#if you have any tips on anything or noticed anything i did wrong in anatomy let me know!!

[spinosaurus-sometimes]

Dry-erase board spinosaurus i doodled today :33

[ghostybaby000]

After Hours | Part 3

part 1 part 4

Pairing: Simon Ghost Riley x reader

Summary: I recommend going to part one (above) to truly get a feel for this juicy read!

Word count: 1.3k

Warnings: 18+, guns, yelling, light flirting, future smut

(Not fully edited, apologies for any inconsistencies!)

Cautiously you take the pistol from his large gloved hands and hold it out in your palm. You walked over to the station he had been occupying and set it down, as if it would explode had you not been so gentle. He let out a small chuckle as he placed a box of ammunition to the side and took the gun in his own hands. 

He showed you how the safety on the gun worked as well as the magazine release, and how to take it apart to reload it or clean it. He took his time while explaining, being sure to stop and do something over if you looked confused or didn’t catch what he did. He also went over all of the basics when it came to handling a gun safely and why it’s important to use certain features and how to hold it when you aren’t shooting. 

‘Now, you do it.’ He had set the reassembled gun back on the table and stepped back to watch you. You had tried to notice every detail of what he had done, and slowly picked up the gun. You took your time to palm over the metal, looking at all of the small pieces and buttons to press. You took your time as you disassembled the gun, then pieced it all back together, looking back to the man to ensure you were doing it correct every few steps. You then reloaded the gun and placed it back on the station table. 

‘Well done.’ He looks down to you and taking a pause as he catches your glance, then continues. 

‘The next thing to go over is your positioning when firing the gun, and how you should hold the gun.’ You were beaming from the inside, you had done it correctly and it made you feel great. Your manager lashing out at you had completely left your mind you were now filling with pride as you continued to learn from…

‘Hey, I never got your name, what is it?’ You looked back to him as he was stepping away to show you stances. He paused and looked back over his shoulder to you, turning his body eventually to face you.

‘Simon, but most call me Ghost.’ He then waved you over, pushing out any time to ask about the name Ghost, but you didn’t mind and assumed it had come from the military as you’d heard plenty of people being called names other than their own growing up. 

For the next ten or fifteen minutes you went over the proper stances of holding the gun when firing and how to alter your grip to better hold the gun. You often took note of how easy it had looked for him, like it was built into him like talking or thinking. After a little while he handed the gun to you and asked you to show him the proper stances, some of which he gave you pointers. 

‘Angle your foot like this.’ as he showed you on his own foot. ‘Try to engage your shoulders more, and move your hips like I did’ The small tips made you nervous at first feeling that you were doing it wrong, but you blocked them out and convinced yourself it would take time to learn and practice the proper stances. You both took a break to have water and returned to the room where the gun was lying on the station table. 

‘Alright, go ahead and show me what you know. As if you were going to fire the gun.’ You looked up to him, before taking a breath and moving up to the station. You took your time as you showed that you knew the anatomy of the gun quite well now and could reload it, then taking off the safety. 

Ghost had only watched and not said anything as you began to take stance. You gripped the gun as best you could remember him showing you, and spread your feet slightly. You remembered his tip on your foot placement and your shoulders and adjusted them accordingly. He gave a small nod as you stood still and pushed himself off the wall he was leant up on, as if you were about to fire at the paper person that was incredibly far away. 

You felt his gloved hand go over yours, and you sucked in a breath, his voice almost whispering to you. 

‘Remember, you have to put his hand here and then leave your finger entirely off the trigger until you are ready to fire.’ You slowly relaxed your hand muscles, allowing him hand to slightly adjust yours and placed your finger flat against the gun, knowing you weren’t going to fire. He was standing directly behind you as you didn’t dare to change your positioning, chills had gone down your spine and back but you didn’t bother with them now. 

‘I-is this better?’ Speaking without moving he slowly backed off of you to look over your stance. Again, you felt his gloved hand but now it was on your hip, gently pushing inwards. You adjusted like playdough as he moved you into the correct form not making any comment as he did so, although your breathing couldn’t help but pick up. He took a second to leave you in the stance, and then spoke.

‘There you are. Now, try and totally relax your body and step away from the station. Then I want you to try and do it again on your own.’ Still feeling nervous you let your muscles relax, almost setting them into place where they were. You put the safety on the gun and placed it down stepping back from the bench, taking a deep breath. The nervousness began to fade as you wanted to do it properly you began to feel confident. With another breath and your eyes laser focused on the gun you step up with a little more speed and begin to disassemble and reassemble the gun. After it had been put back together you grabbed it and attempted to move into a firing position. 

You went through a checklist in your head of all of the things he had tried to correct you on previously, altering how you stood in small ways. Your foot positioning, your foot width, your shoulders, your hips, your hands, and your arms. Finally you let out another breath and let your muscles relax as you waited for his input. 

‘There you go, you’ve done it.’ A smile crept over your face breaking the serious focus you’d had before, and placed the gun back onto the table after ensuring the safety was on. You turned around slowly to face him who was leaning again on the wall as you spoke.

‘Well I definitely don’t have it perfect yet, and I still have to shoot it as well.’ You take a glance to the clock on the wall and realize it had been far longer than you expected and that you had to work again tomorrow. You didn’t want to leave yet but knew that it was wrong to keep this place open this long anyways and decided you should get home, you had learned plenty for one day. 

‘I know it may be asking a lot, but do you think you could help me with that as well some time?’ He looked up to you from the other area of the room where he had been looking before,

‘Sure. Same place and time next week.’ He set the remote down and took one last look at you before collecting his pistole and giving a head nod goodbye. Before he had made his way out of the building you pushed out a ‘thank you!’ as you watched he slowed his pace slightly, acknowledging what you said. He made his way out of the building as the doors chimed, you couldn’t help but feel like an excited child knowing that you would get to see him again. 

[neill-san]

Breeding

Azul Ashengrotto x Male reader

TAGS: Bottom Azul Ashengrotto, male reader, Potions Accident, Magic, Mpreg, Explicit Sexual Content, Dubious Consent, Men Crying, Reader has a big cock, vaginal sex(?), Cephalopods, Vague Octo-mer anatomy(?), this might make no sense, Drug Use, Lust Potion/Spell, Aphrodisiacs, Extremely Dubious Consent, Octopus Form Azul Ashengrotto, Heavily Implied Babytrapping, this is a mess, Dead Dove: Do Not Eat(?)

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-18+ content under the cut-

Professor Crewel droned on, his voice making nice background noise, but you didn't pay his instructions any mind. Your gaze was trained on your lab partner, the feared octo-mer was focused intently on the boiling cauldron before him, carefully measuring ingredients. You smiled mischievously, watching as the cauldron turned a peculiar color. Your eyes moved from the cauldron to the Housewarden, admiring him as he worked.

Or at least, you were until your vision was obscured by a large cloud of dark smoke and an oddly sweet smell filled the room. You covered your nose and mouth with your sleeve, closing your eyes as a wave of wind hit your face. The loud bang of the eruption reverberated against the walls of the classroom and you were quick to rush to your partner's side as soon as the air cleared. The octo-mer was on the floor, unconscious and still. You lifted his head onto your lap, gently patting his cheeks as panic rushed through your expression.

"Azul? Azul, wake up," You called, shaking his shoulder gently. The octo-mer's face scrunched up in discomfort and, likely, pain. His eyes fluttered open and he looked around confused.

"What happened?" He asked, disgruntled, "How did the potion go wrong?" He sounded disbelieving. There was no conceivable way he could have made a mistake, he knew the material front and back. So what happened?

"Mistakes happen, Azul it's fine," You reassured the student who struggled to sit up, "Potions are really delicate."

Azul wanted to deny your claim. It wasn't fine. How could he make a mistake on such a simple potion? But before he could ask anything, a sudden rush of heat had him staggering as he tried to stand. You, ever attentive were quick to steady him. 

Professor Crewel loomed over the two of you, watching with disappointed eyes, "What a waste of ingredients," he admonished, slapping the tip of his whip against his palm, "Take Ashengrotto to the nurse, Yuu."

You nodded obediently and hooked a dazed Azul's arm around your shoulders, gripping his wrist tightly. Your free hand reached around to place a steadying hand on his hip, as you slowly made your trek out of Crewel's class. The classroom door closed behind you and you switched your hold on Azul, lifting him and pulling him into your arms in a bridal carry; he was too out of it to comment. Your steps took him right past the nurse's office and out of the main building to the chamber of mirrors. Your steps were steady and certain as you walked through the Octavinelle mirror. You were grateful that the tweels were in class.

Your steps quicken when you notice the splotches of purple that started to expand on Azul's skin. I rushed to get him to a tank before he was at risk. The door to his dorm room was slammed open and consequently kicked shut and locked with a soft click. You gently laid him on the spacious bed, your hands darting to his pants to quickly undo them. The material came off just in time for his legs to start losing their human appearance, but his legs weren't what caught your eye, but rather his pretty cock, half-hard and so very human... for now. You shook your head and got back to undressing him, not wanting to make him uncomfortable when he transformed into his octo form.

You didn't bother looking around his room, you would have time for that at a later date. You pushed his clothes off to the side, and picked him back up in your arms, careful to keep your hands in modest areas. There was thankfully a ladder next to the giant aquarium built into the wall. It was devoid of any other sea life that the others had, just a simple octopot in a corner of the lonely tank. A modest waterfall coming from a slit in the wall decently high above the take, making it a pleasant sight for eyes. The sound of running water was a pleasant sound that likely never left the Octavinelle dorm. The waterfall completely covered a corner and you wondered if there was some kind of surface behind it. 

You slowly dipped his undressed body in the water, carefully to keep his head above water as his body slowly reverted back to his natural form. Eight long limbs slowly spread around in the water, and your hold on the mer loosened. His eyes fluttered open but his gaze seemed distant. His face flushed a pretty deep blue, and his body began to tremble. His misty eyes met yours as he steadied himself against the tank, watching you closely.

You rubbed the back of your head awkwardly and moved to leave. The mer likely just needed some time for the effects of whatever it was he was hit with, to fade. You jolted in place, fear lacing through you as you struggled to steady yourself on the ladder to prevent from falling. Your eyes darted to the tentacles wrapped tightly around your arm, keeping you from leaving.

"Azul, you just have to wait it out-" you started, but was abruptly cut off as you were inelegantly tugged into the water. Your uniform was quickly soaked through, and you simply sighed, far too accustomed to things ending with less-than-favorable outcomes. 

What you didn't seem to take into account was the type of effect Azul was under. His curious tentacles snuck under your soaked shirt, tearing through the fabric of your uniform in favor of reaching more of your bare body. Unlike his usual timid self while in this form, he was pressed desperately against you. Your eyes narrowed at the sensation brought by his suckers, and the smooth slide of his tentacles left your body tingling. 

"A-Azul!" A shocked cry left your lips, shocks of sensitivity running up your spine. An interested tentacle wrapped around your cock, having slipped into your uniform pants rather aggressively, giving the warm organ a curious squeeze. 

The octo-mer didn't reply, opting to nuzzle his face against your neck, cold water dripping from his soaked hair and onto your clavicle. The sensation of running droplets tickled but your attention was solely focused on the way Azul's tentacle pumped your length, seemingly eager to see it grow to full mass. 

You tried to pull back, but Azul had the advantage underwater. How could a human outcompete a creature of the sea, in the water? Your back was quickly pressed against a wall adjacent to the glass wall that faces the whole of the room. You grit your teeth and do your best to gather up Azul, motioning to him with your eyes to the space behind the waterfall.

The octo-mer seemingly had enough clarity to catch your meaning, and soon enough you were both lying on a solid surface, Azul encased between your arms under you. Azul's soft moan caught your attention when you shifted to keep from slipping. Your cock pressed again a slit of some kind and a single glance downwards told you all you needed to know. You lifted your head and opened your mouth to speak, but before a word could leave your lips, cool pale lips crashed into yours, teeth clashing, but Azul didn't care. His kisses were sloppy and inexperienced but eager to please. Your cock quickly grew to full mass and throbbed as it rubbed against the slippery slit at the center where all of the octo-mers tentacles met. You couldn't help but be curious as to how their anatomy worked, but by the way, Azul's tentacles tightened around your arms, he wasn't willing to wait until you figured it out. You shifted your grip on the rest of him and firmly pressed his back the surface just above the waters. It was a weird slab of flat marble with a modest waterfall blocking it from view. It was a slippery surface, but Azul was careful to keep you two stable.

"Are you sure, Azul?" You asked, the pudgy head of your throbbing cock was pressed against his slit, (that, unbeknownst to you, wasn't there a while ago.) 

Azul nodded desperately, his arms clung to you as he silently pleaded. You pressed your forehead against his and caught his cold lips with yours to try and make the breach less intense. It was likely the octo-mers first time and you didn't want to hurt him... too much. You slowly pressed your cock forward, the blunt weeping head met some resistance but it wasn't long before the rest of you was buried in Azul's cool spongy walls, pressing against what you could only assume was the entrance of a womb. A womb he shouldn't have but...

A smile spread across your lips as Azul whimpered in your ear, his nails dug into your back, but you didn't pay it any mind. Your eyes tracked the way his tummy bulged from your sheer size as you rocked your hips softly, not wanting to overwhelm him so soon. it was a beautiful sight, and you couldn't wait for the way it would surely grow with your seed. You groaned into the crook of his neck, letting the cool sensation of his cold-blooded body pulsing around you wash over you. The slide was smooth and smothering, and you couldn't help but think you should have done this sooner. You wouldn't have minded taking his virginity in his human form, but there was something so intimate about taking it in his natural form. The suckers on his tentacles latched onto you, keeping you from being able to pull away. 

There would likely be marks, but it wasn't something you were concerned with, not when he leaned forward to chase your lips as you picked up the pace, sliding in and out of him with ease. You fucked into his tight crevice with force and you could feel the way his body jolted at the sudden change, your balls slapped against the flat surface between his slit and his backdoor. Azul's heavy breathing and pathetic little whines only encouraged you to fuck him into oblivion. As someone who's never had sex before, you wanted to make sure his first time was something to remember.

"Y-Yuu!" Azul cried, his glasses askew and slightly fogged. You couldn't help the cruel smirk that pulled at your lips or the pleasure that ran up your spine at seeing him in such a state. The precious thing, unaccustomed to the hot pleasurable sensations of the body. You were sure he had some textbook knowledge of mating or some natural instinct as a mer, but he so clearly lacked any experience. You were pulled from your wonderous realizations by Azul's increasingly spasming walls.

"I-I'm- ah! I'm g-gonna-!" Azul cried out, his back arching, jutting his chest into your face. You hummed at his pitiful cries and dragged your tongue up the middle of his chest, relishing in the way an adorable gasp fell from his lips, quickly turning into loud cries of sensitivity. You chuckled at the sounds, your lips quickly moving to latch onto one of his perky nipples, rolling the nub between your teeth as one of your hands came up to pinch and play with the other. Azul's tentacles tightened around your arms, threatening to cut off circulation, but you paid it no mind and continued with your task. sucking and biting at the sensitive little nub with your mouth and pinching and pulling at the other one with your fingers. You lathered them both with attention, savoring the feel of him writhing under you. 

Azul threw his head back, his body going stiff as a board. His eyes rolled back and he clenched his teeth. He came with a guttural scream, his nails dug into your back, breaking skin and drawing blood. You winced at the pinpricks of pain and released his abused nipple with a wet pop, a rough moan falling from your lips at his spasming walls. You could feel the way his hectocotylus spilled useless seed onto the marble surface, further drenching the surface with his sticky fluid. You caught his quivering lips with yours, muffling your groans and swallowing his mewls of overstimulation.  

You don't slow down. The wet slap of your bodies meeting echoed in this hidden corner and only seemed to pick up in volume, as did the volume of Azul's moans and whorish cries. Tears sprang from his eyes, glistening in the light shining from the tank like sapphires. You couldn't help but think it a crime to have never heard him cry so beautifully; like the song of a siren, you were pulled in by his melodious voice, calling to you so sweetly. 

"Azul, Azul," you sing, pleasure wracking through your frame as he squeezes around you, "You're mine, you hear? I'll make sure of it."

Garbled words fell from his lips, incoherent but the effort was adorable nonetheless. An inkling of confusion flashed in his teary eyes, but you didn't give him a chance to gather his thoughts. He was far too intelligent for his own good, making your goal of fucking him stupid rather challenging.

"Once I fill you up, you'll be mine forever," You whispered into his ear, a promise of a future he would have no way of avoiding. You pressed your hand firmly against his tummy, right where his womb would be. Sliding your hand just a little further down you pressed down against the bulge caused by your cock, eliciting delicious screams from your cephalopod lover. 

"Don't you want that, Azul ?" You tease, admiring his deep blue flush and half-lidded eyes. His eyes were dark with arousal, but his gaze seemed distant and unfocused. The longer you fucked him, pushing him to just the brink of climax before slowing down just enough to keep him from cumming. The frustration quickly built and the desperation for release pushed any useless thoughts from his mind, if the increasingly incoherent garbled cries were anything to go off of.

Good.

You bit down on your lip, digging your teeth into the tender flesh. Sweat coated your body and dripped down your chin. There was no need to hold back anymore, and you felt you should reward your precious cephalopod for being so good for you. 

You shifted your angle, humming at the whimpers falling from Azul's lips before picking up your pace; fucking into him with abandon and the change in angle had Azul seeing stars. He clung to consciousness as a painful orgasm shot through his body. You groaned through gritted teeth, fucking him harshly through his high. He thrashed in your grasp, attempting to yell that it was too much, but his grasp on you didn't loosen in the slightest. 

With only a few more sloppy thrusts into the spongy walls of your Azul, you were stuffing him full of virile seed. Your throbbing cock buried in as deep as it could go. You thrust into him sloppily, riding out your high, but you were careful that not a single drop of your sticky cum was wasted. You were on a mission and you wouldn't let the pudgy eggs in your lover go to waste.

Not after all the work you'd gone through to make this moment possible.

A cruel chuckle left your bruised lips, you weren't totally unaffected by the accident in the lab from earlier, but you had definitely breathed in far less than Azul. The accident was just the last touch in your meticulously formed plan. The final step to be able to keep Azul by your side for the rest of your lives. 

You pressed a kiss to Azul's forehead and softly rocked your hips, your cock still hard and throbbing. You were glad you locked the door when you came in, free to do with Azul as you pleased for hours to come and you would make the most of it. Azul's needy whines pushed you to pick up your pace once again. You were certain to wring orgasms from his body to the point he passed out, falling limp against the cool marble surface. 

Completely unaware of his sealed fate.

this is my first "x reader" fic, please be gentle 😔

[starweru]

Hello! My name is lola but you can call me loli, I’m a new follower and i love you’re art style!🪻💜 (Another blue color fan i see..💙) anyways, the news year post of 2025 (the 7th frame) i noticed the anatomy was so good!?? I am young artist trying to master (strangle-) the art of anatomy, do you have tips? Any way to make it easier? And the perspective is *chefs kiss*!

(My fist language is not english so sorry if i have any spelling or grammar mistakes💜💙) -lola🪻🪐

Hi Loli! Thank you so much for following and the kind words, i really appreciate your support, for real 💙💙💙💙 I'm not the best teaching someone, I'm really bad actually jfiuhgdf But I'm really trying here English is not my main language either, so this will be hard I never did something like that, but I really hope you understand my explanations and hope this helps at least a little. I dont know how much you know, so you can disregard some informations if you want. Im a woman of images, so i made a few, i thought this might make it easier to understand. (Sorry for the delay, i was thinking how to put this all together without make it all nonsense iojdfiojsd) So, the anatomy is tricky to master, but can be easier if you learn the proportions of the body first. The Legs usually are the same size as the upper body, an average adult can be 7-8 heads tall, of course this will change for kids or short/tall people, more short or tall the person be, less/more heads she'll measure, but the legs will aways be close the size as the upper body. (Some real people can have the legs a little bit taller than the upper body, and some artstyles can have that as well, nothing wrong with that.) The ears are localized from the top of the eyes to the bottom of the nose. Male ears are usually bigger than female ears, but this can vary to person to person.

The elbows line up with the navel/middle of the belly, wrists line up with the crotch, and hands go mid-thigh. Talking of hands, they are sure difficult, but can be simplifying, i use the shape in the example for the palm and then just draw the fingers. Fingers are close size of the palm, with the middle finger being the same size and the index and ring fingers being shorter and the pinky being the shorter. Legs and arms can be simplifying with cylinders, they will be your friend, they can help with the perspective of the members of the body.

Simplifying the rest of the body can be made with some other shapes (like i did) but i really recommend using boxes, they show us the sides of the body, making it easier to make dynamic poses and perspective. You can rotate any box to make any pose, that so cool Not gonna lie, making boxes is a real pain, like, you think you can draw a box really easy, like, it's just a box, but then you make it, and it's hard (for me at least uhguidfg) It's a habit, the more you do it, the more you get the hang of it, i know we all want to make a final drawing, with a lot of details and cute clothes, but i really recommend to you to at least you make five of these per day, using references of course.

References are your best friend in art, if you are struggling with an art piece, go see some references or tutorials, they'll will be handy for sure :3 A tip i have is to simplifying the reference photo, try coping it to make your sketch, don't trace the reference to use it as your sketch, in my opinion this will not help you at all.

It it's just the way i personally do, and i really hope this can serve you for anything. There have other ways to study anatomy you can try, so I'm going to leave some videos that can maybe help you more! Video 1 Video 2 Video 3 I hope they can help you more, they explain better than me isifopdjfs This is going to be cliche, but it's true, it will be a long way of learning, it will be hard, you will be sad will some results, thinking "why can't i do it? Why can't i do it right?" But you will can do it in the future, as long you have the passion and the determination to learn, you can do it until you like the result. Keep studying and learning, you can do it, i believe in you. Thank you again Loli! Have a wonderful day/night! Wowie, this is my first ask :0

Thanks for coming to my yapping section guyssss

[bnha-dumpster]

What about centaur denki fucking the absolute crap out of the reader 😳

oh i love this. this is in a slightly more fantasy world. have fun with a non-human reader too. i can’t believe i looked up horse anatomy for this.

pairing: centaur kaminari x slime male reader content tags/warnings: monster on monster, belly bulge, cumflation, milking word count: 1.4k

Slimes aren’t exactly the best monster to be cornered by. They’re difficult to fight considering what their bodies are made of, they rarely have any sort of consciousness and worst of all, they’re constantly hungry. So when Kaminari is cornered by a group of a green slimes, he thinks he’s doomed. 

“Sorry, sorry!” 

A male voice catches him by surprise and he sees you coming out of the woods. You’re made of the same green gelatinous substance as the slimes surrounding him and they instantly focus on you when you enter their line of sight. They hop over to you, nuzzling against your form. He has to take a moment to process it. There’s some who talk about the infamous “slime people” who exist among the groups of slimes, usually being their leaders. He never believed it, but now that you’re standing in front of him, he has to believe them.

“They’re a bit hungry. They see anything move and assume it’s food. You weren’t hurt, were you?” You take a few steps towards the centaur, shooing the small slimes back into the forest. “Could I help you with anything? Are you lost?”

You can’t help your doting nature. The small slimes don’t have the ability to really think on their own. They see something moving and chase after it. You always have to watch over them so they don’t get in trouble, so they don’t get hurt. It translates towards any other living being you come across.

“I’m alright! So... Never seen one of you before.”

“We tend to stay out of sight, you know? It’s safer.” You give him the bare minimum for an explanation. A tinge of hunger goes through you and you shift uncomfortably, a few bubbles growing in your form. 

Kaminari notices and he takes a step forward, looking you over for a moment. You look uneasy to him, like you’re almost waiting for the conversation to end. 

“Are you hungry too?” He opens his pouch, pulling out a bit of dried meat to offer to you. It’s clear he’s not sure what a slime actually eats but he wants to help. When you don’t take it, he starts thinking about what you might eat but he can’t come up with anything. “Uh- what exactly do slimes eat?” 

“Technically slimes can eat anything that’s living, but...” Slimes can’t blush, but if you could, you would. “I don’t like hurting people so I think that consuming bodily fluids is better...”

“Huh?”

How Kaminari wound up with you on your knees, lapping at the precum leaking from his cock, is lost on him. Your tongue feels strange yet pleasant. This entire situation can be described that way as well.

“Does it feel good?” You peek out from under him, looking at his face for any signs of discomfort. “Should I stop?”

“No, you’re good. Could we try something else, though?” He watches you nod and get out from under him, your body jiggling slightly as you move. The centaur can’t stop himself from reaching out to grab at your body, fingers sinking into the slime. You let out a small moan and only makes him want to touch you more. 

He pushes you against a nearby tree so he can properly grab at your form, enjoying the way his fingers sink into it slightly. Even though you’re made completely of slime, you don’t lose your humanoid form when he grabs you. Your body must be some sort of erogenous zone from how much you’re squirming and moaning. It’s only confirmed when you a cock forms from the slime and slaps gently against your stomach.

“You... Did you just make a dick?” 

“It’s a reflex, okay?!” Your voice’s pitch and volume is raised as you respond. It’s obvious to both of you that you’re aroused by the situation. There’s a strange fluid leaking from the tip of your cock that can only be an imitation of precum. Kaminari reaches out to touch it, watching how it twitches from the feeling of his hand. 

“Fuck, that’s hot...” He has to lean down to properly wrap his hand around your cock but he doesn’t mind. The way you squirm and whimper shows that no one has ever touched you like this. No one has ever returned the favor. Even if you did it as a way to eat, you were still making that person feel good.

“Okay, where’s a tree stump or something? I’m gonna make you feel the best you’ve ever felt in your whole life.” 

Excitement fills you and you eagerly take his hand and tug him into the forest. You practically throw yourself onto a large stump, your body jiggling from the impact. As you bend over onto it, you spread your ass and hold your cheeks open, showing where your hole would be. 

“You’re so eager, damn. Don’t worry, you’re gonna love this.” 

Kaminari trots over and puts his forelegs on the stump to lift himself up. It’s a little difficult finding where your body is without being able to see you, but one of your hands leave your ass to guide his cock towards you. He can feel the cool substance against the head of his cock and when he can make out your fingers holding yourself open, he pushes in.

Neither of you are sure how to describe the feeling of him sheathing his entire cock in your body. He doesn’t have to worry about hurting you at all. Your body doesn’t have any skin or organs, nothing to worry about squishing when he thrusts into you. 

“Shiiit, you feel amazing. You feel good too?” 

The moans and groans coming from you say everything for you. Your entire body is overcome with pleasure, an intense feeling you’re not used to. Part of you wants to turn into a pile of slime from the pleasure- but if you do that, you won’t get to feel it anymore.

“If I had a brain, yooouu-” Your body tenses and the slime surrounding Kaminari’s cock constricts for a moment as you cum. A sticky, white substance spurts from your cock and paints the tree stump. 

The centaur isn’t close to finishing at all. He’s planning on working you past several orgasms before he fills you with his cum. 

“Give me another one, okay? Cum on my cock again, cum for me.” 

It’s like your body is following his orders as you tense again, more cum coating the tree stump. Your cock twitches and stays attached to your stomach by a few strands of slime. Who knows when it’s going to go away, especially with your body feeling like it’s being constantly thrown into an orgasm. 

The blond is feeling like you’re entire soul is trying milk him dry- which you are, in a sense. You’re begging him with your body to give you his seed and feed you. His cock twitches and pulses inside you, especially when you reach into your own body to play with the head of it. Your fingers tease the slit of his cock and even dive in a little, rubbing the inside of his cock. 

“Fuck- yeah, keep doing that.” Kaminari’s hips stutter from your fingers. “Play with my cock more.”

You let your slime slide into his cock, sounding him. The slime goes as far as it can comfortably, reaching his prostate to tip him further towards his orgasm. It’s something he’s never experienced before and he lets out a confused moan. It almost feels wrong to have something thrusting in and out of his cock, but the feeling of it directly playing with his prostate overpowers it.

He continues to fuck you, pounding into you without a care. Your cock twitches against your abdomen and spurts more cum onto the tree stump. There’s a small stain on it now.

“Shit, I’m gonna cum! Take it-” 

As his cock twitches, your slime is pushed out of his cock followed by ropes of cum filling your body. The slime of your body clenches around Kaminari’s cock to milk out all the cum that he can possibly give. 

When he pulls out of you, none of his cum is left on his cock. It’s all inside you, not a single drop wasted. His cock retracts back into its sheath and he moves away to look down at you. You’re fucked out, belly full of his cum. The centaur gently turns you over onto your back so he can see your blissed face from the feeling of being completely full. 

“You okay?” 

“Mhm.” You smile up at him. “That felt amazing- I didn’t know I could feel that good.”

“I’m glad you felt good... I should probably head out, but I’d be willing to come back and feed you again. Keep you full and stuff.” Kaminari looks almost embarrassed to suggest it, not able to meet your eyes. 

“I’d love that. Right, I’m Y/N.” 

“I’m Denki. It’s nice to meet you, Y/N.”

[ushiluv]

Good Little Girl 

step-daddy!atsumu x reader 

recently divorced, your mom was quick to find a new boy toy to spend her time with, but what happens when that boy toy finds interest in you? (wc: 1635)

warnings 

somnophilia (kinda?), creepy tsumu, overstimulation, age gap (reader is an adult), one (1) pussy slap and one (1) face slap, dumbification, reader has female anatomy, size kink, nipple play, breeding kinda, sex with no protection... also NOT proof read (yet)

note from the author 

this is the first smut i’ve ever published pls lmk what you think about it and what i could improve! always open to criticism 

The divorce did not take as big of a toll on your mom as you thought it would. You thought that being cheated on by her husband of 20 years would ruin her life but it didn’t, quite the contrary actually.

When you met Atsumu, you didn’t really know what to think. 28 years old and a career already secured, you wondered what he and your mother had in common. The age gap between them was big, big enough to make people’s eyes widen at the revelation of it, but neither him or your mom seemed to care.

Atsumu was quick to develop an interest in you. Who wouldn’t? You were everything he wanted and more; the thought of the woman he was dating was already far gone for him, he wanted you and what Atsumu wants, Atsumu gets. That probably explains the lingering touches on your body, the far too heavy stares on you, the weird interest in your love life. You couldn’t deny that the attention he gave you didn’t make you feel a little funny on the inside. Atsumu was a clearly attractive and successful man, but it felt wrong. Wrong, but not wrong enough for you to play with yourself at night, wishing it was his fingers instead of yours, and fantasizing about a reality where you two could be a couple.  

Little muffled moans left your mouth, it was late at night, your mom and her boyfriend already fast asleep. With a hand on your mouth and the other down your pretty baby blue panties, you started wondering how Atsumu’s hands would feel, how his calloused experienced hands would toy with you. The thought was enough to bring you to the edge and you finally released with a whimper of his name leaving your pretty lips. Too tired to move, you fell asleep in the same position, one hand on your stomach and the other on your naked chest.

Atsumu was a morning person. Getting out of the bed he shared with the woman next to him last night, he made his way to your room, hoping to catch a glimpse of you before the day started. Slightly pushing your bedroom door, the sight in front of him left him breathless. Your nipples were perked due to the cold temperature of the room, your sleeping face was so peaceful and calm, Atsumu felt his boxers getting tighter. He didn’t know what pushed him to do his next move, he knew deep down it was wrong but he couldn’t contain himself anymore. He welcomed himself inside your room and quietly closed the door behind him.

“You’re so pretty” he whispered to himself as he placed a knee on your bed and leaned down. A hand of his came up to your face to push away a few strands of hair, letting him catch a better view of you. He placed a kiss on your forehead, “Gonna take good care of you.”

He was quick to kiss the skin of your boobs, warming them up for his hot tongue. He would look up at you once in a while, checking if his ministrations had woken you up but you were still in deep sleep. Feeling bolder, he opened his mouth and let himself suck on your left nipples, coating the little bud with his saliva. He couldn’t stop himself from biting down a bit, causing a little whimper to leave your mouth. He smirked to himself as he continued toying with your chest.

The weight on your chest began to be hard to ignore. Opening your eyes slowly, the sight in front of you almost made you believe you were still dreaming.

“T-tsumu?” your voice was quiet and sleepy, but it only made his cock twitch.

“Shh pretty girl” he kissed your jaw “Just let me take care of you, yeah?”

You nodded. Taking this as a sign, Atsumu properly straddled your hips and helped you take off your shirt.

He let out a breath. “Bet you’ve been dreaming about this, haven’t you? Don’t think I haven’t noticed how you look at me when your mom is away.” his voice was raspy and soft, he tried to keep it down. “You’re a dirty girl, you know that? Fantasizing about your mother’s boyfriend.” a low chuckle left his mouth as your cheeks turned a bright red colour.

He left a kiss on your forehead and lowered his hand down your body until it reached your crotch. He didn’t break eye contact with you as his hand toyed with the hem of your cotton panties. With a finger, he circled your clit and hummed as he felt the sticky wetness that slowly grew on the fabric.

“You’re soaking wet. Gonna let me ruin your pretty panties? Gonna let me make a mess out of you?”

You were about to respond but the only sound that left your mouth was a loud moan caused by how two of his fingers pinched your clit. “Please touch me.” you breathed.

“But I am touching you, baby. You gotta be more precise, use your words.”

“Please touch me properly, daddy, I’ll do anything.”

Cooing at your begging attempt, he pushed your panties aside and pushed two fingers inside of you. The tightness made him groan and the sound only made you clench around him.

“I can’t wait to destroy you” he mumbled to himself. His fingers started going in and out of you as his thumb played with your little bundle of nerve. Your little whimpers started growing louder and he wanted nothing more to hear you scream his name but he couldn’t afford getting caught either. He leaned down to press a messy open mouthed kiss on your lips, his fingers still toying with your cunt.

“If you want daddy to keep playing with you, you have to keep quiet.” he said against your lips. You slightly nodded and brought a hand to your mouth, hoping it would lower your sounds.

Feeling you get tighter around his two fingers, he let a globule of spit fall in your cunt, making everything even messier. The sight it was enough to bring you over the edge. You climaxed over his fingers with a hand on your mouth while a few praises left his mouth and traveled to your ears.

“Good girl, good fucking girl.” he removed his hand from your messy hole and gave a small tap to your clit. The gesture made you flinch. “Came around daddy’s fingers with no shame.”

Seeing him bring his fingers to your mouth, you parted your lips open and invited them in. Your tongue swirled around his two digits and you could feel his hard on pressing against your thigh. Grabbing his wrist with two hands, you removed his fingers from your mouth.

“Wanna make daddy feel good now.” you said, looking up at him.

Atsumu swore he lost his mind at that moment. Without wasting any time, he lowered his boxers to his thighs and let his cock spring free. With wide eyes, you wondered if you would be able to take him. He started playing with you using the tip of his cock, sliding it through your wet folds.

“Is it gonna fit?” you asked with a small voice.

“Hm?” Atsumu was mesmerized by how tiny your cunt looked next to him. “We’ll make it fit.”

As he said those words, he pushed slightly into your hole. The tip made it past your entrance. Seeing the tears in your eyes, Atsumu smirked to himself.

“You’re doing so good, doll. Taking me so good” he pushed a bit more, “The worst is already over lemme bottom out, baby, please” he begged as he waited for any form of consent from you. When you nodded your head, he couldn’t hold himself back anymore. With one swift motion, his cock was finally fully inside you. You could feel his tip kissing your cervix and that one spot even you have a hard time to reach. It’s when he started moving that you felt yourself completely lost.

“ ‘so… is so good” you breathed.

“Yeah? Princess is going stupid over her daddy’s cock?” he gave a light slap to your right cheek “Look at you drooling like a dumb puppy.” he chuckled.

He kept drilling into you, muttering a few curse words and groaning when he felt your gummy walls clench around him. He started rubbing messy circles on your clit with three fingers, all thought of waking up your mom were already forgotten, he just wanted to feel you cum around his dick no matter how loud you two were being.

“I’m almost there daddy” you said as your nails dipped into his forearms.

“Cum for me, baby, wanna feel you cream”. He groaned

A few more thrusts were enough to make you come undone around him. The clenching of your cunt had him spill his load inside you. With his cock still in your warmth, he let himself fall on you, hugging your body closer to his. None of you said anything for a few minutes, still recuperating from the shock of your orgasms. He leaned back again and slowly removed his dick from your pussy, taking a mental picture of how you clenched around nothing as some of his cum spilled out of your hole. He put his boxers back to place and replaced your panties into their original position. 

He patted your crotch.“Keep it inside you, don’t want you to waste a drop.”

You hummed, too dizzy to hold a proper conversation. Suddenly, a sense of panic took over you. “Wait daddy, I’m not on the pill.” 

“I know, baby.” he placed a kiss on your forehead and left your room as quietly as he entered it.

[yuki-the-master-of-demons]

Sensitive Spots Part 2 (NSFW smut/angst) Mammon X Male MC

This is a continuation of another post: Part 1

Yuki is FTM (he/him). I just wanted to write smut but characters decided to go for angst

"What? Did I say something weird?" Yuki asks as all the demon brothers stare at him.

"Oh, Yuki." Asmo coos. "You really don't know what you do to us do you? Giving Mammon's wings special attention and then asking to do the same with everyone else."

"We weren't doing anything like that!" Mammon barks. "And even if we- If we were, what's the problem, huh?"

Yuki shrugs. "It's biology, and I like biology. I wanna learn about demon anatomy, and, while books can teach a lot, a diagram is nothing like touching the real thing."

"Well, that statement isn't wrong," Satan chuckles. "I suppose I should have leant you more descriptive books."

"That would be nice." Yuki comments. "Though, I'd still like to poke and prod y'all if y'all'd let me."

"You can poke and prod me all you want, Darling." Asmo giggles. "I can show you just how different demon anatomy can be."

"Me first." Belphie buts in.

Beel pauses chewing. "I wouldn't mind it either."

Satan chuckles. "I'd be happy to help educate you with a private lesson, Yuki."

"Oh no you don't!" Mammon growls. "The only one giving Yuki an anatomy lesson is me!"

Levi whines. "How can all of you say this stuff so casually?!"

Lucifer sighs and rubs the bridge of his nose. "Yuki, why is it that you always seem to rile them up?"

"I don't fucking know, but it's nice to know I can study y'alls' demon forms, at least most of you it seems like." Yuki smiles. "This is gonna be fun."

"I can't wait, Darling." Asmo leans in closer to Yuki, but, before he can respond, Mammon yoinks him out of his chair.

"I call dibs!" Mammon yells before running off with the human as an uproar comes from his brothers. The demon pulls Yuki into his room, slams the door, and shifts into his demon form as he faces the human.

"So that just happened?" Yuki looks at Mammon with confusion.

"Can you not be a nerd for 5 seconds?" Mammon grumbles with his cheeks flushed. "Do you have any idea what you've been saying?"

Yuki stares blankly at Mammon. "Uh..." Yuki shrugs.

"Well, if you really want to be a nerd and study demon anatomy, you'll be studying me first." Mammon pouts.

"Oh uh, okay. So how do you wanna do this?"

Mammon gulps and takes Yuki by the hand, guides the human to sit on the bed with him. "Ya can go ahead and touch me..."

Yuki hesitates. "Where am I allowed to touch you?"

"Anywhere. Just- Touch me."

Yuki looks over Mammon's torso before tracing the markings on the demon's chest. Mammon's breath hitches.

"They're a different texture." Yuki mutters. "Are these tattoos or...?"

"They're kinda like birth marks." Mammon answers. "I didn't pick 'em."

"They look good on you." Yuki begins to undo the buckles of Mammon's top. It doesn't take long for the leather to fall from Mammon's shoulders. Yuki scoots himself to sit behind the demon.

"Ya really like my wings, don't ya?" Mammon chuckles softly.

"Yeah," Yuki answers easily. "They're really cool." Yuki delicately pulls at Mammon's wing and sees how far it can spread. He feels the thing leathery like skin and follows the white edges to the demon's shoulder blades. Mammon bites his lip. Yuki's hands feel up along Mammon's back, feeling how the muscles connect to the demon's wings. Mammon swallows his moan.

"You said the tissue here was sensitive." Yuki comments. "What does it feel like?"

"Good." Is the only word Mammon can get out without letting a groan slip past his lips. Yuki rubs the area where the leathery wing joins Mammon's back. The demon's wing twitches. Yuki rubs it again, the wing twitches again. Mammon can feel his cock stirring in his pants. Yuki tries rubbing another spot, this time Mammon's wing flutters. Yuki does this again and again, finding different spots at the base of Mammon's wings, seeing how the wings move depending on where he touches. A soft curse from the demon catches Yuki's attention.

"You good?" Yuki asks, looking over Mammon's shoulder. The human notices how Mammon's chest is heaving, cheeks and shoulders are flushed. Yuki's eyes widen as he looks further down and sees Mammon's cock straining against his pants. "Oh..." Yuki mumbles. "Oooooh, so they're that kind of sensitive."

Mammon turns to the human and growls. "Now you realize it?"

"Huh."

"'Huh?' 'Huh?!' Is that all you're gonna say?" Mammon tries to calm his breathing down.

Yuki shrugs, eyes not leaving the tent in Mammon's pants. "It's interesting anatomy. Is this kind of reaction common with all demons or is it-"

"Are you seriously still acting fucking like a nerd right now?"

"Should I not be?" Yuki asks.

"Fucking-" Mammon grunts. "You really are something else."

Heat rises in his Yuki's cheeks. "Are demons different down there as well?"

"I- Yeah." Mammon gulps. "Do ya... wanna see?"

Yuki slides off the bed and sets himself between Mammon's legs. "May I?" He asks.

"Fuck yes." Mammon groans.

Yuki hesitates for a moment and then undoes Mammon's belt. He unconsciously licks his lips as he pulls the zipper down, leaning closer as he does so. When Mammon's cock springs free, Yuki's eyes stare in amazement.

"Wow." Yuki mutters. White markings line either side of Mammon's cock, and rows of ridges are stacked along his shaft. Yuki leans in closer, fingers wrapping around the base of the demon's cock. Without thinking, Yuki leans down and licks the tip.

"Fuck." Mammon moans.

"Sorry, I don't know what came over me." Yuki pulls away.

"Don't fucking apologize." Mammon reaches down and runs his hand through Yuki's hair. "Go ahead. Study my cock with your mouth."

Yuki leans in closer again, looking up at the demon to make sure what he's doing is okay, and takes the tip of Mammon's cock between his lips. He runs his tongue over the slit, savoring the taste of the demon. His hand slowly begins stroking the demon.

Mammon groans. "Fuck, Yuki."

Yuki takes more of Mammon into his mouth, mind going fuzzy as heat grows in his lower body. Yuki's other hand wanders down and begins rubbing circles against his clit through the fabric of his pants. Yuki strokes faster and begins to bob his head, taking in more and more of Mammon's cock each time his head descends. When he looks up, Mammon's blue eyes are staring back at him with flushed cheeks.

"You look so good with your lips wrapped around my cock." Mammon moans.

Those words both embarrasses and encourages Yuki. He tries to take Mammon deeper, trying to take the demon down his throat. He chokes and has to pull away, but he does back down, determined to take all he can. He closes his eyes as his head bobs faster, both of his hands working Mammon's cock.

"Y-Yuki-" Mammon pants. "I'm- Fuck, I'm close."

Yuki pulls Mammon's cock from his lips and strokes the demon's cock. He opens his mouth, tongue out and ready. The human looks up, watching as how Mammon's shoulders shudder and how the demon's bottom lip bleeds as he bites it.

A guttural groan escapes Mammon as he cums, his fingers digging into Yuki's scalp. Yuki keeps staring at the demon, taking note of every detail he can, as rope after rope of cum shoots into his mouth. Mammon stares back, watching as Yuki licks his lips clean and sucks the tip of Mammon's cock, making sure every drop is in his mouth. For a moment, the two stare at each other in silence. When Yuki swallows his cum, Mammon pulls the human onto his lap, and they kiss each other desperately.

"Mammon!" Yuki gasps when the demon bites the base of his neck. "Fuck- Your teeth."

"Too much?"

"No." Yuki grinds on Mammon's cock. "Do it again."

"Fucking asking to touch all my brothers." Mammon growls in Yuki's ear. "If you're gonna pick us all, I'm gonna be your first."

Yuki moans loudly as Mammon's teeth sink into shoulder, and the demon bucks his hips. "On you back." Yuki commands.

Mammon's pact pulls him down onto the mattress. He gazes up at Yuki with wide eyes.

"Was that okay?" Yuki asks as he rest his hands on the demon's chest.

"Y-yeah, ya just surprised me."

"Sorry." Yuki chuckles and lifts himself, pulling his leg free from his pants and underwear. His shirt is just long enough to cover himself. Mammon can't see it, but, when Yuki sits himself back on the demon's abdomen, Mammon can feel how wet Yuki is.

Mammon's hands trace up Yuki's thighs and pushing up the human's shirt. "Damn." He mutters.

Yuki flushes and pulls the shirt back down. "It's okay. You don't have to pretend to find me attractive."

Mammon's eyebrows furrow. "'Pretend?' What the hell are ya- Yuki, you're hot as fuck!"

"I'm really not." Yuki shrugs. "I accidentally got you horny, now you need a release, and I'm a warm body close by. It's okay, I'm mediocre. I get it. You don't have to lie."

"I ain't lying!" Mammon grumbles and flips Yuki over, laying the human face up while he cages Yuki in with his arms. "What the fuck are you talking about? Yuki, you fucking drive me wild! You drive so many demons nuts with how hot you are!"

Yuki stares blankly at Mammon for a beat and then laughs. The human yelps suddenly when Mammon flips Yuki on his back. "Mammon?" Yuki gasps.

"You're fucking sexy." Mammon growls. "If you don't believe me, I'll prove it to you." The demon licks up Yuki's neck, making the human gasp. Mammon's hands sneak under Yuki's shirt, feeling up the human's torso.

"Ma-Mammon-" Yuki moans. "You don't have to-"

"I want to." Mammon pulls Yuki's shirt over the human's head. "I want you."

Yuki looks back silently before nodding. "Okay, just- If you want to stop at any time, I won't be mad."

"Ya don't need to worry about that." Mammon mutters as he trails kisses down Yuki's torso. "Spread your legs for me."

Yuki gulps and does what he's told, opening his legs and revealing his hard clit and wet folds. Mammon rests his hands on the human's thighs and licks his lips. He leans in closer and blows on Yuki's sensitive bud. Yuki gasps, hips jumping forward at the sensation.

"Mammon, please-" Yuki mewls.

"Don't worry. I got you." Mammon says before running his tongue across Yuki's hole. The human's hands shoot to Mammon's hair, one of them gripping one of the demon's horn. Mammon goes deeper, pushing his tongue into Yuki and savoring the human's taste.

"Fuck- Mammon, I- ." Yuki moans, back arching. Mammon shifts his his focus, tongue twisting around Yuki's clit, as two of his fingers slowly enter the human's hole. Yuki's legs encase Mammon's head, pulling him in even more.

"M-Mammon, yes- Mammon." Yuki squirms in the demon's grasp as he repeats Mammon's name again and again. Mammon's fingers pump into Yuki, making the human's legs shake, as the demon sucks and nibbles on Yuki's clit. With a final curse and whimper of Mammon's name, Yuki cums. Mammon feels Yuki's walls squeeze his soaked fingers, and the human's clit pulsing on his tongue.

Mammon pulls away and licks his lips as he looks over Yuki's body. Yuki's chest is heaving, and his body still twitches as he comes down from his high. Yuki's arms have pushed his glasses up as he covers his face. "Yuki," Mammon pulls himself up and kisses Yuki's chest. "Lemme see that handsome face of yours."

"I'm sorry." Yuki chokes out, not moving his arms.

"What the hell are you apologizing about?"

"I just- This is-" Yuki sniffles. "What we just did- Why? How could you- Why me?"

"Ah fuck, are ya crying?" Mammon panics. "Did I hurt you? Did I-"

"No! No, I just-" Yuki wipes his eyes. "It feels so impossible. Mammon, you're- I know I'm not ugly, and that I can be cute sometimes, but I know I'm not sexy. You said that's not true, but you're- You're fucking gorgeous Mammon. You have it all, the looks, the voice, the confidence, the experience, but me- I just- I don't understand how you would ever do something like this with me. I'm just the mediocre nerd who's lucky enough to not be repulsive on a good day."

"What the hell, Yuki? Is that how you see yourself?" Mammon pulls the human in for a hug.

"I mean, how else can I see myself." Yuki murmurs. "Look at me."

"I am, and you're fucking sexy."

"I don't understand how you can say that."

"Because you are!" Flushed, Mammon leans in and kisses Yuki with agrowl. "You don't know how often you drive me wild."

Yuki is silent for a moment before speaking. "I don't understand, but... I know you aren't lying to me. I just- You're you, Mammon, a model with tons of fans who flirt with you, while the only people who try and get my attention want to copy my assignments or ask to cheat off of me during exams. It's obvious what people think of me, so how- Why do you, of all people, think I'm sexy?"

"Yuki, have you seen your face? Have you seen your body? Do you know how often you leave me all hot and bothered? I-" Mammon's face turns a darker pink and takes Yuki's hand, guiding it to hard cock. "Your voice, the way you called my name. The way you moved and moaned for me, I'm hard again because of how fucking sexy you are."

Yuki kisses him.

[fanficshiddles]

Be Gentle, One shot

Summary: Loki noticed Thor was having trouble pleasuring women. So he ropes you in to help, but while he is trying to teach Thor to be gentle, he finds he wants you all to himself instead. And you only want Loki.

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Loki was heading along the corridor and was almost knocked over by a young woman charging down it, clearly not happy. He moved to the side to let her passed as she stomped by.

He frowned and looked down the corridor to see Thor stood outside his door, rubbing the back of his head.

‘What did you do?’ Loki headed towards him. ‘Or more, what did you not do?’ He asked knowingly as he reached his brother and leaned against the wall, awaiting his answer.

‘Why do you always assume that I did something wrong?’

‘Because you always do. Especially when it comes to women. Did you fail to pleasure her properly?’ Loki smirked.

Thor glared at Loki, nostrils flaring a little. ‘Not at all… We had fun and’

‘Let me stop you there.’ Loki said with a finger up. ‘When you say we do you mean you had fun, so simply assumed that she also did too? Because that certainly did not look like a satisfied woman.’

Thor was a little stumped, he didn’t answer, just looked down sheepishly.

‘Exactly my point.’ Loki chuckled.

‘Help me, brother. You seem to have luck in pleasuring women, you have them eating out of the palm of your hand. Teach me?’ Thor pleaded.

He wasn’t wrong. Loki did often have a woman spend the night with him back on Asgard, he always gave them a night to remember. Though he hadn’t had as many since arriving on Midgard and moving in with The Avengers. He’d been busier concentrating on work for a change.

‘Why don’t we get a lovely lady’s help.’ Loki suggested.

‘Who do you have in mind?’ Thor asked.

A big grin formed across Loki’s face.

You were just reading a book in the living room when the Asgardians strolled into the room. You looked up, slightly confused when you could feel their eyes on you.

‘Oh… Hi.’ You waved shyly at them, well, mainly at Loki. You were usually so confident, even around The Avengers. But with Loki, he just made you feel like a shy giddy schoolgirl. You had the biggest crush on him.

Loki liked you, he liked your intelligence and how kind you were. You didn’t treat him different from the others, aside from being a bit shy around him. But he found that rather endearing. He had thought about trying to get you into his bed before, but you were too nice to simply be a one-night stand and he wasn’t sure if he was worthy of courting you.

‘Can we borrow you, love?’ Loki asked.

‘Yeah, sure. What can I help you with?’ You asked as you stood up, slightly keener than you had meant to be. But it made Loki smile with how keen you were to help.

You’d do anything for Loki, he just didn’t know it.

‘Let’s go somewhere more private.’ Loki reached out and gently took a hold of your elbow, he also grabbed Thor’s arm and he teleported the three of you to the privacy of his room.

‘My brother has some lady issues.’ Loki started after motioning for you to take a seat on the edge of his bed.

‘Lady issues?’ You raised an eyebrow, glancing at Thor.

‘He manages to scare away everyone he beds, taking his own pleasure and not thinking about the woman.’ Loki explained.

‘Oh… Uhm, how do you need me to help?’ You asked, a slight lump in your throat at discussing this kind of subject with Loki.

‘I wanted to go over a few scenarios with you, see which one appeals more.’ Loki sat down next to you, rather close. ‘You return from dinner with him, are kissed sloppily, more like a dog snogging you. You are manhandled onto the bed, clothes torn off and then you are roughly poked and prodded around your quim, not hitting any good spots at all. Then you are crudely invaded by a reasonably large cock, barely ready. Rammed into until he finds his pleasure, then without making you cum he simply rolls over and says how amazing it was.’

‘Like a DOG?’ Thor roared at Loki. ‘I think you’ll find’

Loki narrowed his eyes at Thor and cut him off. ‘Brother. Was I wrong with any of that description? Or was that pretty much how it went down with that woman I saw running away from you?’

Thor put his hands on his hips angrily and just snarled in response.

‘Does any of that appeal to you, darling?’ Loki asked you.

The only thing that did appeal to you was Loki’s voice telling it. ‘No, not at all.’

‘How about this scenario. You come back from dinner, you are invited into his room for a nightcap. As he hands you the wine glass, his fingers lightly brush against yours.’ As Loki spoke, he acted it out a little by brushing the tips of his fingers against your hand, making your breath catch.

‘He slips an arm around you to pull you in close to him. Brushes your hair back from your face,’ Loki looked at you intently and did as he said, smoothing your hair back behind your ear, then resting his hand on your collarbone. ‘Gently holding your chin, he leans in and kisses you softly, slowly working up to using his tongue in a gentle dance with your own.’

Your heart was hammering in your chest while Loki spoke, so sensual and intimate. You struggled to keep eye contact with him, instead looking at his lips.

‘Then he would slowly remove your clothes, kissing every bit of skin that became available to him. Before gently lowering you onto his bed beneath you. He would kiss and lick his way down, to then make you dance on his tongue. After you were well satisfied, he would take you. Slowly, intimately… Filling you with his cock, rocking into you deep while looking into your eyes. He would make sure that you came first around his cock, to feel you soaking and squeezing him, then he would explode within you.’ Loki’s voice caught in his throat slightly as he had moved a little closer to you, your beautiful scent capturing his attention. And his hand was still resting on you.

‘Loki?’ Thor asked, getting irritated.

‘Well, which is more appealing?’ Loki grinned and leaned back a little, not looking at Thor.

‘Uhm, tha… that last one. Definitely.’ You swallowed hard and nodded, trying to calm your racing heart down.

‘But how do I pleasure a woman? I never seem to even get that part right.’ Thor asked as he started pacing back and fore, clearly frustrated.

Loki rolled his eyes. ‘Do you even know the anatomy of a woman, Thor?’

‘Well, of course.’ Thor nodded, folding his arms over his chest.

‘Oh really? What is the name of the body part on a woman that is most sensitive to stimulation?’ Loki asked, he looked to you and winked.

‘Well, it’s the uh… Of course it’s the vagina.’ Thor chuckled and looked at you with a shrug.

Loki face-palmed and you started laughing.

‘It really is no wonder you can’t pleasure a woman.’ Loki sighed.

‘That’s why I need you to teach me!’ Thor pleaded.

‘You need to listen, didn’t you just hear the two scenarios?’ Loki snapped at him.

‘I need to be taught, I can’t just go by words…’ Then he stopped and looked at you, eyes wide as an idea hit him. ‘I need to be shown, physically!’

Your eyes then widened. ‘Oh no… No, no, no!’ You said quickly, shaking your finger at him.

Loki did look surprised at first too, but then he realised it might be the best way to teach his brother. As you looked at Loki, he gave you the best puppy eyes. ‘That might actually be a good way of teaching him.’

‘You can’t be serious?’ You asked Loki.

‘You trust me, right?’ Loki asked.

‘I do.’ You said quietly. ‘But that’s not the point.’

‘We will be respectful, darling. I will make sure that Thor behaves and does exactly as I tell him. It means you’ll get an orgasm or two out of it, too.’ He grinned cheekily. ‘I will personally guarantee it.’

You were already aroused and the thought that Loki would be involved was rather exciting, too exciting to pass on…

‘Ok…’

‘We won’t if you aren’t comfortable with it, love.’ Loki said softly and put his hand on top of yours.

‘No, it’s fine… I just uh, it’s been a while.’ You said shyly.

Loki took the lead at first, taking your hand and standing you up. He smiled warmly at you, then with regret he looked at Thor and stepped back, hands behind his back.

You weren’t attracted to Thor at all, though he was a kind hearted person. He just wasn’t your type. Even less your type when his brutish hands grabbed your upper arms and he pulled you into him, forcing his mouth upon yours.

You pushed at his chest to try and get him to stop as you couldn’t breathe, his tongue almost all the way down your throat.

‘THOR!’ Loki hauled Thor off you. ‘Did you not listen to a word I said?’

Loki ran his hand down his face and moved over to you, rubbing your back. ‘Alright, love? Not too traumatised?’

‘I’m fine.’ You smiled at him.

‘Alright, why don’t we try and just show him the right way to pleasure you?’ Loki suggested.

‘If… If you think that will work.’ You nodded slowly in agreement.

‘You can just lift your dress up and take off your knickers, if you wish.’ Loki said.

‘Ok.’ You nodded and did as he suggested, glad you weren’t going to be completely naked.

Loki helped you onto the bed and gave your arm a reassuring squeeze. He sat down next to you and motioned for Thor to begin.

‘Let’s see what I’m working with first.’ Loki drawled, he didn’t hold out much hope though.

Thor grinned and moved onto the bed, he grabbed your legs and pushed them apart roughly. You looked at Loki uncertainly, he reached over and rubbed your shoulder.

Thor looked at your cunt and he just started rubbing his fingers over you, then poked and prodded to try and get his fingers in, not aiming for anywhere in particular.

‘Ow! Thor!’ You hissed at him and tried to move away, he was being far from careful.

Loki pinched the bridge of his nose. ‘You need to be gentle, Thor. Not hard.’

‘I was being gentle!’ Thor argued.

‘Clearly not!’ Loki yelled at him and he shoved Thor out of the way. He took your hand and helped you up off the bed.

‘I uh, don’t think this is the best idea.’ You laughed a bit.

‘No, you’re right. I think the master needs to show him how it’s done from the beginning.’ Loki said cockily as he moved his hands to your hips. ‘If I may?’ He asked softly as he pulled you into him.

‘Uhm… Ye… Yeah.’ You squeaked.

Loki grinned at your shyness and trailed his fingers down the side of your face, then cupped your chin as he leaned in to kiss you. His lips moulded with yours gently, moving in such a nice way.

You ended up wrapping your arms around his neck as you melted completely into him. Loki had just started using his tongue when Thor coughed, getting impatient.

But Loki ignored him and continued to slowly seduce you, even though you were already putty in his hands from the moment he just laid eyes on you. But when he did start to undress you, it was a whole new kind of seduction.

He was slow, gentle, passionate, doing just as he’d described before. Kissing all over you as he removed your clothes, paying extra attention to your neck and when you whined at a certain spot, he made sure to zone in on that area.

You completely forgot that Thor was there, watching. You were so wrapped up in Loki, it was like you were alone with him only.

Loki carefully lay you down on the bed underneath him, he took your hands and slowly raised them up above your head, leaving them there as he started his journey down. Kissing and licking on his way, he prized your thighs apart and when you felt his warm breath against you, you almost bucked him right off the bed.

He chuckled and wrapped his arms tightly around your thighs, keeping you in place as he dove in. His tongue was like the devil as he licked long strips up and down, never keeping over your clit for long. When he had you squirming and begging for more, he concentrated on your clit, running his tongue over it firmly. He brought a hand down and added two fingers into the mix, carefully twisting and curling them until he found the right spot that had you howling as you had your first orgasm.

Thor was watching wide eyed from the side, having never seen a woman get off like that. He was hard in his trousers, so was just stood there squeezing himself.

Loki smeared his lips against your inner thigh, kissing you gently, slowly pulling his fingers out of you. He crawled up your body, suckling on your nipples on the way, making you moan.

‘Clean my fingers, love.’ He growled as he pressed them against your lips.

You opened and took them into your mouth, swirling your tongue around his digits, tasting yourself on him.

‘Good girl.’ He hummed. You could feel his erection against your thigh, through his leather trousers.

Thor coughed, clearing his throat. ‘Can I try now?’ He asked, stepping closer to the bed.

‘NO!’ Both you and Loki said at the same time, shocking Thor.

Loki looked at you with a big grin, you bit your lower lip and smiled up at him.

‘Get out, Thor!’ Loki barked at him when Thor was just hovering like an annoying fly.

‘I thought this was my lesson!’ He whined.

‘Not anymore.’ Loki growled and glared at him.

As soon as Thor left, Loki’s attention was back on you. He cupped your face and leaned down to kiss you again. ‘Mmm, I don’t think I want to share you with anyone anymore, now I’ve had a taste of you.’ He growled over your lips.

‘I don’t want anyone else.’ You whispered, wrapping your arms around him.

He smiled widely and nuzzled his nose against yours.

‘There is uhm… still more to your scene that you described earlier?’ You asked with a smirk.

‘There is indeed.’ He growled and kissed you again.

[fific7]

Into the Darkness / Part 2

The Darkling x Reader

A/N: This does not follow canon, it’s literally just lemon zest 🍋 ... I have a vision of Ben Barnes in his black Kefta and riding boots permanently stuck in my brain right now. Attempting to write it right out of there.

Warnings: 18+ please due to NSFW content. Some dom/sub interaction, being restrained, coercion, questionable consent (thankfully this takes place in a fantasy universe), sexual content including oral, loss of virginity, rough unprotected* sex. I don’t mention her actual age, but Reader is not underage.

*Irl, please don’t go wild in the country without protection.

[My GIF]

Your stomach clenched as now you knew what was going to happen next. You’d naively thought that perhaps he would allow you to sleep for the rest of the night. But judging by the predatory look on his face, that was not to be.

You took another sip of your water, you were having a little trouble swallowing as your throat felt raw from your earlier activity. He had taken to pacing again. He glanced over at you, stopping mid-stride.

“Hurry up!” he bit out.

You tried to take bigger gulps of the water, but started coughing. His face showed angry impatience. “What’s wrong with you?”

You tried not to whine as you said, “My throat is very sore, moi soverennyi.”

His face softened a little. “Very well, but don’t take all night. I need to have you. Now.”

Again, your stomach coiled in on itself. Yes, your throat was sore, but you were absolutely trying to stall.

Finally, the glass was empty, and you couldn’t put this off any longer. You shimmied back onto the bed, and lay down with your head on the soft pillows. You tried to appear calm, but underneath you were a seething ocean of nerves. Your stomach was heaving, your heart was pounding, your breathing was ragged.

“At last!” He lazily applauded you, the sound of his clapping hands ratcheting up your nerves even more. He moved to the lamps in the room and dimmed them.

He approached the bed, swirling open his Kefta as he reached you. You closed your eyes, and felt the mattress dip as first he knelt on it, then quickly moved astride you. “Open your eyes, girl!” he demanded, and you forced your eyelids to lift, chewing on your lip and meeting the slate-coloured stare looking down at you.

Once more, he undid his fly and laid aside his trousers and underwear. His cock was ramrod stiff again, and even although this was the second time you’d seen it in this state, you drew in a large breath. It just looked so huge. He was going to damage you, you were sure of it. He took in your wide-eyed, anxious look at his cock, and laughed out loud.

“You’re obviously nervous about this,” gesturing at his erect length, “...so I’m not going to prolong things.” He started moving closer to you, and you shrank back into the pillows. He laughed again. “Now come on, girl! The last thing I need is for you to pass out when I enter you,” he mocked. “Normally there is some enjoyment to be had before the deed, but you are so full of nerves that I’m going to take you now.... and I mean immediately. We can explore all the other options later.”

This did absolutely nothing to calm you down.

You realised that he was not going to get undressed, he was even still wearing his riding boots. You fleetingly wondered if he wasn’t prepared to let himself be the least bit vulnerable in front of you, while you were left to carry the anxiety and stress of losing your virginity to him all on your own. It didn’t seem fair. He was in fact being very businesslike about taking it, but he still had that ferocious gleam in his eyes, so perhaps he wasn’t as circumspect about it as he appeared.

He suddenly lunged at you, grabbing the hem of your robe with both hands and ripping it in two, catching you by surprise and leaving you gasping in fear. He pulled your shoulders up off the bed and pushed the robe down over them. He stilled for a few seconds, staring hungrily at your breasts, before pulling the robe out from under you and tossing it to the floor.

You belatedly tried to shield your breasts from his gaze with your hands, but he shook his head. “No! You don’t hide anything from me, you understand?” He pulled your hands away, and you let your arms fall limply onto the mattress. “Answer me!” he barked. “I understand, moi soverennyi,” you said feebly.

His large hands descended on your breasts, fingers roughly grasping at them for a few seconds before he leant over you, sucking and biting one of your nipples. He grabbed the other one and rolled it, hard, between his finger and thumb. You yelped, surprised at the arousal you felt.

Moving to your linen underwear, it was also ripped off you. Your mind wondered what on earth you’d wear tomorrow. His head dipped, and you almost screamed out loud when you felt his tongue between your legs. You tightly clenched your thighs together, shutting him out.

He sat up very suddenly and you thought for a second that he might slap you, but he merely said, “Open your legs again for me, little dove.” You whimpered but did as he asked. His head returned between your thighs, that tongue of his delving right into your core. You noticed that he was paying special attention to one particular part of your anatomy and every time his tongue travelled over it, a shock of pleasure shot through you.

After a few moments, he sat back on his knees, stroking his cock and spreading his precum over it as he did so. You followed his every move, mesmerised and afraid.

He leant towards you, saying in a low voice, “You’re starting to get wet. Do you feel that?” He grabbed one of your hands and brought it to what felt like a furnace heating up between your legs. You felt the wetness there. He continued, “The wetter you are, the easier it is for both of us, understand?” You nodded, like a schoolgirl with her teacher.

Staring intensely at you, he said, “You understand that my cock’s going to be completely inside you like before, just in a different location this time?” “Yes,” you replied. “It’s going to be there the whole time. I won’t be pulling out, even if you have pain. You just need to take it, do you hear? No refusing or trying to get away. And - listen to me, this is very important - there is one thing I require above all else. Are you listening?”

Again you nodded, “I’m listening, moi soverennyi.”

“I need you to really like taking it rough, hard and fast.” Your eyes dropped, that sounded too painful for your liking. He forced your chin up until your eyes met again, “And the best way for you to get used to it, is to have it that way your first time. This simply means that you won’t know any differently. So that’s how this is going to happen, and there will be no argument from you. You agree to obey?”

Your breathing hitched, you felt even more nervous than before if that was possible. Nevertheless you nodded, acquiescing in what was to be your fate. You couldn’t afford to displease this man.

He shrugged, “It’s just a matter of logistics, I just don’t have time for niceties. So I need you to be ready for me whenever I want to fuck you.”

He’d been distracting you by talking to you. Before he’d even finished speaking, you felt his tip between your legs and he immediately began sinking into you. You gasped and started whimpering, but he kept pushing, pushing, pushing into you without respite. You were so tense that he wasn’t making too much headway.

You heard an exasperated sigh, felt hands on your shoulders and then you were being shaken back and forward, like a naughty child. “Relax! You need to stop resisting me.” He sounded angry, impatient. You nodded, anxiously trying to comply. The feeling of pressure as he started pushing into you began once again.

You felt it all - every inch - as he pushed very roughly right inside you. As he did, you felt a very sharp pain in your abdomen and started to cry out, but it was quickly muffled by one of his hands pressing over your nose and mouth. He again thrust fully inside you, and the pain spiked once more. Thankfully it then began to subside, which was just as well as he’d immediately begun to roughly thrust into you at a ferocious pace. His hand was still blocking your gasps and cries, and tears were once again running down your face. The fingers of his other hand were biting into the flesh over your hip. Rutting into you, he was also gasping and groaning but managed to keep the volume down.

You felt as if he was never going to stop. He just kept on and on, and eventually you didn’t even have the energy to scream and cry any longer. Then you felt him tense up, his thrusts became jerky, and you felt the same rush of warmth inside your body as you’d felt in your throat earlier on.

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He pulled out of you, sitting beside you and reaching across to grab the damp washcloth from the bedside table. He quickly ran it around and over his cock and then tucked himself back into his trousers. Then he ran the washcloth over your lower body and legs, and you saw some streaks of blood on the cloth. I was right, you thought, he did damage me. He also saw the blood, and you saw a small smile appear on his lips. He began speaking to you as he continued to cleanse you, the grey eyes regarding you, his face serious.

“Good, very good - I’m pleased with you. You took my cock well, and apart from at the very start, didn’t fight it. It’s the best plan of action for you, little dove. Remember that. Never resist, just take it inside you without question when I want to fuck you, and things will go well between us.”

You nodded, but you were also annoyed at yourself. You’d felt pleased when he praised you. This guy had just taken your virginity - yes you’d agreed but not willingly - but now you were also happy about it? Your conflicted feelings really confused you.

Pouring another glass of water, he encouraged you to sit up and drink it. You struggled further up the bed and sat against the pillows, wiping the last traces of tears from your face as you did so.

You spotted your destroyed robe on the floor next to the bed, and leant down to retrieve it. It was promptly grabbed out of your hand and tossed to the far side of the room. He frowned over at you, “Now that I’ve seen you naked, that’s how I want you to be whenever we’re together.” You hung your head, nodding your understanding.

His eyes raked over your body, unashamedly staring at every inch of you. You blushed furiously; firstly, you weren’t used to anyone seeing you naked and secondly, you definitely weren’t used to anyone staring at you for so long while you were naked. Unconsciously your hands came up to cover your breasts and as before, he leant forward and pulled them away so that your breasts were visible to him again.

“No! What did I tell you??!!”

Your eyes filled again, and you whispered, “Not to cover myself, moi soverennyi.”

You picked up the glass of water and took a sip. As you did so, his hand shot out and grabbed one of your breasts, pinching the nipple as he did so. You jumped in shock, spilling your water down your chin and onto your chest. His thumb delved into the rivulet of water, rubbing the water across both of your breasts. Your nipples stiffened as the cold water hit them, and he bent down and licked the water off them and your breasts.

He sat back up, leaning forward and running his tongue over your wet chin and lips. “Put the glass down, now.” You hurried to do so, nearly missing the bedside table in your haste. “You need to get used to me touching you, woman. You’re mine to touch, wherever and whenever I want to. That’s how it is now. Understand?”

You nodded, eyes cast down. As if to further prove what he’d just said, he very deliberately placed his hands on your breasts and massaged them, for what felt like long minutes. He licked and bit your nipples while you squirmed, yelping at each touch. Suddenly his face was right in front of yours, his icy eyes staring intensely into yours.

He moved one hand downwards, and a long finger slid into you intrusively. You shot backwards, but he pulled you forward again with the hand that had remained on your breast. It returned there, and he continued roughly kneading at it, making you wince in pain. The finger inside you was joined by another one, and he thrust them abruptly in and out of you.

Suddenly his mouth was on yours, and you felt his tongue prodding at your closed lips. He drew back, “Open!” you heard, before his mouth was once again on yours. You parted your lips and his tongue slid past them into your mouth, invading it totally and moving over your own tongue.

This, combined with what his hands and fingers were busy doing, began to make you feel as if a tsunami was approaching you. You felt his thumb at your opening, rubbing, rubbing at you and suddenly that tsunami broke over you, and you screamed into his mouth, your body shuddering. He sat back, a triumphant look and a devilish smirk on his face. Your head dropped back onto the pillows, you were panting as if you’d just run a kilometre.

“That, my dear little dove, was your first orgasm. In other words, a sexual climax. Did you enjoy it?” he said in a languid tone. You looked at him, blushing deeply. There was no use lying, he could see that you did, so you nodded. “What do you say to me, hmm?” You were puzzled, “I don’t know.” He shook his head, “No manners. You thank me.” Now you understood. “Every time I give you an orgasm, you need to thank me.” “Thank you, moi soverennyi.”

A thought struck you. “Why did you call me ‘woman’ earlier? You always called me ‘girl’ before?”

“I’ve taken your virginity, and now you’re a woman, no longer a girl. But you have to learn how to behave like one. None of this shyness, jumpiness, hiding yourself. You have a beautiful, sensuous body which I will touch when I want to, and I will also have sex with you when I want to. I hope I don’t have to keep repeating this. Your duty is to submit to me always, it’s what you’ve agreed to.”

Your heart sank. He’d said ‘always’. You’d thought that maybe he’d keep you for a couple of weeks and then release you from your arrangement, and life would go back to normal.

You tried your damndest not to sigh as you said, “Yes, I did agree to that, moi soverennyi.”

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He’d lain next to you in the bed, on top of the covers while you’d sneaked under them, a chill raising goosebumps on your naked body. There was no protest from him, for which you were grateful. Your eyes drooped, you were emotionally and physically drained. You slept.

A hand was shaking your shoulder. Your eyes flew open, and for a split second you were totally disorientated. It was still dark outside. Then you saw his grey eyes staring into yours, and it all came flooding back. To put it bluntly, you were The Darkling’s new concubine.

You realised that he was now also under the covers, and with a shock, you saw bare muscled shoulders. Which meant that he was in bed with you, also naked. He’d waited until you’d fallen asleep before undressing, you thought. You tried to subtly move further away from him, but his arm snaked around your waist and dragged you against him.

“Moi soverennyi... why have you woken me?”

“Why do you think, little dove?”

You realised that this was to be your life from now on.

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[queerbrujas]

and every color illuminates

pairing: nate sewell x eva navarro rating: T word count: 1.4k warnings: very mild descriptions of pain and violent thoughts related to the turning (but really very mild)

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eva and nate, right after eva turns.

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Eva is sure she now has a good idea of what eternity feels like. A good thing, really, considering she is now facing it, no takebacks.

The pain—the agony, there is no other word for it—that seemed endless; screams that left her mouth until her throat felt raw only for it to immediately heal and start again. She is now aware of every single bone, every single muscle in her body and what it feels like for each and every one of them to burn in a way her anatomy studies could never have predicted.

The knowledge that it is her extensor muscles that are making her want to die does not seem very useful at the moment.

And it lingers. They told her many things about how it would feel, how it would hurt, but they did not tell her how it would linger, like a phantom limb does. Like the ghost of her humanity manifesting as a sort of pain that is not pain, but something that has settled deep in the marrow of her bones.

After the pain has faded, after she has stopped screaming and wanting to tear her skin apart with her own nails—and she has the strength for it now, could do it if she tried, though she wonders if her own instincts would stop her from doing so—after all of it has subsided, she is… restless.

She hasn’t been allowed to see anyone yet. Still under supervision, watching for signs of anything that might have gone wrong. It has been—she pauses to consider—six days, she thinks. It’s not easy to tell the passage of time here, but this is what she has gathered from what the doctors and nurses have said. Have told her.

She has so many questions.

Some of them are answered, like when the time for her first feeding comes. She has spent enough time with the doctors and the techs—some of them she knows from her own focus on biology and medicine research—that they are willing to discuss things with her, treat her as one of their own. Talk to her about blood types and sources, about how her body will absorb the needed nutrients.

Most of her questions, though, they go unanswered. She spends most of her time alone.

There isn’t much in the room she has been assigned, and she knows that must be intentional. Low light. Noiseless. A slight clinical smell, faint enough to not grate on her raw senses. The fabric of the bedsheets feels rough and coarse on her skin but she hasn’t needed to sleep for the past three days, so she just… sits. Paces. There isn’t much else to do.

She tries to test her new sensory abilities, but it’s difficult to tell how different things are when her surroundings are so very plain.

She waits.

She waits and waits. Someone tells her she will be able to receive visitors soon; she nods. She waits until—

She frowns. She has started to recognize everyone who comes to see her before they walk into the room, the cadence of their steps, their voices, the heartbeats. But this time there’s another one. She turns her head, a little too sharply, a little too fast, in the direction of the door—it’s further away, but it is unmistakable. It takes her a moment to recognize it, to know why it catches her attention so immediately, but a second later she is sure. That easy stride, that speeding heartbeat. She knows before she knows.

Her own heart beats faster in her chest and this time she can not only feel it in her temples but hear it, too. And fuck, she is holding her breath; she has been holding it for far longer than she’d realized, and how odd to notice that she has not needed to breathe at all, how odd now to experience what she already knew, what she had been expecting.

Her mind continues to race at a thousand miles per hour until it goes quiet, dead silent, because a moment later—as soon as the door opens—the only thing she can feel is him.

She wants to say the first thing that hits her (though in reality it all hits her at the same time) is the scent, both familiar and unfamiliar—familiar in that she could never mistake it for anything, for anyone else; unfamiliar in that it is so much more, richer and deeper and just more than she had ever noticed before. The scents of mint and tea and petrichor, now underlined and made stronger with hints of jasmine and of things Eva does not know the name of.

If she were counting, she would then say the second thing that hits her is the way he looks. She hasn’t seen him in… over a week—who’s counting anymore?—and the sight of him is like a shot of adrenaline straight into her system, like a jolt of electricity that stirs her alive, sends her into overdrive.

If she were counting, she would lose count at that point, because then, Nate speaks.

“Eva,” he whispers, breathlessly, the sound of her name in his mouth—the feeling of it, she does not know how to describe it except that she feels it—as welcome as it has ever been. His heart skips a beat when he says it and she knows this because she can hear it. She can feel the worry radiating from him, somehow, though what exactly makes her notice it she would not be able to say, not for a long, long time.

“Hi,” is all she manages in return, just as breathless, but smiling so wide her cheeks hurt. Nate’s concern eases at that and he returns the expression, though his heart still beats like a hammer in his chest, the vibrations of it landing on Eva’s skin. Her eyes flutter closed for a second at the sensation.

When she opens them again, she takes a step closer towards him and then—the third, or fourth or fifth, thing she notices—oh. The angle is different. She’s, she’s taller, now. She’d noticed that, could not have failed to notice that, but it is now, here in front of him, that it really registers.

Well, it’s not that different, except that she’s not wearing heels—she’s not wearing any kind of shoes—and yet it feels like she is.

An adjustment, yes, but not a terribly difficult one. She just needs a moment.

She blinks, once, twice, and a chuckle escapes him when he realizes what’s going through her mind (even that sound is different, deeper, richer. She wants to hear it again). She returns the laughter, though. It’s okay.

She stands in front of him, motionless, for a beat longer.

And it takes a moment, it takes conscious effort—her heart beats faster at the thought of touching him, now, as it had once a long time ago—but eventually she reaches out and brushes the tips of her fingers down his arm, trailing down until she reaches his hand.

The effect is both instant and overwhelming: it is only Nate. Nate, the warmth of his skin and, and—and so many things she cannot even begin to describe, senses she is not used to, she does not know if it is touch or smell or hearing but what she does know is that it is him and she is drowning in it. The room they are in is gone. The sounds outside are gone, the clinical smell, the voices of everyone around them.

It’s just Nate.

And before she loses herself to it—she wants to, oh how badly she wants to—she has to ask. She has to. She has to know.

She is breathless when the words leave her, her eyes wide and holding his gaze, “Is—is this how it feels for you?”

Nate doesn’t answer; instead, he twines his fingers with hers and there’s a soft look in his eyes when he asks a question in turn. “How does it feel?”

“Just… you,” is all Eva can say. “Everywhere. I can hear you and feel you and I don’t, I don’t have the words for it. I don’t know where it’s coming from. It’s just you.”

Nate grins then, a smile as wide as she’s ever seen on him, so bright and dazzling it makes his dark eyes sparkle. “Yes,” he says on a breath, and just with that one word she feels like she could cry (and it might be her imagination or just the way she herself feels, but he seems a little choked up, too).

[simprisottowriter]

Helloo can you write gyro headcanons ?UwU

Of course, Anon!! I'm so glad you're back with the requests, and it's as lovely as the previous one!! ♡ Gyro is a wonderful character and I'd be so happy to write about him :D {As this was a special request, I gave it my all! Even more headcanons than usual, hope I didn't tire you! Enjoy!}

°☆ Personality and Private Life☆°

◇ Making random conversations about any subject that comes in his mind is what he's amazingly good at. He always has something to say to spice up a conversation or change it in a whole different direction. Gyro is incredibly expressive, and even when he's thinking, you just know what is in his mind. Even if the person he is talking with isn't the talkative type, he'd help them break out of their shell with his silly jokes and the unpredictable ideas he spews. Loves it and becomes so excited when someone responds to his nonsense with more nonsense. Just imagine him annoying Johnny with so many questions as they are trying to sleep under the night sky of the desert.

◇ When he is very sleepy, or just has been woken up, he speaks in italian for quite some time without realizing it. He isn't a morning person, neither is Johnny and he has a difficult time getting up early. Would probably make coffee for himself but also for the person that woke him up too.

◇ Following the above statement, this man is an incredible cook! Italian cuisine is a must and he always swears by it!

◇ Loves things that shine! He doesnt like golden stuff because of their value, but because of how they sparkle!

◇ He has a fragrant leathery scent, with a faint hint of freshly brewing coffee. If comfort was a smell, it would be this.

◇ Cute things? He adores them! He has a collection of stuffed animals he treasures, and never shows anyone. Unless he really trusts them.

◇ Loves drawing and sketching, even if he is terrible at it. He admires his drawings and thinks of them as masterpieces nonetheless. You admit that they have a specific charm, right where they lack the skills in anatomy. His fridge's door is fully decorated with stickmen sketches. He is really trying his best!

◇ Makes up random songs for whatever he is doing at the moment. Especially while going on a walk, doing chores around the house, cooking or just lounging. His singing voice is also very melodic and such a delight to hear ♡ Listening to him sing and play the guitar on a night outside might be the best thing ever. Get ready to hear so many Fleetwood Mac songs from this man.

◇ Emanates warmth. Metaphorically and literally. He is just so warm all the time. Perfect for a hug or holding someone's cold hands!

◇ Whenever he is anxious or deep in thought, he twirls or toys with his loose hair strands, that usually rest on his shoulders. It's one of those habits he himself never notices until someone points it out.

◇ Shows his gratitude softly and subtly, through small things and actions. Giving a helping hand in tasks, teaching them of what he knows and generally making someone's day easier and interesting are what come naturally to him.

◇ Always tips more than the usual. He's careful with money but never cheap, and would probably spend or give most of it if he had plenty of it!

◇ Never. Stops. Talking. Really, that man loves talking. He mainly likes other's reactions about what he says. Really appreciates when his strangest ideas are being listened to.

◇ Loves stargazing and has an extensive knowledge about the constellations. He keeps pointing them out at the desert night sky, by Johnny's side. After that, Gyro would test him on this knowledge, just for the laughs. Even if he refused to answer to Gyro back then, I believe Johnny would remember them with such regret and point them out on his own, when Gyro left him forever ♡ :)

◇ Really protective of his close ones, and those who have been wronged. Would stand up for anyone he finds worth fighting for. He cares more than he ever shows, and appreciates it when someone reads this through him, as Gyro speaks through his actions.

◇ He's always a ray of sunshine whenever the days are dark. His humour and attitude can boost anyone's mood and fix any bad day. He's so uplifting and caring, even if he hides it behind his jokes most of the time. His signature smile is contagious!

◇ Loves playing some harmless tricks or pranks on his close ones. Inside jokes are his favourite things and show his personal trust in someone.

◇ Did I say that he is caring? Like, really caring! Even physically. A headpat or a pat on the back is his casual greeting to the ones really close to him. Hugs are very meaningful to him! It's one of the only things that put him back on track again.

◇ Other than being affectionate, he adores quality time more than anything. What saves him is someone listening to him. To his worries and inner feelings. Because only someone special to him would ever know how neglected and disregarded he feels. How insignificant and puny he felt when he dared to defend someone that was one step from death. And how he ended up constantly fighting to prove himself.

◇ Stronger than he could ever show or admit. Admirable courage. Abrasive, ambitious and competitive, but for a good cause. His sheer will has led him to where he is now, even if he had to leave everything behind just to fight for the weak. He would brush off any serious compliment about his personality or goals, but he deeply appreciates them :) Chaotic good, at its finest.

◇ Major flirt. Pretty obvious. He would be really playful and throw one-liners all the time when he finds someone that he likes enough. A simple touch on the shoulder would make his crush on someone even more obvious.

◇ Cursive handwriting, that usually comes off as unreadable, even if it is neat. His words are crowded and usually writes in lowercase.

◇ Behind the cheerful and cocky mask he puts up, he is a very complicated, deeply compassionate person, who overflows of empathy and altruism. He felt what his fate would have been from the moment he dared to oppose Marco's execution and joined the race, but he never gave up. It's in the Zeppeli blood to fight till the end.

[limerental]

Second fill for @witcher-rarepair-summer-bingo, yeehaw. For the prompt Role Swap

Relationships: Regis/Geralt/Yennefer

Rating: M

Content Warnings: references to murder, blood, stab wounds, and corpses of the canon-typical violence flavor, sexually suggestive dialogue, fade to black sex

Summary: Witcher Regis tracks an injured rogue vampire to druid Geralt's cottage.

“And what do we have here?” asked Regis, lacing his long fingers behind his back so that the cottage’s occupants could not see how they twitched to reach for his silver sword.

The woman at the table stretched her long legs and tossed her dark curls over one shoulder and smiled just enough for her slender fangs to catch the light. An ordinary man may have been distracted by her sensual lean in the rough-hewn chair, her fluttering eyelids dark with kohl, the fullness of her red lips, and even Regis, whose body had been mutated and reformed expressly for the purpose of resisting such a distraction, felt his slow heartbeat lurch in his chest at the sight of the strange and beautiful woman.

Or, more accurately, the sight of the woman’s dark fingernails tapping against the pulsepoint of Geralt’s wrist. 

Poor Geralt, who was only human, who in the decades that Regis had known him had never once avoided any trouble that came along, who refused to pack up his mama’s cottage and move into town where things were quieter and safer, who perhaps had not noticed the glint of the vampire’s fangs but very likely had and not been as afraid as he should have.

“Must I repeat myself?” asked Regis, doing his very best to remain civil until civility no longer benefited the human held in the creature’s grasp. 

Ordinarily, he would not fret so much over a single higher vampire, given that in all his years as a Witcher he had never known one to be any more dangerous to a man’s health than any other stranger, but he had been following rumors of a rogue, separated from her order and rejecting all principles of moral decency. 

Through the town of Rinde, Regis had followed a trail of fresh corpses, drained pale. All men, all of a certain social standing, and all unlikely to be missed overly much, but it was the principle of the thing. Namely, the most important principle being that Regis would be paid a very large sum by the mayor of Rinde if he brought back the vampire’s head.

At the site of the most recent killing, he had found a knife black with vampiric ichor held fast in the rigor mortis grip of a dead tax collector and knew at once where any creature of the night who knew anything would seek medical attention around here.

Regis sighed. Poor Geralt. He did not seem to be aware of his uncanny ability to summon danger to his little cottage at the edge of the wood, and he never turned away any of his wounded strays, not even the ones with viscera in their mouths and blood black as night and limbs cold and smooth as marble.

“My apologies, but I must ask one more--”

“What does it look like to you, Witcher?” asked the strange woman. An ordinary man would have been too distracted by the tap of her fingers against Geralt’s pulse to notice the pained wince as she shifted in the chair.

“Well, I can’t confirm such a thing without examination, but it looks to me that that freshly-bandaged wound to your gut will match the dagger I found on a murdered man this morning,“ said Regis, watching Geralt’s reaction as he spoke. No shock or horror showed on the man’s face. Under Regis’ scrutiny, he had the good sense to look sheepish, tucking an errant lock of auburn hair behind his ears and looking somewhere past the Witcher’s head rather than his eyes. “Geralt, my boy, you didn’t notice anything odd about the nature of this woman’s anatomy?”

“Yeah,” said Geralt. “Don’t know as much as you about higher vampires, but I figured gaping abdominal wounds aren’t standard.”

“Very astute,” said Regis. “Yes, most higher vampires only acquire those when their prey does not go down easily.”

“Prey?” The woman’s fingernails tapped against Geralt’s pale wrist. “I’m no predator, Witcher.”

“Your actions have been predatory. Three dead men is as many days.”

“Three men who have been more hostile to the people of this town than I could be if I stayed a year. I’ve killed the predators that you won’t, Witcher. Be grateful.”

“She’s not dangerous, Regis,” said Geralt. “She could have killed me by now.”

Regis pursed his lips while Geralt continued to make a dedicated effort not to look him in the eye. Regis had known the boy since he was a lanky teenager apprenticing with his mama, and so knew exactly what scene he would have walked in on if he had waited another hour.

Geralt very much had a type.

If Regis didn’t know the boy so well, he would almost believe the demure act. As if Geralt did not so frequently think with his cock when it came to dangerous and bloodthirsty creatures of the night. 

“You are very lucky that I love you, Geralt,” said Regis and watched a pink blush rise to the very tips of Geralt’s ears. 

He looked to the vampire. “May I ask your name?”

“Yennefer of Vengerberg. And you are?”

“Call me Regis,” he said, having long learned that trotting out his full name in situations like this was usually a waste of breath.

“Regis,” repeated the vampire, seeming to be tasting the name on her lips.

“Yennefer,” said Regis carefully as he made a show of relaxing his hands from behind his back, aware that he may next say the name while reading her last rites. “What are your intentions toward this innocent druid boy?”

“Regis, I’m half a century old.”

“Not now, dear one, this is an important conversation.”

“Mmmm,” hummed Yennefer, her violet eyes bright with amusement, the pull of her smirk doing nothing to hide the length of her fangs. “You’re an intelligent man, Regis. What would you deduce about my intentions?”

Taking in the scene before him, there were several things that Regis could deduce. He knew with the accelerated pace of higher vampire healing and Geralt's medicinal skills, her wound would be approaching a trifling scratch by now. 

He knew that said vampires only killed their victims in exceptional circumstances, that bloodlust did not compel or blind them, that bloodletting was more of an extracurricular activity than a requirement for sustenance, and that a vampire that broke from her coven would have no access to the resources and safety that such a group provided, leaving her to fight for scraps on the edges of society, endlessly targeted by human ignorance, forced to flee from execution over and over until she no longer could.

Her voice billowed like smoke. Dark fingernails, the black lacquer hiding the deadly sharpness, trailed along the blue veins of Geralt’s wrist. Her other hand traced the grain of the table, drawing closer to Regis with each sweep. 

At last, Geralt met his eyes, speaking without words in that endearing way he had perfected over their decades together. Sighing, Regis tugged at the buckle holding his swords to his back and set them aside. He stripped off his bracers and leather overcoat, watching Geralt swallow hard as he did so.

“I must confess that as I am incapable of reading thoughts, I know very little of your intentions, Yennefer,” said Regis. He toed off his travelling boots and set them neatly by the door, then stood with his hands on his hips in stocking feet before them. “On the other hand, I have been intimately involved with Geralt for most of his life, and I have no need of mind reading to be certain that his intentions include tempting the both of us into engaging in a number of truly debauched acts in the back room of this cottage until he no longer remembers his own name. Am I wrong, dear?”

“Rarely are,” said Geralt, a touch breathless.

As Yennefer’s clawed fingers curled to tug at his arm until he settled himself neatly in her lap, the human's smile was anything but sheepish.

[writtenonreceipts]

If you have time! If you don’t no worries! 111. “You can’t just hug me and think everything’s okay.” For Rowaelin, Rowan cheats make it angst. Don’t beat yourself up about your writing! Thanks! 😍

Thanks for the prompt!  This was interesting to write, I deff pulled on my years of watching FRIENDS and Greys Anatomy for this, haha.

Also, no matter what happens, my friends in America, we can get through this.

 Warnings: Angst. 

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“All I’m saying is that you’re not supporting me in this,” Aelin said.

She threw her purse down on the dining room table of the small apartment she shared with her best friend, Lysandra.  It was a tiny place, but it was cheap and neither girl made much money.  But they loved it.  Aelin had spent all her spare time fixing the place up and shopping clearance racks at the home furniture and renovation stores to make their home more inviting.

“I do support you,” Rowan said.  Again.  

It felt like it was all he ever said these days though Aelin could never see the fruits of his words.

She ran a hand through her hair and sighed.  “Then what's the problem with me going on this trip for work?  Is it because Sam will be there? And Chaol?  Do you not trust me?”

Rowan froze on his trip to the fridge.  He turned around to look at her, his green eyes digging into her. “What?  Fireheart, of course I trust you.”

“Then what’s the problem, Rowan?” Aelin asked.  “This trip could mean so much for me.”

“We barely had any time together this whole month,” Rowan said.  He looked as though he wanted to say more but he bit the words off, turning back to the fridge.

“You knew this would happen when I accepted this job,” Aelin insisted  for what felt like the millionth time this past month. “We both did.”

Rowan grunted and grabbed a beer from the fridge.  He popped the top off without second thought and took a long sip.

Aelin waited in silence until he was done.  Until almost half the bottle was drowned.  She waited, hands on her hips where her stupid pantyhose were digging into her gut and the waist band of her skirt didn’t help any.  She looked gorgeous today and the only person who had complimented her had been Sam.  If Aelin really wanted to, if she really wanted to piss Rowan off she would tell him.  Let him know that another man was checking her out.

Because for as much as Aelin loved Rowan, lately she’d felt like they’d barely been treading water in their tumultuous relationship.  She felt like they were adrift in a seat of rapids and maelstroms.  For as much as Aelin loved Rowan, she felt like their relationship these days was slowly drowning her.

“So what you’re saying is that our relationship is alright to sacrifice for the sake of your career?” Rowan asked.  

The words were cold and hard.  They struck Aelin and latched onto her heart tugging sharply.

“Excuse me?” she asked.  The words were barely more than a whisper.  She couldn’t seem to bring herself to speak any louder.  It took all her energy to even be able to scrap those two together.

“You care more about this job than us,” Rowan repeated, not backing down from his previous statement.

Aelin dragged her hand over her face.  So many different things were working through her body.  Anger among them, but never before had she felt such a strong desire cry.  Her chest tightened with each passing second.

“How dare you,” she finally said.  She tore off her coat and flung it down beside her purse.  “How dare you say that.  I’m doing something I care about Rowan.  I am trying.  I am trying to be better than I have been before, to be better than the spoiled rich girl that would never amount to anything than daddy’s fortune.  I found a job I love, one that can help us, help me, get a little further than this place.”

She gestured around the apartment with all the decorations she had managed to scrape together and the small collage she’d made of pictures of them.  There were the mismatched chairs for the dining room table they’d found at a garage sale, a lamp that seemed to be paying homage to the garden gnomes, and even the rug that took weeks to get the stink of cat out of it.  It was all there's.  What they had tried to make together.

“I get that,” Rowan said carefully, though she noticed how white his grip had become on the bottle of his beer. “You know I do and I am proud of you for that, but we hardly see each other anymore.  I’m tired of our relationship being texts and missed calls.”

Aelin shook her head and paced the kitchen. “I can’t keep having this same argument, Rowan.  It’s going to drive me insane.”

“I’m trying to offer solutions.”

“No, you're offering me ultimatums.”

They stilled.  Noise from the streets below filtered into the apartment.  A police care zipped passed and the lights of the siren reflected through the windows in the living room.

“I need a break,” Rowan said.  He downed the rest of his beer and grabbed his keys from the table.  “I can’t do this right now.”

“Rowan,” Aelin said as he stalked past her, he didn’t look at her, “Rowan Whitethorn.”

The door slammed behind him.

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When Rowan entered the bar, he slumped down on the first open stool he found.  He didn’t remember ordering but found a whiskey passed his way.  And another.  And another.  

Too often lately did he find himself in this bar.  It was one that his friends rarely came to.  One that Aelin never visited.  It was dimly lit with a few tables scattered about.  No dance floor.  Occasionally there was an open mic night for wash-up bands or slam poetry.  It was a place one could easily go unnoticed in.

Someone slid into the stool next to him, but he didn’t look up.

“Another round, Cain,” a soft, musical voice said.

Rowan looked up as another whiskey found its way into his hands.  The woman seated beside him had rich brown hair pulled into a messy ponytail.  Loose strands framed her round face and brought out her chestnut eyes.

“You look like you could use a distraction,” she said.  A knowing smile flitted across her mouth as she leaned into him, one hand brushing up his thigh. “I’m Lyria.”

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It was seven in the morning when Aelin found herself outside Rowan’s apartment.  She’d texted him twenty minutes ago saying she wanted to stop by before work.  Even though she knew it would only result in another frustrating argument--she wanted to try.  She needed to try to make things better with Rowan.

He buzzed her up just as the front doors to the building ratted open and a young woman stepped out.  She was pretty, Aelin noticed immediately.  Even with her disheveled hair and clothing that let everyone know what she’d been up to the night before.  But she smiled confidently at Aelin as she held the door open.

Aelin frowned, glancing at the woman's shirt, tucked into her black skirt.  It looked familiar, though Aelin couldn’t quite place it.  She shook the thought off as she got on the elevator, rehearsing what she would say to Rowan the entire way.

I love you.  I’m sorry.  We can make this work.  We can do better. We can make it through this.

She was almost ready to suggest therapy.  Because in all honesty, despite how hard things had been, she’d always imagined a life with Rowan.  A long life together.

The first words were on the tip of her tongue as she knocked on his door.  He opened it.  Not an ounce of sleep remained on his face.  Rather, he was alert.  Strange, he slept in as long as possible until his nine o’clock shift started just down the street.

“Hey,” she said, her speech forgotten.  She was just grateful to lay eyes on him after her texts went unread all last night.

“Hey.” His voice was soft, almost too soft, but he opened the door for her to come in.

The apartment was familiar and almost as much a home to her as her own place.  Not only because they were dating but because he lived with her cousin, Aedion.  But it seemed like Rowan was home alone.  Not surprising considering how Aedion was practically living with his girlfriend Lysandra.  

“I was worried about you,” she said, turning to face him as he shut the door.  “You didn’t reply to any of my messages.”

“I was drunk,” he said.

True enough, despite how awake he was, Aelin could see his bloodshot eyes and the rings under his eyes.  He looked like hell.

“I want to talk,” she said.  Her hair was in a messy side bun that allowed for loose tendrils to wave in her face.  Brushing them haphazardly aside she eyed Rowan as he stood bare chested before her, his gym shorts slung low around his hips.  A black shirt was balled in his fists.

His mouth worked silently as he stared at her, as he stared at her with broken eyes and...shame.  But it was not the sort of shame Aelin had expected.  Especially not when he dropped his gaze almost immediately from hers.

“I want to talk too,” he said, the grip that he had on the shirt tightened.

“I want to make this work, Ro,” Aelin told him before he could continue. “I know it’s been hard, but I love you.  I need this to work.”

It wasn’t the speech she had planned on, but the words were simple and got her point across.

“Aelin,” Rowan rasped, stepping away from her. He raised a hand to tug through his hair that had grown out in the past month.  It wasn’t quite as long as when they’d first gotten together, but it was distinctly longer that Aelin remembered it being for a while. 

Aelin waited for him to keep talking, but his voice trailed off slowly.  She tilted her head to the side, dread began boiling in her belly though she had no idea where it could be coming from.  This was Rowan after all.  Still, she couldn’t shake the feeling that something was wrong.

“Rowan,” Aelin said slowly.  But now she was the one who couldn’t continue.  Not when there was a ling scent in the apartment.  Something like flowers.  Not when the couch was in disarray and the pillows strewn about.

“I made a mistake,” he said.

And then Aelin knew.  The girl she saw leaving the building wearing that familiar shirt.  It was only familiar because it was a shirt Aelin had bought for Rowan months ago.  She stumbled back a step as the truth came to her. No matter how badly she wanted to believe it wasn’t true she couldn’t convince herself otherwise.

“I was drunk, dammit I was so drunk,” he said.  His voice kept coming.  That voice that had brought her so much pleasure was now a screech to her ears. “Baby, I didn’t even realize what was happening before it happened.”

He wouldn’t shut up.

Aelin was aware of the rambling though none of it made sense.  Because her Rowan wouldn’t do this.  Her Rowan never could have done this.

She didn’t notice when he stepped forward, one hand extending towards her.  When his hand landed on her shoulder, she flinched away.

“Fireheart.”  He pulled his hand back, but kept moving closer until she could feel the heat rolling off his body.  Until she could practically smell that floral perfume on his body.

“No, don’t you dare.” snapped.  Pushing him away she glared up at him.  A mix of pleasure and misery worked through her when she saw the anguish on his face.  Her emotions quickly melted into nausea.  “Who was she?”

Rowan stared at her. “I don't--”

“Who the hell was she?”

Rowan swallowed stiffly. “Her name was Lyria.  She was at the bar with me last night.  Dammit Aelin, I never wanted this to happen.”

“Then why did you let it?” Aelin couldn’t help the way her voice broke, the way tears burned in her eyes.

She was too busy trying to keep herself in one piece that she didn’t step away when Rowan moved for her again.  His arms came around her in a quick, warm embrace and his voice rumbled in her ears.

“I’m sorry, I’m so sorry.  You have to believe me.”

“No.” Aelin said again.  Firmly pushing him away she spun around toward the door and dragged her fingers beneath her eyes. “You can’t just hug me and think that everything’s okay.”

“Aelin,” Rowan tried speaking again, but Aelin was already ripping his door open.

She stared at him as tears leaked down her cheeks. “You were the one person I never thought would hurt me like this.”

“Aelin!”

She slammed the door behind her and ran for the stairs of the building.  There was no sound that he was coming after her, but Aelin wouldn’t take chances.  She ran down the stairs and for the door.  She didn’t stop running until her car was speeding down the highway and she was flinging out a hasty text that she wouldn’t be into work that day.

And as she drove Aelin found that she had no idea where she was going.  The city rushed by in hasty disarray and still she drove.  Faster and faster.  And she didn’t think she would ever come back.

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tags:  @tottenhamboys20 @morganofthewildfire  @elinchocolatelover @more-espresso-less-depresso-xx

[starshipsofstarlord]

Vargulf |Roman Godfrey

Summary: There have been another set of murders in Hemlock Grove and all the evidence is pointing to it being another vargulf. Your brother Peter, your boyfriend Roman and yourself are all on the hunt for it so that the deaths come to a stop.

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You listened quietly, sat on the sofa in your little old caravan as Peter and Roman spoke. There had been deaths, a dozen or so. They were murders, of boys and men. None of them seemed to have a strong link that connected them. Death wasn’t unusual in Hemlock Grove, but most of this evidence wasn’t adding up.

“It’s a fucking vargulf, I'm telling you man." Roman was clearly stressed about the situation, they had already dealt with one sick werewolf. And now another was ripping male anatomy off, letting them bleed to death. It couldn’t have been more inhumane. 

"Shee-it, I think you're right." Peter raked his hands through his hair. Christina had became a werewolf because of him, and now someone else decided to proceed with the transformation. It was always a risk for a newcomer into wolf territory, they had already been sick enough to turn themselves into a monster.

You frowned. Christina had been a nice girl, and it made you think that this new Vargulf could be disguised as anyone. "How are we supposed to find it?" You hated the thought of having to search for a blood thirsty monster, but it would be the only way to stop it.

“Bait.” Roman answered, coming to sit down beside you. Peter only shook his head in thought.

“We can’t do that, at least not yet. We don’t know why it’s targeting these guys.” Roman only smirked, and then commented.

“Then we’ll just have to find a way to piss it off.” That would be difficult, seeing as none of you knew who it was, but Roman did a pretty good job naturally at annoying people. His rich boy attitude got to everyone.

“Great idea, and then you’ll get killed.” You said, rolling your eyes at his stupidity. “Maybe it’s after revenge of some sort, it might know the victims.”

“Well there’s a wide gap between all of them, so we can’t be certain.”

…..

Destiny stiffened from where she stood leaning over the table that held a newspaper. The paper detailed all of the recent deaths, the ones the assumed vargulf had committed. She looked at Roman in particular. 

"Can you clear your mind Godfrey, your thoughts are distracting." This only built confusion in Peter's mind. How could ones thoughts be that loud. "

“What's he thinking about?" Your brother asked, opening his blue eyes to look at Destiny. It was bugging her enough to implement her magic.

“You don’t want to know.” As she said that she looked in between of you and Roman.  His imagination was very vivid, too much for her liking. It was creating a barrier in the room so that she couldn't access the things that the pair of boys had missed in their freaky dreams.

 "Is it relevant?" Peter held out hope. They couldn't miss a trick, even if it was of the mind. There could be a clue, a detail of aid, something that could point them in the right direction to search.

 "No." Destiny cringed, not being able to help seeing Roman's desire to have his hands all over your body. You were her cousin, she didn't want to see the intimacy that was strung between you and your boyfriend. That was for you too alone, but it was Godfrey's fault for keeping it replaying in his mind.

 She knew she'd regret it, but she searched as Peter had wanted her to. And then she saw it, on your naked body. Roman clearly hadn't noticed it, his mind was too preoccupied with the thought of fucking you. But there was a scratch, running down your side. It looked as though it was given by another wolf, a viscous one that had turned on its own kind. 

“Maybe.” Then your cousin turned, looking at you. “Lift your shirt.” When you hesitated, she did it for you, seeing the mark against your skin.

As she looked, so did you and the others. It was a wound, thinly dug into the skin but still there.

"What happened?" Roman asked quietly. He really hadn't even noticed it when he had been thinking about the nudeness of your body bit now his eyes were trained on it.

"I don't remember." You frowned.

Peter came closer, inspecting gashes in your skin. They weren't just cuts, they were claw marks.

The vargulf did this. It had to be it.

…..

It was a dead end. It all was. The pattern was broken for there was another body, and it was a girl. The first girl to have fallen victim to the vargulf.

Peter throws the newspaper onto the coffee table, Roman staring at it with beady eyes.

It held no answers, it only threw you all further off track. Perhaps there were no answers. Maybe it just wanted to drain the blood from the humans by clawing at their necks.

"This doesn't make any sense!" Your boyfriend exclaimed, reaching into his coat pocket for a cigarette and a lighter.

He lit it, taking a deep drag to calm himself. You wished it was that easy for you, but it really wasn't.

"When does anything make sense in this town?" You asked rhetorically.

Although you werent seeking a counter response, you received one from your brother anyway.

"Go on." He gestured with both his voice and hand, taking a cigarette from Roman.

"Maybe it isn't supposed to make sense." You suggested, snagging a cigarette. You refrained from lighting it until your point got a cross. "I mean Christina killed because of different emotions. She was sick, and angry at her so called friends, and jealous of Letha. Perhaps this is the same."

The mention of Letha Godfrey dulled the room, but opened a chance for some optimism in the case.

For all any of you knew, you were right. There was a murderer, but it's intentions were not clear yet.

…..

Shelley aimlessly wandered her family's grounds, admiring the beauty in nature. The roses were just beginning to bloom from the bushes, their frames hardened by the sight of protective thorns.

Out here, away from the world, it was quiet. Peaceful. There was no one to make judgements about her, or a reason to feel insecure. Like the roses, Shelley's appearance was toughened by thorns. No one liked the spiteful pricks but they tolerated them for the flower.

The girl continued to walk, but stopped once she had a twig snap. The sound was not the doing of either of her large feet.

Looking up, she saw a beast she had ran from before. A white wolf, watching her with its yellow eyes.

It was truly beautiful, but danger poisoned its aura. The animal tilted its furred head, licking its black lips before trotting through the hedges, presumably returning to its den in the woods.

Once it was gone, she went inside of her imprisoning home, rushing to the kitchen, the private one where her mother was smoking a cigarette.

"There was a wolf in the garden." She typed out, allowing the machine to talk for her.

Olivia hummed in reply, flicking the ash from the tip of the fag.

"It is a wild animal dear." Her voice was clear. "Let it do what it must to survive, even if it means crossing out land in the meanwhile."

This confused Shelley. Any other time, her mother would have called in a hunter to shoot the pest dead.

But not this time.

…..

A man rapped his fingers against the door of Godfrey manor, well aware of the badge that was tucked in his pocket. In response to his knocking a woman came to the door,slinking her slim and long frame upon the case of the doorway.

Olivia Godfrey. He had heard of this woman. Fierce. Beautiful. Enticing. Extremely wealthy. Dangerous.

There had been whispers in the woodwork of the town of her being the cause of missing persons. It seemed absurd to suspect a widow of such horrors, but she was not just a mourning wife.

She was a mother, not only to her children but to an extraordinarily large company. It was known as the white tower, but it held no purity in its blank walls. Only secrets in hidden rooms and a whole team serving away at her whim of command.

The front door opened, revealing a middle aged woman, glorified in a lacy black dress, unashamed of how she appeared to the stranger. Olivia could see his badge that was attached to his belt. It was clear that she had glanced at it, but she brushed her hair away from down the front of her shoulder and focused back on his face.

“What can I do you for officer?” She was suspicious of his presence, she leant against the door, making sure he was unable to peak inside of her home. But at the same time, she could not be seen as the villain. She had done nothing wrong anyway, or had Olivia had some involvement?

“As I’m sure, you have heard of the recent deaths.” Olivia’s cheeks hollowed and her arm trailed down her body and pulled the skirt of her dress down.

“Such a shame.” She admitted she had, shaking her head in pity. The investigator nodded his head in agreement, having felt the loss of the young lives when going over each piece of evidence of the victims.

“There has been word of people seeing a white wolf - again. You haven’t happened to see it prowling your grounds by chance, have you?”

Olivia furrowed her brow, thinking tentatively. “I can’t say that I have.” She answered, watching as hope fell from the stranger’s face.

“Would you call the station if you hear anything? As soon as we get a sighting, we’re going to put a bullet through the beast.” It almost sounded like a threat in Olivia’s eyes, but she knew it wasn’t. This man was scared of the dangers that hunted in nature, and was now creeping into the town and murdering humans.

“Of course I will.” She smiled at him, Once he turned and began walking away from her house, she shut the door, peaking through a window before returning to her guest, “Where were we?”

She discarded of her robe, as Norman sat on the couch, with a glass of scotch in his condemning hands.

Shelley lightly stepped back up the stairs, confused by her mother’s truth. Only mere hours prior she had told her mother of what she had seen in their large garden. A wolf had been looking at her, and then ran back off into whence it came. The woods.

Olivia had lied. But why?

….

A young man lay on the metal table, with ambient lights reflecting down onto his fatal wounds. Price took note of the individual teeth marks that were visible in his skin. He had heard of werewolves, via Olivia, who had told him of the pest that Peter was.

He was fine, examining the body in complete silence, other than his recorded points, but he shouldn’t have expected it to last. At least not in the Godfrey Tower.

The door to the private space was slammed open, by none other than the heir of the company himself. Roman. He had no regard for manners, Price thought. He did as he pleased, although he wasn't inherently to blame for that, he was raised under a roof where he was taught that was acceptable. 

“Is that the last victim?” Roman had to ask, he could never be sure with Price’s experiments. 

“You shouldn’t be here Roman.” His voice was monotone, unsurprised from the boy’s intrusion. It definitely wasn’t the first time that he had just waltzed into his workspace, that was for sure. Price sighed, looking at the teenager who was peering at the large bitemarks in the corpse. “Why are you here, did your mother send you?”

“No, I need answers.” He only earnt a shake of the head from the scientist.

“This matter is confidential Roman, I can’t tell you anything.” It was a part of the code that he had taken. This was business elevated in the roles of silence, and he wasn’t supposed to share the details that he had found or would find.

“Please.” It was a foreign word for him. “If that thing is out there, and it is a vargulf, the cops aren’t going to know how to stop it. But me and Peter can, so if you discover anything that could remotely help, you have my number.”

A knock came on the door. “Sir, there’s an officer here to see you.”

Price turned to Roman, looking at him with nervous eyes. “It’d be best if you left Roman, we don’t want you getting yourself into any further trouble.”

Huffing, Roman took one more glance at the body, sporting a disgusted expression as he did so. He was eager to find this mutated, sick werewolf and end it, not only for his family’s safety, but for the creature’s own mercy.

…..

Roman walked through his door way into his bedroom, throwing his black coat to the floor. But when he looked up his bed wasn’t empty, you were seated on it, sporting one of his shirts and a worried expression.

“Where were you?” You stood, slowly gliding over to him, reaching up to cup his face. He was visibly tense, it was easy to see that his back wasn’t completely straight and his cheeks were puffed out from his vigorous breathing.

“Went to see Price, who is fucking useless like usual.” He went and sat on his bed, which you joined him on, stroking his tense shoulders. “He’s not even paying mind that it's a vargulf, how fucking dumb can one person be?”

“Maybe he doesn’t want you involved, because if you go headfirst into this mess, there’s a chance that Shelley will be pulled into it eventually as well. He cares about her, and in his own, silent way, about you too.”

Roman let the corners of his plump lips turn up at your words. “You really do know how to cheer a guy up, don’t you?”

At that you smirked, leaning closer to his porcelain ear, whispering into the suggestive canal. “Honey, there’s plenty of ways that I can cheer you up.” You tugged his earlobe between your teeth, prompting a growl to spark from his mouth.

“Get to it then Romaneck.” You shoved his shoulders from the front so that you had room to straddle the tall boy.

“Gladly.”

…..

When you awoke, Roman was still asleep, softly snoring into the pillow whilst his nude body was covered by the white duvet. It brought a smile to your face to see him so relaxed, with the vargulf on the loose, he was stressing again. He thought he had to find it, that it was his responsibility to keep the whole town safe from any mythical threats.

But it wasn’t. He deserved to be a teenager, have no worries about the fact that you lived in a mobile home in the middle of the woods, or the fact that one day someone would try to hurt you or use you for what you were.

Groggily, you got up, making sure that Roman was still covered so that the cold wouldn’t wake him up. You went to the bathroom attached to his bedroom to brush your teeth, but you paused that thought as you  looked into the mirror to see a part of you had somewhat aged.

A streak of white was in front of your face, it was a large section of your hair. This needn’t have worried Roman, and so you manoeuvred yourself out of his room quietly as to not wake him, and hurried down to the kitchen where you were met with the woman of the household sat, stirring her tea.

“Sweetie.” She gasped dramatically at seeing the strands. She stood walking towards you and taking the hair between her fingers. “We can fix this before anyone sees.” She reassures you, guiding you to the bathroom, grabbing a gold box from under the sink.

“Were you anticipating this?” You asked warily, watching as she emptied the (Y/H/C) dye into a small bowl.

“Of course I was, we have to delay this. You know what, after we sort this mess, I will arrange an appointment with Norman for you. He’ll help.”

She got a dye brush, and began combing the colour through your blank piece of hair.

To the both of your dismays, neither of you had heard Shelley coming down the stairs and into the kitchen. It was untimely, and unknown to the pair of you.

…..

The scientist gripped his tweezers, plucking the ounce of evidence from the body. From initial sight, he could tell that the lost hair that he had discovered was human, and the complete opposite colour from the dead boy’s. His actions were glorified through speech as he recorded his process, ending with a full stop to complete his sentence.

He would have to get it analysed, so that the owner could be uncovered, and the monster behind the murders revealed. Once he removed his gloves, he took a hold of his cell phone, and called someone that he felt indebted to.

“Roman, it’s Price.” That was his opener, quite simple for the information that he was about to reveal. “I found a human hair on the body, belonging to another that is not the victim. I’m getting it tested, I will let you know the result later, once it has been processed.”

As he put the phone down, the door to the room was opened, by none other than the wolf that walked upon the sheep. “Yohan.” She greeted him broadly, and so he replied just as dryly.

“Olivia.” His voice drawled out her name, unimpressed with her timing. A Godfrey always managed to show themselves at the worst times, perhaps it was on purpose. It was in the majority's nature to be filled with the thrill of darkness and deceit. 

“A little birdy told me that you found something on the body...” She didn’t clarify whom said snitch was, but she dragged her manicured hand along the counter, until she came to the see through bag that contained the single (Y/H/C) hair.

“Olivia, I cannot let you take that, it’s evidence.” He tried to reason with the woman, but he should have realised that that would have little to no affect.

Instead, she rose thin eyebrows at the man, and put her foot down with her ample excuse. “Is this not my company Price?” She used the power spell of control, and before he could divulge that her ownership only came through marriage, and that Norman and Roman were the true heirs, she was gone.

The evidence went with her.

…..

The site of the caravan was an alienated space to Olivia, yet she still walked through the dead leaves and mud in her heels, until she reached the hammock, which you so happened to be seated in.

“It is done (Y/N), and now you can continue working for me, and earn yourself a little money.” She sat beside you on it, making it sway. “This was never my intention, to get you sick, I told you that you could stop anytime little one.”

She stroked your hair, resting her head upon it stoically. It was a strange exchange of contact for her, but she found herself not minding it. “We can try and get treatment for you though, to either delay or erase the aftermath of your  forced transformations.”

At that you finally spoke up. “I don’t trust Price.” Yet somehow you trusted Olivia herself... “And that would be unnatural. Running off into the woods as a completely wild animal doesn’t sound so bad anyways, it would be like starting a new life and leaving this one behind.”

Your confession saddened her just a little. “If that is what you want, but I will tell you this now. I liked you the second that my son brought you in that door, you were better than any of those other girls that he dragged in for pleasure. He was enamoured with just the sight of you, sitting there at the kitchen table, thanking the butler and laughing with his sister.” 

That would be one thing that you knew that you would miss. Roman. And then also your brother, Peter. But they could survive without you, they were both strong. They had moved on from Letha, so they could do the same with you.

…..

Roman frowned when his phone call with Price ended. “It’s gone, our lead is no more.”

At his statement, Peter spoke up from where he was seated at Roman’s bedroom desk. “Surely it couldn’t just disappear.”

“It didn’t.” Was all Roman said before he stormed out of his room and began rushing down the stairs, to see his mother just walking in the front door. “You.” He accused her.

“Me?” She acted offended, placing a hand above her heart.

“You took the evidence of the vargulf.” Price had told him as much. The man had seen it with his own eyes, she couldn’t lie her way out of this one. Nothing said that she couldn’t dodge it though.

“It’s been pleasant to chat boys, but I have an appointment with your uncle.” And with that, she had retreated back through the front door.

Roman turned as he heard Shelley walking down the stairs, closest to Peter.

“Go back to your room Shells.” He sighed, annoyed with the fact that they had hit a dead end. But Shelley made no attempt to move, instead she took the tablet out in front of her.

“I’ve heard mother speak, I know who the vargulf is.” Both of their eyes went wide. Maybe they didn’t need to interrogate Olivia after all.

…..

The man in uniform, that had started his career on a peculiar case rapped his knuckles against the gypsy’s door. This far out into the woods, someone would have been bound to see something.

The line was still faded to whether it was a person or an animal. But he was determined to find the truth, because no matter what was at fault, people were still dying.

The door opened, revealing a teenager with stark white hair. “Can I help?” Your legs bounced as you leant against the door frame. Your body was itching to transform again.

“Are your parents in?” At that you shook your head, thinking about the fact that your father was no longer in the picture. That made Peter the man of the house, the dominant one. You’d show him...

“No, but is there anything I can do to help?”

The inspector got out his notepad, preparing to scribble on it with any information that he could extract from you. “Do you know anything about the deaths? Like, have you seen a wild animal lurking around or such?”

With that, you stepped away from the door, allowing him space to enter, to which he did. “I’ll tell you everything that I know.” You smiled.

Or maybe you could show him.

…..

Peter ran to his home after getting out of Roman’s car, seeing the inspector’s body mauled in the doorway, blood falling down the steps. But the body wasn’t alone, the wolf - you, were growling from inside the caravan, your newly white fur smeared with marks of red.

“(Y/N)?” Peter cautiously spoke. They had wanted to find the vargulf, but not like this. It was supposed to be someone else, not his sister.

You had no response to the name, but your head perked up at the sound of your boyfriend’s voice.

“Baby, it’s me. Roman.” He took a couple of strides forward, even though Peter had tried to pull him back. You tilted your furry head, slowly leaving the caravan and walking towards Roman. “Hey, it’s okay.” He told you, and you sniffed his hand, nudging it with your wet nose. “We can get you help, fix you.”

Roman pretended that he wasn’t crying, and went to kneel down in front of you, but Peter stopped him, triggering backlash from you. He had grabbed him by the shoulder, pulling him up, and in a quick motion, you bit Peter’s hand.

Blood was drawn, and you were spooked, and so you did the only thing your wild mind though to do. Run, deep into the forest, away from the pests that thought that they could treat you like a domesticated animal.

[artificialqueens]

Like You Mean It (Taywhora) - Holtzmanns

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Tayce is not sure when A’whora put her number down as her emergency contact, but if she’s still kicking, she’s gonna kill her for it.

It’s just appendicitis. That’s it. A’whora’s fine, the nurse on the phone had even said that they got to it before it burst, and now the only issue that A’whora still has left is her penchant for cheesy jokes. She’s okay. So why are Tayce’s palms feeling this clammy as she pushes past the crowds milling about in the hospital reception?

In which anaesthesia makes A'whora brave enough for the both of them.

A/N: Well hello! Haven’t ventured past my branjie bubble for a long while, though these two have absolutely captured my heart. Figured a nice little one shot would be a good place to start. Thank you Writ for being the best and betaing, and Pop for helping my Canadian ass with lingo. Title is from Mean It by Cash Cash & Wrabel. Enjoy and definitely let me know what you think!

Tayce is not sure when A’whora put her number down as her emergency contact, but if she’s still kicking, she’s gonna kill her for it.

It’s just appendicitis. That’s it. A’whora’s fine, the nurse on the phone had even said that they got to it before it burst, and now the only issue that A’whora has left is her penchant for cheesy jokes. She’s okay. So why are Tayce’s palms feeling this clammy as she pushes past the crowds milling about in the hospital reception?

The day surgery floor is a little run down, the No Phones, Please sign on the wall straight out of the 1990s with pictures of old brick phones with antennas sticking out of the top. The beds are separated with curtains rather than rooms, and Tayce is about to ask a nurse with glasses balanced on the tip of her nose about A’whora, before a piping voice at the far end of the ward answers the question for her.

“James. Jimmy. Jimbo. Is orange juice really the only option? You haven’t got blackcurrant or grape or anything like that? Are you sure this is room service?”

“This isn’t room service, ma’am.”

Tayce has to hold back a laugh at the sight of a truly stricken A’whora and her thoroughly bemused nurse with a capri sun in hand. A’whora looks as if she’s trying to come up with a response, her mouth open and her eyes slightly squinted, and Tayce can almost see the cogs turning in her brain. Tayce pushes the curtain around her back, the sound causing A’whora’s head to turn towards her almost sluggishly, her face lighting up in a loopy grin.

“Tayce! What are you doing here? You got a room at this hotel, too?”

Tayce snorts, coming around the side of the bed. Admittedly, the sight of the wires and IVs makes her heart beat a bit faster, a reminder that a few hours ago A’whora was knocked out in surgery with her side cut open.

But she’s okay now. That’s what matters.

“S’not a hotel, you idiot. You went and blew your guts up,” Tayce grins, one that turns into a snicker when A’whora’s brow furrows and her mouth drops open.

“What’d I do that for?”

Tayce pulls up a chair beside the bed. “You were saying last week that you were bored. Decided to go rogue and make something exciting happen, did you?”

“Doesn’t feel too exciting. Jiminy over here only has a capri sun, and we both know it tastes like piss,” A’whora pouts, leaning her head back against her pillow, and Tayce can’t help but shoot an apologetic look towards the nurse.

“Be nice to the man, Rory, he’s taking care of you. I’ll grab a coke from the concourse for you later.”

A’whora’s nose wrinkles, her lips pursing together. “Can’t you get me a beer instead?”

“Quite picky for someone stuck in a hospital bed in a backless gown with your arse out,” Tayce says, raising an eyebrow, but A’whora looks like she hasn’t even heard her, from the way her eyes are scanning Tayce’s features.

“Tayce?”

“Yes?”

“You’re pretty.”

A’whora lets out a giggle, and the dopey grin on her face lets Tayce know that it’s all the pain meds, really, making her say something like that. She pushes down the way her heart flips over in her chest a little bit, because A’whora really doesn’t need to know how she has her wrapped around her finger without being aware of it.

Maybe flat-sharing with her mate that she’d hooked up with as a fresher hasn’t been the smartest of Tayce’s decisions. She’s good at compartmentalising, she knows it, having stayed friends with a few of her exes because she’s good at letting go, at leaving no hard feelings behind.

But there’s something about A’whora that’s kept Tayce from being able to do the same thing with her. Maybe it’s because Tayce knows what she looks like in comfy pyjamas and a top knot on her head, maybe it’s because A’whora loves making pancakes on the weekend and always makes a stack for Tayce, too. A’whora always knows when she’s annoyed by something, and isn’t afraid of prodding her until she opens up. Yeah, it’s a bit much to have someone insistently poking at her shoulder until she talks about her feelings instead of sulking about it quietly, but it’s A’whora. It means A’whora cares.

She always has.

But Tayce has perfected the art of hiding her feelings behind a mask of cool indifference and her sense of humour. She’s always the one sitting on A’whora’s bed and giving her opinions on her outfit ideas before a date, always the one ready with ice cream and a bottle of wine when A’whora comes home grumbling about how she’s never going to find the right one. Tayce is there, always there, even when A’whora laments about how she wants someone who cares for her, someone who loves her for who she is, someone who really sees her, and she has to stop herself from giving in and telling A’whora to see who’s right in front of her.

Tayce may like her best friend, but her best friend doesn’t need to know that.

But right now, A’whora’s higher than a kite and gazing at her with a sense of awe in her eyes and it’s a bit disconcerting, really, because Tayce isn’t used to having that look directed at her. It’s unfiltered, as if A’whora is pushing past the curtains that Tayce likes to keep closed to see what she’s truly feeling.

A’whora’s dreamy laugh is enough to let Tayce know that she really doesn’t have much to worry about, in terms of A’whora noticing anything. “Really pretty. A princess. Princess Tayce.”  

Good lord.

“Does that make you a knight, then?” Tayce asks, even though she’s usually the one to make sure they get home safely on nights out when they’re drunk off their tits, the one who scowls at men who won’t leave A’whora alone.

“I’ll protect ya.” A’whora points at her and her movements are sluggish, her eyes slipping closed as she yawns, and Tayce has to ignore the way it makes her heart clench.

Her flatmate’s too damn cute for her own good.

Tayce’s chair creaks as she leans back, watching the way A’whora’s breaths even out and her movements begin to still. She pulls out her phone, and the flurry of texts coming through the group chat is not a surprise in the least.

Lawrence of Glasgow-ia: bet they’re shagging in the on-call rooms by now

Lawrence of Glasgow-ia: grey’s anatomy style

Ellie no Diamonds: not when a’whora’s sides are split in two ‘cause of surgery  

Lawrence of Glasgow-ia: tayce already split her in two

Tayce snorts, shaking her head. Lawrence never fails to take any opportunity to rip the piss out of them.

Tayce-lor Swift: I can read, u ghoul

Bim Bons Bouls: didn’t u once say u got held back in reception

Bim Bons Bouls: all at 4 years old

Tayce-lor Swift: someone had to bully the little demons in my class

Tayce-lor Swift: they deserved it so I did a good deed really

Ellie no Diamonds: that’s nice and all but is a’whora still alive or

Lawrence of Glasgow-ia: we interrupted their sweet reunion ells, have a little respect

Tayce-lor Swift: oh piss off

Tayce-lor Swift: she’s high off her tits and fast asleep

Lawrence of Glasgow-ia: was the strap that good

Tayce-lor Swift: lawrence next time it’s on sight

Lawrence of Glasgow-ia: u wish

Ellie no Diamonds: oh thank goodness she’s ok

Bims Bons Bouls: facetime us later when she wakes up I want to see drugged up a’whora

Lawrence of Glasgow-ia: as if we don’t witness that every saturday night

Bims Bons Bouls: u have a point  

Tayce shuts her phone when the conversation lulls, shoving it back in her pocket in favour of glancing at A’whora again. She looks smaller when she’s asleep like this, surrounded by wires and a monitor hanging above them in the corner. The sight makes Tayce swallow hard, because, theoretically, she knows A’whora is okay. She’ll be fine with some ice lollies and some bed rest, but if she hadn’t had surgery in time? Things could have ended very differently.

Tayce doesn’t want to think about that.

It’s a lot easier to protect A’whora when Tayce is in control of the situations around them. Times like where she watches A’whora’s drink from the corner of her eye, to make sure no one around them has the audacity to try anything stupid, or when she gets A’whora into pyjamas and wipes off her makeup after nights out before they’re out cold in one of their beds. A’whora’s more than capable of holding her own, Tayce knows that. She’s not small or weak and she’s ready to shout at whoever even tries to look at her the wrong way, but it just means that Tayce has to keep an eye out for her so that it stays like that.

Times like this, though, Tayce feels helpless. She’s not Cherry, out there saving lives with the NHS and she can’t do anything for A’whora at a time like this, either, not when A’whora needs time and healing and sleep. She wishes that bundling up A’whora in a blanket would be enough to fix her, the way that it is when A’whora’s nursing yet another ruined Tinder date over some ice cream with her at three in the morning.

“Tayce?”

A’whora’s stirring beside her, a little furrow between her brows that Tayce wants to smooth out for her.

“Yes, baby?”

“Why don’t you like me?” A’whora’s bottom lip is pushing out just a smidge, but enough that Tayce wants to run a hand through her hair, calm her down from what her anesthesia addled brain is making her experience.

“What are you on about? ‘Course I like you, you’re my best mate, you goon,” Tayce murmurs, reaching for A’whora’s hand and rubbing her thumb along the crease of her palm, as if it’ll calm the sudden hitch in A’whora’s breath.

“No, no, I…you know what I mean,” A’whora’s gaze drops, a sigh on her lips. “Forget it.”

Maybe there’s a chance that A’whora won’t remember this anyway, when she’s properly woken up and out of the hospital. Maybe whatever Tayce lets herself say right now won’t matter at all, because the consequences of her actions will be wiped clean when A’whora’s anaesthesia has worn off.

Maybe the risk of falling off the cliff that they’re dangling from is a little bit smaller than it normally is.

So Tayce steels herself, pushes the soles of her feet into the ground. “Not ‘forget it’. Tell me what you’re thinking.”

“You should have kissed me that next morning. I was waiting for it.” For someone on painkillers, A’whora looks surprisingly lucid, her gaze enough to lock Tayce in, keep her from looking away.

“When?” It’s a useless question, because Tayce already knows the answer.

When they’d hooked up during freshers week, Tayce had left A’whora’s flat as soon as she woke up, because she’d just been another one night stand. Back when Tayce had no idea that A’whora would become one of her friends just a few weeks later, her closest friend a few months after that.

They’ve never really talked about it, keeping it an elephant in the room - or rather, in the flat that they share now - because they’ve had other hookups and girlfriends and they’re just mates, nothing more. Mates who have stuck around for much longer than any other partners.

It’s all hearsay at this point, unspoken words between them that Tayce has been thinking and she knows A’whora has been, too. It’s been easier not to, and to just let things play out because even though the sense of longing has coated Tayce’s heart for years at this point, talking is too much. Talking takes the coating and hardens it, making it impossible to free herself from if she needs to.

“Do y’know why none of my dates ever work out?” A’whora’s let her earlier question go, and Tayce wants to thank her for it.

“Why’s that?”

“They’re not you.”

Shit.

“Could’ve saved yourself some time and asked me out instead, then,” Tayce keeps her voice light, as if her stomach isn’t turning, as if her feet aren’t tapping on the ground because of the electric current running through her veins.

A’whora’s face doesn’t break into a smile, despite Tayce’s lighthearted tone. “Would you have said yes, though? Or brushed it off and taken it as a joke?”

“Who’s to say, really?”

“You’re an idiot,” A’whora rolls her eyes, and really, Tayce can’t fault her for it.

She’s not wrong. Not when A’whora’s capable of tying Tayce’s words into a knot of terribly worded explanations and attempts at jokes to hide the fact that her heart is pounding in her chest, that they’re walking on a tightrope so thin they could fall off any moment.

But Tayce still has reassurance of one fact, the most important of them all, and she clings to it as she says it out loud.

“And yet, you love me.”

“Unfortunately.”

“For what it’s worth, I do love you, too.” Tayce mumbles under her breath, because she’s dug herself into enough of a hole at this point.

May as well bury herself in it.

“Christ, take me out to dinner first, at least,” A’whora scoffs, but she’s smiling, the kind that reaches her eyes and is filled with mischief.

“Oh, so now you’re finding it funny?” Tayce grins, shaking her head, and sure, she’s still a little sweaty and she’s aged approximately ten years from the conversation, but part of her feels a bit lighter too.

A bit more hopeful.

Because maybe, just maybe, the two of them can have a chance at something. That is, if A’whora wakes up and remembers everything.

“Tayce! Get in here!”

Tayce pops her head into A’whora’s room, frowns when she sees her standing in front of her wardrobe. “Aren’t you supposed to be on bedrest for another day? What’re you doing up?”

A’whora scoffs, waving a hand. “I’m fine. You need to help me with picking out a dress, c’mere.”

“A dress for what? You’re not leaving the house ‘til that incision is healed, young lady,” Tayce tuts, and she has to ignore the fact that she sounds just like her own mum.

A’whora shoots her a look. “Are you daft? Have you forgotten already? You’re taking me out this weekend.”

“This weekend?” Tayce can’t help the fact that her voice comes out in a bit of a squeak, because she doesn’t remember deciding on a date and time but…

It means A’whora hasn’t forgotten.

Tayce hasn’t pushed her since coming home from the hospital, focusing on giving her the chance to heal and feel a little better rather than approaching the issue. Yeah, maybe she’s guilty of falling back into the same pattern that’s gotten the two of them here in the first place, but she’s wanted to give A’whora the chance to broach the subject before pushing it onto her.

A’whora shrugs. “Work something out. I’m expecting my socks to be knocked right off with you.”

“Kinky,” Tayce gets out, but she can feel the way her face is breaking out into a smile, threads of excitement and promise and the chance to maybe not fuck it up again.

“I’ll help you pick something out once I’ve decided where we’re going. For now, it’s back to bed with you,” Tayce grins, pointing at A’whora’s rumpled sheets.

They can work this out. They can go through the shams of going on a date like normal people and as if they’re not already half in love with each other. Maybe Tayce can kiss her again.

Christ. It’s as if she’s a fifteen year old again with absolutely no game to speak of. Frankly embarrassing.

But A’whora doesn’t seem to mind, from the way her eyes are gleaming. “I’ll climb in if you join me.”

Tayce snorts but walks around to the other side of the bed nonetheless, the side that’s become hers from all the Netflix and late night chats and so called platonic snuggles. “No funny business, though. You have to heal first.”

A’whora climbs under the covers, and her slight wince as she lays down makes Tayce’s chest tighten. Despite her big talk, she’s still not fully better just yet.

“Serious business only, got it. Now come and snuggle me, isn’t that supposed to speed up recovery?”

“I don’t think medical advice from Grey’s Anatomy is exactly sound.”

“And yet, you’re under the covers, too,” Awhora mumbles, letting out a yawn.

She snuggles into Tayce’s side and Tayce lets her, running her fingers up and down A’whora’s back in the way she knows never fails to lull her to sleep when she’s tired.

They’ll work it out. Whatever this is. They will, because the other option is letting the words hang in the air unspoken and Tayce isn’t sure she can go back to that.

So she’ll kiss A’whora good morning, or evening, rather, once she wakes up from her nap. She’ll take her out this weekend, something not too strenuous because she still needs to rest. They can have another go at their freshers one night stand with years and years of friendship and context and caring for each other.

After this long, Tayce is ready for it.

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Mer!Jotaro x Fem!Reader part 2

Rubytra10 on AO3 asked: “Can you make another chapter to this [Rest and Reproduction] cause this is so good.”

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Life on the land had been whisked away from you in the blink of an eye. Jotaro had made it very clear you weren’t going anywhere any time soon. You had been in his damn, cold, rocky uh... home for a little over a week now and you were getting a little anxious as to what his plan was with you.

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WARNINGS: Light angst, mentions of healing scars/bite marks, lots of possessiveness, jerking off, masturbation, hand jobs, mentions of breeding, basically Jotaro is very horny and needs some help relieving the tension, but it’s not quite enough.

Word Count: 1728

Rest and Reproduction Part 2

   You sat huddled in the corner of Jotaro’s cave while he was curled on a rock outside, skinning some poor creature he’d killed recently. You hoped he was either making something to prevent the cold from seeping into you or that he would be done soon so he could warm you up. As much as you hated it, he was warm and kind enough to let you curl up to him a little at night, though you thought that might have something to do with keeping you alive and not frozen to the ground than anything else.

   Eventually, he finished whatever he was doing and made his way to you, quickly noticing your shaking. He sat next to you, expecting you to take the hint to move yourself to keep warm. You scooch closer to him, wrapping yourself around his arm. You could feel the side-eye he gave you and the way he tensed, before forcing himself to relax. 

   He sighed, pulling his arm from your grip then draping it across your shoulders, holding you against him. You were grateful for the gesture, nuzzling into him. The two of you sat like that for a while, absorbing each other’s warmth. 

   Jotaro felt something stir in him, something that he knew he wouldn’t be able to control if you touched him anymore. You didn’t know it, but it was the season; breeding season. The last thing he wanted was to hurt you, but given how different your anatomy was to his, he felt it was inevitable. You already had a still healing bite on your shoulder from the last time you two did anything together. He traced it with his finger absentmindedly. 

   Should he tell you? No, you had to have known something was up, he could tell he was acting different so he assumed you had as well. He should at least warn you about his... appetite when in a rut. He was more rough than any other time of the year. You would probably be a little more worse for wear. Still, he had brought you here for that exact reason; to breed. It was bound to happen eventually. 

   You moved, stretching your legs out before sitting cross-legged, now a little more comfortable with the temperature. Jotaro tensed again. It made him sick, but he could smell you, delicious and sweet. He suppressed a growl, closing his eyes in an attempt to focus. 

   “Are you okay?” You asked, leaning to look at his face. A deep blush spread across his cheeks. He turned away from you, lips curling up into a slight snarl.

   “I’m fine,” he grumbled, pulling you back into his arm with a harsh jolt. You quietly made yourself comfortable again, deciding not to push it further despite how strange it was. 

   The air was thick with tension now, but neither of you thought to resolve it. Eventually, though, he spoke up again. 

   “I got some pelts that will keep you warm. They’re drying now.” 

   “Oh, uh. Thanks...” you weren’t quite sure what to say, it was a sweet gesture, but the thought of his teeth and claws ripping through flesh made it a little macabre than anything. He grunted out a ‘you’re welcome’ that you didn’t quite hear over the sound of waves crashing against the rocks outside the cave.

   You suddenly got colder, shaking again. The light was slowly starting to fade as the sun began to set. Jotaro looked over to you, taking in how to light shined against your skin. You seemed to glow a soft orange. Then that feeling stirred in him again. The thought of you swelling with his pups, curled up on seal pelts with his arms around you, nuzzling into your stomach and softly kissing your growing child. 

   He wanted that. More than he should have. The longer he looked at you, the more he felt his resolve slipping away, but he couldn’t leave you alone. You would freeze for sure. Then he would really have nothing to help him get rid of this disgusting feeling rising in him. 

   Soon the two of you shifted so you were lying down. His chest was pressed up against your back with his arm draped over you, keeping you warm. His breath tickled your neck making you shiver. He pressed his lips to the back of your neck, an oddly sweet gesture from such a harsh man. You tensed a bit, not expecting the warm feeling of his kiss, then relaxed. Jotaro waited patiently for you to sleep so he could deal with the quickly growing problem of his arousal. Slowly, but surely your breathing settled into the deep rhythm of sleep and he took his chance. 

   He rolled over carefully as to not disturb you, then he got to work playing with the top of his slit, coaxing his long, slender cocks to come out. He bit his lip to keep from making too much noise. Moistness slowly seeped from his hole as the first head slipped out. His mind started to wander back to your first encounter; your fingers gently pressing into the tip of his entrance, massaging circles into it.

   Jotaro’s fingers tried to mimic your movements, sliding down to his now fully emerged cocks, wrapping his hand around one of them like you had. He groans, remembering how good your skin felt against his. He could still almost taste you on his lips, salty and sweet at the same time; addicting. His hand slowly pumped his length, squeezing out the pre that drooled from his tip. 

   An unusually high moan slipped from his lips as he picked up the pace. The lower cock was feeling neglected, which only added to his arousal. This was where his imagination went wild. He wrapped his large hand around both members, dreaming of how delicious you would feel with his two cocks pressed into you, stretching you out. The sweet moans you would make as he rolled into you; the way you would clench around him as his lengths explored your warmth; how you’d cry orgasm after orgasm. 

   “Fuck,” he muttered. It wasn’t enough. His hands weren’t enough. He felt you stir against his back, probably searching for his heat. Then, your hands against his back. A moan wrecked its way through his body. God, was he that desperate? He heard your voice, but not the words and yet still he shivered with arousal. “What?” He asked gruffly.

   “Are you okay?” He heard you this time, sweet and caring. You sat up, craning your neck to look over his shoulder. Instinctively, he curled in on himself, to hide his shame. Quickly, he learned it was useless when your gasp struck his ears. “Um... would you like help?”

   Jotaro stopped, looking at you with confusion. What? You wanted to help? He looked down at his cocks again, slick and needy. He sighed through his nose then nodded his head. He couldn’t deny he needed your touch more than anything right now, but there was something in him that screamed no. You were so small compared to him, it would be so easy to scratch you too hard or in the wrong place.

   While he was busy worrying about your well-being, you were already wrapping your arm around him, pulling him onto his back. Your hand travelled down his midsection to where his hand was still wrapped around his lengths. Though you weren’t totally familiar with his anatomy, you couldn’t help but feel he was aching for release. You slipped your hand under his, then looked back at him.

   “Will you um...” you trailed off to think of the right way to say what you wanted. “Show me how to uh...?” He gave a curt nod, squeezing your hand in his then slowly helped you set up a pace. You looked down to his lengths, trying your best to keep up with his movements, squeezing when he did, paying extra attention to the tips which he seemed to enjoy based on the groans that rumbled through his chest. 

   Jotaro’s hips began to buck up into your hand as he got closer. You looked back at him, taking in how his face tightened with pleasure. Soon, you took over, getting used to what he liked. A particular hard jerk had him practically calling out, squirming under you. It took everything in him to not pin you to the ground and fill you over and over again. He clenched his fists, trying to keep them off of you. 

   His moans quickly came closer together until finally, he thrust himself into your hand and let loose, spilling his seed over both of you. He panted heavily, glad he came, but still not quite satisfied. You pulled your hand away, looking for something to clean it. There were no other options other than the water.

   Holding your hand out so you didn’t drip or get anything on you, you made your way to the edge of the rocks, splashing water up onto your wrist, watching the blue water turn murky with white. Jotaro had followed you, awkwardly slipping into the water next to you, spending a few minutes under the surface to make sure everything had come off of him. His head popped up by your head. His bright blue eyes stared into yours, cold yet at the same time, there was something in them, something that told you whatever you had done wasn’t finished yet.

   He hopped up out of the water, sitting next to you. Gently, he tugged on your arm, pulling you into his embrace. In a moment of spontaneity, he placed a chaste kiss on your temple. You were held close which kept you warm against the cool night. Eventually, you two made your way back to your corner of the cave, keeping warm in each other’s arms. 

   Jotaro nuzzled into your neck, thankful that his mind was a little more clear now, though he still wanted more of you. It would wait. There was more he needed to prepare for you. A nest, for one thing as well as some shells that he could string together as a necklace. It would be something to show you were taken, that you were his. 

   Another kiss was placed on your shoulder where the bite mark was still healing. You would always be his.