from a threat that’s already passed, like the world nearly ended, and based on the way they held him so desperately. If anything were to have happened to him, it would have. It makes her blood boil. Eventually the two separate, the shifter pressing a gentle kiss to the top of Sam’s head. They look around and Sam catches sight of them. Bright and Fred run to him first, followed by William. Alexis hesitates, then follows.

Tank doesn’t miss the way Sam’s shoulders go tense under their fingertips as another vamp appears next to William. Her hair lays perfect even in the midst of a tragedy, her silver eyes didn’t look like Sam’s, or William’s. Their eyes are warm and kind. Her eyes are sharp and cynical. They can only assume this is Alexis, their grip on his shoulders tightens and they pull him closer. They weren’t there to protect him in the wards, but they’ll be damned if they let something happen to him now. Even if the thing they are shielding him from is his own maker and the first blood of a vampire king. They’d do it for him, they’d do anything for him. They would give him every star in the sky if he asked.

William stands in front of Sam as he briefly covers what happened, leaving out exactly what happened with Vincent and his partner. That’s for him to say. Once he finishes, William turns his attention to the shifter standing at Sam’s side. Said vamp notices William’s attention on the wolf, stiffening a bit. William extends his hand to the shifter, and they shake it firmly.

“I’m William Solaire, though you probably figured that out by now.” The wolf nods,

“Tank.” William quirks a brow at the name, a nickname he guesses. He feels a tug of envy in his chest; right where Alexis and her feelings lie. Looking over to his progeny he catches her staring at Tank, silver eyes piercing holes in them. They pay her no mind, they are too focused on Sam. This only seems to aggravate her more. Fred and Bright stand close to Sam but pointedly far away from the wolf shifter at his other side. He doesn’t blame them. The scars covering their body give them quite the image. They are young vampires, Tank must intimidate them, even if Bright’s trying to put on a brave face for Fred. It’s not just their appearance either; Their aura itself was on fire. The energy surrounding them was feral and wild, yet they were in perfect control of that chaos. Despite what he assumed many others would say before getting to know them, he thought that Sam had found a wonderful partner. He could practically feel the fierce loyalty they felt for Sam radiating off of them in waves. Their strength would always be used for him, never against him. Yes, Sam was in good hands with this wolf.

[nowitswetme]

Lap Dances in front of Dean

Word Count: ~700

Warnings: lap dances, some objectification, brief mentions of bondage and rough sex, kissing, fingering, and lots of Dean’s dirty talk. Haha.

A/n: part of the Dean Winchester NSFW Alphabet

Dean loves any opportunity to stare at your gorgeous body, drop constant praises from his lips, and take you in for a while. So, yeah. Lap dances are definitely his thing.

Fuck yes, they are. Have you seen what you look like in lingerie and sky-high heels, Sweetness? So damn delicious. Having you put on a sexy show for him as he gets to rake his eyes all over your amazing body is his favorite form of entertainment. He tries to be good and let you do your thing, but he usually has to touch you before halfway through the first song. He just can’t help it. You’re just so fucking beautiful and soft. And sexy. And you’re right there in front of me for the taking. No way I’m gonna be able to keep my hands off you for very long, y/n. You know me better than that.

One time you made the mistake of tying him up, arms behind the chair and rope looped around the wooden slats at his back. You’d never seen him so incredibly needy and ferally dominant at the same time. Threats and pleas and everything in between tumbling from his lips as you swayed and ran your hands all over yourself. In retrospect, you probably should have used a metal chair – he broke the wooden one in a couple different places before he could get to you. Yep. And I’m not a bit sorry. Kinda your fault anyway, Sweetness. Shouldn’t try to keep me from what’s mine. He fucked you so hard that night that you felt sore for days. Actual, multiple days. Ooo yeah. On second thought, maybe you should do that again. Gave me a real good excuse to put you in your place. Just the way you like. Don’t ya, y/n? Almost every single time, your dances end with you straddled over his lap, coming apart on his fingers to his filthy words, dripping all over him and begging him for more. Which is kinda right where he likes you. Damn right. Soaking-and-begging is one of your best colors, y/n. Love having you fall apart over me so hard that your legs give out. Fuck. You’d probably have an easier time not giving in to him if it weren’t for how absolutely irresistible he gets when he’s so incredibly turned on. It’s hard to keep your composure when Dean Winchester has his lust-soaked emerald eyes trained on you and he’s using his talented tongue to weave words of seduction. You’re so good to me, Sweetness. Such a good girl, puttin’ on a fancy show just for me. Fuck, I want you so bad. C’mere. Nuh uh. Leave the hooker heels on – they’re hot as hell. Gonna make you feel fuckin’ amazing, y/n. There ya go. Spread your legs and hold on good and tight. You’re about to get reeaaal weak in the knees. And then he’s pulling you down into a kiss that sends sweet heat blazing across every inch of your body and makes your clit so achy you’re clenching around nothing. Groping you with skillful hands and growling into your neck before he shoves your panties to the side and goes straight to curling his fingers with perfect precision against the spot that makes you see stars. Pulling a powerful orgasm from your pussy with a look on his face like he’s somehow enjoying it even more than you are. I dunno, Sweetness. That’d be pretty hard to do. We both know how good I am at pullin’ you apart over my thighs. Mmmm, I do enjoy the hell out of it though. Can’t deny that. He's sure to spend all night ravishing you when you start it out by putting on a show for him. When you’ve collapsed from your initial pleasure, he stands you both up from his chair and carries you to his bed where he works on you for what feels like hours, doling out peak after peak until you’re drowning in bliss and his cock’s too hard to wait any longer. And then I lose myself buried in your perfect pussy until we’re both too tired to move. Fuck. Guess I know what we’re doin’ tonight. Go get your stuff on, yeah?

[osamusriceballs]

U U U H H H H CAN I PLS REQUEST OSAMU THIGH WORSHIP!! HIM CHOKING US OUT WITH HIS THIGHS!!! THATS IT THATS THE REQUEST THE ONLY SPECIFIC I NEED IS HIM CHOKING ME OUT WITH HIS THIGHS!!! if u need more specifics u can just scroll thru our convos and get inspo djdjdnfhdhf maybe some wax play 😳😳😳 b r u h my brain is just no thoughts head empty rn i have no specifics to give, just surprise me djdjdjd maybe with some kinda domming him tho? 👀👀 - osamu's thighs

It’s been basically a year, but goddamn it’s time to answer the last request in my inbox. 

Osamu’s thighs anon, the honor is all mine. Thank you for simping with me, thank you for spreading some love for these damn delicious thighs- let’s dig right into that 5 star full course menu~ 

LET ME SURPRISE YOU, HUN! I got you! <3 

Osamu x fem reader

Warnings: NSFW 

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It’s silent.

Dead silent when you lift your chin and look him sternly in the eyes.

“You promised.” A pout forms on your lips and he closes his eyes and finally sighs in defeat. 

“Okay, okay, princess. Just for today. Just because I promised you. Ya better not get too cocky, or else you’ll get it back- and more.”

The threat only meets deaf eyes, your mind already wandering to the things you’ve been fantasizing about for way too long- and a wave of anticipation runs through your body when you realize they are going to come true. That he let’s you take the lead and let you do as you please. You’re more than prepared, and you know exactly what you want to do with him.

Another rush of adrenaline runs through your veins when you gesture him to sit on the bed, and he silently complies, showing no signs of resistance.You have never seen that side of him before, but you like it. Very much so.

You slowly get on your knees, right between his parted legs. His gaze follows every single of your movements, not letting you out of his sight for a second, like he’s observing a wild animal. Osamu seems relaxed so far- but it won’t last long, you’re sure of that.

“I love your thighs,” you place your hands on his legs as soon as the words left your mouth and softly and slowly massage them. The thin fabric of his pants barely manages to hold his massive muscles in check, and you feel him tensing under your touch.

“Oh? Seems like you’re sensitive, little boy,” you tease him, just testing the waters and trying to find out, how far you can go. His hands clench into the sheets, but other than that he stays silent, not giving you the satisfaction of being affected already.

“Can you take these off for me?” You give him your best puppy eyes, and his jaw clenches in response, but he eventually fumbles with his belt and puts his pants down, just minimally lifting his body from the bed. 

His impressive thighs are fully exposed now, only a pair of tight boxers covering his now very hard cock- that is surely getting harder with every single touch of you, with every teasing comment, with the sight of you between his legs- even though he remains perfectly still.

“Such a good boy,” you coo, your hands wandering up and down on the soft skin of his thighs again. The muscles tense and relax every time you touch a sensitive spot, and you agonizingly slowly wander closer to his underwear. “Tell me what you want, Samu.” You lean down to kiss the soft skin of his thighs, noticing satisfied how he takes in a sharp breath when you suck on his skin and leave a mark. “Fuck-” his head falls back when you finish your first mark and move to the other leg. “I really love your thighs, Samu. So kissable.” You slowly kiss from his knee to the hem of his boxers, his body trembling when you get closer to his cock, but you purposely ignore the way there is already precum wetting his boxers.

“And biteable.” You slightly bite down, just enough for him to feel the slightest bit of pain and caress the sore spot with your tongue, a wave of excitement running trough your body at the low groan that leaves his lips. His hand impatiently moves between his legs, rubbing himself through his underwear but you’re quick to swat it away. “Not today.” You replace his hand and trace the outline of his hard cock with your finger, feeling him twitching when you reach the tip. “Oh, fuck-” he curses again, his hips slightly bucking up into your touch. “You seem to enjoy that a lot.”

“Hmm. Ya know what I would enjoy even more?”

“What?” You’re confused at the sudden change of his voice, when his thighs suddenly move closer together, closing around your neck softly and- chocking you. “Seeing you between my legs, just like that. Aren’t these the thighs ya love so much? What about now?”

Your lips part while you stare up at him, trying to say something, but no sound leaves your lips with his muscular thighs around your neck, and just slightly exerting more pressure- but this feels like heaven. Being on your knees with his thighs around your neck “Hmm? What was that? Ya like that?”

You squeeze your own thighs together, desperate for more, to heighten the feeling of getting chocked by Osamu Miya’s delicious thighs- when he suddenly lets go of you, way too early, and helps you up to sit on his lap, a mischievous grin on his lips.

“C’mon, princess. You like these thighs so much. Ride ‘em then.”

[rubistella]

Astarion chuckled. A little hoarse, a little loose. His grin was half-formed when Karlach nodded towards their remarkable first impression of each other.

One full of duress and pet-names.

"Bold of you to assume I already haven't." Every word was smoothed by that growing smirk, his eyes sharpened to a cut ruby's edge."Judging by how often your thoughts seem to steal back to me, darling, I'd say that ship has already sailed. And along with it, whoever the crook behind that helm has also clearly made off with a chunk of your heart." A gasp, every bit staged and built for pageantry. "The audacity, I know."

Pushing the ground beneath them, Astarion headed towards the nearest supply crate and rummaged about, choke-holding a bottle of Chultan Fireswill upon his return. As the damned thing tasted of nothing but ashes to his palate, Astarion held it out to the lady instead.

"Just to be clear, this is no mere act of courtesy- perish the thought. I'd have you spilling that as you drink, all the while straddling my lap, then licking it off my body to make up for it... as punishment for such wayward carelessness."

The kind of punishment that sounded more like a treat than a threat.

"There's plenty of fun you and I combined could have together, but alas. Life doesn't always give us what we want." Kissing a fang, the vampire reclaimed his seat a safe distance away from the tiefling, but not too far either, then shifted his gaze up to the stars as if drawing constellations. "I am curious- how do you handle it? You know... When one cannot simply indulge in hedonistic delights with another, there's always the option of indulging in such delights with yourself."

Hopefully without causing a forest fire in the process.

Back in the olden days, Karlach might've played it cool. Ice-cold in a way that made him work for her, but when she wore her excitement plainly enough that the entire meadow shone blue, it was a pointless endeavour. What she wouldn't give to be able to touch him. Have him touch her. She burned with something that wasn't quite the engine's fire, but something she had not truly felt towards another person in years.

She wanted to reach for him, drag his hands over the iciness of his skin to figure out what made him shiver; where to bite to make him sigh and clutch into her. Want pooled in the pit of her stomach and made its way between her legs, and it throbbed and ached almost painfully.

It was almost creepy how well he knew her already. No one would ever think of her as the sort to roll belly up for another, but instead saw her as much of a commanding, large and in large sort of woman in the bedroom, too. Sometimes she did, sometimes she didn't; it was nice to be hoisted up on occasion and folded over the first thing that would hold their combined weights.

"Gods, that's hot."

She both loved and hated how breathy her voice sounded, as though she were a lass utterly enamored by the endless possibilities of what he might've been able to do in another life. Another life? She knew little of what came before, only the little snippets of bits and things he had shared in his own time. Karlach didn't press. Not everyone was quite an open book as she was.

"I've imagined what your hands might feel like," she admitted with a smile that was a little too sheepish, and almost entirely small on her. Bashfulness and Karlach did not go hand in hand often, but her eyes flitted down to the delicateness of his fingers, and she imagined what her chest might look like in his hand.

The tiefling swallowed, and swallowed hard, and she felt her mouth go dry at the thought. The palms that braced her sunk her claws into the grass and the softness of the muck beneath her as though it would stop her from floating away. He smirked at her, and fuck she was a goner. Astarion was the sort of man that women and men broke their hearts over, for a simple taste, or the pointedness of his smile. And he was here with her, this peculiarly untouchable thing who imagined the coldness of his mouth and the deftness of his fingers.

Karlach's pupils dilated and her lips parted with a gasp and a pointed little grin. She tilted her head, "Is this the part where you eat my heart, fancy boy?"