#if you have any prompts or things that might inspire me to write I beg you to send them my way. I'll probably be cleaning out my ask box

[riftdancing]

Y'all have probably experienced this by now...

but I'm out here suffering like:

[pandora-writes-one-piece]

Hi Pandora! Happy Birthday!!!! I hope you have a wonderful day!

I’m taking this opportunity to thank you for all the amazing stories you write for us, I love every single one of them. You’re such a talented writer ❤️.

I can’t help but play along, so here’s my request: Kid ! (I couldn’t choose anyone else 🥰 ). I wasn’t sure which prompts to pick, so I drew one randomly: "You make it hard to focus when you’re this close." f!reader, and I’ll let you choose between SFW or NSFW depending on what inspires you.

Thank you, Darling, and once again, Happy Birthday!!! 🫶

Look at my menace of a captain getting all the requests! 🥰🥰 Oh and honeys, I went with NSFW, k??

@armiliadawn @lxshoxk and anon, thank you for the lovely words and birthday wishes and for all the support! I do hope you enjoy this one as much as I enjoyed writing it! 😇

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Wicked Game

Word Count: 2487

Tags: fem!reader; edging; self-pleasure; teasing; fluff; NSFW; MDNI; orgasm denial; pre-established relationship;

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

Summary: You've returned from a two-week mission away from the crew, and Kid doesn't leave his workshop to say hello. It's time to take matters into your own hands. Literally.

|Masterlist|

You were so pissed at your captain/boyfriend it wasn’t even funny. Granted, you spent most of your days pissed at him for one thing or another, but it was all out of love and it usually led to great make-up sex. 

This time, though, you were about ready to grab his metal arm and shove it up his ass. The only thing stopping you was that the bastard might actually like that a little if you lubed the thing enough. 

You’d been away on a recon mission you’d volunteered for on a remote island for two weeks. Supposedly it was the home of a very rich hermit, and you were going to check out what type of security he had, trying to figure out if you could all charge head-on - like Kid loved to do - or needed to be a bit more discreet with your pillaging. 

It was all bollocks. There was a hermit but the only thing he was rich in was illusions. His mansion was a treehouse, his security was two fat and lazy gorillas and his riches were bananas and mangoes. 

That alone had made you angry, but what truly pissed you off was that you had been aboard the Victoria for half a day now and the idiot didn’t even bother to leave his workshop to say hello or to see if you were alive.

You’d debriefed with Killer and Wire and when you asked them about Kid, they just shrugged and said he was busy. Busy? Too busy to see you? Well, fuck that. You weren’t going to budge first. He’d come to you looking for pussy and you’d be so mad that he would have to beg for you to give it to him.

A throb between your legs told you otherwise. Chances were you’d be the one who’d end up begging for release, but you’d still make your point!

Night approached and still nothing. 

As you lay in his bed, waiting for him, you realised that maybe you’d really be the first one to cave. You missed him. Even more so since all you could smell in the bed was his scent, and it was driving you crazy with need and longing. 

Sighing, you rose, ready to fold and beg for a kiss or a touch. You suspected he was doing this because he’d objected to you going alone. You tried to plead because you were the stealthiest of the Kid Pirates and the best at recon, but he forbade you. You still sneaked out before they lifted anchor and, since none of them came after you, you guessed Killer, Heat and Wire convinced him that you knew what you were doing. So they waited for you far from the shore. 

Tiptoeing to the workshop, you groaned at the sight of the locked door. He obviously wouldn’t make this easy. Retracing your steps you retrieved your trusty lockpicks and then silently got to work on the lock. Though, subconsciously, you knew that, unless Kid was really distracted by the work he was doing, he’d sensed your approach since you’d left his room. 

With the softest of clicks the door unlocked and you silently entered his workshop. He had his headphones on because, even though he was the captain, nighttime was sacred for the crew to get their sleep and he would not disturb them with loud music. Your heart clenched at the sight of him, bending over his workbench with his back turned to you. His shirt was sweaty and clung to his body, his muscles rippling and flexing with his movements. You almost let out a wanton moan at the show of pure strength, you’d missed him.

Forgetting all about being stealthy, you strode to him with purposeful steps but the only acknowledgement you got was a slight tension in his neck, like a predator waiting for his prey to be in the right position to pounce. You leaned on the workbench and when he finally lifted his eyes from whatever he was working on, you smirked as his eyes took in every inch of you. You’d shed your pyjamas on the walk over to him, so you were only wearing lace panties, nothing else. 

With a slow movement, Kid removed the headphones from his head and set them aside, running his fingers through his sweaty hair and drinking you in, his lips curving into a smug smile.

“Hi.” You said, the syllable dragging slowly and sultrily, inviting him for something more. 

“Hi back.” He grunted.

“Missed me?” You cooed as you hoisted your body up with your hands, sitting at his workbench with your legs crossed demurely. 

“Aye.” You bit your lower lip and gently arched your body, teasing him, inviting him again, but he still wasn’t moving. 

“And?” You let your finger run down your neck, over the middle of your breasts and tease your nipple, making it go hard while your eyes still burned holes in his fiery ones. “Are you going to do something about it?”

He grunted as his throat bobbed up and down. To his credit, he was showing massive restraint. He must’ve been really upset with you because if he wasn’t, you’d be bent over the workbench by now. 

“Soon, be a good lass and let me finish this.” He resumed his work, grabbing his trinket from the workbench without sparing you another glance. 

What. The. Fuck.

“Are you serious, Kid?” You asked in disbelief but the only answer he graced you with was a grunt. You made a movement to get up, already pissed at him again for ignoring you, and ready to give him the silent treatment for however long it took, but you had a bright idea instead. “Fine. I don’t need you for this, anyway.”

You propped your legs on the workbench, opening them wide, and angling your body his way. You’d give Kid the show of his life. If he wanted to be a prick about your mission, two could play the anger game. 

Resuming your earlier teasing with your fingers, you played with your nipples, pinching them and rolling them slowly between your thumb and index finger. You made sure to exaggerate your breathing and panting, trying to get his attention, but he wasn’t even looking at you. The only thing that gave away the fact that he was paying close attention to what you were doing, was the ticking of his jaw and the slight bob of his throat. So you continued.

Just watching the veins on his forearm pulsing with the motions of his work while his skin glistened with sweat was making you drip already. Imagining how he would wrap his strong arm around your waist to hold you steady as he pounded relentlessly from behind was already starting to unravel the coil of want inside you. 

A deep moan emerged from your parted lips and this time you weren’t even exaggerating it. His hand twitched for a second, then he continued as if nothing was happening. Oh, this was going to be fun. Kid was so used to doing all the teasing, to edging you over and over again. Well now it was your turn. Secretly, you were already anticipating the things he would do to you as punishment, but for now, you’d decided to enjoy it. 

You left one hand on your nipple as the other one descended slowly down your stomach and then inside of your panties. You were soaked through. You teased the tip of your middle finger between your folds to gather some slick and a mewl escaped you. The ticking of Kid’s jaw increased tenfold. You were certain he could smell your arousal since he was so close, but his eyes remained steadfast on his work, though his hands were slightly trembling with tension. 

You inserted another finger and curled them to hit that perfect spot. Your legs twitched and trembled and another moan filled the silence. Pinching your nipple hard, you pictured Kid’s rough hands rolling it between his fingers as his tongue swirled the other. Then, you removed your fingers from inside you and started to circle your clit, softly first, then with a bit of pressure. You were so wound up that you knew you wouldn’t last long.

“Hmmm… Kid…” Your eyes were half-lidded, blurred with the mounting pleasure threatening to crest in your abdomen, but you caught the way his eyes shifted towards you, then your nipples, then your pussy. That alone made you throb harder and your fingers doubled down their efforts, making you moan louder. You could see the bulge in Kid’s pants, you were affecting him. 

Just the thought of his tongue inside you, and the way he could easily make you come on it, his fingers, or his cock - just the thought of sweet release by any of his ministrations - had you right on the brink, your pants increasing, your moans now a litany of incoherent words. You were there, right there at the edge, just another touch, another-...

Kid’s calloused hand grabbed yours, removing your fingers from your throbbing clit and making you whine in desperation while you glared at him. “Kid! I was about to come!”

“I know, lass. And I didn’t tell ya to. Ya only come when I tell ya to.” A shiver ran through your spine as your pussy throbbed harder and harder. “Now, do as I tell ya and be a good lass. Stay still. Ya make it hard to focus when yer this close.”

You whimpered again, having had your orgasm denied. It was just there! Kid was acting unaffected, but you saw how his hand palmed his dick through his pants with a soft grunt. He was trying to teach you a lesson, but it was being hard on him too. “Kid…” You whined, pressing your legs together, looking for some friction. 

“I’m almost done, lass. Keep playing with yerself.” You sucked in a gasp, your eager fingers already finding their way back to your waiting pussy. “But don’t come.” His voice was a warning and you pouted, you knew you were playing with fire, but damn did it feel good to get burned. 

You started to slowly roll your clit between your fingers, trying to please yourself without getting the release. It was hard, so, so hard. Clenching your teeth, you inserted your fingers inside your cunt and pumped them in and out, trying to avoid hitting that right spot too many times or you’d unravel in a heartbeat. Tears started to gather at the corner of your eyes as you were forced to stop, panting for air, your other hand clenched into a fist against the cold workbench. 

“Kid…” Another whine. “Please… please, please, let me come.”

“No, lass. Ya disobeyed my orders. I’m gonna make sure ya know who’s in charge here. Got it?” His eyes turned to you but your brain was too mushy to read what was in them, so you just nodded. “I didn’t catch that, lass. Who’s in charge?”

A broken moan left your lips as you were forced to stop your fingers again, a wave of pleasure that was building, suddenly flatlining, mounting up your frustration. “You, you, captain, sir. Please, Kid! Please!”

“I’m almost done.” He’d said that already! Many times! How many more times did he expect you to hold? “Keep at it, lass. I don’t see ya moving.”

You groaned in desperation, your fingers easily sliding inside you and you almost came from just that. You bit your lip hard until it drew blood and started to sob. “Kid… I’m sorry, I’m sorry I went alone.” Your apologies mixed with pleas and broken moans and you realised that Kid stopped his work to stare at you. “I will never disobey you again, never!”

The silence enveloped you both, only disturbed by your ragged breaths and pained whines. Then his stool screeched as he got up and your breath caught in your throat. He leaned over your body, his metal hand curling behind your neck as his lips drew near yours. His grin was impossibly smug as his eyes glinted with mischievousness. “That’s it. It wasn’t so hard, was it?” You shook your head, more broken pleas leaving your lips, he was so close. “Good lass, you can come now.” He drawled out before crashing his lips against yours, his calloused hand palming your cunt and just the touch of his rough thumb against your clit, together with the swirl of his tongue in your mouth, had you falling over the edge of release.

Your back arched against him as your hands clutched his arm, nails digging hard into his forearm, indenting bloodied crests into his skin as your legs twitched and clamped around his hand. He swallowed all of your moans in his kiss, as desperate for you as you were for him. His touch burned like the hottest of fires and you wanted to be consumed by it until you turned to ash. Your orgasm prolonged until it hit a peak and then it died down slowly, leaving you sobbing from the pleasure of release as Kid pulled away from your kiss, his fingers leaving your cunt and easing their way up your belly to cup your face.

“I’ve missed ya lass. I’ve missed those pretty noises you make for me.” You nodded, mumbling some incoherent words of agreement and murmuring something to express how you missed him too. He reached for the metal object he had been working on, the one he was keen to finish before you did, showing it to you.

It was a ring.

“Let’s see if it fits.” He grabbed your shaking hand and slid it onto your ring finger with ease. It was the perfect fit. It was beautifully intricate and it had the sparkliest of red stones, exactly the colour of his hair. “Perfect. I just need to polish it.” You were still staring at your hand, chest heaving up and down, still riding the bliss of your orgasm, and you couldn’t seem to close your mouth.

“Kid…? Is this…?”

“Aye. Be with me? Forever?”

The lump in your throat almost prevented you from answering, but Kid got all the approval he needed from your ragged sobs and nodding head.

“That a yes, lass? What happened to yer sass?”

“Yes, Kid, yes! It’s a yes!” He chuckled against your lips as you crashed into him again, arms curling around his neck and pulling him back to you. 

“Good. Now, I still haven’t punished ya enough. Yer about to learn what happens when ya disobey my orders.” His happy smile was quickly overtaken by the most unhinged grin ever. As he slowly unbuttoned his pants and you felt the coil of desire burning tighter again, you knew that this was the man you wanted beside you for the rest of your life.

No matter how infuriating he was. 

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[eternalmx]

KINKTOBER PROMPTS & REQUESTS OPEN! 🕷️🕸️

₊⊹⁀➴ Rules : For starters! Most prompts are not mine and can be found here. Now for the fun part! There are different sections under the cut, which have the limit of how many prompts are allowed in the request. Any member of Monsta X is allowed, along with Wonho for these requests. Some of these will be written in full others will be shorts, depends on how inspired I am with each request. If you have son inspo that you would like to add with your request please feel free to do so! 🤭 Some of these will also be on the darker side, but prior to each request, I will clearly state any triggers and list any warning if and when needed. Your mental health is important so please be mindful and aware of warnings when going into some of these. Again, IT WILL CLEARLY BE STATED AT THE BEGINNING OF EACH REQUEST ONCE POSTED. No hate is allowed either, I see hate or negative comments you will be blocked. If something isn’t for you, simply don’t read it, simple as that. Please be as detailed as possible with your requests, some request might be modified if I have a tough time with writing it but for the most part I will do my best to stick with and provide exactly what is requested. So have fun! Requests are open!!! SUBMIT HERE ❤️‍🔥 (Will update once requests are closed and/or out on hold so I can catch up)

⟢ Request Example: [Memeber’s Name] [One liners - limit 3] [Theme] [Kinks] [ Tropes]

⟢ i.e: Changkyun / “Feel this? it’s just for you” / Mirror Sex / Roleplay / Confessions

One liners (Rules - limit 3)

"Feel this? It's just for you."

"Let's ruin ourselves for anyone else."

"I want to taste you so badly."

"Make me beg for it."

"Oh I can do this all night long."

"You surprise me every day."

"Let's find out how much you want it."

"Kiss me, I can't wait any longer."

"Come on, please, do it."

"Oh, you like that?"

"Hmm, you're not very patient, are you?"

"Well, let's see what happens tonight."

"Can you kiss it better?"

"Oh, you're hard to please."

"I had a very nice dream that started like this."

"You are so amazing, please never stop."

"Can you be good for me?"

"It's so hot when you talk like that."

"Stop teasing me and do it!"

"You're still holding back, just let go."

You’re a lot more flexible than I thought.”

“I want to please you.”

“Tell me what you would want to do, if you were here right now.”

“Your shirt got a little dirty, how about we take it off?”

“I want to give you a hickey, so everyone can see how I feel about you.”

“Oh, I love that sound you make.”

“Do you want to take it off or should I do it for you?”

“I never imagined you to be so sensitive, but I love it.”

“Maybe you could use that mouth for more than just talking nonsense.”

“If we weren’t in public right now…”

“Your hand feels much better than my own.”

“As soon as we’re both sober, we can do every dirty little thing you ever dreamed of.”

“Come on, you have to work for it.”

“I’ll take it that you like what you see.”

“Your moans will wake everyone up and I’m oddly fine with that.”

"I want to hear you beg."

"Arch your back for me."

"You look better with my hands around your neck."

"Swallow it. All of it."

"God, you feel so fucking good."

"Suck on it."

"You're so fucking hot."

"Open your legs for me, baby. I wanna see you."

"Don't hold back."

“Ah, fuck.”

"That noise...keep making it."

"Wrap your legs around my waist."

"Let's make this quick."

"Don't close your eyes, baby. Look at me."

"You're mine."

"Such a good little pup, aren't you?"

“Faster—ah shit—harder…”

"I wanna go again."

“I want you. I need you.”

“Huh…uh…keep going.”

“Wait—uh—do…do that again.”

"Mark me. Mark me so everyone knows who I belong to."

"Don't be gentle with me—I like it when you're rough."

"One more time! Please!"

"Fuck—uh! I love it when you touch me like that."

Overall theme (Rule - Limit 1, these are just some options! You’re more than welcome to send in your own!)

1) mirror sex

2) sex in front of a big window where anyone could glance up and spot them

3) fully clothed x stark naked

4) slow sex while one or both are injured (bonus points if it’s after a battle or after they’ve patched up each other’s wounds)

5) body worshipping

6) marathon session (they just fucking keep going, babyyyy)

7) finding a somewhat private area at a fancy party to fuck (coat closet, empty office, secluded corner on the big balcony, hedge maze if we wanna get dramatic, etc)

8) oops, we were just hiding in this closet, but then the close proximity get us too turned on not to fuck

9) revenge sex

10) finding their partner’s sex toy/toys and making them play with it in front of them

11) quickie where you don’t take any clothes off, just tug and pull and expose the essentials

12) fucking, but one is still trying to keep all of their attention on the game they are playing

13) getting a little too handsy on the dancefloor

14) library sex for those dark academia vibes

15) jealous sex in the alleyway behind the bar

16) accidental i love you’s during sex

17) seeing the love marks they left on their partner later and getting turned on all over again remember how it got there in the first place

18) rough sex

19) getting turned on by their partner’s new uniform for work and then roleplaying a bit

20) sleepy domestic sex

Kinks (Rules - No limit go wild! As long as it’s cohesive and can be written in a well flowed manner)

Oral

Toys

Primal Play/Predator/Prey

Bondage

Praise/Worship

Degradation

Orgasm Control/Edging

Roleplay

Breeding/Creampie

Knife play

Blood play

Fear play

Dom/Sub

Impact Play

Overstimulation

Public

Free use (established/consensual)

Breath Play/Choking

Somnophilia

Owner/Pet

Voyeurism/Exbitionism

Photo/Video

Sensory Deprivation

Size Difference

Age Gap

Mask Kink

Predicament Bondage

Twosome OR Threesome (You choose the members)

Why Choose (This will be all members, if requested)

Tropes (Rules 1-2, As long as they’re cohesive, Again, NOT LIMITED TO THESE, feel free to submit your own!)

Enemies to lovers

Fake Dating/Marriage

Only one bed

Kissing as a distraction

Jealousy

Blind Date

Taking care of them

Forbidden Love

Confessions

Friends With Benefits

Cheating

Friends to Lovers

One Night Stand

Second Chance

[milkycarnations]

Could you do a short little writeup/one shot thing (you don’t have a write a whole lot if you don’t want to/the prompt isn’t inspiring!) Of a sub fem!reader friend of Tim’s, who’s sharing a hotel room with him right now, and really wants to be roughly dominated by Tim but is wayyyy too shy and awkward to approach him or talk about it?.. (Not too big on the degradation kink, I like me some praise, instead. Being roughly pinned down though? Yes.)

Sure thing, anon! I will attempt praise without degradation. I'm always thinking about Brian or Tim in some way, so this prompt is no problem. Sorry if the shot feels disjointed, I wrote the first half about 2 months ago when I received this ask. Might come back and do some finishing touches later as I also have a headache. Full fic under the cut.

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She's Unreal | Masky x afab!reader | 1.7k words

one-shot masterlist | mdni | cw: praise, begging, Tim calls you a good girl, rough sex, restraints/bondage, hotel sex, unprotected sex, creampie, reader gets not so shy, they're both just really horny, reader doesn't know what to do with herself

You watched as he pulled the wardrobe from the wall, checking for any hidden spyware. He was so obsessed with the search for cameras and microphones, you were surprised he had yet to find any the past week. You took the time to check him out, admiring the bulk in his arms and legs. He could throw you. You were sure of it. You wanted it.

You wouldn't mind that at all - him throwing you around a little.

"Nothing over here either," Tim said abruptly, shoving the wardrobe back against the wall. You looked down, hiding the heat on your face. Be real. He'd barely even touched you before, besides saving your life those few times. You were... partners, but not in that way! Maybe you had good reason to be so horny for him all the time but damn - if he ever found out he'd probably think you were some kind of freak. He'd probably even think about all the times you've thought about him just like now! You wouldn't live through that sort of embarrassment. Imagine being rejected and made fun of for being horny for Tim - Brian would never let you live it down for sure. Not you! You wouldn't hear the end of it.

"You feeling alright?" he asked.

It took you a moment to realize he had been talking to you the entire time. You weren't sure what to say. Your head was a blurry mess, begging for him to rail you against the hotel wall. Or the floor. Or the bed. All these thoughts went straight between your legs.

"I'm fine," you blurted.

He gave you an odd look and chose to sit down right beside you. Fuck. You squeezed your legs together and placed your hands in between them, trying to act naturally, but not sure what to do with yourself.

Tim glanced down toward your hands, but quickly averted his gaze. God, you wished he'd stare at your body like that more often. You wondered if he thought about you in the same way when he looked at your legs, but you guessed it was a long shot. You also wondered if he stared at your ass at work.

"Something's up. You plan on telling me what's wrong?"

You shook your head.

"Nah, just thinking."

He seemed close, his leg brushing up against yours, and your hips almost touching. Putting his hand on your knee, he squeezed firmly as he started to speak.

"I just wanna make sure you're okay."

A whine left your body at his touch, completely unasked for. Shit. You're too shy to meet his gaze, but his grasp stayed firm on your leg. Squeezing your legs together even tighter, you tried to fold yourself out of existence.

"Oh" Tim mumbled something to himself, a little too soft for you to hear.

"God damn," he called you by your name and fell into a fit of raspy cackles. If you didn't want to erase yourself so hard right now, you'd be telling yourself how sexy his laugh was. You were down bad.

Shrugging your shoulders, you watched as his hand wandered a bit higher. You felt as he pushed his torso into yours and his breath reached your neck.

"Are you turned on right now?"

Tim's voice came out barely louder than a whisper. You could not believe you were hearing the words come out of his mouth. More so, you had no idea how you were going to slip your way out of this mess.

One of his arms slinked its way behind you, while the one on your leg left to grab your face. Rough, calloused fingers squished your cheeks together and forced you to look him in the eyes.

"I'm sure I'm reading the room right, aren't I? I saw you rubbing yourself. Tryin' to hide it all cute."

He laughed as your eyes widened. Had you been touching yourself? Had you been grinding up against your hands without even noticing?

"C'mon, sweetheart. Don't be afraid."

Nodding slightly, you glanced toward his pants. You felt your pussy throb at the sight. He was hard and clearly horny too.

"Aww," he said, "were you too shy to say anythin'? Too shy to tell me what you want, pretty thing?"

You keep nodding along, unable to speak. He ran his thumb across your lips.

"I need you to say it though. Tell me what you want. Tell me you need me like a good girl,"

Leaning into him further, you couldn't believe what was happening. You had the most depraved thoughts about this man, but saying how badly you needed him was so unbearably embarrassing.

"I want you," you told him.

"Imma need more than that, baby. Let me know what you want."

"I want you to fuck me. Want you to use me and make me your good girl."

Your words came out needy. Between your legs, you could feel yourself getting wetter and wetter.

"Oh, sweet thing,"

Words so soft, eyes so sweet, he pushed you back onto the mattress. He knew you could take a lot, hopefully, he also knew that you desperately needed to be dicked down. Letting out an oomph as your back hit the mattress, you watched as he crawled up to you. The sound of his belt coming off filled the room.

"You want me to use you? That's not a light request darlin'. Turn around."

Doing what he said, you shifted onto your stomach. He grabbed your arms and you felt him tie them behind you with his belt. You stuffed your face against the pillow, already trying to stop whines and moans from pouring out of you.

"Don't worry, babygirl. Not gonna be so shy in a minute. You're gonna have so much fun lettin' me use you how I want. Now let me take these off you."

He reached around you, unbuttoning your pants. He pulled them off in two big tugs, the fabric of the jeans scraping at your sensitive skin. Impatient, he tugged at the crotch of your panties, ripping them off of you completely. Tutting, he spoke.

"You're already so wet for me. Such a good girl, wetting yourself for my dick. You're gonna take it so well, I can tell, pretty thing."

He ran his hand along your bare ass, squeezing and fondling you, spreading you open for him to see. How could you ever expect him to see you like this?

He ran a finger up and down your slit before pushing inside of you. You squealed into the pillow.

"That's it, baby. Just making sure you're all good and ready for me. You are, aren't you? Your perfect little cunt is just achin' for me."

Whining as he pulled out, you felt him pull his own pants down and off, throwing them in the corner of the room. Hands gripping onto your hips, he pulled your ass up into the air, shoving a pillow under them. Suddenly, he was leaning over you, pushing his hand into your upper back as he pushed his cock inside.

"Oh, fuck!" you moaned as he stretched you out. Were you dreaming?

He let out a deep groan as he bottomed out, resting his weight on top of you. He was holding back, but he had completely caged you in with his body and was pushing you down into the bed.

"You doing alright?" he hummed.

You were doing more than alright.

"Yes, please-" you started.

"Please? Please, what? You want me to go harder for you," you nodded as he spoke, "I know you're a feisty thing, you can take it can't you? You can take my cock pounding you like a good girl?"

"Yes, please, I want you to fuck me already."

"Good girl. You're shy but you know how to beg just right for me."

With heavy movements, Tim started to thrust into you, starting at a slow pace. Your arms tied behind your back didn't help you move much, but it didn't stop Tim from grabbing your face and lifting your head from the pillow.

"Yeah, don't muffle them cute little sounds you make." he squished your cheeks between his fingers, turning you to look at him. His body was pressed close against your back, each sharp thrust sending your hips rutting into the mattress.

"Fuck me faster, please," you mumbled.

"Huh? This not rough enough, yet?"

You shook your head letting out moans and breathless begging.

"Don't worry. I'm just enjoying your tight pussy. Does it get tighter the rougher I get? Will you squeeze around my cock like a good girl?"

Rolling your eyes back, you limped your head forward. Was this really happening? It's everything you've ever wanted and more. You keened as he suddenly slammed into you, starting a brutal pace. The bed creaked under both of you and the heat of his breath was intense against your neck. Tim groaned into your ear.

"It does! You've been wanting me for such a long time, haven't you? If your cunt keeps sucking me in like that it's gonna make me cum. You wanna cum for me, too? I bet you'll look all pretty cumming around me."

"Yes, please! Please make me cum around your cock." You were panting as you spoke, spent by him fucking you.

"Not shy for much longer, be a good girl and take it." Tim positioned his right arm around you, reaching to rub your clit. You were already so swollen and sensitive, it didn't take long for your pussy to throb.

"Oh shit. Keep doing that, please."

"Since you ask so nicely," he said, grinding into you with the perfect tempo. You felt the tension of your orgasm building until you had been pushed over the edge.

"I'm cumming!"

"Fuck, yes! Keep cumming like a good girl."

He didn't stop rubbing and fucking you as you came, forcing you to ride it out on his cock.

"Can I cum inside you, sweetheart?" he asked.

"Yes!" you gasped. He wasted no time, his rutting became sparse and stuttered. You could feel him fill you up, stretching around your sore lips one last time. He pulled out collapsing beside you. Cum started to drip out of you.

"Let's get this off ya," he said, tugging the belt off your wrists. Exhausted, you nodded along, letting him unbind you.

"Do you feel used enough? Or do I need to go harder next time?"

[emberfrostlovesloki]

Aaron and Criminal Minds March/Spring Prompt List

Photo credits: Left (@foxy-eva) Center (@agentdilfhotchner) Right (@enid-rhees)

Good evening loves! We made it to February! It’s hard to believe we are one month into 2024! I love the idea of the team during Spring time and I thought I'd make some March/Spring prompts because it makes me happy. This prompt list is inspired by the always amazing, @imagining-in-the-margins who always make the best prompt lists. I'm currently writing for her New Beginnings Challenge (linked) and having a blast). For my prompts, I won’t write for all these prompts, but I will for at least a few. The rules for using these prompts are that there are no rules! You could use any Criminal Minds characters, OCs, reader inserts, etc. You could draw, write, make mood boards, or imagine anything else. I have included 31 prompts for each day of the month. I also get inspiration from plain old words, so I’ve included 10 Spring words that might inspire something. Lastly, I’ve included a few dialog and art prompts too. You can find that all below the cut. If any of these prompts inspire you to create, I’d love to be tagged to see what you have made. This is all just for fun. I wish everyone a great start to the month. Please know I’m proud of you wherever you are right now. Love - Levi 🌸

General Prompts

Character A buys Character B their favorite flowers once they are in season.

Character A plans a fun day out at the park with their kid and they run into Character B unexpectedly.

The team gets called to a case on the beach in Florida.

Character A had experienced something bad this time last year and Character B checks in on them.

Character A buys a new swimsuit to feel confident in their own skin.

Spring Break with the BAU (young AU or present-day or anything else.)

Character A becomes addicted to a seasonal drink at a coffee shop and begs the barista to teach them how to make it.

Character A buys pastel lingerie for Character B.

A night of celebration after the case reveals feelings that have been hidden for over a year.

The newest member of the BAU has their birthday on their first case ever. The team still tries to make it something for them anyway.

A Character manages to catch a cold in the middle of Spring.

On an incredibly hot case, Character A collapses from heat exhaustion.

Characters A and B bump into each other at a music festival.

The team goes to the beach together and Character A and B awkwardly put sunscreen on each other.

Characters A develops an allergy to a favorite food and tries to find alternatives.

The BAU faces a lockdown in Quantico as an active threat is in the building.

Character A confesses their love to someone and gets turned down. Character B makes sure Character A is holding up okay after the rejection.

Character A gets drugged and Character B gets them to the hospital.

Character A has a bad dream and calls Character B; they talk till morning.

Breakfast in bed.

Characters A and B go on a date to a bookstore/record store and things get more frisky than expected.

Characters A and B try role play in bed for the first time.

Characters A and B take a road trip.

There is a malfunction on the jet and it makes an emergency landing. The team is stuck in the airport for a few hours.

Characters A and B get matching tattoos.

Characters A and B get a little too competitive about March Madness / Sports.

Characters A and B talk about possible baby names.

BAU case on a ranch in the West (Yeehaw).

It's Characters A and B's last night before their wedding.

A tragedy strikes the team at the worst time. The must bond to move on.

Easter Egg Hunt with the BAU.

Word Prompts

Refreshed

Swimsuit

Break

Lemonade

Tipsy

Easter

Park

Blossom

Picnic

Beach

Dialog Prompts 

“If you can beat me at beach volleyball, I'll do your files for a week.” 

“________ people wear sunscreen for a reason. You're all burned up.” 

“Do you have any idea how many people lose their virginity during Spring Break?” "No... Why do you ask?"

“Spring is great until you get to the allergies.” 

“This time of year isn't all it's cracked up to be. At least, not for me.” 

“_______ if you don't buy that sun dress and make ______ swoon I'm gonna believe love is dead.” 

Art Prompts

Any CM kid in a cute Easter costume. Bonus if the parent matches.

Any BAU member in a swimsuit.

A BAU prank gone wrong.

Garcia in the most SPRING outfit possible.

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[spicywarl0ck]

Hi Spicy!!! How about some Pavelyan or Pavellan today (or any other pair that inspires you!): “I told you, you would eventually start begging.” -from Smutty prompts

Happy Friday, and thank you so much for the prompt! This took me two fridays to finish, because I got carried away with it. I had so much fun writing this for @dadrunkwriting, so thank you x3 Pairing: Dorian Pavus/mLavellan Rating: E Length: 2129

The rush of air felt cold against his flushed cheeks.

He heard the soft splashing of the nearby well, the sound comforting in contrast with the noise inside. Just a moment for himself was all he needed, a moment of calmness after dealing with too many politicians and murder plots.

Revassan took a deep breath, inhaling the soft scents of the exotic flowers around him. 

“Ah, and there I wondered where the hero of the evening went. I figured I’d find you here.” Dorian’s voice made him smile on the spot. It had been hard to find even a minute for themselves with everything going on. They’d only been able to squeeze in one tiny dance on the balcony.

“You always seem to sense where to find me,” Revassan smirked at the mage. “I’d almost say you keep a magical tracker on me.”

“Maybe I do.” He watched the eyes of the Altus glinting slightly, his lips stretching into a mischievous smirk. “We Tevinter mages are rather good at keeping track of our elves.” Dorian joked. “Wouldn’t want them to run away and develop free will, right?” he teased. 

“Ah, I knew there was a catch.” The elf chuckled, observing as Dorian's expression softened. “I take it you came to fetch me then?” 

“Actually, I wanted to steal a moment with you.” Dorian presented him with the bottle of wine he’d held behind his back. “What could be nicer than a picnic in Celene’s gardens right?” 

“And also her wine, I assume?” 

“Of course.” The mage gestured him toward the stone frame of the well. He would never get dirt onto his outfit. “But to soothe your conscience, I asked very politely,” Dorian added swiftly.

“Aren’t you always?” Revassan chuckled as he graciously sat next to the Tevinter mage. “I’m impressed.”

“As you should be.” By the creators, he loved this cocky man. He’s tried to withstand his charms at first but fell for him sooner than expected. Now, he was caught in his trap, unable to let go of the magnificent man that Dorian Pavus was.

“I see you’re very humble tonight.” Revassan teased, watching as Dorian conjured two drinking cups up before he filled them with the sweet red liquid.

“Of course I am.” Dorian’s mustache moved with his smile. “I am the humblest man you’ll ever meet,” he added, only his eyes betraying his words and calling his tease out. By now, Revassan was more than capable of reading this man.

It took him a while to see the vulnerability of Dorian, but he’d taken a deep understanding after meeting his father in Redcliffe.

“Thank you for sneaking the wine out.” Revassan’s smile was genuine. “I needed it,” he added. The past evening had been a lot, and he hadn’t been sure how to deal with political situations. His people didn’t really meddle in things like that, the conclave being the only exception he witnessed. 

If he was honest, it was surprising that they listened to a Dalish elf. 

“I know.” Dorian’s voice sounded soft when he spoke. “You’re not ballroom material,” he added, the tease evident in his voice. “For me, it’s like coming home.” His gaze drifted away for a heartbeat, the corners of his lips dropping slightly.

“Do you miss it?” 

“Home? Of course. Tevinter might have his flaws, but it’s still my home. Don’t you miss your Clan?” he replied, taking a thoughtful sip of wine as he let it dance on his palate. “Hm, I have to say not bad, but nothing could beat a Tevinter Redwine.”

“I miss them.” A sad smile danced on Revassan’s lips. “I miss them ever since I left. Funny, isn’t it?” he chuckled.

“I always wanted to leave, but now that I am so far away from them, I can’t help but want to go back.” It wasn’t as if he could or would, to begin with. There had been nothing more he wanted but to go back when he woke up in the dungeon in Haven. But he knew there was no turning back now.

He’d come too far for that. 

Also, there was Dorian. He wasn’t sure if his father would approve of a Tevinter Altus, meaning he’d need to make a choice sooner or later. For now, though, he didn’t want to choose.

“We always miss the things we can’t have. Or so they say.” The mage’s face turned firm, his eyes studying him intensely.

“I told myself I won’t compromise myself anymore.” He set the cup aside before his hand stretched to touch Revassan’s cheek. The elf felt the cold metal of Dorian’s rings pressing against his skin, the touch soothing against his wine-heated cheeks.

“Neither should you.”

Revassan couldn’t say who initiated it, maybe both of them, but he didn’t care much about the hows and who’s as he melted contently into the kiss. Dorian always knew what he needed, the sweet taste of Orlesian wine lingering on his lips.

He got lost in the touch, slightly shuddering against the mage’s palm cupping his cheek. 

It was easy to forget everything around them as he closed his eyes, just enjoying the moment and closeness of the other man against him as neither wanted to withdraw.

“Getting a little excited?” Dorian chuckled against his lips as he felt him shiver

He didn’t even give him a chance to answer until his tongue brushed against his lips, gently asking for entrance before slipping in. This bastard knew all too well what he did to him. Revassan melted in his arms as his whimpers were muffled by the invading tongue exploring his mouth.

An unbearable heat began to claim his body, yet he also shivered as he felt the chilly breeze.

All he felt was the body pressing against him and the tongue moving inside his mouth. A hand pressed against his lower back, drawing him closer while the mage ravaged every corner of his mouth, leaving him wanting more.

“Dorian~” his voice got muffled against his devouring lips, and he wasn’t sure if he had spoken or just uttered the altus’s name in his head. It didn’t really matter.

“You’re shivering.” The smug reply indicated that Dorian heard him after all. “Oh, but you’re also so aroused right now. I can feel it,” he added, luring a groan out of the elf’s lips as their pelvises touched.

“So are you.” Revassan teased before a rushed breath escaped him when Dorian pushed him further against one of the walls surrounding the gardens.

“I am always excited for you, Amatus,” he whispered against his ear, his tongue darting over the pointed tips and making him moan hoarsely. Revassan tried to hold back, but he couldn’t betray the want in his voice.

Creators, he wanted this man, and he wanted him now.

“We can’t.” The elf tried to protest still, fighting a battle against his wine and lust-filled brain. He wanted to do nothing more but to be ravaged by the tevinter mage, no matter the place or the time. 

“I can tell you don’t mean what you say.” Dorian chuckled, his lips still too close to his sensitive ears. 

He dragged his tongue all over the tip, causing Revassan’s fingers to curl into his tunic tightly. A strangled moan escaped him as he tilted his head to the side, giving the impossible man more access to his ear and neck.

“I guess I have to make you beg for it then. We both know you will.” 

It was both a threat and a promise. Dorian always managed to bring him to that point, and Revassan was sure the Altus would manage this time, too. No matter if they were in the Empress's gardens or not.

A part of him needed to admit that the thought excited him a bit.

“What if someone sees us?” The elf asked, even though the chance added to the thrill. He knew the corner that Dorian was dark enough that no one would see for real, but just the implication of it would serve the nobles enough topics to gossip about.

“Are you truly caring about that?” Dorian’s voice was husky, but Revassan knew he only needed to say the word, and he’d stop.

“I leave that to you to find out.” Revassan teased him, only to moan as quietly as he could when he felt Dorian’s teeth scrapping against the sensitive skin of his ears.

One hand slowly snaked towards his crotch, brushing against his bulge innocently enough to play it off accidentally. But he knew it wasn’t. He couldn’t help but press against the hand, secretly yearning for more as the mage’s lips and teeth drove him insane in such a short amount of time.

“Dorian…~” he whimpered as the Altus kissed his way to his earlobe, only to continue at his neck. 

His hips couldn’t help but move against the hand cupping his erection, but he was too proud to beg. He wouldn’t give in to Dorian’s demands that quickly, but he also couldn’t help the dizziness rushing through him. It probably was the mixture of the blood flow and the wine. 

“I love it when you moan my name like this, Amatus.” The cocky mage whispered against his heated skin.

His lips left marks where they touched him as his hand slowly vanished within the elf’s trousers. They were so close to the goal as they stretched over the smooth skin above his hard cock, the touch so very teasing as Revassan wanted nothing more but to be touched.

But Dorian wouldn’t give him what he wanted. Not just like that.

“You’re such a… a prick.” Revassan stuttered out, his brain unable to focus on anything but the heat and the throbbing pulse of his cock.

“I am, but admit it, You love me for it.” Dorian chuckled against his neck, leaving another mark behind after sucking the sensitive skin. Revassan felt every tooth dragging over his skin and the soft sensation of the mage’s lips as it pressed right against him.

But Dorian was right. He loved this man more than anyone else.

“Dorian…” a moan broke past the elf’s lips again, his hips grinding wantonly against the hand touching anything but his throbbing cock. “Pl… Please.” he gave in and fought his pride, not caring if anyone would see them.

All that he wanted was Dorian.

“I told you. You would eventually start begging.” The altus chuckled just as his hand traveled lover to wrap around Revassan’s cock. “It’s alright,” he added in a soothing voice as the elf moaned underneath his touch, his fingers curling firmly into his clothes. 

“I take care of you,” Dorian promised softly, his hand never ceasing its pumping motion as it dragged up and down on the pulsing shaft. 

It drove him insane. Both the sensation and the knowledge of being jerked off in the Empresse’s gardens were too much. He didn’t know what to think since all his thoughts became a heated blur, his hips thrusting into his lover’s hands on their own. 

It didn’t matter anymore where they were or what they did. All that mattered was that Revassan was here and the heat rushing through him, wanting more. And what he wanted right now was to find release within his lover’s hands.

“I’m close.” he moaned, his forest green eyes hooded and foggy when he tried to make eye contact.

“Then come for me, Amatus,” Dorian answered, his voice hoarse since he couldn’t hide his own desire. “Come,” he added in a whisper, his lips gently sucking at the tip of Revassan’s pointed ear as his hand kept a firm grip on his cock.

He didn’t budge when the elf found his release within his hand, hips stuttering as he made a small mess.

For a moment, he felt shaky. Only the body of his lover could keep Revassan from falling onto the ground as his heart rate went up. He almost felt like he was bursting, and everything around him was a blur.

But he felt Dorian’s warmth and strength as it held him, the mage’s aftershave so prominent in his nostrils.

Revassan could’ve fallen asleep but forced himself to regain a clear head. No one was around them, just the two of them sharing a heated embrace as the elf slowly came to his senses.

“What about you?” he asked hoarsely as one of his hands softly brushed questionably against Dorian’s bulge. 

“How about we join the party for now, and you repay me after we retire to our quarters?” The altus whispered against his ear, cleaning his hand with a handy spell and giving Revassan a moment to make himself decent again.

“You think anyone can lend us any silk shawls?” 

[somekndofnature]

Summary:

Inuyasha reveals something important to Sango and Miroku that shocks both. Kagome and Sango get some things off their chest.

Notes:

Hello all! Time for another couple of chapters. These next two sort of go together so I wanted to release them together. This is where the story starts getting thicc. So, I hope you enjoy.

For this chapter, there were a few songs that really inspired this chapter. First, is 'Walls (You Changed)' by Sick Puppies. I feel like this song is really important from Sango and Kagome's perspective, towards Inuyasha. And for those who were wondering about the music Inu is working on, this is one of the songs he ends up 'writing' in the story as he grows a little more. Second is 'Goodbye Apathy' by One Republic which is obviously chosen for Inuyasha in this moment. And the last is 'Torn' by Natalie Imbrugila which is also probably obviously chosen for Kagome.

Anyway... that's my music rant for now. Let me know if you like it.

AO3

Chapter 4: That Left Me On the Floor

Inuyasha was stunned into silence and could only watch Kagome’s shoulders tremble as she retreated towards the restroom, wheezing from the hole she’d punched straight through his chest. Each tear that had fallen onto her cheeks lashed his heart like a whip, drawing an answering warmth from his eyes. He had struggled to stay in place, compelled to drop to his knees and grovel on all fours, begging forgiveness. He knew that he had hurt her but…

You broke me.

Inuyasha bit back the whine that crawled its way up his throat and let his head fall into his hand, rubbing the gathered moisture from his eyes. Fuck , he hated seeing her cry. That was why he had always walked away; he’d never been able to take the shame that could—rightly—be placed at his feet for hurting her.

“Smooth,” Sango said from beside him.

Inuyasha scowled in her direction but didn’t respond; he had nothing to say in his defense.

Miroku sighed and pushed a hand through his dark hair. “Well, I guess that’s out of the question. It sucks, but I think we’ll have to find someone else.”

“No!” he growled, making their eyes widen. “It has to be her, no one else.”

Sango shook her head. “Inuyasha, I know you feel guilty for everything that happened but—”

“This isn’t about that!”

She raised a dubious brow.

He winced. “It isn’t just about that. It’s—fuck, you wouldn’t understand.”

“Try me,” she insisted.

Inuyasha shook his head.

“If you want any more of my help with Kagome, you’ll have to tell me why this is so important. Why does it have to be her? Why are you suddenly so eager to have her in your life?”

His ears lowered against his head; he couldn’t tell them. When Sango and Miroku understood what Kagome meant to him, the resulting guilt might bury him alive.

“Inuyasha?” Sango prompted again.

He hung his head, allowing a curtain of silver hair to hide his face as he whispered, “She’s my mate.”

He heard them suck in a sharp breath. Both had no doubt heard the same stories in school growing up. Great demons searching for their fated mate, the first glimpse of romance that their little minds were afforded. Inuyasha had been bored out of his skull just listening to them.

In the past, when the world was smaller, there was a reasonable assumption that this goal was attainable, that this mysterious person who made up your other half could be found, but on a planet of over seven billion beings, those odds slimmed considerably. A mate was someone to be treasured, and he had treated Kagome like she was… worthless .

Argh! The sound of that word gasping from between her trembling lips wouldn’t leave his ears. It twisted his heart, pumping an icy poison of regret through his veins.

“Wh-what? When?” Sango went silent for several seconds before gritting out through her teeth, “How long have you known?”

“From the beginning,” he replied, voice low. “From the first day I met her.”

“I knew it. I knew you were hiding something from me.” He heard Sango move but didn’t even brace as her fist connected with his cheek. “You ass!”

Inuyasha’s head whipped to the side, and he embraced the sting. He deserved her wrath on behalf of their friend, on behalf of fate, on behalf of everything he had scoffed in the face of, like a complete idiot. If it made him worthy of Kagome, he’d let Sango beat the hell out of him with a godsdamn smile.

“Nine years?!” Sango screeched. “Nine years and you… you were fuckin around, stickin your dick in anything that moved—”

“I didn’t actually do that.”

“What?!”

He shrugged. “I know it looked like I was always with a woman, but I just wanted it to seem that way. I didn’t actually sleep with any of them; I couldn’t. After being with Kagome, touching another woman felt,” he shuddered in disgust, “wrong.”

“Why?” Miroku asked. “Inuyasha that just sounds—”

“Cruel,” Sango interjected. “Why the hell would you do that to her?”

He shifted uncomfortably in his seat. “I was trying to push her away, to make her hate me.”

“Well, congratulations,” Miroku said with a hint of reproach in his tone. “I think you succeeded.”

Inuyasha’s head fell back, rubbing his hands between his spread legs while they jittered with tension. He was getting judgment from the pervert now?

“No doubt,” Sango agreed with a derisive snort. “You only made it worse by constantly falling into her bed, too.”

“I couldn’t help it!” He pushed a hand through his silver hair, scraping his claws against his scalp.  

Her lip curled with disgust. “That’s pathetic.”

“You got me, Sango,” he snapped. “I’m a completely pathetic, sad sack, piece of shit. Happy now?”

“Don’t say any of that like it’s going to save you,” she said, placing an indignant hand on her hip. “You think just because you finally pulled your head out of your ass means you deserve a second chance?”

His shoulders slumped. “No.”

“You’re damn right! What you deserve is to watch her move on with her life…”

Inuyasha squeezed his eyes shut as a hopeless anguish ripped through him, but Sango continued without mercy.

“You deserve to watch her find a man who treats her with compassion and devotion, like she’s precious.”

Mine! His demon howled from the back of his mind until his temples throbbed.

Still, she didn’t relent. “You deserve to watch her build a happy life and at its end to be surrounded by a family who loves and treasures her.”

Inuyasha folded in on himself, a keening whine breaking past his lips when he could no longer contain his misery. Did he deserve to watch Kagome leave him behind forever? Probably… Was it something he feared with every fiber of his being? Absolutely…

Miroku cleared his throat, saving him from any further torment. “Sango, sweetheart.”

“What?” she snapped.

“I’m not entirely sure if this shame-fest is having the desired effect.”

She went quiet for a long moment, but Inuyasha didn’t raise his gaze from the floor, which he was hoping would open and swallow him whole. “What was the point of doing all that?”

“I told you,” he said again. “To push her away.”

“Yes,” she hissed. “But why the hell would you want to do that? Any other demon in your position would be over the moon and that should go double for half-demons. Most people don’t even think you have mates. So, why?”

Inuyasha took a deep breath before answering. Eventually he’d have to face the same question from Kagome, he better get damn good at answering it now. “I was a dumbass! I was young and stupid and arrogant and…scared,” he admitted.

“Scared? Of what?” Miroku asked.

“I wasn’t ready for something like that,” he said, looking down at his clasped hands. “I’m not good with women in general. How was I supposed to win this person who was meant to be it for me? And let’s be honest, she’s way outta my league; it didn’t seem like we would ever actually fit together. It felt like I was being set up for failure.” He scratched at the back of his head. “I resented it, being forced into this relationship that I didn’t even want or think myself capable of growing. It wasn’t supposed to be like that, anyway. We were just starting out; it was supposed to be all parties and music and groupies.”

“Sex, drugs and rock-n-roll,” Miroku said in a wistful tone.

Inuyasha lifted his hand, gesturing at him over the table. “Exactly!”

“Don’t lump me in with you,” he grumbled. “You took that entire thing to an extreme.”

“Exactly!” Sango mocked with a similar wave of her hand.

Inuyasha scowled. “You don’t get it. These instincts are overwhelming. It felt like I wasn’t in control of myself.”

“And copious amounts of alcohol and amphetamines made that better?” Sango asked in a disbelieving tone.

“Not exactly,” he replied, rubbing at the back of his neck. “When I was around her, it made it damn near impossible to control my impulses, but away from her… I was able to forget about it, I didn’t feel this constant need gnawing at me.”

“Yeah, but that wasn’t just your instincts or fate,” she explained. “It was you being infatuated. The mating bond doesn’t force you to want someone, it reveals who you’re most likely to be compatible with.”

“I get that now,” Inuyasha replied, his mounting frustration clear in his tone. “But back then it was just easier to blame it all on my demon side and push it away.”

She clicked her tongue. “You almost died, Inu. Was it really worth it?”

“How many times you want me to admit that I’m a dumbass?”

His ears twitched as Sango cursed. “You’ve made such a mess of this.”

“I know.”

“No, you don’t,” she replied. “Humans feel it too, you know? That connection, those bonds of fate. We may not be able to name it and maybe we don’t feel it with the same intensity, but it’s there. Imagine the pain, the betrayal she felt.”

“Please … stop,” he whispered, hiding his face in his hands. “I just want to fix it.”

“Sango,” Miroku interjected again.

She sighed. “Inuyasha, I don’t know if you can fix this. You threw a gift back in fate’s face; you’ll need a miracle.”

He finally worked up the courage to meet her eyes. “Then help me… please ,” he begged through clenched teeth. “I can’t do this by myself.”

She pursed her lips. “Fine, I’ll go talk to her, but you have to promise me that if I get her to come back out here, you’ll be on your best behavior.”

He nodded.

“And you swear that you’re taking this seriously?” she asked. “No more waffling back and forth, no more jumping into bed with her only to push her away?”

“Fuck no!” he snapped before deflating. “Look, I know what life is like without her and I don’t want to do it anymore. If Kagome’s really done with me, then I’ll accept that,” he admitted, “but if there’s even the smallest chance that I can win her back… I gotta take it, Sango.”

She took a deep breath and exhaled, her face softening just a fraction. “Fine, I’ll go talk to her, but I don’t think she’s any happier with me than she is with you.”

Miroku chose this moment to pipe up, “I could go if—”

“No,” Inuyasha and Sango cut him off at the same time.

“The last thing we need is your brand of charm,” she added before walking away, following Kagome’s path to the restrooms.

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Kagome avoided the curious gaze of the woman standing at the mirror as she stormed into the bathroom, feeling the warm burn of tears in her eyes. She slammed open the door of the nearest cubicle and immediately rested her back against it, sucking in a shuddering breath. What the hell?

It was difficult to even parse out how she was feeling. All of her emotions clambered on top of each other, fighting for dominance: betrayal, rejection, grief, compassion, and even still longing.

This was supposed to be a no pressure reconnection with a good friend. She had been excited to see Sango again, to heal her relationship with a woman who was once her sister in many ways. She had been prepared for it to be a little awkward and uncomfortable, but this had felt like an attack.

She had tried not to resent Sango when her partnership with The Strays had fallen out and her friend had gone silent for almost a year. Inuyasha was Sango’s oldest and best friend, they were more like family. It made sense that she stayed to help him recover, to help him find his way back to reality. It still felt like she was choosing Inuyasha over her, though. While Kagome logically understood, it didn’t negate the disappointment at being so easily forgotten.

When Sango had finally reached out, she had started by apologizing over and over again. It had been difficult to deny her. They had stayed in touch during the next five years by text and the frequent phone call, but this was the first time since severing her ties with the band that she was supposed to see Sango face to face. Just a quick little stop over on her way home from vacation.

Kagome had been eager; it had been ages since she had seen Sango’s smile and laugh or felt the strong reassurance of her embrace. She had missed it and, on her way here, she had allowed herself to feel the deep loss, that hole in her life that the absence of her friend had left. And yet, she couldn’t help but feel grateful that Inuyasha had her support during such a difficult time, even if Kagome felt guilty that she couldn’t provide it. He looked… good, and, if not content, more himself.

Seeing him after all this time was such a shock. Inuyasha had filled out, his tanned skin was packed with more muscle than she had seen in a while, still tall and lean but healthy. He was magnetic; she hadn’t been prepared to steel herself against his appeal. He had the same irreverent, bad-boy look that had drawn her in the beginning, with the piercings, tattoos, and black jeans that barely clung to his slim hips, torn by his fidgeting claws rather than designer labels.  

It had been Inuyasha’s golden eyes that tugged at her heartstrings, though. They had been full of the same pain and remorse that was reflected at her each morning in the mirror, as if he had suffered every day of their separation with her. Those invisible ties that had grown slack between them had bound her once more and with it came that same fierce desire to hold him, soothe him, and to allow him to comfort her in turn, a yearning that she didn’t truly understand.

She heard the doorway to the bathroom swing open and closed. “Kagome?”   

Sango’s voice made her flinch, and she bit her lip as another frustrated tear fell down her cheek. 

“Kagome, I know you’re in here,” she said in a patient tone. 

She grit her teeth and flicked the lock, flinging the door wide open. “Of course, I’m in here,” she hissed. “I have nowhere else to escape. You made sure of that, didn’t you?”

Sango rolled her dark brown eyes. “That’s a little dramatic, isn’t it? You can leave at any time.”

“Not without making a scene,” Kagome grumbled as she stomped towards the sinks and grabbed a paper towel from the dispenser. “I’ve already made a hysterical fool of myself once today,” she said while leaning forward to dab at her smeared mascara. “Not exactly eager for a repeat.”

Sango sighed and took a step towards her. “Look, I know it was a shock to see Inuyasha—”

“Don’t.” Kagome whipped around to glare at her. “Don’t you dare come in here and argue on his behalf.”

“I’m not,” her friend replied in a shaky voice. “I’m arguing on mine.”

Kagome swallowed hard as Sango took another step closer.

“I know that I’ve said this before,” she began while staring at her hands. “But I’m sorry, that I abandoned you.”

“Sango, we’ve talked about this,” she said in a dismissive tone. “What you should be apologizing for is bringing him here with no warning.”

“I know but this is the first time I’ve seen you in person since Inuyasha…” She hesitated. “overdosed.”

Kagome pursed her lips as another tear fell from her eye.

“I didn’t want to choose sides,” Sango continued. “But then you left, and I-I couldn’t leave.”

“And I couldn’t stay,” she whispered around the lump caught in her throat. “You weren’t there. You didn’t see him or have to use your hands to keep his heart pumping. For a moment, the whole world became gray and dull, like life itself wasn’t even worth living. I never want to feel like that again, especially for someone who doesn’t love me.”

Sango stepped forward and wrapped her arms around Kagome’s trembling shoulders. “I don’t blame you for leaving.”

“I don’t blame you for staying,” she replied through sniffles. “I’m glad Inuyasha had you around.” 

“He’s doing a lot better, if you’re wondering.”

Kagome pulled back with a watery chuckle. “I thought you weren’t here to argue for him.”

“I’m not,” Sango replied with a shrug. “It’s just that, even though I’ve watched his health improve, he’s become quieter, more withdrawn than I’ve ever seen him. I just thought this would give him something to live for again. And I know if anyone can make it happen, you can.”

“I don’t know, Sango.”

“Just give him a shot,” she replied. “You don’t need to commit to anything now.”

“So what?” Kagome said with a sly grin. “Just take the music and run?”

“Why not? We already had plans today, didn’t we?”

“You don’t think that’s a little rude?”

“Serves him right for how he treated you.” Sango ducked around her and took a quick glance in the mirror, dabbing at the skin under her eyes.

Kagome did the same before she felt a nudge against her shoulder.  She met Sango’s reflected gaze.

“Remember that time in New York when we stole Inuyasha’s wallet and went to have brunch at the Ritz?”

She giggled. “How could I forget? Inuyasha was so mad, he made us pay for his meals for the rest of the trip.”

Sango rolled her eyes. “Sometimes, I wonder if he isn’t half-cat instead of dog. That asshole can sure hold onto a grudge.”

“Don’t ever let him hear you say that,” Kagome replied. 

They shared a dubious look and melted into a fit of giggles until Sango’s gaze grew tender. She swiped a few strands of hair behind Kagome’s ear.

“See? There were some good times, too.”

“I know. I’d be lying if I said I didn’t miss it.”

Sango smiled and pulled her into another hug. “I’m really glad you came.

“Me too, the ambush notwithstanding.” Kagome paused and pulled back, loosely gripping her friends’ elbows. “Why didn’t you tell me he was coming?”

“I wanted to see you and I didn’t want you to cancel just because of him.”

She shook her head. “I wouldn’t have canceled. To be honest, I’ve been wanting to see all of you. I just didn’t expect him to be so—”

“Dickish?”

Kagome laughed. “No, it’s just… the way he was looking at me.”

“Like he’s head over heels?”

“Don’t say that,” she scoffed. “It’s not true.”

Sango’s gaze grew serious. “You have to know that he cares about you.”

“Not really, he never made a point of showing it,” she replied.

Her friend grabbed her by the shoulders. “I know he’s screwed up in the past, but Inuyasha’s changed, Kagome. More like the guy you fell in love with and less like the playboy rockstar.”

She looked down to study her nails and remained quiet.

“You do still love him, don’t you?” Sango asked.

Kagome hesitated to answer. She should hate him, everything she knew about being a strong independent woman told her so. Inuyasha had toyed with her affections, pulling her close only to push her away. He had used her, satisfied his lust within her body only to treat her with disdain. It was hurtful, but Sango wasn’t wrong. There were good times.

The moments when they were intimate seemed to exist in a universe of their own, outside of the way he treated her in the real world. Lost in each other, Inuyasha showed a new side of himself. He was attentive, generous, and focused solely on her pleasure before his. In those sweet hours, she had felt like all that mattered. It was only afterwards that he made her feel like a mistake and that contradiction had slowly chipped away at her self-esteem.

Things were different now, though. She wasn’t the same immature girl anymore. She owned her own business, managing several different well-known clients. She owned her own home, and had just paid off her modest sedan. She had even adopted a cat. By most people’s standards she was successful, but the wounds that she had incurred back then had left lasting scars. 

Kagome didn’t open herself up to people anymore. She was friendly and polite, with many close acquaintances, but none that she considered actual friends other than Rin. She wasn’t sure she could count that one since technically she was family. Her love life was non-existent; she’d practically become a nun. No one had touched her intimately since… him .

Not that she hadn’t tried, but being in romantic situations with other men made her stomach turn. No one had touched her, held her, set her blood on fire the way that he did. It had been years since the first time they had connected in such a way, but she could still remember every detail. It was a well-trodden and comforting memory. From the first moment she was hooked; he became her drug, one that she had been in withdrawal from for the last six years.

[jcbbby]

prompt: 🪦 like the brightest falling star burning across the sky

🎉 JCBBBY’S 500 FOLLOWER PARTY! 🎉

thank you for not one, but TWO prompts for this prompt party! <3 I'm so glad to have you here!! - "Like the brightest falling star burning across the sky." warnings: not really any? just more Kit being dramatic and emo genre: angst note: I'm so sorry this is very short! :/ -

"Kit!" You banged on the door of his home. "Kit, open this door!"

You had awoken that morning to the delivery of a letter, from Kit. Expecting a beautifully written poem of sorts, given your smitten exchanges over the last several months. However, upon unfolding the paper, your smile fell. It was a letter detailing how he believed you two should break things off, and that he was sorry for leading you on. Your heart sunk as he signed off his letter asking you to just forget him, as if it were so simple.

You continued banging on the wooden door, feeling your fists grow red with each furious rap on it. Suddenly, the door opened, your hand stopped short of landing another blow. There he stood in front of you, stoic but guarded. He leaned against the door frame.

"What on earth is this?!" You spat, waving the letter in front of his face. "Have you so little feeling for me? Was this all just a bit of fun for you?"

"Darling...please. Just go." He sighed, going to close the door.

You shoved your way through the threshold, defiant on getting to the bottom of this. "No. I deserve an answer, Kit. It was just two days ago we were dancing around giggling like children, and now you ask me to forget you? Have I done something to you?"

Kit walked toward his sitting room as you followed, letting the door shut behind you. He didn't answer as he made his way over to his desk, sitting in his writing chair. You stood a few paces from him, trying your best to maintain composure.

"Answer me!" You demanded.

He shook his head, not meeting your eyeline. "No, you've done nothing. You've been wonderful. The problem lies with me...you are not deserving of me."

You cocked your head back, letting out an exasperated huff. "I beg your pardon? Kit, you are a shining star, my love. Can you not see how passionate you make me?"

"Yes... a shining star. Like the brightest falling star burning across the sky... only to then fizzle out, spent and gone." Kit hung his head, before quickly turning it toward the fire. "You ought to leave."

"No, no. Kit, please...just..." You approached him, kneeling down in front of him.

You looked up to him with large, doe eyes, tears stinging them. You took his hand in yours, kissing it lightly.

"Darling..." He began, taking his hand to your cheek. "I am a like a belladonna flower. Tis nice to look at, but the demise of any who dares let it in."

"I care not! All I do care about is you. Why not let me decide my fate for myself?" You placed your hand over his on your cheek.

"I have caused many a person enough pain and strife to last them into the afterlife..." He lightly pushed you out of his way as he stood up and began walking to the fireplace. "I refuse to let another soul succumb to my impulsive temper, or my suggestive activities. You should leave now while you still have your wits about you."

"What are you even on about? Kit, you sound like one of your plays." You crossed your arms over your chest. "Do you hear yourself?"

He spun around, a scowl across his expression. "I am one of my plays, haven't you caught on? Tragedy, despair, pain. Where do you think I find inspiration?"

You were silent, unsure of how to reply. You shuffled on your feet, both holding each other's stare for a moment. "I...I just want to help you." Your demeanor softened.

"I did not ask thee for help..." He spat. "You would help me by leaving. Forgetting me. Moving on."

You felt your body tense, overcome by frustration. It was clear there was no getting through to him. "Fine. As you wish." You spun on your heels to walk back to the front door. After one step, you spun back around. "You might let yourself indulge in a happily ever after sometimes. Perhaps you wouldn't become so fizzled out, spent and gone. Goodbye Kit."

With that, you walked out the door, slamming it behind you. Kit sighed to himself, walking back to his desk. He sunk down into his chair and quietly picked up his quill. As he wrote, a tear fell from his cheek, darkening a spot on the paper.

[heldcosmos]

heavily canon divergent 𝐂𝐇𝐀𝐈𝐑𝐌𝐀𝐍 𝐑𝐎𝐒𝐄 from 𝐏𝐎𝐊𝐄'𝐌𝐎𝐍 𝐒𝐖𝐎𝐑𝐃&𝐒𝐇𝐈𝐄𝐋𝐃. 18+ | selective | 𝐀𝐒 𝐓𝐎𝐋𝐃 𝐁𝐘 𝐆𝐇𝐎𝐒𝐓, 27 y/o, italian, any pronouns. sideblog of soultoken // permanent mid to low activity

this blog will contain triggering content, such as manipulation, panic attacks, cosmic horror, learned helplessness and occasional unreality and reality altering events. reader discretion is adviced.

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o1. » i'm permanent low activity, with occasional mid activity when i feel very inspired, due to personal comfort. consequently, threads might take a while and if you write me it might take me a bit of time before answering, but i always try to do that! you can remind me of your message or a thread of ours without problems, i tend to lose track of them from time to time. all the prompts i reblog never expire, so you can send one whenever you like.

o2. » i love all types of interactions and love improvising on prompts, so never fear to send me something, both from a list or completely original. i always love receiving them! if you are willing to, i'm always open for plotting, as certainly plotted threads keep my attention span longer. also, feel always free to drop threads with me if you have lost inspiration, i promise i won't get offended! we're here to write and have fun - if we're stuck, we can simply drop it and begin something else!

o3. » i'm open to roleplay romantic shipping with rose, though it will not be my primary interest here. any other relationship i am super interested in, also being plotted beforehand if you prefer! i am very uncomfortable with smut, so while i can write a bit of suggestive, i'd rather avoid the topic as much as possible.

o4. » rose will not do anything bad to your muse without plotting, but i beg you to not take him lightly in your threads, as actions will most definitely have consequences. while rose tends more towards the morally gray and cannot be considered a full villain, he is still a man with a purpose, the determination to follow it, and the means to take away any obstacles. basically, let's respect each other's muses' power levels!

o5. » i have absolutely no problem in rewriting parts or even entirely my turn! if you ever need it, don't worry about telling me! :) also, about that, english is my second language, so i absolutely might misunderstand things simply out of language barriers, and i am still relatively new to the pokémon franchise and do not know a lot of things. mistakes will happen!

[forswornn]

2023 Writing in Review & 2024 Goals

I wrote 175,000 words in 2023, actually only in the space of about three months, all for D&D: Honor Among Thieves. I posted just over 100,000 of those words, spread across 16 fics, of which the shortest was 402 words (yet in the air, Doric/Simon) and the longest was 52,000 (bitter is the remedy, Xenk/Edgin). 

Predictably, my most written ship was Xenk/Edgin with 10 fics, followed by Doric/Simon (2), Doric/Wood Elf Prisoner (2) and Xenk/a tentacle monster (1). Only one fic was gen, a Simon-centric party fic, but found family feels kept creeping into the shipfics too. 7 of these fics were Explicit (almost 50%!), the rest were rated G or T.

2024 Goals

There were lots of people who requested DND:HAT in exchanges that I wanted to treat but didn't manage to do so. Several of them I started fics for and wrote a few thousand words (in one case 8,000 words!) before getting stuck or running out of time. I'd love to finish all of those. Some people had more than one prompt that inspired me too, so I might end up writing multiple gifts for them.

I also really want to write and post more fics that aren't gifts for people. Gifting turned out to be addictive, but I also had a lot of my own ideas which I really loved, and I want to devote some time to those. I have so many half-written ideas that I'm still very interested in and I'd love to finish them off and share them. Writing for other people is great, and I've seen so many inspiring prompts, but there's a freedom to writing for myself that's exciting in a different way. And I can indulge a lot of my favourite tropes that don't fit people's requests.

More Xenk/Edgin, of course! That will definitely be my main focus, because I just love them so much, and there's so much I want to explore about their relationship and them as individuals. The number of ideas I have for them is frankly ridiculous and I had to make a spreadsheet just to keep track, and I still keep getting new ideas. I want to write so many fics for them! But also...

I really want to do more gen, friendship and found family stuff. I have so many feelings about all of the characters and their little group! In particular, I have several Edgin & Holga fics that are begging me to finish them, but they fell by the wayside as I got entirely sucked into writing gifts and most people were requesting Xenk/Edgin. But their friendship makes my heart sing.

More fic for smaller ships too. There are still hardly any fics for Doric/Simon and I really want to encourage that segment of the fandom. But I also want to sprinkle in some fics for tiny pairings like Edgin/Simon, Xenk/Simon, Forge/Edgin... and loads of others. Maybe I'm the only person interested in them, but those ideas are burning in my brain and I want to get them out there. Who knows, maybe an audience does exist.

For some reason, I find Edgin/Zia and Holga/Marlamin both really hard to write, or even to imagine. They're canon! I really ship them! And yet... I think the fact that they're set in the past, and require you to unpick Edgin and Holga's personalities to find who they were before the character-defining events shaped them, makes it difficult for me. They have to be different, yet recognisably the same. I'd love to write something for each of them, but honestly if I even manage to develop some real headcanons for either ship this year I'll consider that a victory.

I also want to post more longfics. I managed one in 2023, but I have several ideas on my spreadsheet that I know are going to take 25,000+ words to fully explore. Yes, I could more efficiently tick things off my spreadsheet by writing only the shortest ideas, but these longfics are among the ideas I'm most excited about. I'd love to be able to invest the time to realise them, and really get to delve deep and let an idea breathe. The continuing response to the one longfic I did post delights and surprises me, considering the heavy subject matter. I'd love to be able to take people on another, happier journey.

Specifically, I'd love to start on the epically long slowburn Xenk/Edgin that's bubbling away in my brain, which picks up just after the movie and follows them through every stage of their relationship. It started out as a manifesto for "all my angsty headcanons about why Xenk is a virgin" but the more I plotted it out the more it made sense to incorporate all of my headcanons about every topic. If I'm going to write my definitive Xenk/Edgin fic, it ought to be actually definitive, right? But when I say it's epically long, I mean it's going to be hundreds of thousands of words, and there's a lot of planning that needs to go into that. Even if I start posting it this year, I'm not expecting to finish it for a long time.

Ultimate ambitious goal: write 500,000 words in 2024. Even saying that sounds insane, but based on my average wordcount for 2023 it would actually be doable, which is insane in a different way. I definitely slowed down towards the end of the year, when I probably burned out a bit, but I'm still so passionate about this film in a way I have never been about anything else, ever. Spending all of my free time writing about these blorbos every day still sounds like absolute heaven, and if I do that then 500,000 words is very achievable.

Slightly less ambitious goal: post 50 fics in 2024. Again, doable. An average of one a week isn't so bad. But it probably depends on how many of those longfics I commit to vs shorter fics that I can finish in a day or two. Let's see how it goes.

In conclusion: More Xenk/Edgin, more everything. Write half a million words. Post lots. Try not to burn out or lose my mind. We'll see how I do.

[running-with-kn1ves]

Walla....kn1ves....genius big brain yandere writer....i just (re)found your Yves work (im sure you saw me freak out in the tags lmao) if you have the time/energy/inspo pls i beg you for a speck, a crumb, a droplette, ANYTHING of my baby Yves x fem!reader. I'm not sure how specific is too specific but I have a truckload of daydreams and prompts for this man dc im down BAD BAD for the way you write him. I'm not sure if this is too specific of a request but can it be yves holding himself back constantly because he wants to *romance* the reader but its so obvious he's itching for more until one day he finally snaps and takes her (specifically him giving her his virginity and whoops maybe going crazy when he finds out she isnt one)? I'm just obsessed with his characterization and want to see him in a ton of situations and feeling/reacting to different things. The stern dom undertones his whole vibe has disguised by a friendly foreign guide 🥵 The drabble of him was sooooo good and such a tease of his personality, it's so enticing hahaha. If that prompt is no good or doesn't inspire you then anything else is fine and ofc if you have no inspiration for Yves at all then that's a-okay too!!! Thank you sooooo much for thinking up that beautiful man and sharing him with us!!! Hope you enjoy your holidays💞💞💞

A/N: Ugh I'm so sorry I took so long in answering 😭😭 I was gonna write like a whole piece but my time has been cut dramatically, so please accept this poor little piece!! I was honestly so overjoyed at seeing your tags, it makes me so happy to see people's reactions to my stuff ┗( T﹏T )┛I wish I could have more time to write for this because I love the concept, I'm a huge fan of the "mysterious foreign guide who's just a little too friendly" kind of trope. Thank you so much for your support anon and I hope you enjoy this!! OG piece here for any of you nerds!

TW: Kidnapping, implied dubcon/noncon, manipulation

It wasn’t hard to notice Yve’s shift in behavior. Well, this shift out of many. When you first met him, he gave off a kind, well-meaning but nervous vibe. He did his best to show you around, to make you comfortable and converse with you in english to the best of his knowledge. That kind persona shifted into something more… desperate; obsessive, once he brought you back to his apartment. He was still kind, still well-meaning and observant to your needs. He apologized profusely when you got upset from how he kept you from leaving, promising that you weren’t missing anything important in class and that he could show you real culture instead! What could you learn from a textbook that would be better than seeing the country itself?

But time and time again, Yves made excuses to keep you inside, to make you stay by his side whether through photoshoots or studying, with him as your “teacher”. You had to learn the basics before taking such a “big” step out into his country, right? Unfortunately for you, Yve’s only taught information on the most trivial subjects. From words like “textbook” to “glass”, you were able to make meaningless sentences that wouldn’t serve you well in conversing with native speakers outside of Yve’s little apartment. Sure, it might help you occasionally, but it got you no where closer to understanding Yve’s rushed mumbling and incoherent rambling. 

With your sudden move to his apartment and his new change in conduct, Yves had slowly become less generous. He didn’t make as much of an effort to talk in english anymore, and made far less points to explain himself. You couldn’t tell what caused this new change-- a change that you were soon starting to accept as Yves showing his true colors. The man was still attentive to your needs, still caring and kind-- but the posessiveness that had slipped out almost entirely seemed to be taking hold. And while you’d think that a growing obsession would make it more beneficial to you-- it in fact, made your difficulty increase tenfold. Yves began to direct you on what you should wear, when you should eat, what you should do for the day.

 Not only that, but his attentiveness to…more intimate needs were far more prevalent as well. Whether it was bathing, or the need that pulsed between your legs, Yve’s was there to try and take care of it. You pushed him away multiple times, awkwardly trying to tell him that you were fine-- but it never seemed to stick. He always just looked at you with a tilted, confused expression, muttering in his native tongue as if he didn’t understand. So when the foreign guide began to sleep next to you instead of the cot on the floor, and began to press his morning erection agaist your backside sleepily, you knew your protests weren’t having any effect.

You would have walked right out of that teensy apartment the moment you felt he didn’t listen-- if you weren’t so afraid. If you weren’t afraid of the loaded handgun in his locked nightstand drawer, or how easily he could destroy your life at your new university-- which he mentioned offhand multiple times in a casual manner-- you would have walked out. The power he held against you, a foreign student with failing grades and no money, was too much for you to ignore. So, you decided to bide you time. It was only a matter of weeks until he got bored with you, you decided. But his new actions didn’t seem to prove that. 

In fact, the lustful, mischievous look he gave you that evening was the complete opposite. His scrawny frame jumped atop yours, hooking his hands behind your neck and leaning in to try and kiss you. He had planned an unusually fancy dinner, lighting candles you had never seen in his apartment before and bringing a bottle of wine with some italian takeout. You tried to question him about the mound of pillows and blankets on his balcony, the sudden romantic lighting, but the male only gave you a broad statement on how it was a “celebration” of sorts.

Yves’ sudden prowling mood after dinner wasn’t a complete shock-- considering you felt his eyes on you the entire evening-- but it still caught you a tad off guard. You tried to reject him, to push him away after each kiss, but it was done with such little effort and such great fear that you stayed silent once he muttered in an annoyed tone in his own language. Yves took your silence as a surrender, friskily lowering his hand under your shirt to caress your abdomen. He rambled against your flesh in half-english as he kissed you up and down, not afraid to let out vocal little noises of pleasure, or grunts of satisfaction ones he heard your breath hitch or a hum of desire come from your lips. 

But it wasn’t until he uttered a sentence with a familiar word, did you actually reply to him. You recognized the term from messing around with your friends, when you jokingly learned dirty words from your textbooks and the internet to use when you finally entered the country. You never expected to actually utilize them unless you went to a club or bar and happened to meet someone. One of those words, was ‘virgin.’ A more tame term compared to the bunch you had memorized, but one that you and your friends had idiotically decided to research. Though, it seemed your stupid endeavors had paid off. 

As Yves repeated himself, you began to understand the sentence a bit more. The man was seeming to imply… you were a virgin? Something about you both no longer virgin-ing? Maybe he was saying that he was going to ‘virgin’ you? You couldn’t figure out what he was trying to say, only mustering up the courage to poorly explain your sexual status to him, first in english and then in a broken version of his language. You tried to repeat yourself, thinking you might have said your statement wrong-- but Yve’s shocked expression and sudden lack of kisses seemed to prove you wrong. 

“You have…. Sex?” Yve put a hand to his mouth, eyes begging you to respond.

“Uh….yes?” You said with an awkward expression; you hoped he was asking what you thought.

Yve’s let out a choked gasp, looking as if you had crushed his heart in your palm. 

He looked down, voice cracking as he mumbled something incoherent, and likely not understandable to you in the first place. 

“I….I i’m sorry?” You tried to apologize, seeing how shaken Yves had become at finding out you weren’t as inexperienced as he. Despite his eagerness, you could tell he was new to trying to initiate something you had already grown long accustomed to, new to being so intimate. It was actually in part of his eagerness that you realized he wasn’t of the same sexual history. He was full of anticipation and desire, throwing caution and logic to the wind to fulfill what he had read in books and seen in films.

 Yves seemed to treasure the act of losing ones virginity far more than you had-- but you had only noticed it now. The candlelit dinner, the mood-fitting music-- your first experience was nowhere near as romantic. 

Yves seemed shaken, his low, almost sob-filled words growing heavier. He grew more aggressive, seeming to realize something now that he had processed this unexpected news. He had assumed you were just as much of an amateur as him-- that he’d be the one to “deflower” you in an act of passionate romance-- a bubble fantasy that had just been popped. But the male realized-- if he couldn’t have his desired outcome, he’d have to make due with what he had. Which was to make sure you’d fall to your knees, experiencing the best night of ‘passion’ that would make you never want to crawl to another man again. 

He was going to claim you-- to make it so those nights you spent with others never counted. 

You could only understand a fifth of what Yves breathily moaned into your mouth, once again jumping your bones though this time much more roughly. Before you could say anything further you had felt his quick hands unbutton your pants, his own thrown to the floor. He didn’t listen as you begged him to atleast let you move to the bed, where you would no longer be visible to prying eyes on the balcony. But he didn’t care-- Yves had already taken off his shirt, intent on ripping yours away too. He didn’t care anymore if this wasn’t going to be special for the reason he expected-- he was going to make sure you would be left with a night you wouldn’t forget.

[drabbles-mc]

Bad Influences

Johnny Coco Cruz & F!Reader

Inspired by Day 29 of the August Prompts: childhood friends

Warnings: language, smoking, alcohol

Word Count: 1.6k

A/N: I fought every urge in my tiny little brain to go with my knee-jerk reaction for this prompt and I’m really glad I did. I don’t write for Coco all that often but I really like this lil dynamic here. Hope you enjoy!

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Coco’s boots had barely hit the ground from dismounting his bike when Chucky materialized in front of him. Coco let out a surprised laugh as he tossed his helmet onto the seat of his bike, taking in the expectant look on Chucky’s face.

“Johnny Coco Cruz,” he was practically bouncing on the balls of his feet.

“What’s up, Chucky?” he pushed his hair back out of his face.

“There’s a young woman here for you,” he patted his hands against the fronts of his legs, “Very pretty. Very nice.”

“She give you a name?” Coco asked as the two of them made their way towards the clubhouse.

“Yea,” Chucky nodded, “She said her name is—”

“Coco?” you inadvertently cut him off when you saw the two of them coming up the steps towards the clubhouse.

Coco stopped in his tracks, eyes widening at the sight of you and the sound of your voice. It’d been a long time, and while he might not have EZ’s memory, there were just some things that a person doesn’t forget. One of those things is the voice of their best friend, no matter how many years you’ve been separated.

“Fuck,” his shock turned into a smile and a laugh as he easily scaled the rest of the steps in what seemed to be one long stride, stepping to wrap you in a tight hug, “Holy shit.”

You laughed as you leaned into the hug, closing your eyes for a second as you let your mind wrap around the fact that you were really back home, really seeing him and hugging him. It had been a long time since you last saw him. If your memory served you right, the last time the two of you were face-to-face was before he went off to basic training. By the time he came back from his first tour, you were long gone, chasing a job opportunity that was too good to pass up. He never blamed you for leaving, but he couldn’t lie and say that he didn’t miss you, didn’t think about you from time to time.

That being the case, it begged the question of what exactly you were doing back in town.

Pulling away, Coco looked you up and down, trying to get his mind right that the woman in front of him was the same girl that he used to run around causing trouble with so many years ago, “You back? I thought SanPa lost you for good,” his mouth twisted into a smirk.

You chuckled, shaking your head, “I’m back at least for now.”

His brows knit for a brief moment as he tried to get a good read on your facial expression, the look in your eyes, “All good?”

You nodded without hesitation, “Yea, yea. All good, promise,” you shrugged, “Layoffs come for everybody eventually. So I’m back home until I figure out what I’m getting into next.”

“Gettin’ into?” he chuckled as he motioned for you to follow him into the clubhouse, “You out there causing trouble without me?”

You laughed as you trailed behind him, following his lead when he sat down at the bar, “It’s not nearly as fun by myself,” your eyes traveled down to the leather he was now sporting, a different kind of uniform than the one you’d pictured him in when you left, “Looks like you found some new friends to get into trouble with, anyhow.”

Something reminiscent of a laugh came out of him as he motioned to the man behind the bar to get beers for each of you, “Somethin’ like that, yea,” he paused for a moment as the bottles got set down in front of you, “How’d you end up finding me here, anyway?”

“Ah,” you laughed as you picked the bottle up, toying with it in your hands for a moment, “about that.”

He could tell by your tone and the look on your face exactly what happened, “You talked to Celia, didn’t you?”

“I didn’t have much of a choice,” you rolled your eyes, “Would’ve been easier to track you down if you caved and got a fuckin’ Instagram or something.”

He laughed, “Fuck that,” he paused for a beat, “Celia excited to see you?” he only kept a straight face for a moment before breaking down into more laughter.

You couldn’t help but to laugh just as hard as he was as you shook your head, “Oh, yea. She gave me a fuckin’ hug and everything. Went on for about twenty minutes about how much she missed me.”

When he got his laughter under control, he managed a slightly more serious expression, “Nah, for real though, she give you a tough time?”

You shrugged, sipping on your beer, “’Bout as tough as the times she used to give me. Nothing I can’t handle.”

There was a trace of pride in his smile as he looked at you, “You were one of my only friends who could fuckin’ hang.”

“Still am, probably,” you gestured around the clubhouse, “Doubt these guys could handle Celia at a hundred percent.”

He snorted out a laugh, “No fuckin’ way.”

You had been worried when you rolled onto the lot. Looking back, you should’ve known better. But you were worried it was going to be awkward between the two of you, the conversation stilted and forced. But it wasn’t. The two of you dove right back into it as though you’d only spent weeks apart, not years. The two of you caught up on things in broad strokes—there would be time to get into the finer details of it all later. For now, though, you were just enjoying the fact that he was still here, still in one piece, and still every bit the guy you remembered even if he had more tattoos and more scars now than he did back then.

You noticed when other men in the same vests made their way into the clubhouse. Each time you would look at Coco, almost as if to ask if you should be introducing yourself to any of them, or if he had other things that he should be doing besides burning through beer bottles with you. He didn’t move—he seemed perfectly content to sit at the bar and talk with you for as long as you were willing and able to. You noticed the looks that a few of the men sent your way, and you knew Coco was perceptive enough to see them too, but he didn’t say anything to them so you assumed that the conversation about who you were would happen when you left.

Reaching into his kutte, he pulled out a pack of cigarettes. He pulled one out for himself, placing it between his lips before tilting the pack towards you. You hesitated for a moment before a smile slowly started to curl the ends of your lips and you took one from him.

“Still a horrible influence,” you joked as you let him light it for you.

He sucked his teeth, his signature smirk lifting the end of his mouth as he exhaled smoke through his nose, “This ain’t the worst shit I ever got you into.”

You laughed, nodding before taking a drag, “That’s true.”

There were a few beats of silence as he tried to figure out whether or not he wanted to ask the question that was on the tip of his tongue. The two of you never had any secrets, no real boundaries about much of anything. You both had always had thick skin—didn’t have another choice if you wanted to survive. He knew that nothing he could say or ask would really hurt you or set you off, but his hesitation was more about protecting himself. He was sick of letting himself get his hopes up for things that didn’t pan out.

“You think you’re gonna stick around this time?” he finally asked.

You smiled, shrugging, “If the price is right, maybe, yea. Why?” you reached over and gave him a playful nudge, “You miss me?”

“Fuck yea I did,” his response was so immediate, so natural.

You hummed in approval, “I missed you too,” you paused, tapping the ash off the end of your cigarette, “Even if it’s not for good, Coco, I’ll be around for a while at least.”

“Good,” he took a final drag off his cigarette before snubbing it out completely.

“Oh, I meant to ask,” you chuckled, “Who, uh, who’s the guy with the hands?” you nodded towards the clubhouse door.

Coco laughed, “That’s Chucky. He’s the man.”

“You two besties or somethin’?” you joked.

He shook his head, still smiling, “Somethin’ like that, yea,” he paused, finishing off the last of his beer, “Why, you jealous?”

You rolled your eyes, “I’m just glad you’ve still got someone trying to keep you out of trouble, that’s all.”

“Don’t say that like you ever tried to keep me outta trouble,” he picked at the label on the bottle in his hands.

You chuckled, “Yea, I guess that’s true.”

“Where you staying now, anyway?”

You sighed, “Got a cheap apartment off the main drag. Month-to-month type of place while I figure out something more permanent. Why, you looking for a roommate?”

“Nah, not really, but if you needed a place to crash I was gonna offer.”

“How sweet,” you smiled, shaking your head, “I should be alright. If something goes wrong or catches fire, though, then I’ll officially be your problem.”

He smiled, “I’ll make sure you don’t get your hands on any matches, then.”

“Should probably stop giving me cigs, too,” you joked as you finally snubbed yours out.

He chuckled, “That one was just a welcome home present.”

You laughed, “A man after my own heart, Johnny.”

He was still smiling as he shook his head at you, “I still got you.”

[preciouslandmermaid]

KINKTOBER 2022.

Going to attempt to DO Kinktober. I haven’t done this since my days on Live Journal! Under the cut, you’ll find multiple options per day. The list was inspired by this one (found here) with some adjustments to match my own comfort and limits.  How it works: 

You MUST be 18+ to participate. If you are sending me a request, then you are agreeing to see mature/explicit content. Your online experience is your own to cultivate and I’m not out here checking I.D.’s. Minors do not interact! 

Pick a prompt from the list & include a character(s)* (see list below)

When you send your request, please include details such as gender (ex: f!reader) and anything else (ex: tattooed reader, long hair, etc).

Send it via my askbox or submission box. 

My limits: I will not, under any circumstance, write non-con or dub con, daddy kinks, A/B/O, and no age play/age gaps, or watersports. 

** Feel free to ask for a character that isn’t from the list, but keep in mind that I might turn it down because I don’t know them/their media and don’t feel like I can do them justice. 

All filled prompts will be filed under #kinktober2022 - I will eventually add this tag to my masterlist once I’m writing stuff. All fics will be Character x Reader, though I won’t use Y/N, because personal preference lol. The character list is organized between familiar/non-familiar. Non-familiar just means I haven’t written for them but I want to.

Requests will be OPEN for the rest of September and likely into October (probably?) I guess I’ll make a separate post for the filled prompts lol 

Character list (familiar): Carmy Berzatto (The Bear), Eleventh Doctor (Doctor Who), Kylo Ren/Ben Solo (Star Wars), Dream/Morpheus (The Sandman), Eddie Munson (Stranger Things) (I feel like I have others so...I’ll add them if I remember). 

Character list (unfamiliar): Matt Murdock (Daredevil), Mikey Berzatto (The Bear), Richie Jermovich (The Bear), Battison (Batman/Robert Pattison), Sheriff Hassan (Midnight Mass), Steve Harrington (Stranger Things). 

PROMPT LIST:  [ There are multiple prompts per day, but you can pick & choose. You don’t have to include all 3. ] 

Face-sitting || Cream-pie || Biting/Hickey

Against a wall || Touched Starved || Sex Pollen/Aphrodisiac

Exhibitionism || Hair-pulling || Licking  

Spanking || Reverse Cowgirl || Knife play

Mutual Masturbation || Lap dances || Quiet Sex

Food play || Overstimulation || Deep throating

Roleplay || Sex Toys || Stripping/Strip tease

Slow/Sensual/Soft || Size difference || Cunnilingus

Angry Sex (consensual) || Lingerie || Edging

Praise kink || Gagging || Car Sex

Being recorded || Sleepy sex || Mirror sex

Begging || Dry Humping || Formal Wear

Edging/Orgasm Denial || Blindfolds || Threesome

Temperature Play || Bath/Shower || Swallowing

Somnophilia (consensual)  || Riding || Masturbation

Dirty Talk || Accidental Stimulation || Massaging

Breast worship || Deep Throating || Choking

Mind-control || Hand jobs || Anywhere BUT the bed

Breeding || Overstimulation || Bondage/Tying up  

Vampire/or any Monster AU || Spanking || Phone sex

Candle/Wax Play || Dirty Talk || Fingering

Thigh riding || Praise kink || Nylons/Tights

Window/Balcony Sex || Clothes ripping/partial clothing || Cock warming

Teasing || Doggy Style || Slow/Soft/Sensual

Masks/Anonymous Sex || Blood Kink || Masochism  

Manhandling/Rough || Pregnancy || Ropes

Swallowing || Aftercare || Loss of Virginity

Teasing || Almost getting caught || Facial

Size Kink || Dirty Talk || Drunken/or/Stoned Sex

Praise kink || Against a wall || Blowjob

Wild card/random/writer's choice lol

[amzngdevil]

The kindest thing

Based on this prompt from @creativepromptsforwriting.

Pairing: Geraskier (Geralt x Jaskier)

Warnings: just a little angst

Jaskier didn't know how long he'd been sitting there. He didn't care. He had found that field after a long walk, and he felt that he should stay there. The day had dawned hours ago and along with the sun had come the sudden urge to compose. He hadn't composed anything for years, he just repeated worn-out melodies.

Where was his inspiration? Deep in his heart, he knew. The witcher was gone, taking with him the art that inhabited the bard's soul.

Jaskier had decided to walk in search of anything that might generate a verse or two. Not even the hours in that flowery field had any effect. Closing his eyes, he mentally begged for the help of some angel who happened to be fond of human music, asked that at least some unpublished harmonies would be played again on his lute.

And then he heard.

"You're not exactly the type of person I could see running across a field of flowers. It would more likely be a battle field."

Geralt didn't respond. Jaskier recognized him without even looking, but not because of the smell or the sound of his footsteps. The witcher's mere presence quickened his heart, made her skin crawl, and gave her a feeling akin to the joy of writing a ballad.

"I heard you were in town." Jaskier heard him sit beside him. "I've been looking for you all day."

"Why, Geralt?" the bard kept his eyes closed, fearing he would lose his mind as he stared at the witcher.

"Because I love you, Jask. I always have. And that's why I left."

The bard felt the calluses on the wizard's hand as it entwined with his. He felt the strands of white hair brush his face as he approached. He felt, as if in a dream, the soft touch of Geralt's lips against his as he spoke.

"I was wrong. I ran away from you hoping to run away from my own feelings, from everything I thought I never deserved. But in those years when I was distant, something happened."

"What?" Jaskier's voice was barely a shadow.

"Ciri. I found her. And I love her as if she were my own."

Jaskier finally opened his eyes, startled to realize that Geralt was crying.

"Having her with me made me realize what a silly thing I'd been doing. Yes, I wanted a family. I wanted a life surrounded by love. I always did."

The bard's tears mingled with the witcher's.

"I came to ask your forgiveness, Jaskier. And also to ask if you would like to meet Ciri."

The words came into his mind like magic. The magic of seeing the love of his life after long years without music.

And I know the kindest thing

I pray to God it's the kindest thing

I know the kindest thing

Is to never leave you alone

Their lips met for what seemed like the first time. The flowers covered them while the bodies sweated together and love confessios were whispered. The sun left and the moon replaced it, shinning in the sky up above while they calm their breaths.

After a moment of silence, Jaskier stood up. Geralt too. Their hands embraced each other. And the witcher heard the words he dreamed to hear since he left.

"I forgive you, but only if I can write a song for Princess Cirilla."

[blorbologist]

Beauyasha + gifts for the departed

38. Gifts for the departed.

There are plants alive today whose pollinators/primary seed dispersers have gone extinct. In some cases it was megafauna - giant ground sloths were big enough to swallow avocado seeds. In others, well… yeah, the anthropocene extinction is to blame. Thankfully the plants can survive with dispersal by rodents, water and human intervention, but it’s tragic they've lost the species they evolved alongside. The ones they made these fruits for.

They grow fruits in their garden. 

Mostly Yasha, because Beau’s thumb is only green when it’s bruised from punching someone wrong and that’s generally a bad sign. 

Not like she’ll kill plants or anything, or beg off the work, she just doesn’t get the plants. She can dig a hole, or tie them to a stick to straighten them, or water them a little too much, and that’s about it.

But Yasha’s absolutely fascinated by fruits, and it never fails to get Beau grinning.

“We never had any, in the moorland,” Yasha says, fingers tilting leaves like she might scratch Frumpkin’s chin. “Lots of, you know - grasses, shrubs. A few had flowers - pretty ones - but nothing after.” She furrows her brows. Amends: “Nothing you could eat.”

“Yasha,” Beau groans, “babe - please tell me you didn’t-”

“I have a strong constitution, okay? It - it maybe tasted bitter, and I had a bad time, but-” 

So - yeah. Of course they have the classic pretty flowers, and veg, and leafy greens Beau can’t help but make a face at still when they’re on her plate. But it’s the fruit-bearing residents of the garden Yasha favors. And they’re Beau’s favorites too for how they make her girlfriend smile.

There’s a pair of tame Xhorhassian berrybushes Essek pulled some strings to acquire, apparently wonderful in jam. Some Zemnian tomatoes Caleb recommended - following an argument about if they qualified as fruit, of course. And a trio of tiny fruit trees, grown from saplings with Caduceus’ help.

Yasha absolutely slaves over these plants. Sweats in the sun like she’s on a battlefield, rage-pulling weeds that dare impose themselves, fussing with stuff like soil acidity and nitrate content and so much math she sheepishly asks Beau for some help with. And more sweating: transplanting one of the trees when it’s getting too little shade, plucking bugs from the leaves. 

Tenderly holding the fruits, sometime, in awe that her work is not murder but making something nourishing. 

So when branches hang heavy with fruit of midnight purples and dawn’s pinks and blood’s red (how were they all ready at the same time? Bet the wizards had something to do with it, fucking dunamancy), Beau takes a day off work. Wakes up early and picks a sample from each, in a little wicker basket that’s so damn domestic she’d cringe if she wasn’t so pleased with herself.

Beau kisses Yasha awake. “Hm - huh - Beau?” Funny - in the blue sunrise afforded by their curtains, the berries almost match her eyes and her lips. 

“C’mon,” she says, tossing Yasha a warm shift - they’ll be in the wind. Throwing things makes the fear, that she’ll say something wrong, that she’ll overstep and fuck up, fly away with it. “Let’s go share these with Zuala - I’m sure she’d want to see what you’ve grown.”  

Yasha catches it and beams, cheeks peachy with a warm blush. 

“Oh - oh, I’d love that.”

(Send me a prompt and I’ll write a ficlet, a HC or an AU idea + share the science fact that inspired the prompt!)

[sillyrabbit81]

Hi dear

I'm a big fan of your writing, especially the way you write Sy. Love it. If you are still taking prompts, I have one.

How would Henry and his characters react to having an Erectile dysfunction?

I think that topic is not being discussed enough.

🖤🖤🖤

Thanks for the ask Anon. I was having trouble with this ask so I discussed it with @henryobsessed and we worked on it together. To be fair, she did most of it! If you haven’t read any of her work I suggest you visit her blog and take a look at her Masterlist . She is a great friend and has a wonderful perspective and a unique style. I love her!

@henryobsessed here I have to interject and have my say too, I loved this request, it was so much fun finding creative ways to discuss a delicate subject. And for the record I may have done more characters but @sillyrabbit81 wrote more words per character HAHAHA. You are a wonderful Friend and Cavill sister you inspire and push me to be myself and I cannot be more grateful. That being said have fun reading guys 😊

Summary: Situations in which Henry and his characters suffer erectile dysfunctions

Word Count: approx 3k

Warnings: smut, masturbation (m), oral sex (m and f receiving), anal play, p in v sex, bad medical advice, incorrect use of prescription medication, bodily fluids, period sex, drunk sex, Dom/sub relationship, descriptions of violence and death,

Masterlist

Erectile Dysfunction Headcanon

Henry Cavill

Henry had been filming for months and now he was headed home for a week’s break. You sat there waiting in the tinted people mover, as Henry was ushered to the car. Lights blinded you as the door opened, he climbed in, and smiling a weary grin, he pulled you into a big bear hug. He missed you so much.

That night, he fell into your arms in a passionate embrace. You had both craved each other, missing one another’s touch. As the night progressed, you noticed things were different. For the first forty minutes you were ecstatic, he had bought you to orgasm three times. Your body was super sensitive, but every time he seemed to be close himself, the phone would ring, indicating someone needed him. You had switched it off after an hour, having enough, and wanting his undivided attention.

Henry had managed to stay hard, but after an hour and a half, it was beginning to be painful for you, and he seemed no closer. Eventually, he flopped beside you, drained from the physical exertion.

“I don’t know what’s wrong. It’s like I’m right there, but I can’t let go.”

You brought him into your arms, and caressing his back said, “Don’t worry love. It will be ok. Just give yourself a day, and maybe we can shut your phone off. I think the stress it is causing you might be a big part of the problem.”

He huffed at the thought. “Maybe you’re right. Maybe.” He sighed and soon you heard soft snores spilling from his lips.

Walter Marshall

It had been a long day, scratch that a long month. Walter had been working day and night to catch a serial killer. That night as he came home, he couldn’t forget the latest victim. What they had found had turned his stomach. In all the years he had been on the force, nothing could have prepared him for what they found that night.

Arriving home he collapsed on the bed, he was so physically exhausted, and for once sleep immediately consumed him. He woke nearly twelve hours later to the smell of bacon, eggs, and coffee. He groaned; he had forgotten it was his two-year anniversary with you. Walking into the bathroom he washed his face, staring at the blood shot eyes reflected back at him.

“Come on man, get it together. You promised her,” Walter tried to fire himself up. It was no use, he was spent. Sighing, he walked into the kitchen wrapped his arms around you and breathed in the soft floral scent in your hair. For the first time in days, he felt a spark within himself, and although the horrific images still played on his mind, he felt a slight peace. He kissed your head, relieved, something could still reach him, something was still good. “Happy anniversary, love,” he growled.

After a wonderful breakfast, Walter sat on the couch with you and the two of you cuddled while watching a movie. His eyes kept sliding shut, his exhaustion made worse by his full belly. His fatigue became even more apparent when after reaching your hand beneath the blanket, you could not bring his flaccid muscle to attention.

Normally this situation would turn heated quickly, you had a way with your tongue that often had him begging for more. But Walter couldn’t get rid of the images in his mind, the battered and dismembered bodies, and the fact they were no closer to catching the killer weighed most heavily on his thoughts.

After half an hour of you trying to arouse him, Walter said in a resigned voice, “Sorry love, I don’t think I can.” With eyes that spoke of immense pain he looked at you and asked, “Could we please just cuddle? I think I need that more than anything right now.” In that moment he knew you were the one for him. He had expected huffing or crying because you thought you weren’t good enough or you asking him to please you. Instead, you had adjusted your position, so he was tucked into your body, holding him close while your hand stroked his curls.

A calm filled his soul as you whispered, “I am here for whatever you need my love. Rest now.”

Captain Syverson

You were just about to turn the light off and go to sleep when you heard the front door open with a crash and heard a rough curse. You grin, Sy was home and wasn’t sober. You knew what that meant, rough, wild, primal fucking. You quickly turn the light off and hide under the covers, well acquainted with the game, you knew how to play your part.

“Where are ya, woman?” Sy’s voice boomed at your bedroom door. “Don’t think you can hide from me. I’m hungry!”

You peek out from under the blanket, Sy had turned the light on again and was quickly undressing. You lick your lips, watching your big furry ox as he dropped his jeans, and his cock was revealed already on its way to being hard. Turning suddenly, he saw you, and you yelped covering your face again. “I see you woman, don’t play shy!” You giggle nervously, excited, your core already dampening with arousal.

Sy pulls the covers back and smirks as he sees you’re already naked waiting for him, “You’re a cheeky little thing ain’tcha?” You bite your lip, opening your legs slightly, inviting him in. Grabbing your ankles, he pulls you down the bed and gets on his knees. A low growl emanates from his throat before he dives between your legs feasting on you with an eagerness that brings you swiftly to your peak.

Licking at his lips and sucking on his glistening whiskers, he stands up pumping his cock getting it ready. Your brows pull together, puzzled, he’s always hard when he eats you out. You don’t have time to dwell on it because he’s soon ready. Sy flips you onto your knees before he enters and begins his assault on your core.

Something is wrong though, you can feel him falling out of you. Did he cum already? Sy mumbles curses, pulling out and you turn around and see him fisting himself again as he slips his fingers inside you. In a few moments he is hard again, removing his fingers and replacing it with his cock. You sigh, relieved, as he builds his rhythm, and you hear him start to groan. But soon, it happens again, and try as he might he just can’t stay hard.

“Fuck,” Sy growls. You turn around and see the look on his face, a mix of frustration and embarrassment that melts your heart. “I think I drank too much Sugar,” he says, running his hand over his short hair. “Fuck. This hasn’t happened… Fuck!”

“Hey!” you say sharply to get his attention.

“What?” Sy replies just as sharply, but he doesn’t look at you.

“It’s fine, Baby,” you assure him. You see him jut his jaw and you reach up and cup his cheeks, making him look at you. “It’s ok. You’re just a little too drunk,” you smile and give him a soft kiss. “It happens.”

“Not to me it don’t.”

“It’s not forever,” you say. “Come on, let’s go to sleep. I’m sure it’ll be back normal in the morning.” You kiss him again and pull his head down to whisper in his ear, “maybe you could wake me up like you did last week.” You pull back and smirk raising your eyebrows.

Sy grins, still a little sheepish, but there was a hint of mischief in his eyes again, “You’re a good thing, Sugar.” He kisses your forehead and says, “I love you.”

Geralt of Rivia

Geralt had never in his life had this happen before. The bar maid who had eagerly agreed to keep his bed warm on this cold winter’s night, gaped in confusion.

How could it be? She thought, All the myths about Witcher’s said they were virile and could last most of the night. She had been consumed with the thought ever since The White Wolf had arrived in the area and was quick to accept his offer to take her to his bed. She was bitterly disappointed and pouted at Geralt. Her sweet, plump lips alone should have been enough to make his cock stand, but tonight it lay unmoving, and useless.

That blasted sorcerer, it must have been him who had cast a curse on Geralt. It could be the only explanation for his inadequate showing. Looking at the poor wench beside him, Geralt pitied her. She had been most eager to satisfy his needs tonight, giving a valiant effort to arouse him. No matter, he had other ways to enjoy bringing her to the height of pleasure. Granted he didn’t normally concern himself with their needs as his own normally coincided with theirs. But tonight, his fingers, and tongue would be adequate until he broke the curse and returned to give her what she truly deserved.

Mike

The party had been epic, the drinks flowed, pot was smoked in abundance and Mike had managed to capture the attentions of a wonderful long legged blonde beauty. She helped him back to her apartment and his heart rate raised as she slowly stripped him, leaving him in all his naked glory. Laying on the bed he watched as she did a strip tease for him, her perky breasts bouncing as she jiggled her ample peach in his face.

But something was wrong, the situation was right, she was right but… he held his hand out to the two or was it three beauties before him. One took his hand as he guided her to sit in his lap. He caressed her as they kissed, his tongue violating her mouth with as much enthusiasm as his inebriated self could manage. Even with her grinding against him nothing happened.

“Shit” he swore.

The girl frowned and her lips seemed to move in twisted patterns which stilled again before she snickered. An evil cackle reverberated in her throat and her face twisted into that of a demented creature. “Can’t get it up, boy?” she taunted as she continued to laugh. She collected his clothes and managed to push him out of her bedroom and into the night. Standing in the cold with only his briefs covering his body, he stumbled as he began his walk of shame home.

August Walker

August Walker was hands down, far and away, the greatest lover you have ever had. He was the only man who had ever been able to keep up with you, your average session lasting for four hours. He was able to cum and get hard again faster than any guy you had ever been with too.

But being with August meant following The Rules. There were many Rules, rules which governed how you would dress when you saw him, how you were groomed, how you were to address him and when you could contact him. There were punishments too, but you had been a good girl, never broken any of his rules, so you never gave the punishments a thought.

One of the many Rules was absolutely no snooping. He said it was for your protection as much for his privacy. You didn’t know exactly how August made his money, but you assumed it had to be from some sort of illegal activity. So, you obeyed this rule as you did the others until one evening after a marathon session, you realised you got your period. You were shocked August hadn’t said anything, clearly he had continued to fuck you while you were bleeding. You started opening his bathroom cupboards searching for a tampon or pad or something, hoping you wouldn’t have to stuff your panties with toilet paper until you got home.

You opened the cupboard behind the mirror and were surprised to see a pill bottle with little blue tablets. You recognised them and after checking the label and confirming it you were speechless. August used Viagra? But, it didn’t seem possible that he would need it, his stamina was out of this world… unless…

“What do you think you are doing Petal?” August said from the doorway, a box of tampons and a towel was in his hands.

Quickly recovering your senses, you grabbed the box and towel out of his hands and kissed his cheek saying, “Looking for those. Thank you, August.”

Quicker than you thought possible you were bent over the counter, cheek pushed into the stone benchtop. “You found my pills,” August said coldly. Leaning his body over yours, his weight pushed down on you, holding you in place as he kicked your legs apart. You muffled a cry as you felt him hard again against your ass. “I don’t need them, for most women, Petal. But for particularly slutty, insatiable, cock hungry brats such as yourself, it’s a necessary assistance.”

“I didn’t mean to pry,” you murmured, hoping he would take pity on you. Tears welled in your eyes as his finger pressed against your ass, forcing your tight muscles apart and you cried as he entered you. “I’m sorry, August.”

“My dear sweet, Pet,” August grunted as he violated you with a second finger. “If you aren’t sorry now, you will be.”

Napoleon Solo

Napoleon had been watching the siren from a distance all night. Her lithe body commanded all around to her attention. After she finished singing her call to the night goddess, he made his move. Two drinks in hand he set his sights and went in for the kill.

The two danced, drank and now were in her apartment, laid out on her bed he was happily pleasing her, mouth buried between her delicious thighs. His tongue flicked expertly over her button bringing her to climax, exciting his body, he climbed forward and for the first time that night claimed her lips. They kissed passionately until something changed, his mind grew foggy, and his cock deflated.

“Aww, is the great Casanova having trouble?” she laughed her sweet siren song changing to a bitter retort. His confused eyes tried to fix on hers as she began to distort, her last words filling his gut with fear. “Don’t worry love. I’ll take good care of you Napoleon Solo.”

Clark Kent

Clark was in college and his new friend Tommy was egging him on to take Crystal out for a date. He couldn’t understand why the cheerleader wanted to take him out. He wasn’t anything special as far as she knew, but she had been flirting with him all week.

Dinner was nice and Clark was surprised when Crystal suggested they return to her share house for dessert. Nervous as he was around her, he was pleased when after ice cream he had allowed her to talk him into a make out session in her room. They had only been in the room a few moments when he had felt strange. They had been kissing, it was enjoyable, but his stomach had begun to feel off and he felt unusually tired and weak.

The more they kissed the more frustrated he was to realise he wasn’t getting a rise out of his little friend. He noticed a pendant hanging on the wall near her bed, the green stone glowed eerily at him giving him a bad vibe. After a few more moments he politely excused himself, saying he must have eaten something off. Clarke murmured apologies and gave promises that he would call her and he left. Strangely, by the time he left her house he felt better, as if he had never felt ill at all. He was only a little upset that he had ruined his chances with Crystal, something about that pendant made him hope he would never see it again.

Charles Brandon

Charles sat in the apothecary rooms, wondering what he had gotten himself in for. The King had recommended him when Charles confided in his friend of his problem.

“So young man, why are you here?” the old man asked, his face kind but stern.

“Well, I’ve been having trouble, when I pee it burns and well, I can get an erection, but it deflates quickly and sometimes I cannot get one at all. I’m also having abdominal pain.”

The old man chuckled. After examining the affected area, he turned to his wall of potions. Pulling together some salves, and powdered herbs he turned to address the Charles. “Here, rub this on the affected area twice a day, and drink this tea three times a day.” The apothecary paused and said with a grin, “And finally, give the ladies from court a rest for a bit, you will regain your vigour again.”

Shame and chagrin filled Charles as he pulled his coverings back over his privates. Taking the medicines, he snuck out of the room trusting that no one saw him, and hoping against all hope, that this would work.

Sherlock Holmes

Sherlock sits back in satisfaction, marvelling at his new invention. Based on some literature he read from the America’s he perfected the design and made it fit himself perfectly.

Having commissioned the glass tube and rubber attachments, the contraption worked by winding a small handle, creating the necessary suction to create a vacuum, pooling enough blood into his cock to make it erect. By placing a rubber ring at the base of his shaft, he found he was able to maintain an erection for approximately thirty minutes. He could even bring himself to orgasm by his own hand.

It really was a delightful invention. Now, he just had to find that little vixen of a maid and see if it worked with her too. Perhaps he should try and use her mouth first.

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