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20 Healthy Dog Recipes: Quick & Irresistible!

As a devoted pet parent, I know how important it is to provide our furry friends with nutritious and delicious meals. That’s why I’ve curated a collection of 20 easy, irresistible recipes for dogs that you can make at home. From homemade dog food to tasty treats, these recipes are not only healthy but also designed to satisfy your pup’s taste buds. When it comes to our dogs, we want to ensure…

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novacane - ʟɴ⁴

in which, lando is completely and utterly obsessed with his girlfriend, and can't seem to keep his hands off of her - especially when she's in that dress.

contains: NSFW; smut, oral (f recieving), fingering, body worship, p in v, unprotected sex, squirting, cockwarming; tiny bit of fluff at the end.

lando norris x unnamed female character

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lando thought he was actually going to die. there in rome, he was sure of it. they had been together for two years at this point, and don't get him wrong, she always looked good - but something about the air in rome was making him fall in love with her all over again, and he was going feral.

the couple had decided to spend a few days in italy together, first venice, second maranello, and last rome.

venice had been brilliant, spending a few days with max and pietra, exploring the city together, and many other late night activities. maranello had been nothing if not wholesome, that being where his beloved girlfriend's family lived - lando having rekindled his bromance with her dad and older brother, and not to mention seeing his favourite dog again.

"can you help me with my heels, baby?" her voice snapped him out of his trance.

fucking hell.

she had walked out of the bathroom, looking like a divine treat for him to devour. it was a sundress - her sundresses always did unholy things to him - of course, and her tanned skin looked particularly endearing against the flimsy white material.

his mouth hung agape, eyes flitting over her body rapidly. his mouth could have (and almost did) water at the sight of his girlfriend, looking oh-so-innocent with her pretty eyes and glossy lips.

again, lando thought he was actually going to die.

"yeah, come here." lando gestured with his fingers, getting up so she could perch on the edge of the bed.

he got to his knees before her, grabbing her ankle gently and delicately tightened the clasp until it clung to her skin snugly, repeating the same action on her other ankle.

"thankyou, sweetheart." she responded, running her fingers through his hair briefly.

yep, he was definitely going to die.

...

if he thought he was going to die earlier, he was dead now.

she was sat there, fiddling with the necklace he'd bought her a few months ago, blinking at him through her lashes as she spoke about their plans for the rest of the summer break.

he could have actually fall to his knees in the restaurant right there and then - she looked utterly and completely irresistible.

"can we go now, please?" lando pleaded for around the third time.

he had asked her after they had finished his main course, and then after they'd finished their desserts, and now when they were having another drink.

"god, what's gotten into you?" she laughed as she swallowed the remainder of her wine.

"nothing, i just want to go home." he shrugged, trying not to let her onto the fact he was planning every single thing he was going to do to her once that hotel room door was closed.

"okay, weirdo." she shook her head with another laugh, before politely asking for the bill.

technically, it was her turn to pay for dinner - but lando never let her pay anyway. his credit card was being swiped across the card machine before she could even get hers out of her purse.

"let's go, come on."

...

as soon as that hotel door had latched shut behind her, lando turned into some sort of rabid animal with no self control.

she found herself pinned up against the door very quickly, dress bunched up at her hips as he began his assault on her neck.

“god… needed you since i seen you earlier.” lando murmured, hoisting her legs up around his waist.

“yeah?” she nodded, arching her eyebrows as her eyes fluttered shut.

“mhm.” he hummed, his hand shifting to her lower back as she was then moved to her feet. “look so pretty — turn around for me?”

she spun her heel slowly, allowing lando to effortlessly pull on the delicate white bow, the thin straps loosening and falling below her shoulders. his hand trailed back down her arms, pulling the dress down and allowing it to fall to a puddle at their feet.

“so gorgeous.” he whispered, hot breath fanning the back of her shoulder — before his hands whipped her around to face him again.

"you think?" she responded quietly.

"of course, pretty girl." he pressed a kiss to the side of her neck, before spinning her round and walking her backwards to the bed - eye contact very, very intense.

a gentle shove rendered her flat on the bed, propped up on her elbows shortly after her back hit the soft mattress. just as he'd done earlier, lando dropped to his knees and now started to remove her heels.

god, she looked divine.

she was now only wearing the prettiest white lace underwear, but lando was trying not to focus on it - due to the fact that he was painfully hard, and that if he looked at her, all of his self-control would fly out of the hotel door (not that she would have minded that.)

a quick toss of the heels behind him made soft thuds in the room, but lando was already softly kissing up from her ankle to her inner thighs, rendering her unable to think about anything else.

"god..." she breathed out, tossing her head back as he skimmed his nose over the delicate fabric of her panties.

a soft chuckle reverberated through her from lando, he was literally laughing into her pussy - how hot could this man get?

"someone's needy." he whispered, lips brushing against the lace once again, resulting in her clenching around nothing.

"shut up." she whined. "just do something, please?"

"as you wish, baby." he mumbled, tugging her underwear down effortlessly and discarding them across the room.

he was like a man starved, denied of watching his girlfriend squirm underneath him for a mere few hours - that seemed to feel like years.

not that she needed any sort of lube, she was soaking wet by the time lando's thumb circled over her clit agonising slowly, but lando felt it necessary still to let a string of his saliva drip down on her aching cunt, spreading it adequately around with his tongue.

she was just about to beg, but he latched his lips onto her before the pleads could leave her lips. the noises made between his lips and hers were disgustingly hot, his fingers slowly beginning to prod at her entrance, teasing her tightness. his tongue drew shapes on her clit, he was spelling his fucking name, and she was seeing stars when a thick middle finger slid into her.

over and over again the same shapes danced over her heat, and lando slowly began to curl his finger to push against her g-spot. an almost pornographic moan left her lips as she felt the pressure of his index finger alongside his middle finger inside of her - whines and whimpers now a constant sound in the room.

they weren't just from her either, when her hips pushed into his face, lando wasn't ashamed to let a low groan out, the vibrations making her back arch up off of the bed - only for her to quickly be pushed back down by a veiny hand.

"fuck.. lando..." she moaned airly, a hand clutching onto his hair for dear life.

the soft bite to her clit was what sent her over the edge and into space. her legs shook around his head, the most lewd moans tumbling loudly from her lips. he pumped his fingers in and out of her and kitten-licked her through her orgasm, allowing her to float on her cloud of ecstasy for a little longer as she spasmed around him.

"you with me, pretty?" he softly spoke, now having moved his hands from her heat to her ribs, gently rubbing his thumbs up and down.

"yeah." she panted, nodding her head. "so fucking good."

he laughed airily, pressing soft kisses from her lower stomach up to her pillowy lips - swollen from how much she'd bitten down on them over the past few minutes.

their kiss was soft and gentle, she could taste herself on his lips, making her grow all-the-more wet again.

"take this off." she murmured into his lips, making a small noise resembling both a laugh and a whimper leave his lips as she tugged at his shirt.

he began to unbutton his shirt, while her hands frantically made their way down to his dress pants, unbuckling his belt and unzipping his trousers. both items of clothing were quickly a puddle on the floor, his boxers swiftly following.

lando's necklace dangled down and rested just below her chin, then sitting comfortably on the centre of her neck as he kissed her again - teeth clashing and tongues pushing against each other for dominance (lando won, obviously.)

the hand that wasn't holding his body up above her, made its way down to his erection, running it up and down her slit to lube it.

breaking the kiss, the look in his eyes asked her the inevitable, and a quick nod followed.

the tip of his cock pressed into her, still stretching her out. you would have thought that after almost three years of very frequent sex, both would get used to the other - but no, every time they felt each other, it was like the first time all over again.

she quite literally fluttered around him, eyes squeezing shut as he bottomed out a few moments later. a low groan escaped his lips, cut short when he realised her eyes were closed.

"hey, eyes open, baby." he whispered, tapping her cheek gently. "want to see the look in your eyes when you fall apart, yeah?"

pretty eyes met his once again as she blinked up at him, some form of a moan leaving her lips as he spoke to her - how could such dirty words come from a man who looked like a fucking angel?

"good girl." he nodded, pressing a small kiss to her nose as he began to slowly thrust in and out.

now, usually, rough sex was lando's thing - but there was something about the way she looked up at him, it made him want to fuck her nice and gentle, slow and deep - so he did.

his strokes were fucking delicious, taming the fire in her lower belly in just the right way - a way that was building the indescribably incredible knot thick and slow. something was different, it was overwhelmingly good - the softest yet neediest moans tumbling from her lips at an almost alarming rate.

maybe every other deep thrust, she'd clench around him, even more blood rushing to his throbbing cock - he wasn't really sure if it was her that was pulsing around him or it was himself, but either way, it felt fucking good.

his lips made their way to her boobs subconsciously, feeling as if he'd neglected them. swirling his tongue around one hard nipple, he slid two fingers inside of her mouth to wet his fingers - before returning them to the nub his mouth wasn't paying delicate attention to, pinching and pressing the pads of his fingers to them.

sensitive from her previous high, the next one was encroaching quickly, warmth spreading to her inner thighs and lower tummy. he could immediately tell she was close. there were tell-tale signs - loud moans would turn to quiet, short, sharp whimpers, she'd become grabby with her hands - needing something to clutch onto as she fell into the abyss of ecstasy - simultaneously clenching around him so tightly that sometimes she'd accidentally restrict his movement - and all were currently taking place.

"go on, pretty girl, cum for me."

she was so gone.

lando's back suffered as her nails scratched into it, leaving red lines painted across the muscles - his trainers wouldn't ask any questions, it's not as if they hadn't seen worse marks before anyway.

she tried so so hard to keep her eyes open, but it was just too hard. her eyes fluttered closed as her mouth hung agape, eyebrows arched as her nose scrunched up a little - lando wanted the image etched onto his retinas.

she gushed all over him, pretty liquid squirting from her cunt, painting his abdomen shiny as the juices splattered on him.

she thought she was going to die, and she would happily like this.

that was actually all it took for him. hot ropes of cum spilled deep into her, stuffed up against her cervix as he tried his hardest to keep thrusting into her - his hips stuttering as he started to get a little overstimulated.

slowly but surely, the two came down from their mind-blowing highs, lando rolling them over so she was laid on top of him, her walls still unconsciously clenching and fluttering around him.

"you good, baby?" he whispered, his hands rubbing up and down her back.

"think so, tired now." she smiled wearily, pressing a soft kiss to his lips, before letting her head roll down into the crook of his neck.

"want to sleep or clean up?" lando asked softly, running his fingers through her hair.

"sleep, definitely."

[silverskyeline]

.・✭ FANFIC MASTERLIST 13/10/24 ✭・.

ੈ♡˳ Wolverine

✩ worst wolverine ✦ 'messy' (nsfw) - worst!logan x f!reader // logan learns that you can squirt, he indulges in that information (1.8k words) ✦ 'hunger' (nsfw) - worst!logan x f!reader // logan can't tear his mind away from the new barmaid at his usual haunt. he tries to resist you, he really does. but when you're both alone in the bathroom, he finds he's not the only one plagued with filthy thoughts. (3.9k words)

.・。.・゜✭・. .・。.・゜✭・. .・。.・゜✭・.

✩ old man logan ✦ 'look at me' (nsfw) - oldman!logan x gn!reader // logan can't fuck like he used to, but you don't care. you get on top, gladly taking care of him in return (2k words) ✦ 'forever in blue jeans' (nsfw) - oldman!logan x f!reader // riding old man logans thigh while he wears jeans (500 words) ✦ 'my man' (nsfw) - oldman!logan x gn!reader // he's irresistible in that work suit of his, so much so that you decide to treat him with it on. (1.3k) ✦ 'the man in the mirror' - oldman!logan x gn!reader // comforting logan as he questions his identity (600 words) ✦ 'always' - oldman!logan x gn!reader // logan is struggling to look after himself, you trim his beard while he sleeps. (800 words)

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✩ general logan / aus / other ✦ 'nsfw alphabet headcanons' (nsfw) - logan x gn!reader // the word 'logan' for the nsfw alphabet (800 words) ✦ 'branded' (nsfw) - logan x gn!reader // wearing logans dog tags as you ride him (300 words) ✦ 'joyride' - (nsfw) logan x f!reader // logan fucks you on his (scotts) motorbike in the middle of the forest because you can't keep it down inside the mansion. (1.7k words) ✦ 'heavy metal lover' (nsfw) - logan x f!reader // imagine logan is in a metal band and he uses you before every gig in his dressing room (300 words) ✦ 'save a horse, ride a cowboy' (nsfw) - cowboy!logan x gn!reader // riding cowboy logan (370 words) ✦ 'bad idea, right?' (nsfw) - dofp!logan x f!reader // your father hired him to protect you, not to fuck you. but logan never really liked playing by the rules. (1.7k) ✦ 'number one fan' - rockstar!logan x popstar!wade // rockstar logan meets popstar wade backstage. what could go wrong? (1.1k words)

[lady-ashfade]

—£ Dumb Bimbo gn reader x yan! Slight bullies bakusquad thought.

They would burn down the world for you. kissing the ground you walk on. praise you for anything you do. but you give them white hairs on how you behave. It was irritating how you couldn’t see how attractive you are or how people drooled at the sight of you. or, how fucking reckless you were in the battlefield.

They chase after you because you were selfless to save whoever needed it and sometimes that meant them. Of course they loved how you wanted to save them but you didn’t know how to control yourself.

The squad would freak out even over the slightest bruises or cut on your skin. They want to wrap you up in bubble wrap to keep you safe.

And it was irresistible not coo at your pouted lips when they called you stupid, like you didn’t just do the most ridiculous thing in the world. they’d hold you close and pat your head while saying the most degrading things in a soft voice.

“Dumb baby, couldn’t make it ten minutes without us helping you?” Kats kissed your cheek with a smirk.

Or, when you have to do paperwork you have to sit with one of them to make sure you do it right. you ask so many questions like you don’t have a clue even though you have asked a million times. If you happen to be with katsuki he will just rip it from you and do it himself.

Denki is not aloud alone when he uses his quirk because it’s dangerous. you both would almost kill yourselves with ideas. once he decides to see how far he could throw you, or how much electricity you could take…Both of you were punished.

Mina loves to style you up in cute outfits, your style of course but she faints over your body. she gets on her knees when you show even the littlest of skin. she’s your own cheerleader. brushes your hair and clings to your arm to make everyone know you belong to them.

Sero seems like he’d be chill but he wouldn’t. he loves to tease you so much, asking you questions you don’t know the answers to. or pulling at your clothes saying that if you had a inch of smarts like you have looks then you could be smart. He will not hesitate to roll you up with tape if you get ready to do something, or run away.

Kirishima…finds himself growling like a dog. how pretty you look makes him wanna sink his teeth into you. or, when you pout at them making fun of you, you’ll find your way into his arms. dumb you that forgets he’s just as bad. though he does love putting you on his shoulders and calling you his darling.

Bakugo, is the meanest. he will always call you stupid if you do something. talks to you like you can’t do anything! need to tie your shoes, no he will do it. fighting a villain? he’s there and takes them down. but he also praises you if you say something smart and keeps treats for you. He also blushes on how you look, will pull your clothes up or down because you’re too pretty. He doesn’t want a extra to see you.

You should be lucky to be their dumb little baby.

[reixtsu]

hello! how are you? I dont know if you do multi characters, but if not, then one of these characters is alright! ^^ i like to request wanderer, tighnari, wrio, and neuvillete (separately) witnessing/dealing with nice guy who's hitting on their partner (gn! reader) and what they would do if the nice guy doesn't get the hint that the reader is taken, please. ^^ thank you and have a nice day!

Hi anon! I’m sorry that it took me a long time to respond to this request, and the fact that I’m still working on the second half is kinda bad… but your request will be fulfilled first. Please enjoy!

Wanderer, and Tighnari dealing with a nice guy hitting on their partner.

(Wriothesley and Neuvillette coming soon)

Warnings: jealous boys alert, Wanderer is a tsundere

Wanderer

It’s been far too long now -an eternity, really- of you chatting with some random student from the academy. From his spot in the distance, Wanderer watched in silence, taking slow, deliberate sips from his bitter tea. Each sip did little to ease the tight knot forming in his chest. His frown deepened as he observed the student's overly cheerful demeanor, the way his eyes lit up when you laughed at his every joke. Wanderer’s grip tightened around his cup, the edges of his irritation sharpening with each passing moment.

Wanderer continued to down his cup of tea, one after another, as if they were bottles of beer. Setting his last cup down with a jarring thud, he looked down, glaring at you with his peripheral vision.

"It's impressive that you managed to make the journey all the way from Inazuma to Sumeru, Hajime," you praised the student, your voice warm and sincere as you flashed that irresistible smile of yours. "I'm really glad you're here.”

"Me, impressive? I beg to differ."

"Why is that?"

"Well, you are very accomplished," Hajime said simply. "Helping everyone, so intelligent. You are a role-model for all." he winked at the end.

Wanderer nearly choked on his own spit, his breath catching in his throat. How on earth were you tolerating this man—and giving him compliments, no less? (And why wasn’t he the one receiving them?) His mind buzzed with disbelief and irritation, the questions swirling in his head. What right did this plain, insignificant nobody have to be so close to you? He let out a shaky breath, struggling to silence the spiraling thoughts before they consumed him entirely.

"Aren't you nice," You chuckled.

"Say..." Hajime hesitated, shyly placing a hand on your shoulder. "Would you like to join me at the tavern one of these days, dear?"

Wanderer instantly shot up from his seat, his eyes narrowing into a piercing glare directed at Hajime. How could he? Had he completely lost his mind? The audacity! Wasn’t it blatantly obvious that you were spoken for? His disbelief simmered into a potent mix of anger and possessiveness, the intensity of his emotions threatening to boil over.

You smiled awkwardly, not too sure how to approach the situation. "Um, I'm sorry."

"I know you have a partner, but I heard that he is very rude. Let me treat you for a day."

You chuckled, sweating a bit as you stepped away. "Oh, uh... He's really nice to me though, so there's no need to worry."

Hajime's eyes softened. "There's no need to lie. If a guy is toxic, why stay with him?"

“Hands off,” came a gruff voice, as Wanderer seemed to materialize out of thin air, his presence sudden and imposing. His arms were crossed tightly over his chest, and he leveled a glare of pure disdain at Hajime, as if he were nothing more than an irritating pest. And in Wanderer’s eyes, that’s exactly what he was.

Hajime raised an eyebrow at him, curious as to why he was acting so protective of you. "And you are...?"

"Their partner, obviously," Wanderer spat, his voice laced with venom as he roughly seized your hand, gripping it with a possessiveness that bordered on harshness, as if you were a dog being yanked by its leash. Hajime frowned at the scene, his expression hardening as he crossed his own arms, clearly displeased by Wanderer's aggressive display.

"You're the one who is rude to them, no? Even after all of what they've done for you."

“Don’t talk like you’ve known them their whole life,” Wanderer sneered, his voice dripping with disgust. “Those are just baseless rumors, idiot. You’d have to be a fool to believe any of that.” Hajime’s eyes flashed with irritation, as if the mere suggestion was an insult to his intelligence.

You nodded, leaning your head on Wanderer's shoulder. "Yeah. Besides, Wanderer here is like a black cat. Sure, he's rude, but he actually is really sweet." You kissed his temple for emphasis."

Hajime frowned, his mouth opening and closing like a fish struggling to find the right words, clearly wanting to protest but ultimately deciding against it. With a reluctant sigh, he offered a small, respectful bow before turning away, choosing to leave without uttering another word.

Wanderer let out a relieved sigh, one that was barely audible. "Finally. That pest was getting on my nerves."

You smirked, feeling Wanderer's grip on your arm . You watched as he looked away, a small pout forming on his perfect lips. "Why were you so interested in him anyways? He was a nobody.

In your mind you translated that to 'why were you being sweet to him and not me?'. You smiled, leaning forwards to kiss his forehead. "I was just hearing his stories of his journey here. That's all."

All you heard was a small hmph. "Whatever," huffed, lowering his hat down with his hand. "Let's just go home now."

"Does my baby want cuddles?"

"You goober, I hate cuddles!!”

Tighnari

You and Tighnari were busy gathering flowers for the upcoming banquet in honor of your friend when you encountered a fellow forest ranger. He was tall, friendly, and exuded a natural charm that seemed to radiate from him effortlessly. As you engaged in conversation, everything seemed pleasant—light-hearted jokes and genuine compliments flowed easily. However, the atmosphere took a sudden turn, escalating into a situation that Tighnari could only describe as disgraceful.

"You've actually seen an aranara? That's so cool!" The random guy said, impressed.

"It's not a big deal, really," you said with a touch of humility, though you couldn’t ignore the enthusiastic reaction you’d provoked. With a polite smile, you continued, "By the way, what’s your name, sir?”

"Ah, the name's Arash, but you can call me yours," He winked. "What's your name, lovely?"

Tighnari visibly cringed, his ear twitching and his tail flicking in irritation. He watched with growing dismay as you smiled at the ranger, chuckling at his so-called 'funny' behavior.

"Y/n," You said, extending your hand in the graceful way you always do. "A pleasure to meet you."

"The pleasure's all mine," Arash extended his hand, attempting to shake yours before a hand got in between.

Tighnari had his eyes closed, his ears twitching in annoyance as he wore an irritated smile. "If I may interrupt, my dear here is already taken."

Arash's eyes widened, surprised. "Really? By whom?"

"Me," Tighnari said, his voice firm as he wrapped his tail possessively around your legs. "So enough with the flirting. We were in the middle of picking flowers, so if you have nothing else to do, you may leave." He offered a tight smile, clearly signaling for Arash to go.

Arash looked at Tighnari, at you, then back to Tighnari. "Right. I apologize. Have a nice day." He bowed his head and waved, turning around to leave.

Tighnari let out a sharp breath through his nostrils, his arms crossing defensively over his chest. "When someone starts flirting with you, you should tell them to stop! You're already taken," he said, his tone stern and unyielding.

You chuckled, bringing your hand up to scratch his soft hair. "Ha! Sorry, I just found him interesting."

He raised an eyebrow, clearly displeased by the response. "Excuse me?" he said, his tone sharp.

"Not as interesting as you, of course," You scratched his ear lovingly.

Tighnari, of course, leaned into your touch, a sense of relief starting to wash over him as he subconsciously began to relax.

"...Let's continue picking flowers, shall we?”

[foreingersgod]

I love your work! Could you write kate Martin x fem!reader whose just a regular college student?

of course my love!

A/N: hi everyone! i’m still working on several requests right now so be patient with me! i promise they will all get done soon, but i’m a busy college student who only has so much time! they’ll be done soon, thank you so much for your patience and support, ily all !! if you have any questions about your request, feel free to message me :)

Living Life with You . KM

pairing: kate martin x reader

synopsis: kate is just so incredibly in love with you

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midterms were swiftly approaching for the semester and everyone was scrambling to prepare, yourself included. you had about 4 exams that you needed to study for, ranging from chemistry to psychology to family finance. so you spent most of your days this week confined the comforts of your apartment, sat on the couch with you laptop on your lap and your notes spread across the coffee table.

it wasn’t abnormal for you to hide away when you needed to focus on your studies, but kate had planned to stay at your apartment all this week to spend time with you.

“i just don’t want these stupid midterms to ruin our week” you had told her one night over the phone. “i would feel bad if you just sat in my apartment and watched me study for hours, especially since having a full week to ourselves is so rare”

“i just want to be with you, baby, doesn’t matter if you’re studying or not” she reassured you.

sure enough, when kate arrived at your apartment, a bag packed and a quaint little bouquet of flowers for your kitchen counter, she had no problem with you studying. in fact, she had changed into her pajamas like you had done and sat herself on the couch directly next to you.

but the night was not just spent on the couch watching you study. she had offered to make you your favorite dinner (offer is a generous word, more like forced you to stay out of the kitchen so she could treat you) and set the table. she even washed your dishes that remained in the sink from earlier in the week so you wouldn’t have to stress about it for the night. kate had called you into the kitchen after about an hour, announcing that dinner was ready.

“please take a break and have dinner with me?” she pleaded, you could practically see those puppy dog eyes from the living room.

so you rolled yourself off the couch, stretching for the first time since 3 pm, clambering your way into the kitchen. what you were met with made your heart absolutely melt.

“hey, you hungry?” kate stood at the counter, dishing up your plates, dish rag thrown over her shoulder and sleeves rolled up to her elbows. god, your jaw must’ve been on the floor.

not only did kate look so irresistible making you dinner like this, but she had lit your ‘nice candle’ and set two spots next to each at your kitchen island for the two of you. she pulled a couple wine glasses out of your cupboard, setting them next to your plates as you walked over to her in the kitchen.

“babe, you did all this?” you stood behind her, resting your chin on her shoulder as she put the finishing touches on your plate. she grinned, feeling your arms wrap around her waist, turning around to face you.

“you’ve been working so hard to study for your tests,” she placed a sweet kiss to your forehead “and i wanted to do something special for you to help you wind down”

“ugh, i truly don’t deserve you” you pouted, kate grabbing your hand and guiding you to your seat. “i’ve just been sat on the couch hardly giving you the attention you deserve. you’ve been working just as hard with your team.”

“and you show me that everyday, you go to every single game, even if it’s an away game. you come with me to every banquet and event. you fix me up when i’m hurt and give me your undivided attention every single day. you’ve truly given me the world, YN” she sat next to you, pouring you both a glass of wine.

“i love you so so much, kate” you said, looking at the delicious scene in front of you. you’re favorite food, a nice glass of wine, all of it by candlelight, and your sweet girl at your side.

“i love you too,” she pulled you in for another kiss “and i love living life with you”

[howcouldmuffin]

Childhood Friend

You’ve always been secretly in love with Jace, but you’ve also been having a secret relationship with his younger brother.

PAIRING : Modern!Jacaerys Velaryon x Fem!Reader x Modern!Lucerys Velaryon

WARNING : NSFW, Modern AU, Friends With Benefits, Polyamory, Mentions about the use of alcohol and drugs, Sex Content, Threesome

AN : When I came up with this plot, I felt like I was crazy, but I really enjoy the messy relationships. I hope you like it. Love.

please be kind to me English is not my first language.

You were sitting in the middle of the party, surrounded by loud music and people dancing as if it were the end of the world. Amidst the revelry, you were the only one who looked out of place, feeling bored and disconnected. Your eyes were fixed on a sight that troubled you deeply.

Jacaerys Velaryon, the boy-next-door you had secretly admired since childhood, was kissing the beautiful Sara Snow. Their compatibility was striking, and it made you feel even more frustrated. Deciding you’d had enough of the party, you stood up to leave, only for Lucerys, his younger brother, to catch your arm.

“Don’t go yet, pretty.” he said. “Let’s head back together. I’ll just grab something. Wait here, okay?” Before you could respond or protest, he dashed off to get what he needed.

You and Luke had the first Friends With Benefits relationship when the New Year's party at his house about a year ago. You went to college for the first year and he was in the last year of high school. It happened very quickly and you were both drunk. You had never been so drunk that you lost time like that before, and it only happened once. But you didn’t regret that he was the one who took your virginity. You and he remain good friends, both in bed and now.

“Want to catch a movie in my room tonight?” he asked, as you slumped in the car that his mom had gifted him for college.

“No thanks, I’m tired.”

“Are you really that thrown off seeing him with that girl? Need something to unwind?” He said with a teasing grin. “Consider this your escape.”

“Fine, fine. I can’t be bothered to argue.” you replied, too tired to protest.

Yes, he knew you had a thing for his older brother, yet here you were, tangled up with him instead. What a mess you were, but it was just a fling. You never expected to end up with his brother—your long-time crush. If it were ever meant to be, it would have happened by now.

When you arrived at his place, right next door, you found the house was quiet, everyone asleep but for a few dim lights casting a soft glow in the hallways. His home was a mansion compared to yours, thanks to his large family, but they always treated you warmly.

As soon as you were in his room, he pounced on you with a kiss. It was fiery and intense, and you struggled to match his rapid pace. He trailed kisses down your neck, but you had to stop him, pushing him gently away with your small hands.

“Luke, let’s just watch a movie.” you insisted. He pulled back, his face showing a hint of disappointment, those irresistible puppy-dog eyes of his giving you a pleading look. “If not, I’m heading home.”

“Alright, just a movie then.” he relented, grabbing the remote. You wandered over to grab one of his shirts, changing into it before returning to him.

“Did you know that when a girl wears a guy’s shirt, it means she’s wearing her boyfriend’s shirt.” he said with a smirk as he flopped onto the bed.

“That’s nonsense.” you shot back. “I wear my dad’s shirts all the time and it doesn’t mean anything.” You lay down next to him, grabbing the remote and flipping through channels to find something to watch together.

“You’re such a goofball.” he said, ruffling your hair affectionately and wrapping an arm around you. Both of you were aware that your relationship had evolved beyond mere friends, but neither of you were ready to put a label on it.

You woke up to find that Luke wasn’t beside you. He must be in the shower. Reaching for your phone on the nightstand, you remembered you had afternoon classes, so there was no rush. You headed to the bathroom to freshen up and found him in the shower.

“I’m heading downstairs.” you called out to him. As you walked out of the room, you ran into Jace, who looked surprised to see you coming from Luke’s room. You just smiled at him and went downstairs.

“Did you spend the night with Luke?” Jace asked, following you down the stairs. “We have a guest room, you know. You didn’t need to stay with him.”

“I just went to watch a movie in his room.” you said.

“We’re not kids anymore. It’s not appropriate,” Jace replied.

“Can you stop acting like my dad?” you retorted, bumping into the housekeeper.

“Good morning, Rhaenyra!” you greeted her with a hug. “Sorry I didn’t let you know I’d be staying over.”

“It’s alright, dear.” she replied, kissing your cheek. “Did you sleep well?”

“I slept great, thank you. I should head back home now.”

“Won’t you stay for breakfast?”

“I can’t. I have classes.”

She smiled warmly at you, just like a second mother. She’s always so kind and generous, always giving you gifts on your birthday. It’s endearing.

“You know, Jace.” she said, looking at her son, “it would be wonderful to have her as another daughter.”

“She already is like a daughter to you.” Jace said.

“Is she heading home already?” Lucerys asked, coming down the stairs.

“Just left.” Jace answered.

“I was going to bring she her earrings.” Lucerys said. “I’ll save them for next time.”

“You all seem a bit off, or maybe I’m just imagining things.” Rhaenyra mused.

“Are you going to the football match today?” Amelia asked as you walked towards the cafeteria.

“Sure, it’s Luke’s first match of the season.” you replied with a shrug. “Aren’t you going?”

“I have to. It’s a chance to cheer on my future boyfriend.” she said with a playful grin.

“Oh really? Who’s the lucky guy this time?” you inquired, raising an eyebrow. “Last time it was Ethan or Finn, right?”

“Ugh, forget Finn. My future boyfriend is Jasper.”

“Jasper? Who’s that?”

“The handsome guy in Professor Michael’s class.” she explained.

“Oh, the one you’ve been gushing about. But you know how the football club guys are.”

“Including your beloved Lucerys?” Amelia teased.

“Let’s not get into that.” you said, pausing. “The last time I mentioned something like this was with Jacaerys.”

“Poor little bird.” Amelia laughed.

“Hello there!” Baela and Rheana, Luke and Jace’s cousins, greeted as they joined you. You often had meals and outings with them.

“We’ve got special seats for the match today if you’re interested—” Rhaena started, but was interrupted by your friend.

“Interested!” Amelia chimed in unison.

“Amelia, you go ahead. I’ll hang out with Rhaenyra. That way, you can fangirl over the guys without any restraint.” you suggested.

“Future daughter-in-law duties, huh?” Amelia joked, exchanging meaningful glances with the twins.

“I’m not, and please don’t say that.” you whispered, recalling the time in your freshman year when you were followed and discovered it was someone who had a crush on Jace. It had made you hesitant to go home alone.

“But let’s grab something to eat before the lines get too long.” you interjected to ease the awkward moment. You couldn’t help but smile at how well you’d played them.

You’re at Jace's birthday party with lots of people around. Right now, you’re sitting next to Luke, who is chatting with his friends while you’re boredly scrolling through social media on your phone. You see Jace walking over and sitting next to you. You notice that Luke’s arm around your shoulder has tightened.

“What did you get me this year?” Jace asks.

“I’m not telling.” you reply. “You’ll have to open it yourself.”

“Can I ask for something extra?”

“Huh? Ask for what?”

“Come with me.” he whispers in your ear and extends his hand for you to take. You glance at Luke, who is still talking with his friends, and decide to follow Jace. You take his hand and slowly get up, but Luke’s arm moves with you.

“Where are you going?” He sees you and Jace. “Don’t let her do anything weird, okay?” He reluctantly lets you go.

You follow Jace to the part of the house he wants to show you. His house is huge, and you know it well. As you pass by many people admiring the man in front of you, you feel how much he seems like a king, and you’re not sure what you are. He’s leading you to the third floor of the house, a place no one else is allowed to go during the party.

You find that he’s taking you to his bedroom, which is close to Lucerys’s room. You wonder what he wants to show you. He opens the door to his room. The décor is different from Luke’s but still part of the same house. You sit down on the long chair at the foot of his bed while he does something.

You slowly explore his room. You haven’t been here often compared to Luke’s room and notice family photos on a side table. You see pictures from when they were children, and you’re in them too. You still hold onto your favorite doll, which you keep in your room. You feel Jace behind you, and you wonder if he’s going to show you something.

“Remember when we were kids?” he hugs you from behind. You’re surprised but don’t push him away. “Don’t worry about anything yet.” He kisses the back of your neck.

“Jace” you try to keep your voice steady. “What are you asking for?” His lips are all over the back of your neck, and the gentle bites that show possession make your body tingle.

“I want you.” You turn to face him. He kisses you without waiting for an answer. You slowly use your hands to push him away.

“Are you sure?”

“Very sure.”

And it happens. You think it’s really good; it’s different from when you did it with Luke. Both are good, but this one feels different. You look at the mirror in his room. He left kiss marks on your neck even though you told him not to.

“I need to find a way to cover this up before going back down.” you tell him as he’s putting on his shirt. “Do you have concealer?”

“You know, darling, you don’t have to cover it up.” he kisses your cheek. “Everyone will know you’re mine.”

“We haven’t talked about this, Jace, and I don’t want to be the center of attention.” He looks a bit disappointed but goes to get something from the drawer to cover it up for you. He keeps staring at you while you handle what he did.

“I promise I won’t do it again.” he says. “I’ll do it somewhere else.”

“I think you should go down first. I’ll come down after.” you say, patting your neck. “I don’t want any trouble.”

“Trouble? With whom?”

“With your girls.” you reply. “They’re pretty scary, you know.”

“What can they do? I only have you.”

“No thanks.” you walk toward the door. “Just come down later.” You close the door behind you and head back to the party downstairs.

When you get downstairs, you notice that the crowd has thinned out and the music isn’t as annoying. You look for your friends but can’t find anyone. A hand grabs your arm, making you turn around.

“Luke.” you’re startled. “Have you seen Amelia or Baela?”

“Where have you been?” He doesn’t answer and asks you urgently. “I’ve been looking for you all night.”

“She was with me.” Jacaerys, who comes down after you, answers and wraps his arm around your waist.

“We were talking in the room.” you tell Luke. “I want to go home now.”

“Let me walk you.” Luke says. You step out of Jace’s embrace and head to the door. He rushes to walk beside you.

When you get to the front of your house, you’re about to say goodbye to him, but he leans in to kiss you. These brothers sure know how to catch you off guard. You kiss him back for a moment before pulling away.

“Are you sleeping with Jace?” he asks. “I’m not mad.”

“Hmm.” you reply. “It was just some fun.”

“Do you like me at all?” he asks. “Am I better than him?”

“Of course, you’re always a lovely little brother, and as for who’s better, I think it’s about the same.”

“Do you love me?” He asks again.

“I’m not sure, maybe.” you say. “We’ve already agreed on the nature of our relationship.”

“I’m okay with Jace being part of us too.”

“What are you talking about?” you laugh. “Just go to bed. Sweet dreams.” You lean in to kiss his cheek and close the door behind you.

It feels strange. You no longer dislike Jace, but he feels distant from you to the point where you no longer want to be his girlfriend. Luke will always be a good little brother to you, but your relationship with him isn’t just sibling-like either. What should you do with this relationship?

You’re currently in a car with two siblings, heading towards their family’s vacation home. You tried every possible way to avoid traveling with them, but luck wasn’t on your side. Your mom insisted firmly that she wouldn’t let you come if you didn’t ride with them. Did they slip your mom some money, perhaps?

You sit alone in the back seat, staring out the side window, trying to ignore the occasional glances from Jace and Luke. Since that party, you haven’t really talked to them seriously, having avoided conversations on purpose.

The vacation home is a place you never thought could actually exist. Nestled in a forest with a lake right in front, it’s a picture-perfect setting. You can’t help but wonder if they were born with a silver spoon in their mouth.

Upon arrival, you all help unload the car. Their luggage is minimal since it’s their family home. Luke comes over to help you with your bag, which you really didn’t need help with since you only had a rolling suitcase and a backpack. Jace goes to open the house door and shows you to the guest room on the second floor.

“My room is on the third floor.” Jace says. “Call us if you need anything.” You nod in acknowledgment before they leave. The tension starts to ease up a bit, they’re probably feeling as awkward as you are. You start organizing your things in the room, pull out a bikini, and change into it, covering up with a T-shirt and shorts.

You decide to go sit in the living room and read, enjoying the view of the lake. When you get downstairs, you find Luke already there, reading a book as well. You choose to sit next to him and try to act as normal as possible.

“The twins said they’ll leave tomorrow.” Jace says as he comes down. “The car had a bit of trouble, and the Green family is stuck in an urgent meeting. They can fly out the day after tomorrow.”

“Did you know?” Luke whispers. “It’s just us here in the house right now.” This makes your face turn red. You quickly use the book to cover your face.

“Want to go for a swim?” Jace asks, pulling the book away from your face before you can respond. He lifts you up and carries you outside, with Luke following closely behind.

Jace sets you down on the wooden deck and takes off his shirt. Luke does the same. You feel extremely shy, even though you’ve all seen each other before; it makes your heart race. You slowly take off your T-shirt and shorts, getting ready to jump in the lake after them.

It feels like going back to childhood again. The three of you used to play together like this all the time. You don’t want to lose such a good relationship, but you might realize too late how important it is. Only now do you understand that it’s almost too late to change things.

You and the two siblings decided to watch a movie together in the living room. You sit down in the middle between them, with Luke on your right and Jace on your left. After some time adjusting the remote to find a movie, you finally settle into the wide sofa.

After a while, you start to notice that their hands are not still. One hand slips under your shirt and begins to slide along your skin, slowly squeezing your chest. Meanwhile, the other hand moves up your thigh, continuing until it reaches your panty. You try to pull their hand away, but it’s ineffective. Their octopus-like hands continue to flow across your body.

“Stop.” you say with an unsteady voice. “We can’t do this.” Your voice trembles and starts to waver.

“Can’t we?” Jace asks.

“Please.” Luke adds. Their puppy-dog eyes make it hard for you to refuse, and their mischievous gaze melts your resolve.

“Alright.” you reply. “But let’s do it upstairs.”

The door to the room closed. The three of you were like magnets drawn together. Luke's lips pressed against yours urgently. You felt their hands, like octopuses, roaming all over your body, both squeezing and biting, leaving red marks.

"Don't leave marks." you said, your voice breaking. As your lips parted, the younger and older ones took their place. Their gazes made you feel as though you were completely naked, even though you hadn't removed a single piece of clothing.

The three slowly moved to the bed, Jacaerys slowly caught you lying down without leaving his lips apart, you saw that Luke was bullish on topless, just like Jace, he slowly held your legs apart, not in a hurry.

"Our angels." Jace said, and slowly took off the shirt and pants that covered you. "All of me" Lucerys is not less. When holding your legs in the shape of an M, smeared the kiss from the lap to your thigh. Use the bite to cause a rose colour around the thigh. Your prohibition is not effective.

Luke's fingers chase cleft, use their fingers to play with your swollen clit, your back is not on the bed, moaning out of your mouth but Jace's hand holds your waist to close to the bed as before, his tongue licks all over his body, bites the waist, chest, upper arms, neck, everywhere in the upper part of your body.

"God— Jace" You sing when his tongue circles your hard nipples. The line of feeling there makes you very sensitive. The younger brother is displeased that you are moaning about your brother. He gradually accelerates the rhythm that drags with your clit faster and faster. Your hands can’t stay still, and you find that Luke’s curly hair makes you feel good.

“Lucerys—” your voice is hoarse, now you are wet and want a lot, Jace leaves your body as a lip again, your other hand is on his face, supporting you in degrees to exchange sweetness for each other

The force in the palm of your hand on the Luke's head increases, a muffled moan from your mouth. When Lucerys starts to use his fingers into your body, you are soaked and needs fulfilment. He doesn't stop at one finger. When your body is conditioned, he gradually increases one finger at a time.

Jace detachs from you and gently takes off his shorts, you can see his hard core, it's big enough to keep you from forgetting its size in a few days, he jerks it up a few times before feeding it to you like a delicious sausage.

“Open your mouth for me, love.” You start by kissing it of his head and start using a small tongue to lick around the tip. His moan makes you feel good. Soon he starts stuffing it into your mouth and you take it as if it's your favorite popsicle.

The hand of the man on top grasped your face and gently rubbed your cheek, lying down, “You are my Goddess.” you feel like you are floating in the sky.

The fingers transformed into Luke's cock came in one go, making you scream incoherently in the mouth. “What a noble cunt.” He moaned. Lucerys held your waist tightly. His hips slammed in with a fierce and unmerciless rhythm.

Jacearys too, the two hips that hit your body are fast and violent, but there's no denying that you'll like it, like it because they're the ones who do, treat as if you're just theirs, no one can take you out of them.

"I'm close, love" Luke said. Use one of his hands to touch your clit. "At the same time." Jace added. The atmosphere in the room is hot, even though the air conditioner is in the degree that makes it possible to cover the clothes. The sweat on your body is popping along the body. The sound of flesh hitting flesh t is loud throughout the room.

The rhythm of the three of you who didn't have any posture to drop or shaft down at all, turned out to be faster with unlimited acceleration. Finally, your finished moan came out. Luke holds your waist tightly, pushing his hips as close to you as possible. While Jace pulled out his core and released it in your abdomen.

Your voice is hoarse after liberation, the body is a little twitching, “Such a good girl.” compliments from Jace, your consciousness is barely left, they turn your body upside down, alternating the place of Luke and Jace, brother's big hands squeeze your hips until it leaves a red mark.

You almost lost your balance when Jace took his finger into your cunt that still had Luke's cum. “Don't let it flow out, love.” He inserted his cock again into one round. “This cunt that never really betrayed me.” He used his finger that relied on your little cunt to clean you and you agreed to do it.

"Good girl." Luke said. "A good girl must not refuse the request, right?" The person in front of you pulls his cock that is no different from his brother up and down. "Suck it." You use your small mouth to gradually dominate the bigness of the man in front of you. It almost can't make you suck. His hand will gradually up your hair. "The most fuckable person"

Your brain has nothing to think about, all white, the sound of flesh and the lewd sound that you are not ashamed of. The tingling below that Jacearys gives almost makes you forget to focus on what is in your mouth. The big palms of Jace and Luke are stamped on your butt as if they are the owner.

“I can't imagine who it will be if it's not you here.” Jacearys bent down to say to you. “Because it's only you.” he continued. “This cunt so tight and that suits my cock the most." The hips that hit in at a speed that is not different from his brother. It hit your g-spot, repeating, making you almost crazy.

“I'm close.” Jace said, and Luke's hand reached to grab your clit, it made you almost scream out with the thrill they received, and you finished squeezing Jace and Luke's cum coming out of your mouth.

You lay on your back on the large bed, with Jace and Luke snuggled close beside you. It was a moment of respite before you'd need to clean up again.

"We've been thinking." Jace said, his voice soft but earnest, "that maybe we should be in a relationship—polyamory."

You glanced at him, then at Luke. “What will my mother and your mothers think?”

"They'll be thrilled." Luke responded with a grin.

“Think about everything we've done over the past two weeks without any of you.”

“You two are incredibly devious.”

“So, do you love us?” they asked in unison, their voices filled with hopeful anticipation.

You smiled and replied, “Yes, I do.”

[bump1nthen1ght]

A Very Monstrous Kinktober: Day 7 (Stuck in a Wall)

Kink: Stuck in a Wall

Pairing: Male!Satyr x GN!Reader

Other Kinks: Creampie

Warnings: N/A

Word Count: 1098 words

Kinktober Masterlist

“Well, ain’t this funny?”

“Yes, I am aware of the apparent comedy of this situation.” You deadpan, rolling your eyes even though Georgios can’t see you. “Could you help?”

“I dunno.” Georgios drawls, the sexy southern accent of his sounding especially snarky at the moment. “Seems awful inappropriate, me grabbing ya by the hips and such.” You hear a thunk, presumably Georgios leaning up against the other side of the wall you are currently stuck in. “Ain’t you the one he said we shouldn’t be fraternizing so much at work?”

“Considering I am currently stuck halfway through the barn window, I think an exception can be made here.” You knew telling Georgios, that horn dog, that you couldn’t fuck in the hay whenever you fell like would come to bite you in the butt. It's not that you didn’t want to, but considering how many “breaks” you guys had been taking these past few weeks, your daily productivity had gone way down.

Georgios, in rebellion of your suggestion, had gone out of his way not to touch you these past couple days. It's what had made you so cantankerous, what had made you distracted, and what made you accidentally knock off the lock keeping the slide open as you leaned in to get something through the window.

“If you say so. But I better not hear about how I distracted you from your chores.”

“Me being stuck seems to be the most distracting thing at the moment. Now, just pull up-”

You gasp as Georgios yanks at the gem of your jeans, revealing the top of your underwear

“Georgios!”

“What?” He asks, voice reeking of mischief. “I’m trying to help, not my fault you ain’t wearing a belt.” Georgios yanks again, not even trying to actually grab your hips, and your pants fly down, revealing your tight underwear. You hear a muttered “Damn, what an ass.” Through the window pane.

“That's clearly not helping.”

“I dunno what you’re talking about. It seems you’re a whole lot looser than before.” A calloused, working man's hand prods at your hole, making you jerk. “In more ways than one.”

You shamefully admit that the past few days of no sex has made your body extra sensitive, Georgios thumb enough to send a shiver down your spine. Your abdomen tightens, craving something to fill it.

Trying to fight your wandering mind, you don’t even feel Georgios trying to pull at the hems of your underwear until he does, cold air brushing against your ass. You want to yell at him, tell him to get his mind out the gutter and watch himself, but all you get is a breathy moan as Georgios slips two fingers into your sensitive entrance. So smooth too, almost like-

You hear the squirt of a bottle.

Did that rat bastard bring lube with him?

You curse, wondering if maybe that thing you needed, so tantalizingly set in front of the busted window, was just ‘misplaced’ afterall.

But your snark is cut off by more moans, Georgios scissoring his fingers in and out of you. Thighs clenching, knees beginning to shake, dammit, it feels good.

“See? This is nice.” Georgios purrs, drawl purring deeper and deeper. “Why we gotta fight it so hard anyway? It’s our farm after all.”

“Yeah, but-” Breath catches in your throat, the familiar head of Georgios cock pressing against your tight hole. The fur of goat legs brush against the back of your thighs, goosebumps running up your thighs. “Oooh.” You pant, like a dog in heat.

Even through the window you know Georgios smirking, always knowing how to push your buttons. Damn Satyrs and their irresistible charm.

“That’s right, sugar, just relax.” Gerogios rubs his calloused hand along your backside, delighted in the way you squeak when he hits it. “Lemme treat my baby right.”

Losing all pretense to fight it, you let your body sink into the pleasure. You don’t bite back your moans as Georgios sinks into you, letting the pleasant burning stretch ripple through your hips. His moan is kore guttural, probably tossing his head back as he finally sinks into you, balls deep.

These 3 days have been the longest you’ve gone without having sex, and Georgios is starving.

His ball slap against your underside as he fucks you, too horny to slowly undo you like he usually does, setting a hard and heavy pace. You can't complain, not with the way it stirs something deep in your huts, hitting the right spots inside of you.

“Georgios!” You keen, voice high and whiny. The position you're stuck in means you can’t throw your hips backwards as you usually do, left at the mercy of your husband to set the pace.

Georgios is kind, thankfully, using your hips like handles to yank on to his dick. The slick sounds of lube and precum ring out as his pelvis knocks against your ass cheeks, his fur getting damp with your juices.

“Fuck, baby, how am I supposed to resist this?” Georigos slaps your ass, having you squeal like a pig. “Walking around in these jeans, all hot and sweaty, not being able to touch ya’.” Georgios thrusts extra hard, swiveling his hips to press up against the deepest part of you. “It’s downright cruel.”

He makes a compelling point. Why did you even suggest such a rule?

You’re left with no proper arguments against him as the tingly sensation spreads down to your toad, that delicious high coming nearer and nearer. The hot and stuffy barn interior has sweat dripping down the side of your face, tongue lolled out like a proper cum-dump.

“That's it, baby. Cum for daddy.” Georgios purrs, slapping your ass against his hips starts to get more frantic. “I’ll give you a treat if you do, fill you up for being so good.”

Your thighs close together, knees beginning to tremble as that buzzing moves up your chest, all the way to your face. Your head feels stuffed with cotton, so close, so close-

“Aah!”

“Oooh shit.” Georgios stutters as you spasm around him. He’s able to ride out a couple more thrusts before shooting deep inside you, a heavy load from 3 days of blue balls.

You hear a thud against the window pane, just able to contort enough to see Georgios head resting against the window, dick softening inside you. Drips of cum leak out of you, making even more of a mess.

Whelp, guess you’d have to accept your new rule as a lost cause. Gods know you could never give up this.

[the-offside-rule]

Trent Alexander - Arnold (Liverpool) - Good Cop, Bad Cop

Requested: yes

Prompt: 6) Good-cop, Bad-cop parenting

Warnings: none

Baby Prompts

As the tunes had been booming throughout the Alexander-Arnold household gym, Trent focused on his workout, the rhythmic thud of weights hitting the floor echoing in the room. "Dad?" Suddenly, the door creaked open, and Mila, his adorable toddler, toddled in, holding a packet of biscuits. Trent dropped the weight, smiling brightly upon seeing his daughter. "Trent, look what I found!" Mila exclaimed, her eyes wide with excitement. Trent sighed at hearing her say his name instead of 'Dad'. He just struggled to correct her or even tell her to stop. "Oh, what have you got there, Mila?" With an irresistible smile, she extended the packet towards her father. Unable to resist, Trent took a biscuit from the packet and handed it to her, secretly reveling in the joy on her face.

As Trent resumed his workout, Mila waddled away into the kitchen where Y/n was cooking the family dinner and spotted her daughter munching on her biscuit. "Mila? Can I have the biscuits please?" Mila nodded, guilt etched in her face. "Where did you get these?" She asked. "Trent." Mila replied. "Mila, how many times? You should call him Dad." Y/n said. "Now, into the living room, I'll put on some cartoons while you colour."

Trent had moved onto his cool-down and was relaxing on the bike. Y/n walked in, holding the packet of biscuits. Trent looked at her confused, before reaching to grab one. She slapped his hand away gently, making him hiss. "Why did you give her these? She's going to spoil her dinner." Trent grinned, wiping sweat off his forehead. "Well, I couldn't say no to those puppy-dog eyes. Blame it on her irresistible charm, gets it from me." Y/n playfully rolled her eyes. "You're such a softie. Now, let's see if we can burn off those biscuits together."

Trent, catching his breath, looked at Y/n. "You know, these biscuits are like you." Y/n arched a brow. "Sweet, sometimes a bit crumbly, but always worth it." Y/n chuckled, giving him a playful nudge. "Smooth talker, aren't you? Well, you go shower and maybe, I'll treat you to something other than a bourbon biscuit." Y/n winked, before turning to walk away. "Is it sweeter than a bourbon?" He teased. "If you'd rather the bourbon babe, I will leave you with the bourbons."

[jamminvroomvroom]

lol removing all of the vases in your apartment after seeing footage of Lando breaking Max's trophy

cute cute cuteeee - thank you for the request!

warnings: minors pls dni with my work, fluff, whiny baby lando

“no, i don’t care, you are not getting your hands on one of my vases!” you exclaimed, darting around your boyfriends grabby hands.

lando was a tease, always had been, always would be, although you much preferred it when he kept his teasing to the bedroom, and didn’t use it to taunt you about all of the gorgeous glassware that you’d collected throughout your adult life.

after a controversial end to the hungarian race weekend, that concluded with max’s trophy laying in shards on the podium and an invoice sent to your boyfriend worth more than your rent, you’d decided that if lando, being the giant child he was, wanted to treat the world like a playroom, you’d have to go to great lengths to protect your possessions.

“but baby, i’m just trying to help.” he whined, pouting at you.

“um, excuse you, but i’m doing this to protect my gorgeous vases from your menacing ways, so that i’ve got somewhere to store all of the flowers you keep plying me with.” you scolded, once again managing to avoid him as he darted towards you.

as soon as the crystal piece was placed (safely) out of his reach, you felt his warm hands on your waist, scooping you up into his chest, lifting you off of the ground. you shrieked, his fingers working into your sides, tickling you as you struggled, the sound of both of your laughter filling the lounge.

“stop it, you goblin.” you teased, fighting for your escape but he wouldn’t relent, dropping you gently onto the sideboard behind you.

“i know i’ve been a bit… hazardous lately, but did you really have to hide my trophies?” he frowned, giving you his stupid, irresistible puppy dog eyes. you laughed him off, looping your hands around his neck, fingers tugging gently at the golden brown curls at the nape of his neck.

“you, mr norris, are your very own worst enemy.”

[gojosprettyprincess]

Tw Cheating, degradation, daddy kink, reader cheats on geto with gojo. Gojo insults Geto but still thinks he deserves better.

Gojo knew he shouldn't be doing this, it's disrespectful, unacceptable, distasteful. Yet he just can't stop, It's not like it was his fault your cunt was so fucking tight and irresistible, swallowing his cock whole as he plunges it in and out of you in the backseat of his car.

"Bet ya stupid little boyfriend can't fuck you this good baby" he groans as he felt your cunt clenching around his cock tighter due to his sinful words. "What a nasty little whore, clamming around my cock just cause I shit talked your boyfriend?, such a dirty little slut, getting off to another mans cock in your slutty cunt".

"Sugu deserved so much better than a dumb little cheating whore like you" you can't help but whimper at his degrading words, you love your boyfriend geto, he treats you so well, so good to you but he just can't pleasure you the way his best friend does.

The way satoru bullies his fat cock head into your cunt and stretches you so wide around his thick length while he fucks you so hard and stupid, you just can't get enough of that shit. Pussy clammed soo snugly around his dick as he's plowing you from behind, your face smushed up against the cold glass window, lewd wet sounds of skin slapping together filling the car as it's rocking back and forth.

"Gonna stuff this tight cunt so full of my cum" he grunts, feeling your cunt throbbing around him, "oh wow, of course the thought of another man filling you up turns you on, such a sick little bitch". His big hand lands harsh slaps on both of your already red ass cheeks as he moves his head closer to your neck, sucking and nibbling on the tender flesh, making sure he gets it all red and purple so your boyfriend can see it just for you to tell him that you got bitten by something.

You felt his hard cock twitching inside of you as he starts moaning into your neck, hard cum filled balls slapping against your soppy clit as he's rutting into you hard and recklessly like a desperate dog in heat. "Holy fucking shit, gonna drain my balls so fucking deep inside of you baby, oh fuckkkk". The way his voice sounded so fucking hot when he's moaning and talking dirty makes your eyes roll back, everything Satoru does during sex is just perfect, its like he knew exactly how to satisfy and pleasure you unlike your boyfriend.

"Yesyesyes! Please fill me up daddy!, need it s'badly please, m begging you" you cried out, so desperate and needy to be filled by him once again, you were just a tight hole for him to use whenever you two would meet up to fuck while Suguru is busy and clueless. Its been your little secret for the past two months. Your guilty pleasure.

Your eyes rolled in the back of your head as you felt hot ropes of cum spurting into you, painting your tight walls white as he filled you up while he fucks it deeper and deeper into you with each forceful snap of his hips against you. He kisses your temple down to your jawline before pulling his cock out of you slowly, being very careful not to let any cum drip onto his car seat.

After the two of you was finished cleaning up, you saw the bright light of your phone's lock screen on with a bunch of missed calls and messages from Suguru. A big wave of guilt washes over you.

Suguru🤞🫀

"Baby are you okay?!"

"Why aren't you replying to me, where are you??"

(48 missed calls)

"I'm starting to get worried..please text me back princess"

"Baby it's been hours where are you? I came back from work a while ago, why didn’t you tell me you were going somewhere?"

[silverskyeline]

hi ! ੈ♡˳

im skye, 26, she/her and i love writing ! ! ! requests are OPEN ! ! ! minors dni

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✦ paedophilia, incest, rape etc ✦ some hard kinks ✦ real actors/people

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✧ fluff, angst, smut ✧ one shots ✧ hurt/comfort

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ੈ♡˳ characters/fandoms i write:

✩ wolverine ✩ deadpool ✩ hugh jackman characters

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ੈ♡˳ Wolverine

✩ worst wolverine ✦ 'messy' (nsfw) - worst!logan x f!reader // logan learns that you can squirt, he indulges in that information (1.8k words) ✦ 'hunger' (nsfw) - worst!logan x f!reader // logan can't tear his mind away from the new barmaid at his usual haunt. he tries to resist you, he really does. but when you're both alone in the bathroom, he finds he's not the only one plagued with filthy thoughts. (3.9k words)

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✩ old man logan ✦ 'look at me' (nsfw) - oldman!logan x gn!reader // logan can't fuck like he used to, but you don't care. you get on top, gladly taking care of him in return (2k words) ✦ 'forever in blue jeans' (nsfw) - oldman!logan x f!reader // riding old man logans thigh while he wears jeans (500 words) ✦ 'my man' (nsfw) - oldman!logan x gn!reader // he's irresistible in that work suit of his, so much so that you decide to treat him with it on. (1.3k) ✦ 'domestic life' - oldman!logan x gn!reader // domestic life with logan headcanons (700 words) ✦ 'the man in the mirror' - oldman!logan x gn!reader // comforting logan as he questions his identity (600 words) ✦ 'always' - oldman!logan x gn!reader // logan is struggling to look after himself, you trim his beard while he sleeps. (800 words)

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✩ general logan / aus / other ✦ 'nsfw alphabet headcanons' (nsfw) - logan x gn!reader // the word 'logan' for the nsfw alphabet (800 words) ✦ 'branded' (nsfw) - logan x gn!reader // wearing logans dog tags as you ride him (300 words) ✦ 'joyride' - (nsfw) logan x f!reader // logan fucks you on his (scotts) motorbike in the middle of the forest because you can't keep it down inside the mansion. (1.7k words) ✦ 'heavy metal lover' (nsfw) - logan x f!reader // imagine logan is in a metal band and he uses you before every gig in his dressing room (300 words) ✦ 'save a horse, ride a cowboy' (nsfw) - cowboy!logan x gn!reader // riding cowboy logan (370 words) ✦ 'bad idea, right?' (nsfw) - dofp!logan x f!reader // your father hired him to protect you, not to fuck you. but logan never really liked playing by the rules. (1.7k) ✦ 'strangers' (nsfw) - logan x f!reader // the stranger in the leather jacket at the bar wants you as much as you want him. (800 words) ✦ 'number one fan' - rockstar!logan x popstar!wade // rockstar logan meets popstar wade backstage. what could go wrong? (1.1k words) ✦ 'im sorry' - logan x gn!reader // logan would never hurt you, but in his nightmares he's often not able to control his claws - he's hurt you, the one thing he never wanted to do. (1k) ✦ 'snow day' - logan x gn!reader // logan hates the snow, hates that it reminds him of the past. but he soon finds that being with you gives it a whole new meaning. (1.1k)

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[jackles010378]

Don't lick your lips 👄

A simple game turns into something naughty, and finally releases some undisclosed feelings 😏🔥

(Warnings: smut! )

Rummaging through the cupboards in the kitchen, you couldn't find a single thing to make dinner for you and the guys, so you decided to go shopping and stock up on groceries and a few other things for the bunker.

Cas and Jack had gone with you as Sam was busy with Eileen and Dean was working on Baby claiming the oil needed changing and some other things needed to be checked over.

Walking down the stairs to the bunker, you were laughing at something Cas had asked you whilst you guys were out shopping, which for the whole ride back he didn't shut up about, "all I'm asking is why is an orange called an orange, and so why can't a banana be called a yellow? If they were named after the colour of it surely it makes sense it should be called yellow?". Sam and Dean were sitting at the table in the kitchen having a drink when they heard you still laughing at Cas.

You started putting the groceries away and placed a tray of doughnuts on the table next to the boys. Dean tried to sneak one out of the box but you saw him and told him he'd have to wait til after dinner.

The puppy dog look he gave didn't work even though you found it irresistibly cute. You had realised in the past year you had developed feelings for the eldest Winchester. But you knew he would never go for someone like you. You saw the women he left the bar with, slim and gorgeous. You were well let say average and carried a little extra weight. You were happy with how you looked, but knew Dean would never like you the way you liked him.

After you all had finished eating the spaghetti Bolognese you had made everyone, you placed the doughnuts in the middle of the table. You saw Dean's eyes light up. He went to open the box but you lay your hand flat on top of it "hey y/n, you said we could have these after dinner, well, it's after dinner" you pulled the box towards you as you say staring at those gorgeous green eyes " I suggest we play a game" you said looking at the 4 men sitting at the table with you. They all looked puzzled at you as you started to explain " so we all gotta eat a doughnut" Dean cuts in "yeah bout time too" you pulled the box back " nah ah ah, not so fast Dean, like I was saying, we all gotta eat a doughnut but you can't like your lips" Cas looked at you "that's physically impossible to not lick your lips it's an impulse you have to" you looked at Cas "it's just a game Cas to see who can refrain from doing it" "oh, ok".

You, Jack, Sam, Dean and Cas all picked a doughnut and started eating. Straight away Cas lost, licking his lips instantly "see I told you". Then it was Jack, he licked as the jam went sliding down his chin. Sam followed jack, he didn't like how much sugar was on the doughnut and claimed he'd have to run an extra 5 miles to burn off the calories he had consumed.

So that left just you and Dean. You sat opposite from each other, staring at each other as you both continued to eat. With every bite, Dean couldn't take his eyes off your mouth, the way the sugar coated them, the way your mouth fit round the sugary treat as you took a bite. He had fallen for you a while ago, but never had the guts to tell you to your face. All he could think of right now was how he wanted to lick the sugar off your lips. It caused him to cough slightly and his tongue poked through and swiped across his bottom lip. "Ha, you just licked your lip, I win" you stated as he threw his half eaten doughnut on the table. You thought he would try and claim he didn't but he just raised his hands in defeat "you got me sweetheart, you win".

Dean got up from his seat and got himself a beer, grabbing one for you. Cas, Sam and Jack had gone off to their rooms leaving you and Dean alone in the kitchen. As you were about to get up to clean your face, Dean came and stood right in front of you, pinning you between him and the table. Dean reached past you to grab a napkin. He offered it to you to which you took it from him.

You were about to wipe the sugary powder from your lips but Dean pulled the napkin away and crashed his lips onto yours. Shock ran through your body, you had frozen in place. He felt you standing there, completely still, as he pulled back to look into your eyes. He could see your wide eyes staring back at him and how red your cheeks had gone. "Sorry, I couldn't help myself. Your lips looked delicious" he said with a smirk on his face. For a moment Dean thought he had ruined his friendship with you. He went to walk away but you stopped him by grabbing his shirt. You pulled him back in for another kiss, smiling into it you felt Dean relax and let out a sigh whilst he kissed you softly but with all the passion he could muster. You pulled from the kiss, looking straight into his eyes "sorry but your lips looked very kissable, I've wanted to do that since I met you".

A slight blush dyed your cheeks, Dean wrapped you in his arms kissing you harder as he lifted you to sit on the table. His hands were trying to grip every part of your body. Your thigh was nestled in-between his legs as you felt his bulge getting bigger. Dean broke from the kiss to look at you, making sure you wanted the same as him. You nodded. You made your way to his room, not once letting go of each other.

As soon as the door was closed, Dean was right by you, kissing you so hard it almost knocked you off your feet, he pulled your shirt off as you unbuttoned his flannel. It shocked him to find you had been braless the whole time. He then moved to the button on your jeans as you did the same to him. Almost in unison you both let your jeans pool on the floor by your feet, kicking them across the room. Dean lay you gently on the bed as he stood between your legs, slowly pulling your underwear down. He then removed his boxers and hovered over the top of you, kissing his way up to your neck. You let out a slight moan as he found the sweet spot on your neck, your hands ruffled through his hair.

He pulled back slightly, looking at you, not quite believing what was about to happen. You placed your hand on his cheek "don't back out on me now Winchester, I've dreamt of this moment for so long, wanted you for so long. Please, fuck me..." As soon as you stopped speaking, his lips were kissing you roughly as he slipped deep inside of you. Dean let out a groan of pleasure as he felt your walls squeeze every inch of him, how warm and wet you were for him.

He'd felt nothing like it before. All this time he was out chasing tail, he could've had you like he's always wanted. Dean rested his head on your shoulder as he filled you completely. You nudged him whispering in his ear "move, please Dean, move for me" at that he started off slow. He wanted to savour every moment of this, him sliding in and out of you, the moans you were making, your breathing speeding up and hitching when he found your sweet spot. When he saw your eyes roll back he knew you were close. He could feel you pulsating around his cock.

He started to thrust faster, chasing his own orgasm. His fingers trailed down your abdomen, slowly finding your clit as he started to rub at it. Your back arched into him as his thrusts started to get sloppy "oh god, Dean, fuck I'm gonna cum". He looked at you, sweat covering your face as he hummed at you, "let go for me sweetheart, lets do it together, I got you, let go for me" with one last hard thrust you were coming undone underneath him as he was in ecstasy above you. He didn't want to take his eyes off you as you came beneath him. He thought it was the most beautiful thing and sound he'd ever heard.

He rolled off the top of you as you both tried to get your breathing under control. Dean pulled the blanket over you to which you thought was sweet of him. He turned to look at you as his hand came up to your face to brush a strand of hair away that was stuck to your face, you grabbed his hand and placed a kiss in his palm "so, I think I'll be buying doughnuts more often if this is the outcome" you said with a giggle "but seriously, Dean, where does this leave us" you said gesturing with you hand between the both of you. Dean lent up on his side, his head resting on his hand, his other hand slowly drawing circles on your stomach "y/n, this means that I wanna be with you, I've always wanted to be with you" you rolled towards him kissing him deeply "you took your time Winchester".

(I hope you guys enjoyed this, I was eating a doughnut and this story came to my mind lol and then I remembered the episode of Dean eating a doughnut and all I wanted to do was lick the powder of his lips 😏🔥😆)

TAGLIST: @k-slla @cevansbaby-dove @kaleldobrev @janineb86 @deans-daydream @alternativeprincess94 @tmb510

[cuddlyscribe]

Hello! I hope you don't mind but may I request fem or gn dating headcanons (sfw & nsfw) of Hwoarang, Steve Fox, and Forest Law from Tekken please? - 🌱

🌱 anon??? you are speaking my language!! some of my fave tekken characters here and so underrated! hope you enjoy! ❤️

[TEKKEN MASTERLIST]

sfw

Dating Steve Fox is very similar to what it would be like to date a celebrity. He's been in more than his fair share of Iron Fist tournaments, and was well known for being a boxing prodigy well before that.

You get to enjoy all the trappings of dating a famous athlete, all of which is enhanced by the fact that Steve just naturally wants to spoil you rotten.

And if you knew Steve before he became a boxing champion, you know that that's always how he's been; doesn't matter if he had two million dollars or two dollars, he is treating you like a queen.

Plus he's just such a gentleman. You will have people turning heads with the way he treats you.

Steve will literally carry you over a puddle because he doesn't want you to worry about messing up your shoes, or encourage you to talk about things you're passionate about in public so he can show off to other people how amazing you are.

If you want a man that's gonna be obsessed with you and everything you do, Steve is the one you want.

nsfw

Despite how intimidating he might look on the outside to everyone else, Steve is such the ultimate softie. Like the kind to pour his soul out to you while he's hitting it from the back.

It might be an unpopular opinion, but I think Steve is a bit of a sub. And if not a full-blown one, then at the very least he's got to be a switch.

Steve has been on his own for most of his life and hasn't ever gotten the chance to fully relinquish himself to anyone, to let himself release his control and his fear.

Being submissive with you means not being afraid anymore, and he trusts you so much to show such a side of himself.

He also is a NOISY guy... Like all my people that love a man that moans in their ear? Steve does that and then some.

Steve is also the master of begging; good luck holding out for even a fraction of a second against this hunk of a man on his hands and knees, desperate to taste you at any cost.

sfw

Arrogant, snarky Hwoarang. The bastard is irresistible, really, once you really get to know him. Chances are you'll hate each other before that happens, though.

He loves to annoy you with his constant flirting, always standing just close enough to watch you squirm and blush. And being as tall and broad-shouldered as he is, he figures it's easy to get you flustered.

For my friends that are masters of banter, you're in luck. Hwoarang can take as much as he gives, so go all out. He loves seeing you get fired up, especially if it's directed at him.

When you're dating, Hwoarang just soaks up your attention. When you're talking to him, spending time with him, he simply cannot get enough of it. It's like an addiction.

Expect him to get a bit pouty if he's not the center of your attention for a bit. He won't be toxic about it, of course, but he will give you puppy dog eyes for as long as you can stand it, which he bets will not be long at all.

nsfw

Hwoarang being cocky translates perfectly to the bedroom. The man is a dom through and through and he loves it. But particularly being the caring, loving dom that emphasizes aftercare.

He will fuck you for hours and hours, until you feel like your legs are jelly and your thighs burn, and Hwoarang will have energy to spare. What with his kind of stamina and enthusiasm, he knows you're sure to be tuckered out.

Let this man pull your hair because you will love what he does. It's a gentle but firm tug, one that burns ever so slightly but adds an extra layer of feeling. It will have your eyes rolling into the back of your head.

He also loves giving you the illusion of control. You can ride him and let him eat you out, boss him around even, but Hwoarang knows that he can instantly be the one in charge because he knows your weaknesses so well.

But cleanup, getting water, all the kisses and cuddles, Hwoarang has got it covered. He knows he can be rough, and the least he can do is take care of you with all his heart afterwards.

sfw

The polar opposite of the initial Hwoarang Experience™️, getting to know Forest Law is literally the most pleasant experience ever.

He is very energetic and friendly, and when he sees you for the first time (and falls head over heels) he doesn't hesitate to come up to you and introduce himself. Please prepare for his attempts at impressing you.

And dating him is just as exciting and wholesome. Like you can imagine the kinds of crazy adventures you two get up to; it's never a dull moment in the Law house.

It's also a must that you know his dad. Forest and Marshall are super close and train together a lot, so chances are you will see his father a ton. But don't worry, as long as you treat his son right then he will be a big fan of you.

Forest is not very rich and thus doesn't have the means to take you on fancy dates. But that doesn't matter much; it's the thought that counts!

His favorite places to take you are on long walks in the city at night to admire the lights and people watch. Then afterwards you can watch him beat up street criminals and get ice cream after.

nsfw

Forest is extremely gentle, perhaps to an extreme. Because he's so ripped and possesses the ability to break nearly any solid object in half, the last thing he wants to do is hurt you.

Now he won't treat you like a glass figurine or anything, but he naturally just wants to not be aggressive or rough. It's kind of just how he is.

This man will fuck you slow and with so much feeling behind every little movement. And being as enormous as he is, he will make sure you can take every inch of his cock comfortably before he starts to move.

Will shower you with pet names and chant your name over and over because you make him feeling incredible. Like this man adores you so much and you are his world! He can't fathom how he got so lucky.

Forest also just loves when you tell him how good he's making you feel. That way he can just make you cum over and over again, which is quite possibly what heaven would look like for him.

[softagenda]

call the hounds (leander)

leander x reader(f)

au - leander takes care of a pest (possessive behavior)

originally posted on ao3

masterlist

Preview

Leander stood at the entrance of the alley, one hand braced on his hip. Green, faintly glowing eyes surveyed the scene, taking in the knife, the merc with his hand out, and undoubtedly the ire writ large on your face. With a clap of his hands, he approached and smiled charmingly. To you, he asked, “What seems to be the problem?”

“Tomcat here can’t take a fight nor a hint, apparently.”

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“There’s a pub in Lowtown - the Dregs and Pegs - stocks a perfect ale for an evening like this. Let me buy you a drink.”

You swerved through the crowd and headed toward the Wick, one hand hovering by the dagger strapped to your hip. “Not interested.”

“C’mon, I promise it’ll be worth your while! Who can turn down a free drink?”

“Me.” Especially when you’re literally heading toward one right now. Leander typically plied you with drinks every night just to keep you from retreating to your room and passing out for the night.

Stumbling along at your heels, the would-be mercenary laughed. “Playing hard to get, I like it.”

The dagger’s handle slipped into your hand without thinking, your thumb rubbing the pommel. “Not playing.” 

“Hey, straight shooter, I like that too.” 

Patience thinning underneath the muggy heat of the night, you spun into an alley and upped the pace of your strides, close enough to the Wick that you’d rather lose him in the pub than on the street. Though the Wick was far from choosy with its clientele, mercenaries not affiliated with the Bloodhounds tended to steer clear. 

“So you’re not interested in the Dregs - you will find me more than accommodating to your tastes. Shall we head to your usual haunt?” 

Fuck this. At the next corner, you turned on your heel and forced him against the wall, dagger out and pressed to his throat. His adam’s apple bobbed against the blade. “How about you be ‘more than accommodating’ to my knife and choke on it?”

The mercenary - Foland something, you couldn’t be bothered to remember - grinned winsomely, his hands raised in surrender. He wasn’t a bad-looking guy, and perhaps that was the root of the problem. Curly blond hair, brown eyes, full mouth. In decent shape with quality armor, even if that pack of wildewolves had nearly made a particularly meaty dog treat out of him in the wastes.

You’d think twice before saving a random merc’s ass in the future.

“I know I should be frightened right now, and I am, but I must admit,” the merc said under his breath, leering down at you, “but I find this very attractive. Whatever will you do with me?” His head tipped back, pushing his neck closer to the edge of the blade.

He thought this was a fucking game. You pictured it for a moment, but ultimately decided lugging his corpse out of the city would be more hassle than it was worth. 

“I can cut this neck or the other one. Take your pick.” 

“The other - “ He froze, his flirty smile falling. An entire conversation seemed to play out across his face, and you couldn’t imagine how he’d managed in Eridia with a face that easy to read and that irresistible to a fist. Then the smirk returned. “Oh, I see.”

“You really don’t.”

“You’re into knife play, yes?” He reached up as if to grab your arm.

“For fuck’s sake - “

“Need a hand?”

Both of you froze at the new voice, accompanied by a long shadow at the mouth of the alley. You turned to look and felt a mixture of relief and exhaustion. 

Leander stood at the entrance of the alley, one hand braced on his hip. Green, faintly glowing eyes surveyed the scene, taking in the knife, the merc with his hand out, and undoubtedly the ire writ large on your face. With a clap of his hands, he approached and smiled charmingly. To you, he asked, “What seems to be the problem?”

“Tomcat here can’t take a fight nor a hint, apparently.”

“That’s - there were three of them, beautiful, I’m only one man - “

“My childhood sword cut down wildewolves.”

The merc flushed around the collar but changed tact at top speed. “You have trained since childhood? That would explain it. As I said on our way back to town, your swordsmanship is stunning - practically a work of art, when considering your attractive physique.” 

You shared a weary look with Leander, shoulders sagging a little. 

It’d been a long day. You’d ventured out to the wastes in the first place for a job - deliver the corpse of the yellow-crowned serpent to the apothecary. Rumors of the creature terrorizing travelers arriving in the eastern gate had enticed the apothecary enough to put out a sizable bounty. 

You’d arrived, waited in the blistering sun until the serpent had left its cave, only to discover that the serpent was, in fact, a naga. It had taken you nearly an hour to finish off the ferocious creature and another hour to drag the body and your own back to the city before the mists returned. 

On the way, you’d rescued this cheerful asshole from his well-deserved mauling by wolf, who had promptly followed you through the city, to the apothecary, and now to the doorstep of the Wet Wick.

Leander held your gaze for a moment, completely ignoring the idiot chattering away against your knife at his throat. A shiver slipped down your back, your stomach tightening. “Well, I can’t hold that against him,” he finally said, his eyes still lingering on your face. “You’re gorgeous in the storm of battle. Breathtaking.”

You glanced away, cheeks burning. “... enough of that.”

“Never,” he said.

A moment of silence passed, hanging strangely heavy in the air. 

Then Leander stepped closer, his hand brushing against the small of your back. He leaned down to your ear and said, so close you felt his words across the rim of your ear, “I’ll take care of this. Meet me at our usual booth?”

Goosebumps spiraled down your neck. Heart thumping faster, you answered with a quick jerk of your head. Fighting to ignore the heat stirring in your blood at his proximity, you withdrew the dagger and returned it to the holster at your hip. 

“Are we heading in for that drink now?” The merc asked, beaming as though he had won a prize.

“Not you.” Brushing past Leander, your stomach flipping when his hand pressed against your back until the final moment you stepped out of reach, you added, “But I’m sure Leander will be ‘more than accommodating to your tastes.””

“That’s what I’m known for!” Leander echoed cheerfully. There’s a scuffle of boots on stone and a thud. When you glanced over your shoulder, the merc was pinned to the alley wall with a companionable hand on his shoulder. “Hold on there, stranger. Let’s get acquainted, shall we?”

You met his gaze one last time before turning the corner. Dark promises echoed back to you under the sweep of lashes.

Then the Wick welcomed you in a clamor of music and laughter, a shroud of beer and bodies pressed together, and the cozy feel of firelight.

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Once she had turned the corner, Leander released a long, slow breath. He dropped the man’s shoulder and stepped back, his arms crossing over his chest. Holding the smile in place, he asked, “New to Eridia?”

Now that she was out of sight (and out of reach), the other man shrugged and said, “Three days in town. Almost thought it was a wasted journey, but….” his gaze lingered on the mouth of the alley. “Perhaps I’ve just found a reason to say, give the famous city another chance, eh?”

Leander’s hands curled into fists. “Well, Eridia’s not the easiest place to live nor to travel to. Did you come by caravan, or with family?”

“Grain merchant gave me a ride for most of the trip. You wouldn’t believe the places I had to pull straw out of,” he joked, holding out his hand. “Foland, lone merc looking for work.”

Alone. Leander twisted the ring on his middle finger before shaking his hand. The metal warmed on contact. No magic to speak of, nothing latent. “Lone merc, huh? I remember those days. Not easy getting a start here in Eridia.” Thinking back to your words, he asked, “That wildewolves contract - you get that at the guild?”

“Yes. You seem well-informed,” the merc mused. “Are you a merc as well?”

Doesn’t recognize me. Fresh as a babe, then. “No,” he said, checking the position of the sun. 

Night had fallen, cloaking the streets in shadow, illuminated in the pockets of light shed by windows and street lamps. Few people passed by on the street, and those who did kept their eyes focused on the road ahead, knowing better than to cast their gazes wandering.

They stood in the middle of the alley. The path to the right let out at the market if you were lucky - if not, one could spend days lost in the labyrinth of slums and abandoned houses lurking at the hill of the district. People got lost all the time. 

“From the sounds of that conversation, you struggled with the wildewolves until she arrived. Did you split the profits?”

“I intend to - I’m a man of honor, after all” the merc glanced back to the street, his brow furrowing, before he suddenly beamed. “I’ll pick up the reward from the guild and then - well, that’ll give me a good reason to contact her again, for a beer or maybe even a date.”

Wildewolves extermination, small money job, hasn’t collected. Guild officer’s unlikely to remember, and easily paid off regardless.

“No. I don’t think so,” Leander replied. His hand plucked the gold brooch from his vest and raised it to his mouth. He blew into the point, eliciting a high, hollow whistle. The emerald glowed, illuminating his face.

“Hm? What did you say?” The merc turned toward him. He stiffened, frowning. “Your eyes…what’s happening?”

Leander leaned his back against the opposite wall, pinning the brooch to its proper place. “Had we met under different circumstances, there might have been a place for you in my crew, but,” he paused, his gaze sweeping over the other man, “tomcats don’t heel easily, do they. Not like my hounds. Significant effort, little reward.”

“What are you talking about?” 

“Months ago, I could’ve stomached another drooling over her. I had more patience then. After all, she’s… something special. Beautiful. Deadly. Genuine. My knife in the dark.” His thumb stroked the inside of his palm, remembering her touch. Soon, he would be holding her hand in that corner booth, tucked away from the world. He’d have her all to himself, however brief. 

Footsteps echoed softly through the alley, the sound reverberating up the stone walls. Shadows appeared at the north and southern exit, cutting off the light from outside. 

His hounds had arrived.

“No longer,” he finished. 

The merc finally seemed aware that something was not right about his situation. His face paled at the men gathering in the alley, dressed in leather vambraces, armed to the teeth. He looked around toward the opposite end and found more approaching, their shadows looming on the walls, magnified into the silhouette of a great beast.

“Hold on a minute. Just, hold on,” he was saying, sweat forming at his brow as he raised his arms, palms out.

Leander stared at the right hand. Recalled that hand hovering in the air, grasping, seeking to touch what was not his to touch. The fury building inside him from that moment crested inside his chest. 

His dagger punctured the skin and cut through the palm as smooth as butter. The blade notched into the stone behind the merc, pinning him in place. Leander held him there, staring hard into his face, the glow of his own eyes painting the merc’s face a sickly green.

Then, before the man could do so much as scream, he yanked the blade out with a twist of his wrist and stepped back as blood gushed from the wound. 

Now, the merc screamed. He held his hand, face purpling under the force of his scream, eyes bulging, his whole body shaking. His knees crumpled and sent him to the ground. He huddled there, curled in on himself, whimpering and gasping.

One of his hounds glanced over his shoulder to the street corner before relaxing upon spotting the thin, green veil that shimmered in the air. 

“What the fuck,” the merc shrieked, scrambling to ball up a cloth from his pocket to stem the bleeding. “My hand, you son of a bitch!”

Crouching on his heels, Leander mused, “Still yours, though. Had you touched her, I would have cut it off.” He watched the man scramble back from him, writhing on the ground like a worm. “Others haven’t been so lucky.”

“You’re crazy. You’re fuckin’ crazy.” The merc crawled toward the wall and pulled himself to his feet, tears flowing down his face. Those pretty blue eyes bulged in terror, his golden curls smeared in dirt and blood. “I’ll have you in chains before dawn for this. The city guardsmen, the Senobium - they will lock you up for the next century.”

At the mention of the citadel, a rumble passed through the surrounding men. 

Leander rose to his feet and returned to the wall as his men inched closer and closer, teeth bared, their eyes shedding an eerie green light.

“Even angels are barred from their lofty tower,” he said, amused at the threat,“If you’re so sure of your welcome, how about a wager? If you can make it to the Senobium’s gates and convince them to let you inside before dawn, you live another day.”

The merc swallowed, his lips pinched together.

“We’ll even give you a head start. Aren’t I generous,” Leander said, his voice low, “tomcat?”

He watched, silent, as the merc shuffled toward the back of the alley where the cluster of men was thinnest, his gaze darting around fearfully. After a moment’s indecision, he shoved the closest man out of his way and sprinted down the alley, footsteps pounding the stone, panting. 

A dozen eyes turned on him. Bodies tensed, knees bending, bracing.

Leander smirked. 

“Hounds. Hunt.”

That night, as she dozed against his shoulder after three pints of beer, his thumb stroking the back of her hand, Leander closed his eyes and let his magic surge through the hounds, singing in their blood. He grinned under the weight of their euphoria - hearts pounding as they chased the cat through the city, their bloodlust pulsing, teeth sharpening with every nip at his heels.

Through the eyes of his hound, he watched as the merc stumbled and bled through the city, increasingly desperate, bleeding through a thousand wounds with every brush of tooth and claw. He watched as the man shook the gates of the Senobium, begging, pleading to be let in.

He watched as the guards ignored him. He watched as the man grew manic in his fear and despair, wailing and beating the iron bars, until an arrow pierced his shoulder.

He watched as the merc gave up and sprinted back toward the city walls, seeking the watchmen and finding his hounds at every corner, lurking in every shadow.

By the time he lifted her into his arms and carried her toward her room at the back of the Wick, another unfortunate soul was lost to the perils of the city. 

Leander returned to the bar after resting her head on the pillow and bribed the bartender into opening up the kitchens and rousing the cooks in spite of the late hour.

His hounds had worked up an appetite.

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a/n: comments and likes are appreciated! thank you for reading!

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Bark, Dog - Theodorus Van Gogh

This Book Contains:

Event: Kinktober 2024 - Day 1 Pet Play

Pairing: Gn!Reader x Theodorus Van Gogh

Warning: Leashing, Collaring

Key Notes: Established relationship

Rating: 18+ / Those younger or unstated will be banned from the library!

Word Count: 0.5k

Theodorus patted his thigh, his other hand pulling on your leash. Knees and palms sore from crawling around after your master. "Good Hondje." He praised you when you nuzzled his thigh, a hand patting you on the head. Gently playing with the fake dog ears he put on you. The pads of his fingers massaged your scalp, and you let out a pleased sigh. His hand then patted the silky duvet, gesturing for you to climb up. When you do, he gives you a peck on the cheek.

"Very good, Hondje." He scratches your chin and kisses you on the forehead, treating you just as he would treat King. "Bark." He commands and you do so, he smirks. "Bark." You do so again. Pleased he says, "You deserve a treat." The leash then pulls you down to his cock, his hand stroking your hair. Leash, pulling your face to his hardened length. You press your tongue against it and lick. Slobbering on it and pressing your tongue into his bulging veins.

Theodorus lets out soft groans as he pets you, his grip on the leash loosening along with his grip on self-control. He lifted your chin up and kissed you, his fingertips running up and down your back. "You're too irresistible, my love." You smile and crawl further onto the bed, facing away from him, before you look back and wiggle your butt.

At first he is confused, but when he sees the playful smirk on your face, he gets behind you. "Naughty Hondje, I should teach you a lesson." He gently pushes into your entrance and rubs your back. His hand running up and down along your spine, he bends over to kiss on your neck. He moves his hands on your hips as he bottoms out.

"Learn well." His hips slowly moved back, painfully rubbing against your walls before thrusting back in with one swift motion. The action made you see stars, nerves fired up, and mind going hazy. You can never be ready for his thrusts; he is always too good, treating you so well. His words were rough and pointy, but his hands were so delicate.

You let out moans as his hands held you; every thrust knocked the breath out of you. "Does my Hondje like this?" You bark, or at least try to if you can get a breath in. He slaps your thigh in a playful manner before asking you again. "Does my Hondje like this? I can't hear you." You bark again, and he picks up his pace.

Leaning over you, his hands on top of yours. Peppering kisses all down your neck and nuzzling your hair. The knot in your stomach tightens, breath stuck in your throat, and pleasure so passionate that it burns your nerves. Theodorus feels it too: muscles tensing, moans on your neck, and pace becoming sloppy.

Then you both finish; you collapse, and he pulls out before lying beside you. He kisses your cheek before sighing. His hand is playing with your hair. You both may have finished, but passion still burned in both of your eyes. "Round two, Puppy?"