#it just looks so wide and broad and perfect to sleep on top of

[sefynarose]

he so pretty i wont him

[guess-my-next-obsession]

Not-So Formal Introduction

pairing: pre-outbreak!joel miller x f!reader

rating: M (talks of sex but no explicit smut here, just a lil awkward situation fluff here)

word count: 1.7k

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It had been one blissful month of seeing him, your carpenter-turned-maybe-boyfriend? Joel Miller. He was a walking dream with his brown waves, gentle eyes, winning smile, and that damn accent that only seemed to work for him. On top of his obvious physical beauty, there was also a beauty from within that drew you in. He was so tender with you, treating you as though you were a prize when all you’d ever been treated like before him was a piece of meat. And while he wasn’t perfect—he liked to snore and had a bad habit of showing up late—he was damn near close to it.

Though things were going beyond well, you still had yet to stay the night at Joel’s place, his 13-year old daughter Sarah at the forefront of both of your minds as you began to get more and more serious. Joel wanted to ease her into it little by little rather than all at once and you couldn’t have agreed more with the approach. Bur last night, the two of you finally took the plunge when Joel invited you over for dinner and a “sleepover” since Sarah was off at her grandparent’s house for the night.

As expected, you practically ran over, Joel’s smile greeting you at the door. He showed you around, made you feel comfortable, and cooked you a surprisingly decent meal before pounding you into his mattress until the early hours of the morning.

Which brings you to the present, your limbs tangled in his sheets, his warm body sprawled out beside you. You smiled as you woke up to his snoring, your fingertips desperate to reach out and trace the lines on his forehead as he slept with a scowl he wore for everybody but you and Sarah. You resisted the urge to wake him, deciding it would be more romantic to wake him up with breakfast in bed. Sneaking out of the bedroom in just your underwear and the white, practically see-through tank top you’d worn to sleep, you tiptoed your way downstairs with a smile, determined to impress him with your romantic gesture, until—

“Dad, you forgot to buy eggs again!” Sarah called out into the house before nearly running into you as you rounded the corner to the kitchen, both of you wide-eyed as you wrapped your head around the other’s unexpected presence. “Woah. You’re definitely not my dad.”

“No, I’m…I’m—“ Suddenly, your grasp on the english language disappeared completely, leaving you standing there barely clothed and shocked to the point of stupidity.

“Your dad finally awake?” A man you recognized from pictures as Joel’s younger brother, Tommy, walked in from the garage, his feet squeaking to a halt on the tile floor when he saw you. “Oh—my God. You, uh, must be my brother’s…girlfriend? Or a robber? I’m not sure which one is more unbelievable.”

“Not a robber. And we haven’t…officially—“

“Thought you weren’t gonna be home until this evenin’,” Joel’s groggy rasp surprised you as he stomped his way down the stairs in a pair of sweats, his t-shirt being squeezed on as he walked.

“Uncle Tommy stopped by Grandma’s and I just caught a ride with him,” Sarah filled her father in as you snuck off back to his bedroom, the embarrassment you were filled with making you sick in the stomach.

After a few minutes of inaudible chatter, Joel’s heavy footsteps climbed back up the stairs and found you curled up in bed with a look of mortification and dead on. He chuckled as he shut the door, shrugging his shoulders as he crawled on top of the blanket you were attempting to hide away in forever, his broadness caging you in as he laid on top of you.

“Well,” he chuckled again, his chin resting on your chest. “That didn’t go as planned.”

“I’m sorry, I feel so bad,” you groaned, hiding your face in your hands. “I just wanted to make you breakfast and impress you and instead I scarred your daughter for life.”

“You didn’t scar her,” he laughed and peeled away your hands so he could see your face. “Sure, it ain’t how we wanted it to go, but it wasn’t too bad.”

“I was in a thong, Joel.” Joel’s eyebrows raised and he tried to sneak a peek beneath the blanket, earning a swat to his hand. “I’m serious! It was embarrassing.”

“I assure you Sarah’s seen worse from back when Tommy used to live with us, and if it’s him you’re worried about, he had nothin’ but good things to say about you,” Joel finished with a cheeky smile, earning an eye roll.

“Oh, I bet,” you chuckled. “And Sarah? Beyond me being half-naked, are you sure she’s okay? I mean she went from knowing nothing about me—“

“Who said she knew nothin’ about you?” Joel asked as he moved to cuddle you from behind, his chin tucking in the nook of your neck.

“You told her about me?” you asked with a growing grin. Joel nodded and moved to place his lips against your pulse. “Like what?”

“Like I met a someone I really like,” he smiled against your skin. “And someone I think would fit in just fine with us.”

“Yeah?” You turned in his arms, facing him. Your finger traced his grin as he nodded before leaning in to peck your lips.

“So baby, you got nothin’ to worry about,” he nuzzled his nose against yours until you were giggling. “But maybe we should get you a robe or somethin’.”

“I could just put on pants,” you suggested and Joel reacted as though it was blasphemy, gasping and leaning back to look at you seriously. “Pants and a turtleneck sounds good I think. Maybe even throw a chastity belt on if I’m feeling saucy.”

“You’re breakin’ my heart, baby.” You giggled as he rolled you onto your back and pinned you with his weight as he began to tickle and poke at your side until you were breathless from laughter.

When Joel finally let you breathe and climbed off of you, you beat the desire to stay in bed all day and quickly got dressed so that you could formally meet Tommy and Sarah. You gave Joel a nervous smile as he opened his bedroom door and gestured for you to lead the way, an amused look on his face as he watched you slowly creep down the stairs in front of him.

“They don’t bite,” he husked in a whisper as you stood frozen just around the corner to the kitchen and dining room. “Need me to hold your hand?” he taunted playfully with a smug grin, earning an eye roll and chuckle.

“No,” you affectionately swatted his hand away as he held it out for you and rounded the corner with a breath of confidence. Two sets of eyes immediately found yours as you walked into the dining room, your smile growing more and more nervous the longer they remained silent and staring. “Hi,” you waved timidly as you introduced yourself by name, “It’s nice to finally meet you both after hearing about you for so long.”

“All good things, I hope,” Sarah replied, a small but friendly smile appearing on her face. Her eyes followed Joel as he passed behind you and placed a plate of eggs, bacon and toast on the placemat in front of you before seating himself beside you.

“No, I told her all the bad shit and that really sold her,” Joel snarked and Sarah instantly mocked him but he got her back by stealing a piece of bacon from her plate.

“They do this often,” Tommy warned with a smile. “I just try to stay out of it and eat my food before they start pinchin’ at it.”

“Don’t worry, I won’t pinch at your food,” Joel leaned over to whisper to you as Sarah and Tommy entered into their own back and forth. “Might pinch at somethin’ else, though.”

You turned to him with a playfully mortified glare and he grinned as he resumed his meal.

“So,” Tommy cleared his throat. “How was last night?”

“Ew,” Sarah gagged while you felt your cheeks heat, your eyes turning to Joel’s to watch as he fought a smile that was no doubt brought on by memories of the all-night romp you shared, eventually settling on a tight lipped glare.

“Tommy, I swear to god,” he loosely warned, the tips of his ears turning red as the embarrassment seemed to finally dawn on him.

“Well, I think I’ll go to the library and try to not throw up,” Sarah chuckled and stood up with her plate, but paused to look at you. “It was really nice meeting you. You clearly make my dad happy, and if he likes you, I like you too.”

You turned to Joel with a soft smile, finding him already watching you from over the lip of his mug, a smile of his own on.

“I’ll drop you off at the library so these two can get it out of their system,” Tommy stood up and announced as Sarah grabbed her backpack from the ground.

“Get what out of their system?” she asked innocently as they made their way out of the house and into the garage. You and Joel snickered as you overheard Tommy stuttering out a response faintly in the distance.

“That went well,” Joel beamed at you, reaching over to pull your chair closer to his. “I guess you’re one of us now.”

“I guess so,” you grinned, pinching his chin as he leaned in to kiss you sweetly. When he pulled away and looked into your eyes, you felt overwhelmed with love for the man in front of you, your lips already forming the letters of those three precious words for the first time before you could even think to stop it. “I love you.”

“Huh?” He almost choked on his sip of coffee, his fist pounding firmly against his chest a couple times as he cleared his throat.

“I love you, Joel. I love you, and it’s okay if you’re not there yet, but I am and I just had to let you hear it—that I’m in love with you.”

Joel’s eyes turned soft and both of his hands reached for you, calling you into his lap. He scooted back enough to give you room to sit before his hands found your face.

“Baby, I love you. I’ve loved you for a while now—probably since I laid eyes on you,” he chuckled and so did you, but then he grew earnest, shaking his head as his eyes darted across your features. “I’m so in love with you.”

“I love you,” you whispered the sentiment one more time to really drill it in as you leaned in to kiss him, his hands falling to your waist. “Mm, we should take this upstairs before I get caught half-naked twice today.”

“Good idea.”

[niallsgoldhoop]

CHANNING

a harry styles one shot seven thousand words cw - sexual content, alcohol, harsh language, spitting, spanking, choking,

“I can’t believe you almost missed this.” Looking over at me, the dark eyes of my closest friend shine under the overhead lights. “I mean, come on— It’s Harryween.”

Using my pinky to perfect the edge of the color as I look in the mirror, I can’t help but roll my eyes. “Okay well I couldn’t let this costume go to waste.”

“Honestly.” Adjusting the straps of her angel wings, she laughs. “It’s perfect.”

Tucking a lock of wavy copper hair behind my ear, the green foliage sewed to the leather top last minute contrasts against my porcelain skin in the best way.

As soon as the decision was made— the costume just happens to fall into place.

It took me less than a day to buy the ivy from a local craft store along with the needle and thread. Deep in the back of my closet there was a black leather corset, the kind that fastened in a line of delicate hooks up the front, one that pushed my breasts up even higher than normal. Pairing that with the black leather skirt that hit the middle of my thighs seemed like the only option that made sense.

Less than two hours sitting on my couch and watching Succession later and all of the ivy had been sewn into place. After a little maneuvering I even managed to turn the broad, verdant colored leaves to a makeshift garter for each of my thighs.

Standing here in this bathroom and looking at my reflection, the extra ivy twisting from the top of the high topped canvas sneakers on my feet, I can’t help but smile at how good it looks snaking over my toned calves and thick thighs.

Poison Ivy.

“We better get down to the pit before it gets too crazy.” With a wide smile on her face, I laugh along with her as her fingers tangle with mine, pulling me along. “If we’re lucky we can get close to the barricade.”

Staying close behind her, the two of us manage to squeeze through the sea of people, finding a spot in the pit good enough that we would be able to get a decent view.

I’d been to plenty of shows before but it felt like nothing compared to the pit at a Harry Styles show.

Even as the show eventually starts, it’s clear that everyone got the memo to dress up and seeing the man of the hour— I’m so glad this is where I ended up.

The way he looks tonight should be illegal.

The way he’s looking at me?

Criminal.

Up on the stage, I make eye contact with him again as he passes by, my body heating under his gaze for what feels like the millionth time.

“God, he keeps looking at you!” The girl with two boas and a pink cowboy hat next to me says, her eyes wide. “What the fuck?!”

I feel my lips as they turn into a smirk, raising my eyes back to the stage to see him in front of me again.

Being so close to the barricade was an accident. Somehow, someway we managed to make out way closer and closer as the night went on. Dancing with everyone around us all night has been the best part of the show.

Well… That and seeing Harry dressed in the most delicate and detailed costume.

A clown with the prettiest cream fabrics and lace along with the most perfect moon and stars offsetting the lighter colors with their darkness. Even his cheeks have the rosiest hue— complete with little pearl drops along his cheeks and above his brows.

Nothing too scary, but something just sexy enough.

As he plays the song everyone longs to hear, this time when lyrics roll off of his heart shaped lips in front of me, there’s no mistaking it.

‘And when I sleep, I'm gonna dream of how you —‘

Eyes set on mine, he brings the tip of each finger to his flattened tongue, a tease of how he would certainly be able to please between the sheets.

Rolling my eyes as my best friend grabs my arm, her fingers pressing into the bare skin of my bicep, I find his gaze lingering before he moves on — deciding to entertain the other side of his stage before making his exit.

It feels like the scene of a documentary as the end of the show finally unfolds and people make their way from the stadium, a mass of people all looking for something to get them as high as the feeling Harry Styles gives them.

Laughing on the way out, I give the longest hugs that I can manage before slipping out into the night to find the small bar that has always welcomed me on a night like tonight.

A night when I’m not ready to dream quite yet.

Between the way the city never sleeps and the people out for their own version of tricks and treats, it feels like hours before I find what I’m looking for even if it’s not terribly far away from where I started.

Still dressed in the costume I threw together at the last minute, I don’t even find myself caring much about that. People from all across the city are dressed in various Halloween get ups— making it that much easier to blend in.

Even if the majority of my skin feels like it’s on display.

Smiling as I grip the door handle, it’s the large hand that covers mine that makes my heart race.

The anchor tattoo.

The mermaid.

The cross.

Turning on my heel, the same eyes that looked into mine in front of thirty thousand people trace over my face — over my freckles, over my cheekbones… Over my lips.

“It’s you.” Low and raspy, the accent drips off his lips as they turn into a sinister grin.

Rolling my tongue along the inside of my cheek, I watch his eyes follow the movement as I press through the door and let him follow.

“It’s me.”

The bar is small and dimly lit, the best place to come if you don’t want to be found.

I’ve come here for years, a product of begging to be lost.

Turning my back on him, I make my way to the bar and sit on one of the stools, smiling as the bartender makes his way down to me. I can feel Harry’s presence as he slides onto the stool next to me, his thigh brushing against the skin of my thigh that my skirt doesn’t cover.

“Hey, babe.” Leaning over the bar and kissing my cheek, the familiar face behind the bar places a shot glass on the counter before filling it with tequila and placing a lime along the rim, sliding it to me. “How was your night?”

My face turns towards the man next to me, his features sharper in the low light as he studies me carefully before I look away from him with a shrug. “It was okay.”

A laugh falls from his lips as he leans into me, his lips brushing against my ear. “Okay? Is that all you have to say about me?”

“Maybe it is.” My shoulders lift in a shrug as I turn to face him, reaching for the shot and taking it, watching Harry as his eyes focus on my lips where I taste the lime. “Why? Are your feelings hurt?”

Catching the attention of the person behind the bar, those mossy eyes hold mine as he orders. “Can I please have four shots of tequila?”

“You alright with this guy, Chan?” Looking between the two of us, his eyes narrow in Harry’s direction.

I laugh. “We’re good. You can pull your best friend shit somewhere else.”

Rolling his eyes, he pours the shots out for the two of us. Leaving a small bowl of salt and limes before making his back to the other end of the bar.

“Chan?” Harry’s voice is rich and smooth, just like you always hear about. “Is that short for Chandler?”

I shake my head as I bring my hand up and flatten my tongue before running it across the back of my hand, eyes locked on his. “No, it’s not.”

“Are you going to tell me?” Watching my every move, his green eyes watch as I pinch salt between my fingers and let it fall to my skin.

“Should I?” Once again, I flatten my tongue across the same spot and taste the salt before picking up the small glass of liquor, tipping it back and letting it burn down my throat. “What’s in it for me if I do?”

Tension unlike I’ve ever known settled between us.

Somewhere my brain tells me to be careful, but the reckless part of me says that sometimes things are just meant to happen.

The odds of running into a man like him are practically zero. Yet here I am with flushed skin from the warmth of his proximity.

I reach for the lime but Harry beats me to it, holding it between his thumb and forefinger and pressing the acidic fruit to my bottom lip, eyes begging for me to open for him.

“Suck.”

Wrapping my fingers around his wrist, I flick my tongue across the broad side of the lime before wrapping my lips around it and following the simple instructions.

“So you do know how to listen.” Harry pulls his hand away from me before dropping the fruit back into the empty shot glass.

Tilting my head back, I laugh.

Pressing my hand on his thigh and leaning forward, this time my lips brush against his ear. “I only listen when I feel like it.”

“Hmm.” He hums as he leans back, eyes looking over my body. “Do you feel like listening tonight?”

I shake my head as he reaches for my hand and pulls me in close, his eyes burning through me as his tongue darts out and presses to my skin along my forearm. Holding me in place and using his other hand, he easily sprinkles the salt along my heated skin before flattening his tongue and tasting it.

My breath hitches in my throat as his fingers tip the glass back, taking the lime and holding it out for me. Taking the hint, I bite onto it and lean towards him letting him take it from me with a smug grin on his face. His lips brush against mine for only a moment before he leans away from me, sucking the juice out of the fruit to chase the bitter taste of the liquor. “Come on, tell me your name.”

“I’ll tell you on one condition.” Squeezing his thigh, I brush my lips against the base of his throat, smiling when I feel him swallow thickly.

“And what’s that?” Gripping my chin, Harry tilts my head backwards and grins at me, his notorious bunny teeth biting into his bottom lip.

I roll my tongue along my bottom lip, watching as his eyes drop to my mouth. “You keep staring at my lips like you want them to do something.”

“Yeah?” His grip on my chin tightens. “What if I want to put them to work?”

I lick my bottom lip as my breathing shallows, giving Harry the opportunity to press his thumb into the small bowl of salt and brush it along my bottom lip. “I’d say you talk a lot for someone who hasn’t made a move yet.”

Harry’s eyes darken as he leans in, flicking his tongue along my bottom lip and tasting the salt. Reaching for one of the last two shots that he ordered, I watch as he pours the liquid into his mouth before using his thumb to pull on my bottom lip in a silent request.

Running my tongue along my lower lip and opening my mouth for him, I can’t even be bothered to be surrounded by other people or the sound that comes from the back of my mouth when he spits the liquor onto my waiting tongue.

Grabbing the lime and holding it against the skin of my throat, I’m almost embarrassed by the whimper that falls from my lips when he squeezes the wedge and his warm tongue catches the juice as it rolls down the column of my throat as I swallow.

“That’s right… Swallow for me, pretty girl.”

I can barely register his words before his lips are on mine and I can taste the flavor on his tongue as it finds mine, one of his hands sliding back into the waves at the nape of my neck and the other slipping just under the hem of my skirt and past the dark leaves of my costume.

He kisses me hard and with no abandon, as if he wants nothing more than to devour me. Leaning closer to him and hooking my finger into the waistband of his pants, I moan lightly when his teeth drag across my bottom lip.

“I need to get you alone.” He mumbles, his hand sliding along the inside of my thigh as his fingertips dance across my skin. “Need you on your knees while I watch those lips wrap around me.

I gasp when he drops his lips to my neck, nipping and sucking my skin. “There’s a private bathroom in the office— fuck, down the hall.”

Leaving the last shot, Harry takes my hand and pulls me towards the hallway that leads us in the right direction. With his arms wrapping around my body from behind, once we stop just long enough for me to punch in the code for the keypad I can feel him hard and ready behind me.

“If you don’t hurry, I’m going to take you right fucking here.” Nipping my earlobe, Harry plays with the hem of my skirt as his hand grips my throat and turns my head to the side, giving him more access. “How many ways are you going to let me fuck you, pretty girl?”

“Fuck.” Punching the last number into the keypad, when it beeps twice and I turn the handle, it opens easily.

We barely make it into the room and slam the door before Harry turns on me, pressing my body into the door and pressing his thigh between my legs, pinning me in place.

His mouth is on mine in a messy and hungry kiss all while his hands take their time exploring my body. From my breasts to my ass, not one place goes unnoticed by his skilled hands.

“This fucking costume.” Bringing the skin at the base of my throat between his teeth only to soothe it with his tongue, I shiver when he drags his finger along the top of the ivy, digging behind it enough to trace my skin. “People think that it’s so bright on stage and that I can’t see, but I do — I fucking see everything.”

Kissing under my jaw, his hands work the hooks that line the front of the top, one by one. “Tell me what you saw, Harry.

“You want to know?” Dragging his tongue across the swell of my breasts, I reach up and run my nails across his scalp, making him moan. “I saw you, dressed in this—“ Releasing the last button and letting the top of the corset fall to the floor, Harry cups both of my breasts and squeezes them, pinching each nipple at the same time. “I watched you dance, seeing your perfect ass sway from side to side like you didn’t give a single fuck that I was on that stage.”

Dropping down, Harry runs his tongue across the sensitive peak a moment before taking it between his teeth, pulling back enough to make me gasp. “I didn’t— I was more of a Niall girl—”

“Beautiful and bratty, huh?” His fingers find my throat as I smile, pressing into my skin just enough that my lips part on an exhale from the rush. “The only name that's going to come off your lips tonight is mine.”

“You seem so—.” My thoughts all but disappear when I feel Harry reach down and slip his hand under the tight material of my skirt after tracing the edge of the garter along my thighs.

Taking my nipple back into his mouth and teasing, he pulls back to look at me as his knuckle presses into my clit over the fabric of my underwear. “I seem so what, Chan? You won’t even tell me your name yet here you are — dripping down the inside of your thighs for me.”

“So full of yourself.” I finally get out. “Maybe you really are an arrogant son of a bitch, aren’t you?”

Pushing the fabric aside, Harry doesn’t even pace himself, sliding two fingers deep inside of me and making me cry out as his thumb circles my clit with so much pressure it borders pain. “You have no fucking idea.”

“Harry—“ I moan.

Curling his fingers, I feel like my body is on overdrive as he works an orgasm out of my body quicker than even I’ve been able to do it. . “Come on my fingers for me, baby. Let me feel it.”

Reaching out and gripping his shoulders, I can see the dark evergreen of his eyes just on the rim of his blown out pupils under the lights as his breath comes out shallow, the muscles under his skin flexing as he works me even harder through my orgasm.

Once my body loses all of the tension I tip forward into Harry’s arms with a laugh. “Jesus.”

“Yeah? That good?” He smirks as he wraps my hair around his fist. Once, twice. “Chan, I need to ask you something.”

I nod, my eyes the only things he’s focused on. “Now you want to ask questions?”

“I’m serious.” His nose brushes mine before he places a soft kiss to my lips, a complete contrast to the way he just coaxed a release from my body. “I need to know that if you don’t like something or you want me to stop that you’ll tell me, okay?”

I nod, pressing another soft kiss to his lips, taking my time to enjoy the way his tongue feels moving with mine. “I promise.”

“Are you sure?” His eyes burn into my features looking for any sign of hesitance.

“I’m sure.” Getting impatient, I nip his bottom lip. “Now, are you going to fuck me or stand here and be a gentleman all night? Which one is it?”

“Such a fucking mouth on you.” Flexing his hand in my hair and pulling tighter, there’s no option but for me to sink to my knees as Harry guides me. “I hope you know how to use it for more than just your attitude.”

Sitting back on my heels, I lick my lips. “Only one way to find out.”

“Go on then.” Nodding towards his straining cock beneath the fabric of his pants, he waits for me to undo the button. “Let me watch you choke on my cock so that you can’t talk back to me.”

When my hands finally free him, I whimper at the same time Harry’s groan fills the small office. Leaking with precome, I flick the tip of my tongue to collect the pearly drops.

“Pinch my thigh if it gets to be too much, yeah?” Using his hand that doesn’t still have my hair wrapped around his fist, he cups my jaw and runs his thumb across my cheek as I nod. “Be a good girl and open your mouth for me.”

Taking Harry into my mouth, I wish I could take a picture of how he looks from this angle. His head tilts back as a moan curves around his lips, I swear to god I’ve never seen anything sexier in my entire life. Pushing his hips forward slowly, I hollow my cheeks as I use my tongue to feel every single ridge and vein he has to offer me. My hands rest on his thighs as he drops his head down and meets my gaze.

“I’m going to go harder, is that okay?” With his cock still in my mouth, I nod. “Good fucking girl, good girl.”

Harry pushes his thighs even deeper, groaning at the feeling of his cock sliding down the back of my throat and making the muscles constrict around him from the intrusion. It feels like so much pressure and not enough at the same time as he repeats the action. Tears form in my waterline as I choke over and over, the tears spilling out onto my cheeks.

“See how good you're taking my cock down your pretty little throat?” Sliding his hand from my cheek, I moan around him as his hand rests across my throat. “Fuck, are you going to swallow for me?”

I choke once more, nodding.

“Good.”

It’s one word that precedes his release, one that I make good on my promise and swallow every drop of.

Once Harry pulls back, I take a deep breath and look up to him for only a moment before he pulls me to my feet and spins us around. Lifting me up and sitting me onto the desk, stepping between my legs and tracing his fingers over the edges of the ivy still wrapped around me.

Instantly his lips are on mine, groaning at his own tastes as he reaches between my legs and pushes the material of the leather skirt up, his fingers finding the sensitive nerve at the apex of my thighs as my hips roll forward to meet the friction.

“Are you this wet for me?” Lips ghosting over mine, his fingers find my nipple, pinching. “Do you want a taste?”

“Yes, please.” I say, looking into his eyes as he brings his fingers up, smearing the arousal across my bottom lip before kissing me again.

It’s impossible not to feel crazed as his hands fall to my thighs and push up my skirt, watching as it bunches up around my hips. “Lay back for me.”

Placing his hand in the center of my chest, I fall back onto the desk and whimper when I feel his warm lips leaving lingering kisses along the inside of my thighs.

“Look at you, so willing to let me do whatever I want with you tonight. I don’t even want to unwrap this pretty package you’ve put on for me.” His breath ghost across my center, the anticipation making me feel like I could explode at any minute. “I guess I got lucky— finding you on a night where you want to listen. A night where you want to be told what to do. Am I right?”

Harry doesn’t give the time to formulate an answer, his tongue immediately pressing into my clit before sucking it into his mouth. The action takes me by surprise as my back arches off the desk and my hands search for anything to hold onto.

Dragging patterns across the nerve, I cry out his name as he devours me like he’s never done before. As he releases my clit, his tongue finds my entrance and makes a languid path through my arousal before reaching the place I want him the most.

Up and down.

Side to side.

The stimulation makes my thighs shake as he tugs my hips toward him until my ass hangs off the desk and he pulls my dripping cunt even further into his face.

“Harry, fuck.” My hands flip, nails digging into the wood of the desk no doubt leaving marks. “Right there, fuck. I’ve never— never been so close so fast—“

Pushing myself up to my elbows, I let my head roll back as Harry rolls my clit between his teeth before pulling back, delivering a harsh slap to my outer thigh.

“Do you want to come for me?” Pressing a kiss to the inside of my knee, he raises a brow in my direction and smirks when I nod. “If you want to come for me— if you’re going to scream my name— you’re going to watch me as you do it. You’re going to watch me devour you like my last meal, do you understand?”

I bite my bottom lip and nod, resisting the urge to roll my head back when he immediately finds my clit and brings two fingers to my entrance, pushing them in and finding my g-spot.

“Harry.” His name falls off my lips like a prayer as he keeps his eyes on mine. “Please, please let me come. I need it, I—

I feel it as my body gives into the pleasure Harry so willingly gives.

My back arches, my breast pushing up into the air and not even a sound is able to pour from my mouth. Reaching out to grasp something and knocking a cup of pens onto the floor behind me, I cry out.

“Let everyone know who makes you feel this good.” Standing up, Harry looks down at me as he fists his cock in his hand. “I need to be inside of you right fucking now.”

“Condom?” I ask, still trying to catch my breath.

Harry reaches behind him and grabs his wallet, pulling one out and ripping it open with his teeth before rolling it on his length. “Tell me what you want? Hard? Soft?”

“Give me what nobody else can, don’t fucking hold back.” I grit out, feeling him run his cock along my clit. “Prove to me that you can fuck as good as everyone thinks you can.”

Harry smiles down at me only a moment before thrusting his hips forward, burying himself as deep as possible, making me scream out for him. “How’s that for a start? You’re so fucking wet for me.”

“Harry!” I cry. “I need it just like that, so deep.”

Pulling his hips back, Harry leans over to kiss me as he thrusts again, the power behind it pushing the desk forward an inch. “Yeah? You like feeling like this? Feeling so fucking full that you can’t stand it. Fuck, you take my cock so fucking well, so fucking well.”

“You’re so big, shit.” I moan, my head lolling to the side as his hands spread across my waist and grip me before slamming into me. “God. It feels so— so fucking good.”

“You can take it.” Harry moans above me, his eyes going back and forth between my face to where he disappears inside of me, watching as I take every inch of him. “It feels like this was made for me. So tight, so warm.”

“Please, I need more—“

At my words alone, Harry pulls out and pulls me off the desk and turns me around. Pressing his hand between my shoulder blades, he bends me over the desk before pushing my skirt back up around my waist and grips the waistband to hold me in place.

“Is this what you wanted?” Peering at him over my shoulder, I open my mouth on a breathless moan when his hand cracks across the left side of my ass — quickly followed by the right. “Did you need me to fuck you from behind so I could spank you like this? Huh?”

I feel Harry as he slowly pushes his hips forward, filling me. Listening to his moans as they bounce off the walls, my own whimpers mix with the sound. Gripping my hips, he takes his time as he works so slow — each inch more agonizing than the last before his hips press against my ass.

“Are you going soft on me back there?” Looking at him over my shoulder, I smirk when fire flashes behind his eyes. “Is the guy from the bar all of a sudden gone?”

Harry rolls his tongue along the inside of his cheek, shaking his head before raising his hand and delivering a harsh slap, one that’s sure to leave his handprint behind.

“I know you fucking like that, don’t you? You’re squeezing my cock like it’s the best thing you’ve ever felt.” Fingers digging into my hips, I moan when he pulls me back onto his cock and buries himself even deeper. “Tell me — tell me I'm the best you’ve ever had.”

Gripping the edge of the desk, I try to ground myself as Harry brushes against my g-spot with every single thrust, the pull in the base of my spine getting so strong that I don’t know how much longer I'll be able to hold out.

“I’ve neve been fucked like this.” I cry. “Nobody has ever, ever made me feel so fucking good.”

My eyes roll back as Harry presses his fingers against my clit and works them in time with his trusts, making me push up onto the tips of my toes in search of the release that isn’t far off.

“Like that, oh my god.” Panting, I meet him thrust for thrust as he fucks me harder and harder. “I'm so close.”

“Come on pretty poison girl, soak my cock for me.” Gripping the back of my neck, Harry presses me into the desk and gives me everything he has until my body gives up, releasing around him. “Fuck. you feel so good when you come around me like that. So damn good.”

Slowing his rhythm, Harry sweeps my hair off of my back and leans over me, pressing kisses up the curve of my spine. “Harry.”

“Yes?” His voice is soft as he presses a kiss to my shoulder. “You are incredible.”

“One more.” The words fall from my lips even though I know that I'm so fucked, that I know I won’t last much longer. “I want one more.”

Stopping his movements, I feel Harry chuckle. “You think you can handle me again?”

“I want to see you.” I say, my eyes darting toward the door of the bathroom. “Let me watch you come undone over me.”

Harry grins as he pulls out, the loss of him more than I expected. “I never would have guessed the woman in the crowd would be able to fuck me so well.”

“You shouldn’t underestimate people, Harry.” I walk in front of him, listening to the way he moans when he sees my own release dripping down the inside of my thighs. “Do you like what you see?”

“Fuck.” Running his hand through his curls. He looks freshly fucked and I can’t wait to finish him. “Let me see you.”

Stepping into the bathroom and turning on the light, the sleek and modern design is perfect. Turning, Harry steps close and finds my lips with his, taking his time to kiss me as his hands once again wander my body.

When he takes my nipple into his mouth, I let my head tilt back. “Come on. Give me what I want.”

“So fucking needy.” Harry responds, turning me around and pinning me against the counter. “Bend over, you pretty slut.” Pressing my ass out and shaking it from side to side, I cry out when Harry strikes his palm across each cheek. “How many?”

The tone in his voice makes me moan. “Fuck.”

“I said—“ Cracking down his palm again, he steps up behind me, pushing just his tip inside of my throbbing center. “How many.”

“Until you think I’ve had enough.”

I arch my back when he thrusts forward, his hand connecting with my ass even harder. “What if I never get enough. huh?”

“Harry—“

“What if I'm starting to think one night isn’t enough for me?” He thrusts so deep and I’m so sensitive that it feels so good, I clench around him. “Fuck, when you grip my cock like that I never want to leave — I could fuck you all damn night.”

I moan as I meet his gaze in the mirror, looking at the tattoos on his arms as he slides his hands up my back, gripping my shoulders and pulling me back onto his cock. “Don’t say that.”

“What? Don’t say that I want you?” Bringing his palm against my skin, his gaze locks on mine. “This— fuck, this isn’t normal.”

“What?” I ask, biting my bottom lip and letting my head fall forward. “What isn’t—”

“Feeling like this after one night.” Thrusting into me so hard that I scream, I feel tears in my eyes over the way my body feels ready to give into him again. “I’ve never had sex like this, never fucked anyone this good.”

I let my head fall to the side as my cheek presses against the cool counter, the sound of our bodies meeting echoing through the small room. “That’s because you've never been with someone like me before.”

“Fuck—“ Harry is relentless as he searches for his release. “I need you to come for me again, please.”

Begging me, his eyes are hazy as he looks at me, gaze looking with mine until with one thrust, my body shatters around his. “Harry!”

“Oh, shit—“

I watch as his head rolls back and his body stills for just a moment before his hips slowly guide in and out of me, riding us through the orgasms we’ve given each other.

“There you go, pretty girl.” Running his hands up and down my back. I take a deep breath. “You’re so fucking good. So good, Chan.”

I take a deep breath as I try to center myself. “Harry, that was—“

Resting his forehead between my shoulder blades, his warm breath skates across my skin. “I didn’t know it would be like that when I saw you tonight, the woman dressed with ivy across her body— that the vines would wrap around me and pull me in.”

“I don’t know why you’re the surprised one.” I say, wetting my lips. “You’re the one that showed up here. How?”

Harry pulls out, a whimper falling from my lips at the loss of him. “I don’t know… I wanted to get a drink somewhere where I wouldn’t feel like Harry Styles — I wanted to go somewhere small and local.”

“And you ended up here?” I ask, looking up at him from under my lashes.

Grabbing a hand towel, Harry presses a kiss to my temple before running it under warm water and hoisting me onto the counter, laughing as I wince.

“I ended up here.” He smiles as he reaches his hand between my legs, kissing me when I gasp as he runs the warm cloth over my sensitive clit.

We both look at each other and it’s almost like Harry can’t help it when he leans down to kiss me, taking his time as his hands come up to cup my cheeks.

“Let’s get you dressed, okay?” He speaks the words against my lips but makes no move to let me off the counter to grab my top. “Maybe in a few minutes.”

I laugh. “Come on, we have to get out of here before someone comes in.”

“I hope they do.” kissing down the side of my neck, Harry rests his forehead against my collarbone. “I need everyone to know I was with you — that you’ve been fucked you harder than you ever have in your life.”

Resting my hand in the middle of his chest, I push him backwards and hop off the counter on shaky legs, Harry laughing as he rests his hands on my hips to guide me back into the office.

“Here, let me help you.” It’s a sweet gesture to see a man like him help me back into my top, watching as he uses all of his concentration to make sure every hook gets fastened properly while he doesn’t disturb the leaves.

“Thank you… For tonight.” I say, looking over his features. “I really had a good time.”

Harry smiles and brushes a lock of hair from off my face. “I did too.”

I give him one last smile, reaching for the door handle.

Before I turn it, Harry reaches for my hand, turning me and pressing me into the door one last time, finding my lips with his own.

Unlike most of the kisses tonight, this one is so slow, so gentle.

“I know I'm asking a lot, but I need to be able to see you again — I don't know what my brain is doing to me, but I just know that I need it.” The look in his eyes is so full of hope, so soft. “I’ll understand if you say no.”

“Here.” I hold my hand out, hoping he gets the hint.

When he does, he takes his phone out of his pocket and hands it over. I easily put my name and number in before giving it back to him, watching his lips curl up with a grin.

“Channing?” Looking from his phone to me, I smile as my hand grips the doorknob and finally push it open.

I wink at him as I step out into the hall. “It’s me.”

He steps forward and grips my hip one last time. bringing his lips down to mine.

“It’s you.”

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Hiiiii! Love love LOVE your writing!!! Babe, can I request a little something with drunk Joel 🙏 He gets all lovey dovey with you and you ride him while he praises tf out of you💕

hello!! i've written you this lil thing, i hope you like it! <3

says it feels like heaven to him

pairing: post-outbreak!joel miller x female reader

rating: explicit (18+ mdni)

word count: 1.4k

summary:

joel comes home from poker night feeling frisky.

content warnings:

explicit sexual content (18+ minors do not interact), no age reference, dub con - sex while one party is intoxicated, no use of y/n, oral sex (f receiving), face sitting, that brief universal fear of actually sitting on the person's face, dirty talk, praise kink, pet names, multiple orgasms, girl on top, unprotected p in v. let me know if there are any that are missing!

Joel’s not quiet when he comes home late from poker night down at the Tipsy Bison. You hear the door open and slam shut, the sound of him cursing as he struggles with the laces on his boots, followed by the muffled thump of them dropping to the floor beside the small bench just inside the front door. 

He climbs the stairs, heavy footsteps echoing in the hall outside the bedroom. You watch the door open slightly, his head of messy dark curls streaked with gray poking through. When he sees you’re awake, a bright grin spreads over his features and he throws the door open wide.

“Hey, baby,” he says, leaning against the doorframe. “You’re awake.”

“Well, if I wasn’t, you would have woken me up,” you reply, voice teasing. He steps into the room, coming up to the side of the mattress that you’re lying on. 

He plucks the book from your hands, setting it on the nightstand before throwing back the covers from your body. You make a noise of annoyance that’s cut off by his lips descending on yours, warm and slightly chapped, his mouth carrying the taste of whiskey as your tongue moves against his. He crawls up onto the bed with you, situating himself between your legs and grinding his hips against yours, making you gasp.

He breaks the kiss, lifting himself slightly to look down at you as he drags a broad palm across your thigh and slips it beneath the hem of the t-shirt you wore to bed that night. You arch into the touch, his fingers finding a tight nipple and giving it a brief pinch.

“Your tits are so fuckin’ perfect,” he groans. He sits back on his heels, grabbing at the hem of your shirt and urging you to sit up so he tug it over your head and drop it onto the floor. He’s on you even before your back hits the mattress, lips encircling one of your nipples as he groans appreciatively. The sharp sting of teeth makes you yelp and you can feel the way he smiles against your chest.

“Joel,” you whine, “be nice.”

“I think I’m bein’ real nice, sweetheart,” he replies, switching to your other breast and giving it the same attention. He sucks and licks and bites at your chest to his heart’s desire, leaving you panting and sensitive. 

Finally, he backs off, kissing down your stomach and stopping at the elastic of your underwear. He sits back again, this time curling his fingers into the elastic and tugging your last article of clothing off your body. He looks down at you, dark eyes sparkling in the dim light as he moves over to the other side of the bed, where he typically sleeps, lying on his back and looking at you expectantly.

“Sit on my face,” he says, smiling like a kid on Christmas. 

“Joel—“

“Don’t Joel me, I know what I want and I want that pretty pussy right here.” He points to his face. “Come on, gorgeous girl.”

Your face feels hot as you shuffle awkwardly to your knees, throwing one leg across his chest. His hands grip the flesh of your ass, dragging you closer, manhandling you until your pussy hovers just above his face, knees on either side of his head.

“So fuckin’ wet already,” he says, running a knuckle through your folds and making you gasp, balance faltering until you reach out to grip the headboard for stability. “Hang on, sweetheart.”

He tugs you down harshly until you’re quite literally sitting on his face, his tongue lavishing your clit with attention that makes you cry out, hips rocking into the sensation. You try to subtly lift back up, to give him more breathing room, but his arms wrap around your thighs with an iron grip and hold you steadfastly against his mouth.

Joel licks over every inch of your pussy, tongue circling your clit and dipping inside of you, the wet sounds of his actions interrupted only by his appreciative groans. You lose yourself to the heat of his between your thighs, rocking slightly over him, the tip of his strong nose catching your clit as his tongue presses inside of you. 

“Joel,” you moan, releasing one hand from the headboard and burying it into his thick curls. “Joel, I’m gonna cum.”

He hums, the vibration of it making your thighs clench against his head. He focuses all his attention on your clit, licking and sucking and rolling it between his lips until you’re shaking with your release above him, crying out his name over and over. You shuffle down his body and he looks up at you with a rapturous expression, sparse beard glistening with your wetness.

“Fuck, that was so good,” he says. His hands fumble with his belt and the fly of his jeans while you straddle his chest, catching your breath. “Now I need you to cum all over my cock, okay? Just move yourself down a little bit for me.”

You shuffle down his body until you’re spread out over his hips and he’s running the thick head of his cock through the mess he’s made, catching at your entrance for the briefest moment, not enough to satisfy you. You whine and Joel laughs, a deep rumble of self-satisfaction.

“Somethin’ you want, darlin’?” He asks, doing it again, pressing deep enough that his tip is inside of you. “Use your words, baby.”

“Want your cock,” you murmur, shifting your hips to take more of him inside of you. He moans, hips flexing and pushing himself deeper still. 

“Take it then, baby, s’all yours,” he says. You slide down his length until he’s buried deep, cock stretching you perfectly like it always does. His eyes are half lidded as he looks up at you and as you lift yourself up and drop back down, they shut tightly as a moan spills from his lips.

“Yes, yes, fuck, that’s so fuckin’ good,” he says, fingers digging into your thighs. “So tight and wet, fuck, can’t believe you’re all mine, sweetheart.”

His praise has you moving your hips faster, rocking over him desperately as each drag of his cock from your body hits a spot inside of you that has you seeing stars. You sit up straight and lean back, hands on his denim covered thighs as you roll your hips, and filthy words spill from Joel’s lips as you work yourself over his cock.

“So perfect, Christ, so fuckin’ perfect…”

“Amazing, baby, keep goin’, just like that…”

“Take my cock like you were made for it, sweetheart…”

“Need more,” you whine. “Please, Joel, I’m so close.”

His thumb circles your clit with sloppy motions and you cry out, going still as your orgasm crashes over you and your cunt pulses around Joel. He waits until your muscles relax, shoulders dropping and legs no longer pressed tightly to his hips before urging you down to the mattress, lying on your side. He shoves his jeans off, kicking them gracelessly from the bed before lying down, facing you. 

He scooches close, grabbing your top leg and settling it over his hip so that he can slide himself back inside of you with a groan. He thrusts inside of your sensitive pussy, holding your ass with a tight grip and using the leverage to drag your body over his cock as well.

“Did so well for me, baby,” he says, his sharp motions making you gasp. “Feels like I died and went to heaven when you’re cummin’ on my cock like that.”

You lean your face closer to capture his lips in a kiss, his tongue still carrying the taste of you as it tangles with yours. His hips grow more frantic, losing their purposeful rhythm as he chases his release. When he’s close, he pulls out, rubbing himself over your belly until his cock pulses, warm cum splashing against your skin as he moans into your mouth.

As Joel comes down from his own high, his eyes flutter open to look at you, clearer than when he’d come into the house. He sits up, taking his shirt off and using it to clean the mess from your belly. When he’s done, he tosses it to the floor and manhandles you under the covers, pulling you close as you giggle. 

“You have a good time at poker night?” You ask.

“Mm, had a better time after,” he says, burying his face against your neck. You run your fingers through his hair and he sighs. 

“Yeah,” you murmur. “Me, too.”

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Vampire’s Gift

Angelique lets Catarina play their favorite game with the unsuspecting Lucien. NSFW. Features M resus, F rescuer, CPR, conscious and unconscious mouth to mouth, precordial thumps, sex leading to cardiac arrest, sex acts on an unconscious person.

“Am I not enough plaything for you, chérie?”

Catarina playfully smacked her arm. “Don’t be so pathetic, love. You know my heart only belongs to you.” Angelique slid her long arms around her love and drew her in close against her body, staring out at the dark street of Paris. Lights burned everywhere, so Paris was never really dark, merely dimmed by night. The two of them were under the vampire’s shroud, for all intents and purposes invisible to the people of the city. They’d only be seen by those they wanted to see.

“I just think it would be fun to be the hero for once. And you don’t need a hero,” said Catarina, tapping at the beast’s chest and the long dead heart beneath. Angelique wanted to argue, but she also couldn’t be sure the organ hadn’t been eaten by worms before she returned as the undead. She went on, “You’ll take one for me, won’t you? I have one in mind.”

“How could I deny you anything?” replied Angelique.

So they walked through the nightlife in search of their damsel. Catarina adored her angel’s every form, when she took on the aspects of a man with a more rigid and bat like face, or a great black dog, or sometimes even when she was only a cloud of fog clinging to her naked skin and filing her lungs. Angelique had a better cock in some forms than any man she’d known, yet lately she had felt the ache for a living one. She missed taking a man in her hand and feeling it twitch with his heartbeat. Plus, if she got to be the hero for once, she thought it would be fun to ride someone in and out of the little deaths, the petit morte, that her beast had perfected. Their search brought them to the back alley of the perfumer’s shop.

“Lucien,” whispered Angelique, plucking the owners name from the ether, “Come down, Lucien, and let us in.” Catarina bounced a little on the balls of her toes. Ever since having seen this man on her last trip into the city, she’d thought about the older perfumer and what he would look like between her thighs, or with Angelique taking him in a masculine form from behind. Tonight though, she had something else in mind. She practically squealed with delight and clapped quickly as the bolt on the door audibly came undone and Lucien opened it for them.

Angelique could not fault her for her attraction. He was handsome and broad, old enough to be Catarina’s father, but he wore each line well. A little gray peppered his beard and temples, stark against his otherwise dark hair. His rich coffee colored eyes were dull under her spell, mouth slightly agape. The two of them entered with his permission and stood amidst his workshop.

“This is well enough,” Catarina announced. She shoved a few of his implements off his work table, which smelled of every oil and perfume which had ever soaked into its wood, and took him by the shoulder to sit on the edge. She hiked up her layers of skirts and petticoats and climbed so she sat astride him. She nodded to her beast and the beast rolled her long fingers in the air. Lucien sucked in a breath, eyes regaining their light. “Wh-What? Where…” He looked to find himself in his workshop. Upon seeing her he gasped and tried to scramble back, only to find himself pinned under her, and his strength oddly lacking. “I was sleeping, I- what’re you doing here?” Catarina pressed a finger to his lips. “Hush, dear one. You’re still asleep.”

He stared at her with wide, entranced eyes. She was the most beautiful woman he’d ever seen. With her mane of gold curls and the freckles going down her nose to the top of her breasts, rounded by her corset. Something whispered in his mind that she was right, he was still asleep. He had to be. She urged him down with his back against the workshop table and he went without complaint. He saw her eyes slide to the far corner, but he didn’t see the thing in the shadows.

“My mind has conjured a beauty,” he whispered in a sort of reverent tone. Catarina smiled, leaning over him to place her delicate fingers against his jawline and tilt his head up. Her mouth devoured his with a hunger, and she reveled in the feeling of his warm aliveness. She felt a pang of foreign sadness inside her the same moment she allowed herself to appreciate his body, and she sent a soothing pulse of thought back to her creature. ‘My heart only belongs to you’, it said without words. The shadows seemed to hum appreciatively, and the pitiful feeling melted away from her mind.

The dream woman, who felt all too solid and real to Lucien, slid her hand up over the soft down on his belly and trailed up to his chest. She shifted, and he moaned a little in his throat when he felt she wore no underthings, and her warmth and wetness soaked against him. She was already deeply excited, but he didn’t know the real reason why. He couldn’t have imagined what lay in store for him.

She coiled her hands in the hem of his nightshirt and with surprising strength, ripped the thing to the middle, then grabbed hold of it again to rip the rest of the way to the collar. Lucien tried to assure himself this was merely a dream, and the garment would be well when he woke up. Then she leaned over him and sealed her mouth over one of his nipples and he thought no more of the torn shirt.

“Slower.”

Something whispered in his mind and he jolted slightly. His heart, which had been speeding up and beginning to pound under the dream woman’s hands and warm mouth, suddenly stumbled as if at war with itself. It was as though some invisible hand had clutched the organ and held it still before it beat too fast.

Catarina smirked, still suckling at the hard bud of his nipple. She dug her teeth into it a little and rolled it between her jaws, winning a small hiss. She released it, laying her body across his to claim his mouth instead. He made a muffled noise of surprise when her tongue plumbed between his teeth, but relaxed after a moment and returned the kiss.

“Slower.”

Another stumble. This one hurt though. He felt the uneven beat in his temples and in his stomach, hissing in a breath. “Mmh,” he mumbled, pulling away slightly. “My heart… feels funny,” he told the dream woman.

Catarina circled one of his nipples with her index finger. “Oh? Poor thing. Maybe you’re dying in your sleep.” His eyes went wide and she giggled, tongue poking out between her teeth. She glanced at Angelique again, and again her angel whispered, “Slower” into the air and into Lucien’s heart. He groaned, clutching his chest with one hand. She slid down and freed him from his trousers, and despite his growing panic, he was still growing hard at her movements. His cock jumped when his heart tried to correct for another stumble and beat particularly hard.

“What is this?” he groaned, feeling the sluggish beat as his heart struggled seemingly without cause. It moved slow, he could practically feel each lapping wave of blood in his circulation. The growing spaces between tides was beginning to hurt, and more than that, they worried him.

Catarina sat back up astride him, her hands braced against his chest. She rolled her hips so her sex merely brushed against his hardness, teasing between her lips. Her aching clit throbbed with her pulse, and when she slid his shaft over the hood there, both of them moaned. Her head fell back as she continued to rut against him, feeling the flushed heat of him. Angelique, when she took on a man’s shape, would be kind enough to warm her dead flesh at the fireplace so she could mimic these sensations while inside her, but this was different. Real alive warmth. It was the only thing she really missed from human partners. That, and lying in the afterglow with an ear to their chest as they drifted back down from heaven.

Lucien was sprawled against the workshop table in a tug of war between panic and ecstasy. Her wet cunt slid up and down the length of him, and he wanted to grab her hips and spear her to stop this agonizingly slow game. But his limbs felt weak. His head was growing fuzzy. It didn’t feel like a dream, but some twisted and sinful nightmare. He expected to wake up and see a succubus draining the breath from his lungs. Maybe she was right. Maybe he really was dying in his sleep. Air was becoming harder to draw in, and his heart wasn’t contracting all the way.

Catarina tugged at the neckline of her dress, her ample breasts spilling over the hard ribbing of her corset. She lay down across the perfumer’s naked chest, her weight constricting his breathing all the more. “Shhh,” she soothed, cupping his face in her palm, her thumb tracing over his quivering lips. “You have nothing to fear, dear one.” Then she slid her hand up to pinch his nostrils, sealing her mouth over his to give him a breath. His chest rose under her and she felt his lungs expand with her air. He expelled the excess in a puff when she broke the life giving kiss. Reaching between them, she finally took hold of his stiff cock. The fear and adrenaline warring with her beast’s instructions to his heart had done little to soften him. She gave him another breath, and when she reached the end she gave him a little more than needed, his ribs rounding beneath her. Then she slid him inside her as she let go and he gave a breathy moan.

She felt amazing. Her tight, warm walls enveloped him and the aching need he’d felt waned. He bucked his hips once, twice, but his body was too weak to thrust up into her. Her arousal dripped down the crease of his thighs and cooled against his skin when it hit the air. The succubus, which he now was convinced she was, began to rock against him. His length tapped now and then against her cervix and she groaned, still holding his nose closed for respirations. He was not aware, but he was the largest cock she’d ever taken from a human. He wanted to moan and voice his pleasure the same as her. He wanted to grab her hips and drive himself into her again and again. But his breaths wouldn’t come, and his heart refused to speed up into that delirious, hammering bliss he’d always known during sex. The succubus was kind enough to give him breaths between thrusts, and all he could do was rumble in the back of his throat when he had the breath to make noise.

Catarina sat back, pressing her palm firmly against the apex of his heart. She slowed her gyrations to be in time with the slow beat she felt there. His fingers tightened against her hip, his mouth gaping without her breaths. He tapped a few times in a mute plea for her oxygen. She smirked down at him. “Angelique,” she called to the shadows. The corner of blackness chuckled as two eyes reflected in the sparse moonlight tilting from the nearby window.

The creature rolled her fingers in the air again and spoke her command to the poor trapped man. “Your lungs…” The perfumer looked towards her corner and finally saw, with wide and naked fear on his face, what lie there. “Do you feel the last wisp of air being squeezed from them?” As she said this, she rolled her fingers into her palm and tensed her hand. His chest spasmed. Then it went still as his lungs arrested.

Catarina began to buck her hips faster as his hand fell away from her leg. His head lay tilted to the side, his eyes wide and mouth hung open. His heart stumbled beneath her hand, and she kept one against his ribs and slid the other against his thigh to feel the weak swell of his femoral. Her stomach tightened, her breath quickening as her climax drew near. Hands appeared from behind and slid over the planes of her corset. Angelique took hold of the middle of her restrictive finery and tore it in one motion. Catarina sucked in a completely unobstructed breath and cried out. Arms encircled her as she slammed him into herself, smoothing over her exposed belly and dipping between her legs to her and Lucien’s joining. Her swollen clit was a raw bundle of nerves when the vampire’s claw glided across its surface. It took only a few moments of Angelique’s cool hand fingering her there before she came, screaming and bucking. She felt the perfumer’s heart, which had been locked in a sort of half death- beating, stopping for long moments, beating twice, shaking, lub… lubdublub… lub…- until finally it ceased at the moment of their shared orgasm. His warm seed spilled inside her and she collapsed back into Angelique’s waiting arms, bosom heaving. Lucien’s cock twitched inside her, the last movement of his body before he began to soften with the lack of blood flow.

Catarina swiped her hair back from her face and took a moment to catch her breath. “Ah,” she sighed, “Thank you, darling. You’ve given me quite a gift. I’ll grant you one in return.” She took his face by the chin and rolled his head back up to look at her, his eyes empty, his pupils blown wide. She chalked that up to his pleasure fueled heights before the drop into cardiac arrest. It would be a shame if he remained dead.

She laid across him again and gave him her breaths, his body pliable and yielding to her. She briefly rutted against the curve of his cock once more, shivering with sensitivity after being so thoroughly sated, then planting her hands in the middle of his chest. She shoved up into his heart, forcing his ribcage in. His shoulders shrugged inward and the force rippled out through his entire body. Her breath quickened and she grew excited all over again. She grunted as she drove another quick compression down into his sternum, watching how it rounded his toned, furry stomach, rocking his head back. Catarina had never been the one doing the saving. The rush was immediate and consuming as a wildfire. I am holding his life in my hands. I am the only thing between this man and oblivion. She found herself panting out little breaths as she started the compressions in earnest, rising up a little on her knees so she could use all the strength in her body for his sake.

Angelique slid to the head of the workbench, her eyes flickering between the dead man and her dove. There was a light in her love’s eyes that set the vampire alight. She truly was enjoying this. It gave her every sort of satisfaction to have given her this gift, something she knew her love had longed for so long. The jealousy she had harbored began to ebb as she watched her dutifully pound into the perfumer’s chest. She leaned down, her lips just brushing Lucien’s ear, her cold cheek pressed to his, which was growing paler. “My lady will be awfully disappointed if you do not live,” she whispered so only his barely tethered consciousness heard, “Your heart must beat again for her, Lucien. Come back.”

Cold lips brushed his ear. The succubus’ sex brushed warmly against his soft cock, jerking against her with every brutal pump against his heart. His heart had stopped. He really had died in his sleep, he thought. But he knew he wasn’t sleeping now. No corner of his imagination could conjure this up. He couldn’t move. He couldn’t even roll his eyes in their sockets. They were planted straight ahead where they had drifted at the moment of his death, staring up at some point between the ceiling and the succubus’s face. His vision bobbed with his head, every compression forcing it to swing her face in and out of his line of sight. She really was beautiful. A belle mort. He knew somehow she had been responsible for his death. Now, she was working desperately for his resurrection. It didn’t make sense. But he wanted to do as the voice commanded. He wanted to come back.

Truthfully, there was little left in Lucien’s life worth continuing it. His wife had died last spring of the fever sweeping the lower city. His daughters had died in their cradles the years before that. He had nothing but the stinking perfume shop to fill his days. If he had died, buried inside this beautiful demon sat astride him now, currently shoving her delicate hands against his chest, he wouldn’t have complained. He would have met the devil, for surely a succubus would have damned his soul to hell, and he would have accepted an afterlife of punishment for those few moments of bliss.

She paused her rhythmic pounding and leaned over, kissing him again. Her breath was so warm. It smelled sweet, and tasted of ambrosia when her tongue briefly flicked his own. He knew then that he wanted to come back. He wanted to please her. He would dedicate the rest of his life to this vision who had stolen it from him. Beat. Beat for her, useless thing. Bats pour elle, espèce de sac inutile.

Catarina was panting by now, sweat standing out on her skin and beading between her breasts. Dread had started to well up in the bottom of her stomach. Had she really killed him for good? “Angelique?” she asked, looking over at her beast, “Is it too late? Have I lost him?” The yellow discs of her eyes in the darkness turned towards the dead man’s chest and focused on the vanishing warmth within him. His heart struggled behind his ribs. It beat once, then stopped. Half the chambers moved, but the others wouldn’t pump. “Listen,” she told her. Catarina lay down on top of him and rested her ear against his chest.

“Poor dear,” she breathed out, “You really are trying to be strong, aren’t you?” She had no way of knowing how badly he was trying. Screaming in his mind for his heart to beat, trapped in a dying body. She pinched his nose shut again, tipping his head back as she rose once more. “Then I won’t give up either, dear one. Your heart is safe in my hands.” It was a contradiction to her actions, considering she had been the one to make it stop in the first place. But Lucien believed her. She didn’t want him to die. For the first time in so long, he didn’t want to die either.

She returned to her compressions with renewed vigor, throwing her whole weight behind each measured blow. It had been about twelve minutes of struggling cardiac activity, and her arms, her shoulders, the core of her stomach, were all getting sore. Angelique never tired when she played the hero, and Catarina was on the verge of asking her to help. “You’ve got this,” her beast purred. It wouldn’t be so sweet a victory if she wasn’t the one to claw him back. Angelique tipped her face against his once more and whispered again, “Come back, little one. Focus on those weak beats and make them strong again.” As she spoke, she skated her hand down his ribs and felt them bow to Catarina’s thrusts. Her preternatural eyes watched his heart struggle, and went from unevenly beating now and then to fluttering.

Catarina let out a frustrated growl when she felt his heart stop altogether, no longer even trying to beat. The quivering was too weak for her to detect. “Please, take a breath. I won’t be able to take if you really died,” she panted. Angelique moved to the side of the workbench, easing Catarina back a little. “Just a moment, dove.”

She raised her fist up and thumped him hard between the line of his nipples. The quivering heart, jolted by the kinetic force, beat once and then descended again into fibrillation. She struck him again. This time, it beat for a few seconds, then shook uselessly again. The third time, Catarina tried. She brought up both hands, clutched together in a fist, and beat the organ hard enough his entire body jolted from the force of the blow. But his eyes closed and he drew in a rasping breath as finally, it worked. Lucien was alive. She was giddy with endorphins as she sat back, breathing hard.

“Good show,” Angelique chuckled, wrapping an arm around her love and squeezing one of her breasts, soaking in the way her heart pounded from the exertion of resuscitation.

Catarina giggled, cupping Lucien’s face. “Apologies, dear one. That was more than you bargained for, wasn’t it?” She leaned down to give him a breath and ease his rasping. She startled a bit when he lunged up and, with what little strength was left in him, kissed her passionately and with great desperation and hunger. She pulled back, a little shocked. He propped himself halfway up on his elbows, looking up at her. His eyes were manic and round, black as a deep well given how blown out his pupils were.

“My lady,” he wheezed, “I am yours.”

[moderator-monnie]

The First Days... (A COTH Story)

It was a night like any other in a small town known as Aislinn in the southern part of Mobius. Everything was quiet and Plutonium The Mongoose was sitting up in her bed, unable to sleep because of a mild case of insomnia.

Her husband, Copper, was asleep next to her, but he moved in a strange way. Plutonium didn't notice, of course, as she was too absorbed in the book she was reading. That was until he made a strange, almost eerie gurgling noise. She quickly turned to her husband, worried, and as soon as she did, he grabbed her.

With a broad smile on his face, his eyes were pure white, his mouth a gape and tears rolling down his face, he spoke in a slightly echoed voice. "You should go to sleep, join me in the world of dreams... Everything will be better, everything will be perfect, we can live better lives... You just need to sleep like I am. Go to sleep Plutonium The Mongoose."

Plutonium herself pushed him away from her, screaming at the top of her lungs. The sight before her frightened her beyond anything she could understand. She quickly ran out of her bedroom door and blocked it off with a chair, huffing and puffing, "C-Coppy hun, you just stay in there. I'll figure out what's going on. Don't worry!" She was determined to find out what had happened to her husband.

Copper began to slowly hit the door. Although he wasn't that strong, he spoke in that echoing quiet voice once more, "You needn't run... He will find you soon and we'll be joined together in our eternal sleep, where all our needs will be met."

Plutonium found the words coming out of her husband's mouth. Clearly, he wasn't in control of himself. All she needed to do was to find help, so she went to go open her door hoping someone, anyone even would be at the hospital.

But as soon as she opened the door, she looked up in horror, her hand still on the doorknob as she looked up at the sky. It wasn't black and full of stars, as one would expect at 3 am. Everything was a dark crimson. And the sun still seemed to be out, being a blinding white. Most of the grass on her front lawn even seemed to be a shade of purple.

So many thoughts ran thru the woman's head as she saw all that had changed in a matter of hours, but she didn't have long to process this as she heard a loud crash with some screaming and saw a few of her through running in fear while others slowly and calmly walked after them. 

All the ones who were walking calmly all had the same looks as her husband did, their eyes white as snow, tears leaking down their faces.

And something she didn't notice before was a strange symbol on their chests, a sort of marking perhaps.

She didn't have long to react properly though, as a shadow soon loomed over her and all the mobians with the symbols on their chests turned to face her, staring blankly with wide smiles on broad faces. The looming shadow couldn't be seen, not at first just covering her and her entire house in a thick shadow.

The eyes of the affected mobians lighted the darkness slightly, before a small eye with a black pupil appeared where the shadow was being cast from and it grew larger within moments, and finally, the one behind the shadow could be seen. 

It looked like Sonic The Hedgehog but his face seemed to be a black void, with an eye in the middle of it that stared right down at her, his arms were also skeletal with rings around them and a sort of cape around his neck attached to which he could be seen as like chaos emeralds.

The towering hedgehog was 75 feet tall and as Plutonium looked up in terror, the figure spoke in a rough, deep, echo-laced voice, one almost in a similar manner to her husband's voice.

"Little Mongoose, you needn't threaten, you needn't worry... Rest your weary head for its time for bed, time to rest and help others like yourself rest, for I am the one they call Zepperaith and I've come to your town to help you and everyone here sleep... And dream sweetly into the forever night. I mean no harm, no anger, all I want to do is help... The question I ask is simple... Do you accept me?"

There Plutonium stood and shook in fear for a few minutes, the voices of her neighbors all saying at once, "Accept Our Lord, Accept Our Lord, Accept Our Lord, sleep like us, we're all happy, don't you want to be happy too?"

Plutonium shook her head before she screamed out of fear and anger, "I'LL NEVER JOIN YOU! I DON'T KNOW WHAT YOU DID TO MY NEIGHBOURS, MY FRIENDS OR MY HUSBAND. BUT I WILL FIND OUT AND I WILL STOP YOU, YOU MONSTER!"

The Mongoose then ran away as fast as her legs could carry her out of town, while everyone else was gathered up and put into a sleep by Zepperaith. Of course, with his power and speed, he could easily find the mongoose. But he proceeded to giggle and put his hand to his face, finding her attempt to run from him quite entertaining.

He just wanted to help her and everyone in Mobius, but he'd let her run for now, wanting to see what she did for the sake of his own entertainment. In just a few days, he'd track her down again, but for now, he turned his sights on the town.

"Sheep, Sheep, Sheep... It's time for sleep. Rest your heads. It's time for bed... You need not worry about me for I'm your friend till the very end and all I want to do is help you all : )"

He spoke out loud to anyone in the town who could hear him he had not been put into a slumber. Plutonium herself just kept on running. She had to find help. She would save her husband ... right?

ONLY TIME WOULD TELL.

[integra1127grimmreaper]

The New Devil's Pact - Part Seven

Ike Evans Masterlist

Series Masterlist

Part 6

Ike hadn't slept a wink last night; tossing and turning the entire time as images of him pressing you against the door kept flashing through his mind. The way your body felt pressed against his, your smell, the way you tasted, and the way you whimpered out his name; all of it kept playing on repeat.

Not able to force sleep or pretend to be asleep next to Vera, he ended up spending the rest of the early morning smoking and drinking on the balcony.

Let's just say, that coping mechanism was kicking him in the ass right now though. His head was pounding like a motherfucker and really wasn't looking forward to seeing you smugly flaunting yourself around him all day.

"Mr. E, your partner's here..." Flo suddenly announces over the intercom as if his thoughts had magically conjured you up.

"Hi there, Partner..." you enter Ike's office with a broad smile, causing him to internally groan in annoyance.

"What can I do for you?" Ike grumbles out, sitting up straighter in his seat.

"Now is that anyway to greet..." you teasingly frown at him.

"I thought we were 'close friends'... especially after last night."

"That was a mistake" Ike utters out scowling.

"Really now...?"

With a mischievous smirk, you slowly move around his desk. Stopping right next to his chair, you take a seat on the edge of the desk and began running your fingertips across the top of his hand that was rested on the desk.

"Didn't seem like it when your hands were all over my body..."

Slowly moving your fingers up Ike's arm then, across his chest, and upward to grasp his jaw within your hold.

"Especially when your tongue was battling mine for dominance..."

Ike was about to retort your statement when suddenly the intercom goes off.

"You're wife's here, Mr. E..."

Eye's blown wide in panic, Ike looks toward the door and then at you.

With an eye roll, you get up from the desk, grabbing the pack of cigarettes on top of it; you place one between your lips. Realizing your coverup, Ike quickly grabs the lighter; lighting the cigarette just in time as Vera entered.

"Thanks" you remark loudly, stepping back from him and turning toward the seat in front of him.

"Vera..." you smile at her in greeting, blowing the smoke into the air and going up to hug her.

"Y/N..." she smiles, returning the hug.

"How are you feeling after last night?"

"Much better now, thank you" you reply taking a seat.

"Ike and I were just discussing some business."

"Oh, I'm sorry if I interrupted then" Vera comments.

"No need" you shrug off her apology.

"I have some place I need to be, so I was heading out in any case."

"If you're sure..." Vera remarks.

"Yes, yes. Don't worry about it" you get up.

"We'll chat more into detail soon about that matter we were discussing Ike."

Ike gives you a silent nod in responds and you flash both him and Vera a smile as you turn to leave.

"Y/N, wait!" Vera suddenly calls out.

"Yes...?" you turn back to look at her.

"Are you busy later?"

"No" you reply, frowning in confusion.

"How about meeting up for lunch later?" Vera offers.

"That would be lovely..." you grin at her in response.

"Good" she nods in satisfaction.

"I'll see you later in the coffee shop then."

"Perfect..." you nod with a broad smile, turning to make your leave then.

Vera and you were chatting about while having lunch, when suddenly she brings up the meeting you had with Ike earlier this morning.

"If you don't mind me prying, the business you and Ike discussed earlier... did it have to do with the hotel?"

Trying your best to suppress the chuckle that threatened to come out, you softly smile at her.

"Yes, as his new partner we have a lot to discuss about the hotel. I have a lot to learn about running the hotel business, so he and I will be spending quite some time together."

"Oh, I'm so glad Ike took my advice and offered you a partnership..." Vera sighs in relief.

"I'd rather he goes into business with you than Meg Bannock." Confessing to you then.

"To be honest, I don't trust that woman at all..."

Oh, honey, I'm the one you shouldn't be trusting... you internally giggle.

"Oh, I haven't purchased any shares of the hotel..." you politely inform her.

Vera frowns at you in confusion.

"Didn't you just say that you're his new partner?"

"Yes, I am" you nod at her.

"I didn't purchase the shares though, I inherited them from my late grand-uncle, Sy Berman..."

Vera's face turns ghostly pale then.

"You're related to Sy Berman...?"

"Yes" you nod in response.

"And you're now Ike's partner because you inherited those shares...?"

"Yes..." you smile, nodding again.

"I-I thought Sy sold the shares back to Ike?"

"They had spoken about doing so, but then Sy died before anything was finalized and now, I own them" you shrug with a sweet smile plastered on your face.

"Oh..." was all Vera could reply.

"Don't worry, I'm not at all anything like my uncle was" you assure with a fake sympathetic look.

"Oh-thank-God..." Vera sighs out, eyes widening when realizing what she had just said and immediately apologizing.

"I'm so sorry..."

"It's perfectly fine..." you pat her hand in reassurance as you continued smiling.

I'm a lot worse than he was... 

Part 8

[goroaix]

Only when the winter is cold do we see Pine and Cypress wither.

Dong Sicheng (Winwin) x Fem reader

Snow white retelling with supernatural elements. Some parts are inspired by snow white and the huntsman.

Child abuse. Child neglect. Attempted murder. Murder. Character death. Graphic depictions of violence and injuries. Emotional and psychological abuse.

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『 The tidings of winter were brutal. The weak became weaker and the deprived grew despondent. Spring was mere months away yet the cold likened it to an out of reach mirage.

And it was during these months that snow did what snow did best: It fell.

('Maybe there is a certain kind of beauty to it after all, Zhisong.') 』

(I would post it all on here but I don’t want to crash people’s devices)

Zhisong: That was the title given to the child born in the very beginnings of winter on the 28th of October to the acting rulers of the kingdom.

This child was not unloved - far from it. He was adored by both royals and civilians alike, the news of his birth reaching far and wide with presents sent from neighbours and the people to celebrate. It had been so long, after all, since the empire was able to celebrate having a new heir that would no doubt be as kind and as forgiving as their forefathers.

However, while he was known to others as Zhisong - the child born with hair as soft as a mink’s fur and a countenance as beautiful as a blossoming lotus - his true name was something that was held in fondness for only people close to his heart to address him by.

“Dong Sicheng,” his father had uttered, looking to his wife for confirmation.

Her body was tired yet her arms were occupied by their child, the product of their love that had come after endless moons of hoping and praying. She looked from her husband to the sleeping baby, his hair sticking up on end with his nose scrunched up as he slept. “Sicheng,” she repeated softly, tasting the syllables on her tongue before she nodded. “It’s a perfect name.”

And it was Sicheng that brought light to their lives, just the sight of him evoking feelings that urged them to nurture and care. No one knew it was possible to see any parent smile day in and day out, yet whenever the public saw them, it was only happiness that greeted them. The image of a giggling baby with rosy cheeks and a smile that charmed even the most barren of hearts was synonymous with the governing class.

The lands were virile the year he was born, bringing forth crops with such vigour such that starvation was merely an afterthought for people that had known only its name. Hundreds of barren fields had been filled with endless yields of wheat and corn, the harvest so great that they were able to trade it with neighbouring countries with some to spare.

For years there was nothing but hope, the kindlings of joy transforming into a roaring flame that kept the empire warm during the winters and comforted during the summers.

“Darling?” The queen looked towards her husband as he played with Sicheng, rolling around on the floor with him while peals of laughter filled the room.

“Yes?” Sicheng was sat up, chubby fingers grabbing for purchase on his father’s robes. “Are you feeling unwell?”

“No, no. I… I just wanted to say that I am happy. This is more than I could have ever imagined.”

The King’s smile was broad and it was beautiful. Their child was held in one arm before he approached his wife, strands of straight black hair moved out of her eyes before he placed a tender kiss to the top of her forehead. “I pray that we will be happy for the rest of our lives.”

For five more years that prayer was granted.

But miracles weren’t made to last.

It was on a spring morning, with the air cool from the morning dew and the sun half mast in the sky, that Sicheng was exposed to the concept of death for the first time. The king had slept with his wife at his side and had not woken up - would never wake up.

And this was the start of the end for them all.

Read the rest on AO3

[timotey]

Ficlet: If You Don't Tell Me

Secret Crush on You. Toh/Nuea. Hurt/comfort. Unbeta'd.

Toh realizes that he inadvertently hurt Nuea during sex.

(Yes, Secret Crush on You, a drama I watched mainly for Billy Patchanon because, well, it's Billy Patchanon! *hands* I've carried this idea in my head ever since that last naughty scene when Toh asked to top and Nuea happily let him. And since I'm back to work tomorrow, it was to write it now or forever hold my peace. Ergo. Nobody will care, I bet, but needs must and all that jazz.)

***

Toh opens the bathroom door with apprehension. His heart is hammering so hard it’s making it difficult to breathe and his hands are cold and clammy. He’s feeling a little queasy - has been ever since he woke up and noticed the rusty stains on the bed sheet, little flecks of dried blood that meant… 

That meant he hurt Nuea last night, while they had sex. He hurt Nuea. He hurt him. Toh swallows rapidly, he has to or he’s going to be sick.

Nuea is in there, in the bathroom, having just come out of the shower. He has a white towel wrapped around his hips and he’s drying his hair with another. When he sees Toh, he smiles wide at him, as if everything were in perfect order, as if Toh didn’t do the unspeakable last night.

“Good morning,” Nuea greets him cheerfully. “Sleep well?”

Toh just stares at him. He just stares because how can Nuea be so normal when… when Toh… when…

Nuea frowns a little, lowering his hands, hair still wet and unruly, when he notices the look on Toh’s face. “What’s wrong?” he asks with concern.

Toh has to say it out loud, he has to confess to his sin. “I hurt you. Last night,” he manages to get out without faltering.

And Nuea knows, he knows what this is about, of course he knows, but now he freezes and his eyes widen a little, as if he were the one caught doing something wrong, he!

A moment later, Nuea grins again but this time, it looks fake, it looks forced. He jerks his shoulders in a halfhearted shrug. “It’s nothing, really. Stuff happens, you know.” Then he turns away from Toh, towards the sink, and hides his face behind his towel again, rubbing, rubbing so hard he might have no hair left before he’s done.

Toh stares at him, at Nuea’s broad back, at the little love bites peppered across his skin, at the little bruises peeking from underneath the towel wrapped around his waist, and his heart is still galloping in his chest. And then he moves without thinking, because if he thought about it, he would never do it.

He steps up to Nuea, pulling the towel off his hips, and before Nuea can react, Toh shoves his hand between his cheeks and presses his fingers against Nuea’s hole, not in, just against the puckered rim, hard - and he stares at Nuea’s reflection in the mirror because he needs to know.

Nuea’s reaction is instantaneous. He drops his towel and grips the edge of the marble counter with his hands so hard his knuckles turn white. He squeezes his eyes shut and bites his lip, making a soft, pained sound deep in his throat. 

Toh immediately lets go, backing away, a look of sheer horror on his face. He… did that. He worships Nuea and he did… that to him.

It takes a moment before Nuea breathes through the pain and when he finally opens his eyes again and looks at Toh in the mirror, when he sees the look of terrible disdain on his face, he turns around quickly and takes a little step towards Toh, raising his hands as if trying to calm down a spooked animal.

“It’s alright, Toh, really,” Nuea says soothingly.

Alright? Alright? “It’s not alright, it’s really, really not alright!” Toh denies, his voice rising and breaking at the end. How can Nuea say that? How can he even think that?

Nuea takes another small step towards Toh as if he’s afraid that Toh might bolt - and Toh is very close to doing exactly that. “Look, stuff like that happens, it’s no big deal, really. Just a little tearing.” He reaches behind and grabs a little tube from the counter that Toh didn’t notice before. “Put a little ointment on it and I’ll be as good as new in no time.”

But his words, they don’t console Toh. He stares at the little tube with his throat tight. Little things are like puzzle pieces falling into place in his mind. Not just the fact that Nuea owns this thing in the first place but - it’s almost used up, the tube. And he knows - he knows! - that Nuea never used it on him. Because Toh never needed it. Because Nuea's always made sure that Toh didn’t get hurt. Which means…

Toh swallows and looks at Nuea who’s watching him a little uncertainly now, not knowing what’s running through Toh’s head. “This… this isn’t the first time, is it?” Toh croaks out painfully and feels like crying. “This isn’t the first time I hurt you. I just never noticed before.”

Nuea opens his mouth to say something, then he closes it again. Because he doesn’t know what to say without outright lying, Toh realizes. 

“Shit,” Toh curses and this time he can’t stop the tears. And it feels like he can’t breathe because his throat is closing up and his nose is all stuffed. He’s filled with despair - for Nuea - and with anger - at himself. Because how could he have not known? How?

Nuea curses, too. He drops the tube on the counter and steps close to Toh, still naked, and he hugs Toh hard, running his hand through Toh’s hair and down his back to calm him down. And he keeps saying, over and over again, “Toh, Toh…”

Toh stands there with his arms hanging limply at his sides because he can’t make himself return the hug, he feels like he doesn’t have the right, not anymore. Because people don’t hurt people they love like this, it’s wrong, it’s so deeply, profoundly wrong that Toh doesn’t know what to do with it.

Pulling away a little, Nuea takes Toh by his shoulders and hunches down a little to catch his eyes. “Look, it’s really not that bad. And these things do happen during anal sex. I’m going to be just fine.”

“It-it never happens… when you top me,” Toh points out, breathing harshly between words, half-sobbing them out.

Nuea smiles at him. “Well, I do have a little more experience, you know?”

Yeah, and that’s the point, isn’t it? Toh grips Nuea’s wrists, pulls Nuea’s hands off his shoulders and holds them tight between them, looking at him imploringly. “Then you have to tell me, Nuea, you hear me? I still don’t really know what I’m doing here and if you don’t tell me things like this, how can I learn? How can I stop hurting you?” 

Nuea tries to deny it. “You didn’t really–”

But Toh’s having none of it. “But I did. I did, Nuea. And if you don’t tell me when it hurts, then it will keep happening!” He pauses, then says with a surprising firmness, “If I can’t trust you to tell me when it hurts, then we’re not doing it again.”

Nuea blinks at him, disconcerted. “It’s really no big deal,” he tries to object. “I don’t mind–”

“I do!” Toh cries out, shaking Nuea’s hands a little. “I do, Nuea. Imagine if our roles were reversed, if I hid from you that you were hurting me. Think of how you would feel when you found out. That, that is how I’m feeling right now.”

Uneasy, Nuea opens his mouth and then closes it again, then his shoulders slump a little and he hangs his head.

“Even if you don’t mind, Nuea,” Toh pleads, “I do. Don’t do this to me. Don’t make me feel like-like… a monster. Please.”

Nuea takes a deep breath and extracts his hands from Toh’s gently. Then he takes Toh’s hands in his and brings them up to his lips to kiss them, looking down at Toh with so much love that it still steals Toh’s breath away, that this man loves him. Him!

“Alright,” Nuea agrees. “Alright, Toh. If it ever comes to that again, I will tell you.”

“Promise?” Toh insists, staring up at Nuea beseechingly.

He needs to know, he needs to be sure that Nuea will do it, that Nuea will tell him, that Nuea won’t allow himself to get hurt by Toh again. Toh needs to be absolutely sure of it if he ever dares to top Nuea again. If he can’t have that certainty, then he’s never, ever touching Nuea like that again.

Nuea smiles at him and strokes Toh’s cheek with his thumb tenderly. “I promise. I swear. I will never hide it from you again.”

Toh’s shoulders slump in relief. He still doesn’t think he will be ready to top Nuea anytime soon - the rusty stains are still there, raw in his mind’s eye - but Nuea’s promise makes some of his tension and fear dissipate. Because Nuea would never lie to him.

Nodding, Toh says, “Okay. And now," he straightens his shoulders and reaches for the little tube on the counter behind Nuea, "let me help you.”

“You don’t have to–” Nuea tries to protest.

“I do,” Toh insists. “I hurt you, I should take care of you.” He uncaps the tube, pouring a little of its contents on his fingers.

Watching the viscous liquid run down Toh’s fingers slowly, Nuea swallows hard. “Uh, this… this might go places you probably don’t intend to go right now,” he warns.

Toh blinks at him, puzzled, then he notices Nuea slowly hardening. Toh’s eyes widen in surprise. “Really? Just from that?”

Nuea pulls him close, breath hot against Toh’s ear. “I think you still don’t realize how sexy you are,” he purrs.

Toh’s heart skips a beat, and his own member twitches in his boxers. But then he forces himself to come to his senses. Clearing his throat, he says firmly, “That? Later. Now? Medicine. Turn around and bend over.”

Grinning, Nuea whispers, “Sweet talker.” But he does as he’s told.

[frostcorpsclub]

New story as of 8/14/2024

Turning into a bat was something any vampire could do before they even left preschool age.

It was as though there was no difference between each physical form, whether it was her long black hair or the small fuzzy bristles of her bat body going back and forth in the wind. Yet being in Justin’s arms is what Mercy would choose every time. 

He was strong and broad and he never got tired, he would happily carry her around wherever he went for the rest of eternity. He clutched her to his chest like she was precious treasure, the rolling of his bottom snowball speeding them both across the forest floor much faster than she could ever fly. 

Or well…that’s what she told him. 

In this position she could rest her head into the crook between his head and chest and it wouldn’t seem like she was sniffing him. He could just ignore the twitching pink nose tickling under his chin.

There was an unspoken fear between them both about straying too far from home. Being a bat and a cloud of mist meant they could go anywhere in the world with each other yet here they were in the cold damp clearing once more. It was half way between each of their houses and surrounded by trees. 

Each being stark white they stuck out like sore thumbs but no one had come out to bother them just yet. 

Justin's sisters had pulled Mercy aside once or twice and told her how he treated other girls but she didn't particularly care.

It was very normal in vampire culture to have flings your whole immortal life, it was separate from finding the one undead creature of the night you wanted to call your husband or wife.

When they finally arrived he gently laid her down on the grass. A smile formed on Mercy’s heart shaped lips as the wet grass and dirt soaked in to the back of her dress. Something about this incredibly uncomfortable state stimulated the parts of her brain that understood she was a living corpse. Her mind wandered to the feeling of being buried. Enveloped in a pine box, upholstered with the finest cushioning. 

Most importantly, a matching one for her boyfriend buried mere inches away. 

As she laid there with her eyes closed Justin watched. She was such a delicate porcelain doll to him. Justin felt as though any moment he could startle her and she'd scamper off. Perfect and eternal yet bloated and fleeting. 

He leaned down and pressed the thin crevice that housed his fangs to Mercy's lips. 

He had kissed so many girls before but kissing Mercy made him want to collapse on top of her. She was a creature of dreams and restful sleep. The warmth emanating from her presence making him want to burrow under her skin. 

Just as Justin started to get a little frisky, snaking his tongue between her lips, Mercy pushed up on on his chest. With a burst of vampiric strength she lifted Justin off the ground and slammed him onto his back. 

If Justin had eyes they would be wide open, Mercy even shocked herself. 

"You didn't bring me any of the liver and blood sausage your mom made for dinner. You can…what's that thing you say, kick rocks?"

She bit her lip as she said this, barely able to appear capable of being sardonic through the whole sentence. 

Justin sort of just stared at her for a second, as he often did, she was breathtaking. Her face was breathtaking, not because she slammed him full force into the ground, either way it was payback. It was so incredibly amusing the way she continually tried but failed to have an edge. 

Mercy let out a deep content sigh. The wet grass beneath her began to feel warm as she wormed her way in to his arms. The winter sky was a deep royal blue mottled with stars that Mercy often dreamed she could touch. 

If she could fly high enough.

“This is why I love bringing you out here.”

Mercy’s ears wiggled as she turned to look at Justin, who was admiring her as she admired the sky. 

“You see how clear the sky is here? No fog, no light pollution. Just constellations!”

“Light pollution?” she inquired. 

“Well er-” 

Justin cleared his throat, realizing how nerdy he was about to come off. 

“-it’s just some thing Joy told me about you know. She’s always going on about all the way humans fuck shit up. You probably don’t know how it is. I know you don’t get out much. You don’t want to hear about it.” 

“Go on I-“ 

She didn’t have to tell him twice. He could be so rude. 

“They won’t stop making shit they don’t need and they shoot it right up into the sky. It confuses the fuck out of animals too. Most of this shit doesn’t need to be on Mercy.” 

She had to shift around on the grass as his arms swung vigorously with his words, seconds away from thwacking her forehead if he wasn’t careful. She didn’t quite understand why Justin felt so strongly about the subject but he had a way of making her care about it too. Now that she thought about it, all the bright lights made it frustrating to fly out and feed, some places were so bright it was difficult to tell when it was really night. 

“Why don’t they just stay the fuck home where they belong?!” He shot up, making intense eye contact down at her for a moment before feeling a lump grow in his throat. 

“Like I said, it’s stuff Joy talks to me about it.” 

The tension melted from Mercy’s shoulders. 

They never set out to have these conversations. She had lived much longer than he had but she found just as much learning in him. In the grand scheme of things they were both very young and had so much more to learn and discover. 

About each other and themselves. 

Did he truly believe that she would think less of him? 

What a strange concept. He was so smart, and these moments of compassion, of softness, it made her feel special. To be one of the privileged few who saw this side of him. 

The silence was so long he was starting to get worried he was losing her, but just on track she stroked his arm and urged him to lay back down.

“Someone who cares about things like that must have such a soft heart, but a tough one too.” 

“Oh yeah, Joy is a real softie.” He scoffed. 

“Or someone else.��� Mercy jabbed. 

Justin did not respond to her. 

"All these centuries I spent watching out of windows, every time something good would come along they would take it with them. So many things I wished I could touch. Do you ever feel that way?" 

Mercy had a level of experience with the environmental woes Justin pretended not to care about, though really it didn’t concern her much. She was happy to listen and would be a place for Justin to share his woes. 

But it was really about them. The humans. 

The nature of the Frost parents as former humans was something the couple didn’t really talk about, Mercy didn’t care. 

The here and now was what mattered. 

She wasn’t one to seek out power. Her ivory tower was only a prison because she could not choose what happened within it. There was no warmth and love. 

Humans with their pitchforks and crosses only drove her, and her people, further into the shadows. 

“Sure mice don’t want to be eaten by cats but there’s a reason the cat has claws and the mice live in the walls! If you’re clever you make do and if you’re not you’re cat food. It’s simple.” 

This statement was one that Justin agreed with but one that caught him off guard. It sounded like something his mother would say. 

He knew Mercy was different but it was comforting to know there were some ways in which she wasn’t. 

“You would know, you’re the nature expert, right?” 

Mercy grinned at him, the moonlight shining behind her head like a halo. 

Justin’s mind wandered for a moment. He imagined Mercy as Rapunzel, gazing out of her ivory tower, long raven hair growing and changing along with her sage gowns as the eras went by, just outside her window. 

He thought back to the things Mercy had told him about her home, the little he had seen himself. 

"I think we all feel that way sometimes. You know my dad’s been all around the world, so has my brother. I’d say I’ve been more places than most of my siblings-“

He said this bit with a frog in throat, hoping Mercy wouldn’t pry into his strumpet past. 

“-but you know, sometimes I imagine what it’s like in the places I can’t go. People notice the wind, they’re always blaming things on it.” 

Mercy grinned at his joke, hiding her mouth behind her hand. Gd, he wanted to kiss her. 

He understood that her feelings on the matter were a bit more concerned with existence. That he was as shallow as the puddles she turned him into.

Yet she gave him the same credence he gave her. 

“But, think about it like this! Your books, your tapestries, even the paintings your parents have of the old country. You don’t hate those, right?” 

"No I don't." 

Mercy even shocked herself with how quickly she answered the question. 

As he went on to speak it felt as though the rest of the world fell away. Her back was no longer wet, the wind against her skin was no longer cold and whistling through the trees. She heard only his voice in deathly silence. He could truly convince her of anything. 

She did miss the old country but her memories of it were mostly ones of fear. Time seemed to fly when the humans found ways to retaliate. Turning into a bat and flying away wouldn’t save a young vampire any more. A level playing field is oppression to the privileged. 

"Then you get what I mean, seeing places that are all perfect and shit. As far as you know. If you want you could weave a place that doesn’t exist, can’t take that from you can they?” 

Justin reached over and gently stroked her arm, he was concerned that him getting all riled up was giving her a bit of an existential crisis. 

“Just for the two of us?”

She asked, as though he could really make it so. If he could he would, in a heart beat. Neither considered anything about the context of the world they lived in, only the happiness of the other. 

Suddenly, Justin went from stroking to vigorously patting and pointing up into the sky. 

“Look, look!” He swept Mercy up in one arm and pulled her close to him. 

“What, what?” She smiled, straining against him. 

His claw started at one star then traced a long wiggly line to the next and the next until it reached the end, Mercy falling totally silent and still, unsure what she was meant to be seeing. 

Justin sucked his teeth. 

“That’s Eridanus! It’s a constellation babe, like I told you.” 

“Are you serious?”

Mercy bit her lip tightly, a sound similar to air being let from the lip of a balloon leaking out. She shrunk into the ground upon seeing Justin’s face, in brief, he looked pissed. 

“I just mean-” 

Her lips bursted open with a chortle as she waved her hands up in the air.

“-I know what a constellation is but that’s just made up! Half of those stars don’t even live in the same neighborhood, it’s ridiculous.” 

Justin only crossed his arms and shrugged. He had never really thought of it that way. This was one of his favorites because it was so big and majestic. But if Mercy thought it was stupid then he supposed that it was. She wouldn’t want to be with someone so childish as to get upset about that kind of thing, yet he struggled to get out of the shallow funk this placed him in. 

“Baby…” 

Mercy said, immediately being filled with guilt. 

“Could you look at me please?”

Justin did as she asked, raising his brows and feigning an aloof expression before rolling back onto his back. 

“Justin, come on. You know that them being all made up isn’t a bad thing right? Didn’t you just say-” 

Her explanation was cut short by a searing pain in her stomach, the familiar feeling of a gown being laced much too tight. She felt like a crushed water bottle, her stomach acid squeezing up and tickling her throat. 

“Mercy? Princess?” 

Justin noticed that she didn’t finish her sentence, something unheard of for her. He turned onto his side and turned her towards him. 

“I’m sorry I just, oh G-d I think I’m going to be sick.” 

Justin instinctually rubbed her stomach. If she was going to get sick then nothing else mattered, except maybe making sure she didn’t throw up on him. 

“How long have you been sick, why didn’t you say anything? Shit, I didn’t even know vampires could get sick.” 

“I’m sorry.” “Don’t apologize.” 

“It’s only been a few days, that’s why I thought it wasn’t worth mentioning. I’m nauseous all the time and when I tell my mother she just pushes me off. I feel like there’s nothing I can do but….wait.”

Justin looked around for a moment before letting out a deep sigh, he knew she was right. He went up to rub her shoulder but accidentally grazed her breast. 

She hissed in response to the sharp ache it caused. 

“Okay okay!” He laid one hand on his side and held the other in front of her face for her to see.

“There’s that too. I’m sore all over.” 

“I know I know, you’ve got the bat flu or some shit. I can’t get it, so here, look at me. I’m gonna slip my hand under your stomach like this. That’s comfortable right?” Mercy nodded with quivering lips. The times Justin took charge and made everything better were chilling. 

“I won’t get too close, you just stay there sweet thing. Now I uh, I’m sorry too. You were trying to say something before.” 

He reached out and cupped the side of her face, his thumb applied gentle pressure as it stroked her batlike ear. Mercy inhaled deeply, her eyes fluttering halfway shut. 

The symptoms would come and go in waves. Every time they came it would exhaust her. 

“I was saying that since they’re all, you know, made up. We could-” She let out a yawn that made Justin want to swaddle her up like a baby. 

“-we could come up with our own. Like you said I could do. Like humans do. There was one right next to the one you pointed out that looked like your big fat head.” 

“Bitch!” 

Justin teased, giving her the weakest push physically possible with his free hand. It was almost pitiful. The way her words wheezed out in to the air, hung there, and crumbled. 

The least he could do was give her the satisfaction of a reaction. 

“You know for a vampire, you’re not too great at this romance business, besides I like the ones that are already there. Like Gemini.”

“Oh here we go!” Mercy rolled her eyes.

“What now? I’m sorry, did you want to rename a constellation? Why don’t we name one after your ass, then we won’t have to worry about how far apart the stars are!” 

“I meant you bringing up astrology, again. I’m quite fond of it too but you sound like an old traveler sometimes.” 

Justin couldn’t help but beam at her, Mercy wasn’t really a clever sassy girl who was quick with the comebacks, but she loved doing anything he did. 

“Maybe we should leave you out here til the sun comes up, you’ll feel better.” 

“Only if I could cover up with your um…your pisces bedsheets!”

“Aquarius.” 

[petterwass]

Fear The Orca (fanfiction)

Eisenhardt sighed as he looked back over the small band of mercenaries that were snaking their way through the rocky defile towards the small, sleepy and most importantly, unsuspecting village of Flintholdt. While not in any way a soft-hearted perro, he did not care overly much for these kinds of missions.

But in the end, work was work, and if his band didn't take it someone else surely would. And anyway, the band leader, "Carver" Ristjaan wasn't a man to care for hearing dissenting opinions and Eisenhardt was in no mood to be the next fool Carver left flayed and nailed to a tree somewhere for speaking his mind.

All in all, he mused, it would have been better for everyone if the villagers had accepted Rushcorp LLC's "generous" offer to move off the mineral deposits they were squatting on, save his men the exertion. But they hadn't. And so they would die. And he and the rest of the band would get paid.

Suddenly a flash of bright red at the mouth of the defile startled him back to the present: there was a woman standing there who he would have sworn was not there a second ago. Tall and broad of shoulder, clad in dark blue and white, heeled boots and a large, wide-brimmed hat of curious design adding even more to her height and... for some reason clutching a large, bright red plushie of some marine mammal?

Her large eyes seemed empty and almost unfocused, glinting reddish in the waning sunlight and a shock of incredibly white, almost silvery hair flowed down her back.

Clearly some sort of old wandering madwoman, judging be her outfit and white hair. No matter, she would be killed to stop her from raising an alarm.

A shame really, as she was quite beautiful, but they had a schedule to keep, and no time to entertain themselves with her body before killing her.

While he was pondering this, Carver Ristjaan had made his way to the top of the column, apparently intent on claiming this kill for his own. He was more than welcome to, besides Eisenhardt thought that there was something slightly unnerving about this fey white-haired woman and her strange toy.

MOVE, WOMAN. He heard Ristjaan thunder from within that helmet of his, voice grating, like he rinsed his mouth with gravel every morning.

The strange woman just mutely shook her her, almost imperceptibly. Foolishly standing her ground against the mountain of a man.

I WON'T ASK AGAIN!

The woman once again shook her head and spoke.

No. Her voice was soft but held no hint of fear.

SO BE IT THEN!

Ristjaan advanced on the woman, heavy armour plates creaking with the motion and raising his crab-carver, from which he toko his monike, clearly intending to split the insane woman in twain with a single blow.

Eisenhardt breathed out in relief; at least Ristjaan was intending to make this quick, clearly feeling the time pressure. Good, he had no stomach for listening to the screaming of another of Ristjaan's victims for hours. Made it hard to sleep afterward.

As the great axe descended on her, the woman suddenly moved.

Those large red eyes focused and every mercenary in the defile stopped in their tracks, feeling for all in the world like a small minnow that had come to the attention of something large. Something predatory. With lots of large teeth. It was... almost atavistic in a way. Something in that suddenly focused stare that went past his eyes and deep into his most primal reptile brain and grabbed it in a chokehold.

The woman moved like nothing he had ever seen before, flowing easily past Carver's overhead swing inside his guard. One hand snapped out, almost languidly, deceptively soft as her knuckles made contact with the thick haft of Ristjaan's axe and snapping it cleanly in two with a crack.

Then she pivoted and swung, both hand sending the red plushie upwards in a perfect, vicious upswing.

It impacted on Ristjaan's armoured chest with a CRACK! of breaking ribs and the screeching of buckling metal. The large man went flying sideways into the rocky side of the defile, impacting hard enough to crack both his spine and the rock wall before rebouding into the opposite wall, buckling his helmet and Eisenhardt imagined with a wince, probably breaking his skull, before landing with a heavy THUD! again at the white-haired woman's feet. And was still.

Her eyes found Eisenhardt's, having clearly figured out that he was second in command and held him in a fearful iron grip as he began to shake, praying to any gods he could remember that she would stay where she was and not come hunting for him. Because he knew, that if she did, none of his band would leave this defile alive.

He thought that after so many years and so much blood spilled that he did not fear death. But this, being stared at by this...predator, was something completely different.

She didn't. Instead she absentmindedly started to try and clean the blood off her plushie with a small handkerchief, eyes suddenly liquid and empty again.

As she turned, and he saw her silhouette against the sky, something clicked for him, old warnings half-remembered from older mercenaries, warning about monster wearing a broad hat and with inhuman power.

As the mecenaries milled around in confusion, no one being at all eager to walk up to the fearsome woman to either take her on or retrieve Carver's corpse, he turned to his companions.

Sound the retreat. I know who she is, and we ain't getting through here. That there is Skadi, the bounty hunter. Some of you might have heard of her.

They call her the Walking Catastrophe because if you get between her and what she's after you have as much chance as a naked man in the wastelands facing down a Catastrophe; you either get out of the way or you die!

He turned to one of his companions that was carrying a Originium Radio.

Inform Rushcorp that the mission was a bust and return their money. Tell them that Ristjaan was killed by a force of nature and the defile was blocked. Making completeing the mission impossible. And then block any further jobs from them. If the Walking Catastrophe is involved with this village, I want to be nowhere within a hundred miles of the damn place!

The Hunter watched as the mercenaries turned and left, satisfied with having resolved the mission with a minimum of deaths.

[dreamdealers]

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[glampingfingerlakes]

Why Glamping is the Perfect Getaway for Adventure and Comfort

In recent years, glamping has emerged as a top trend among travelers seeking the perfect blend of adventure and luxury. Combining the thrill of camping in the great outdoors with the comfort of upscale accommodations, glamping offers an unparalleled experience that appeals to a wide range of adventurers. Whether you're a seasoned camper looking to elevate your outdoor experience or a newcomer to the wilderness, glamping provides a unique opportunity to enjoy the best of both worlds.

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In conclusion, glamping is the perfect getaway for those who seek both adventure and comfort. Whether you're looking to explore the great outdoors, reconnect with nature, or simply enjoy a unique travel experience, glamping offers something for everyone. With its growing popularity and the continuous innovation within the industry, glamping is more than just a trend—it's a new way to experience the world.

[enjomo-arch]

It  was  the  last  thing  he  wanted  to  do  now,  but  he  had  to  hurry.  He  was  fortunate  enough  to  have  a  little  bit  extra  time,  and  he  believed  that  patience  was  one  of  the  traits  that  a  good  swordsman  should  possess  but  the  dessert  and  the  crew  sleeping  in  the  campsite  settled  just  behind  the  rocky  paradise  they  used  to  hide  made  everything  more  difficult.  To  cherish  a  moment  so  forbidden,  odd  given  typical  times.  But,  none  of  the  circumstances  let  him  to  view  it  from  a  different  perspective.  

The  chilly  night  in  the  desert  that  pricked  along  the  skin  he  had  exposed  and  the  rocks  that  were  painful  and  rough  against  his  back.  It  didn't  seem  to  make  much  of  a  difference  to  him  what  temperature  it  was,  but  he  could  easily  see  small  bumps  forming  along  the  swordsman's  exposed  skin  the  more  of  it  Ace  showed.  Wide  palms  ran  up  the  length  of  broad  shoulders,  feeling  every  little  twitch  of  the  muscles  under  scarred  skin.  He  brushed  off  the  clothing,  letting  it  fall  onto  the  sandy  sea  floor  beneath  them  with  a  quiet  sound  as  he  did  so.  Irises  of  a  brownish  hue  taking  in  the  scenery  of  the  body.

Zoro  has  forged  his  frame  in  endless  training  to  reach  the  heights  of  endurance,  and  Ace  recognizes  this  as  a  work  of  art,  so  he  doesn't  think  the  cold  is  the  only  reason  to  hurry.  With  his  long  fingers,  he  traced  lines  along  the  exposed  collarbones,  feeling  the  gentle  pulsing  against  the  tips  and  creating  a  mental  map  of  the  exact  locations  that  would  cause  the  muscles  to  tense  and  twitch  with  pleasure.  

His  attention  was  drawn  back  to  the  swordsman's  face,  where  a  sly  grin  had  formed  on  his  lips.  ❝  Obviously  if  you  don't  wanna  get  sand  stuck  in  yer'  asscrack.  ❞  Astonished  and  amused,  Ace  rolled  his  eyes.  It  was  difficult  for  him  to  break  away  from  his  standard  approach  even  now.  When  the  fire  fist  leaned  in  closer,  his  lips  were  brushing  against  an  ear  adorned  with  gold  earrings,  and  he  smiled  mischievously.  His  chest  was  pressed  up  against  the  other's.

❝  I  will  be  movin'  out  in  the  mornin'.  Gimme  a  moment  to  remember  this.  Who  knows  when  we'll  cross  paths  again ;;  it  could  be  a  while,  perhaps  not  until  you  bring  my  younger  brother  to  the  top.  ❞  A  sweltering  breath  that  was  in  perfect  harmony  with  the  escalating  temperature  of  the  flaming  body.  An  alleviation  for  the  chilly  evening.  Legs  of  exceptional  strength  were  wrapped  firmly  around  the  hips  of  the  swordsman.  

The  heels  were  pushing  him  closer  for  Ace  to  grind  himself  with  steady  movements,  he  was  compelled  to  let  out  a  short  gasp  despite  his  chapped  lips.  The  exhilaration  that  washed  across  the  body  of  the  fire  fist  caused  the  tips  of  the  raven  hair  to  start  burning  just  as  intensely  as  the  pit  of  his  stomach.  An  eye  cracked  open  when  Ace  looked  down  at  his  hat  resting  next  to  them  on  one  of  the  rocks.

He  reached  out  with  his  hand  and  positioned  it  precisely  on  top  of  Zoro's  head.  As  he  snatched  one  of  the  earrings  with  his  teeth,  he  let  out  a  low  and  muffled  giggle  that  reverberated  in  his  throat.  Gold  that  is  rubbing  up  against  one  another.  ❝  Cowboy,  give  me  a  smooth  ride  ❞  he  said.  A  coy  and  breathy  speech  came  from  him  as  his  hands  rested  on  the  swordsman's  back  and  he  dug  his  clawed  nails  into  the  skin.

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Get More Sleep with the Best Double Beds for Couples

Double beds are becoming increasingly popular among couples seeking a good night's sleep. With the best double bed, you can both be comfortable with plenty of room to turn over or stretch out comfortably. Not only will this help ensure that everyone gets enough rest each night, but they also look great in any bedroom decor. 

Additionally, you have the added benefit of having extra storage space underneath them which is always useful! Double beds are perfect for ensuring that a couple enjoys cozy nights without feeling like one person has their mattress.

Understanding the Benefits of Double Beds for Couples

Double beds are becoming more popular among couples seeking greater room and convenience. But, before you go buying, it's crucial to grasp the advantages of these beds. Here are some of the most compelling reasons to invest in a double bed for your home:

Space and comfort:

Double beds have enough space for two people to sleep comfortably and near together, making them perfect for couples.

Design and style:

Double beds are available in a variety of forms and designs to complement any décor or personal preference.

Comfortable Size:

Double beds are an ideal size for most rooms because they are bigger than twin beds and smaller than king-sized beds.

Cost-efficient Alternative:

For couples on a budget, double beds are an excellent alternative to king-sized mattresses because of their lower price.

Customization:

To complement the style of a space, double beds may be modified with bed frames, headboards, and footboards.

Enhanced Sleep Quality:

Couples sleep more peacefully when there is enough room for them to roam about without waking each other up.

Superior Relationship:

The quality of a couple's relationship can be enhanced and an intimate environment can be created by sleeping on a spacious, comfortable bed.

Versatility: 

Double beds may be utilized in a range of locations, including guest rooms, master bedrooms, and flats.

Easy to Maintain: 

Double beds are simple to clean and keep in good condition, making them a wonderful alternative for couples looking for a low-maintenance solution.

Long-lasting Durability: 

Couples who want a bed that will endure for many years should invest in a high-quality double bed because they are made to last.

Different Types of Double Beds

Double beds come in many styles, so you may select one that suits both your needs and your budget. Others are just two separate mattresses that are joined together; some come with a frame. Some feature places to store pillows and linens, while others don't.

The way these beds are made to operate together is the fundamental distinction between them. A bed with wheels and the ability to be moved from room to room is what you want if you want a bed that is simple to transport. Look for a bed with casters if you want to use it in various rooms to prevent damage from furniture and other items.

Some of the top choices available are listed below, including:

Common Double Bed:

The most typical kind of double bed is a regular double bed. It has adequate room for one or two persons, 54 inches wide and 74 inches long.

Double Queen-size Bed:

The dimensions of a queen size double bed are 60 inches broad by 80 inches long, making it wider than a regular double bed. It is perfect for couples that desire additional space in the bed.

A double king bed

The biggest kind of double bed is a king-size model, which is 76 inches wide and 80 inches long. This bed is perfect for larger bedrooms since it offers enough area for two people.

Double Bed with Storage:

A storage double bed is an advantageous option for individuals who want additional room for their possessions because it is equipped with storage compartments.

Loft Double Bed: 

A loft double bed is a type of elevated bed that allows for more space underneath for storage or other purposes.

Ottoman Double Bed: 

An ottoman double bed features a lifting mechanism that opens up to reveal additional storage space inside the bed.

Platform Double Bed: 

A platform double bed is a low-level bed that is supported by a flat platform. It provides a minimalist look and is ideal for those who prefer a contemporary design.

Four-Poster Double Bed: 

A four-poster double bed features four tall posts supporting a canopy or drapes, giving it a classic and elegant look.

Upholstered Double Bed: 

An upholstered double bed is covered with soft and plush material, making it comfortable and stylish.

Bunk Double Bed: 

A bunk double bed is designed to accommodate two people in a space-saving manner. It is ideal for smaller bedrooms or shared spaces.

Tips to Get More Sleep with a Double Bed

One of the best ways to sleep more is with a double bed. It lessens tossing and turning so that both spouses may find peaceful postures during the night.

Having two separate mattresses can also help accommodate different types of sleeping habits; for example, one partner may be naturally warmer than the other or need firmer support than the other needs to experience maximum comfort. With a split mattress design, each side can cater specifically to individual preferences while still providing space within the same sleeping area-something individuals cannot have with any traditional single-size beds!

Here are some following tips to get more sleep with a double bed, includes;

Choose the right mattress: A good mattress can make all the difference in getting a comfortable night's sleep. Make sure the mattress is supportive and comfortable for both partners.

Create a sleep-friendly environment: 

Keep the room dark, quiet, and cool to promote restful sleep. Invest in good-quality bed linens and pillows for added comfort.

Create a bedtime schedule:

Your body's internal clock may be regulated by going to bed and getting up at the same time each day, which can help you fall asleep and remain asleep more easily.

Utilize relaxing methods:

Yoga, meditation, and deep breathing can all aid in calming the mind and getting the body ready for sleep.

Avoid consuming coffee, alcohol, and heavy meals just before bed:

These can disrupt sleep and make it more difficult to get to sleep and remain asleep.

Considering distinct coverings:

Consider using different blankets if one spouse is constantly hot and the other is always chilly so that each person may regulate their degree of comfort.

Purchase a white noise generator:

The presence of background noise can assist create a distraction-free atmosphere and encourage restful sleep.

Soften the lighting:

A bedroom lamp or other soft lighting can assist to create a relaxing ambiance and facilitate falling asleep.

Communication is essential:

Find a solution that works for both of you if one spouse is keeping the other awake.

Advice on Choosing the Best Double Bed

Couples should use double beds since they offer adequate room for both partners to feel comfortable. Couples who want to share a bed will find these beds to be more spacious than single beds. There is no need to worry about one person feeling confined because they are made to fit two individuals.

You may pick the double bed that best suits your needs from a choice of designs, materials, and sizes. There are several things to think about, such as

Consider the bed's and the room's parameters:

Measure the area before selecting a double bed to ensure that it will fit comfortably and allow room for additional furnishings.

Consider the design of the bed:

There are many different types of double beds, including conventional, modern, and contemporary. Pick a look that goes well with your room's decor.

To find high-quality materials:

Ensure that the bed is constructed from long-lasting, high-quality materials. Find beds that are constructed of solid wood, metal or a mix of the two.

Comfort is essential:

A decent double bed should be supportive and comfortable. Buy beds with mattresses that are cozy and have strong frameworks that won't droop over time.

Look at the storage choices:

Make sure the bed has adequate room to keep your bedding and other belongings if you're searching for a bed with storage. Think about a bed with storage below or built-in drawers.

Consider the bed's height:

Choose a bed that is easy for you to climb into and out of and is at a comfortable height.

Read evaluations:

Read customer reviews before deciding to get a sense of the comfort and quality of the bed you are thinking about buying.

Consider your budget:

Prices for double beds can range from very reasonable to quite costly. Look for a bed that delivers good value for money while keeping in mind your budget.

Verify the warranty:

Make sure the bed has a guarantee so you can rest easy in the event of any flaws or problems.

Don't skimp on safety; 

Check that the bed complies with regulations and is built well to avoid mishaps.

Wrapping up 

In conclusion, with all of the great features that a double bed offers for couples, it is worth making sure you are getting enough sleep from having one. A higher quality mattress and two sets of pillows will help to make your sleeping arrangement more comfortable while also providing flexibility in terms of accommodating others should they join you in bed. With good-quality sheets and duvets to choose from, investing in a double bed can be a wise decision if comfortability during important restful moments is what matters most!

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Casagear's Queen Comforter Duvet Inserts for Your Bedroom Decor

Your bedroom is your sanctuary. It's where you go to cuddle up to relax and unwind after a long day.

With that said, a comfortable and cozy bed is essential to achieve a peaceful sleep every night-- so investing in a high-quality queen comforter duvet insert is a must.

Not only does it provide the right amount of warmth, but it also adds a special aesthetic appeal to your bedroom.

If you're in the market for a new duvet insert, look no further than Casagear's latest collection.

Our online store has a broad selection of comfortable and stylish queen comforter duvet inserts perfect for your bedroom ensemble.

Here are the top features you can enjoy when you shop our newest collection:

Soft Material – Our duvet inserts feel absolutely luxurious and soft to the touch. You'll feel the difference in quality as soon as you snuggle up under it. If you're looking for an excellent long-term investment for your bedroom, this is the perfect start.

All-Season Comfort – Our all-season duvet inserts have great temperature-regulating materials that are perfect for any type of season. We also have options that are thicker for colder months and made of lighter material for the warmer time of the year.

Easy Care – We offer some duvet inserts that are machine washable, making cleaning and maintenance a breeze. You don't have to worry about having it dry-cleaned or buying a special cleaner for maintenance.

Stylish Design – Our collection has various designs that cater to different styles and decor themes. You can choose the right duvet insert design that complements your bedroom theme. We've got everything from floral and abstract prints to classic and modern and beyond!

Affordable Prices – Our store is always competitively priced, and we never compromise on quality! That way, you will be sure to enjoy a comfortable, luxurious feel at an affordable price point.

Versatile – They aren't just for your queen-sized bed; they are versatile enough to be used in other ways. Need an extra layer of warmth on a chilly evening on your couch? Transforming your child's dorm room? These products are the perfect solution.

Our brand-new collection linked conveniently within this post features a wide array of options that are perfect for those looking to create a comfortable and stylish bedroom setup.

With soft material, all-season comfort, easy care, and maintenance, a variety of stylish designs, and affordability, our queen comforter duvet insert collection is a must-see if you’re shopping for bedroom necessities. Click the link to find yours today!