#its in my teeth man its aching inside of my teeth that is not cool

[intern-gershwin-palmer]

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[rafayelxsylusho]

Giving the LADS men head part 3 🍭🍭🍭

Sylusxreader

TW: SMUT

Sylus 🐦‍⬛

Sylus's fingers tremble slightly as they find the hem of your shirt, a telltale sign of his barely restrained desire. He slips beneath the fabric, hands splaying across the small of your back before sliding upwards, mapping the curve of your spine. His touch leaves a trail of goosebumps in its wake, your skin pebbling under his reverent caress.

"So soft". So perfect. He marvels at the supple give of your flesh, committing every dip and swell to memory. His hands are greedy, almost worshipful as they learn the contours of your body anew. As if he's a blind man finally gifted sight, drinking in the vision of you.

"Lift your arms for me, kitten," he murmurs, the low rumble of his voice vibrating through you. It's a command cloaked in velvet, impossible to disobey. You comply without hesitation, raising your arms above your head. The action causes your shirt to ride up further, exposing the lacy band of your bra.

Sylus's gaze darkens, eyes flashing crimson in the low light of the bedroom. He drinks in the sight, lips curling into a smirk. "Beautiful," he breathes, before slowly, teasingly, drawing your shirt up and over your head.

He tosses it carelessly to the side. Sylus takes a moment to simply look at you, eyes roaming over every inch of exposed skin. His stare is almost tangible, a physical caress that leaves you flushed and aching.

"Even more stunning than I remembered," he whispers, before leaning down to press a open-mouthed kiss to the swell of your breast. His lips linger, hot and hungry, before he pulls back with a soft nip to your nipple through the thin lace of your bra.

"Let's get rid of this, shall we?" Sylus reaches behind you, deft fingers finding the clasp of your bra with ease. He unhooks it with a single, smooth motion, baring you fully to his heated gaze.

Mine, his eyes seem to say, drinking in the sight of you laid out before him like a feast. Mine. My everything.

Large hands skim up your ribcage, cupping the weight of your breasts. Sylus's thumbs brush over the sensitive peaks, rolling and teasing until he leans down, replacing his fingers with his mouth. He draws one straining nipple past his lips, suckling greedily as his hand kneads the soft globe of your breast. His tongue swirls and flicks, laving the sensitive bud until it pebbles almost painfully beneath his ministrations.

"I could spend hours worshipping these perfect tits," he murmurs, blowing cool air over your damp skin before capturing your other nipple between his teeth. He bites down just shy of pain, soothing the sting with his tongue before suckling greedily once more.

His hand treks lower, popping the button of your jeans with ease and tugging down the zipper. Sylus slips inside, fingers skimming over the front of your panties. He groans when he finds the fabric already damp with your arousal.

"Fuck. You're dripping," he growls, rubbing his fingers along your clothed slit. "All this for me? Such a needy little thing, aren't you?"

Sylus hooks his fingers into the waistband of your jeans and panties, starting to tug them down your legs. "Lift your hips for me, sweetie. Let me see all of you." You lift your hips, allowing him to drag the fabric over your curves, baring you completely to his hungry gaze.

His crimson eyes darken with lust as he takes in the sight of you, laid out naked and wanting before him. He drinks in every inch of your exposed skin, committing it to memory. His to claim. His to worship.

Rising from the bed, Sylus makes quick work of his own clothing, practically tearing off his shirt in his haste to be rid of it. Your gaze rakes over his chest, taking in the sculpted muscles and lean lines of his torso. A light dusting of hair trails down from his chest, disappearing beneath the waistband of his pants.

His hands go to his belt next, unbuckling it with deft motions. The leather slides from the loops of his pants before he drops it to the floor with a heavy thud. Next, he unzips his fly, pushing his pants and boxers down powerful legs in one smooth motion.

Sylus kicks them off to the side, leaving him fully nude before you. Your eyes widen as you take in the impressive length of his cock, already hard and straining towards his stomach.

A bead of moisture glistens at the tip, and your mouth waters at the sight. Sylus notices your stare, his lips curling into a sinful smirk. He takes a step closer to the bed, looming over you with a predatory grace that sets your heart racing.

"See something you like, kitten?" he purrs, one hand coming down to wrap around his impressive length. He strokes himself slowly, base to tip, before smearing the bead of precum around the swollen head. "It's all yours, sweetie. Every hard, aching inch."

As he stands before you, his impressive erection now mere inches from your face as you sit on the edge of the bed. He smirks down at you, eyes glinting with wicked intent as he takes in your flushed cheeks and parted lips.

Gods, he smells divine, you think, your mouth watering at the intoxicating aroma. Masculine. Potent. Irresistible.

His hand brushes a lock of hair back from your face almost tenderly. His fingers linger, tracing the delicate line of your jaw before tilting your chin up to force your gaze to meet his.

"Go on, kitten," he coaxes, his voice a low, seductive rumble that vibrates through you. "Get a good look. I want you to see what you do to me, how fucking crazy you make me."

He steps even closer, until the swollen head of his cock brushes against your parted lips. The contact makes you gasp, and Sylus groans at the sensation, his eyes fluttering shut for a moment before opening again to pin you with a heated stare.

"Fuck, your mouth...it's perfect," he rasps, rubbing the leaking tip of his cock over the soft swell of your bottom lip. "I bet it would feel even better wrapped around me."

Sylus inhales sharply as he feels the tentative brush of your tongue against the sensitive slit of his cock, a shudder wracking through his powerful frame. His fingers tighten in your hair, gripping the locks almost painfully as he fights the urge to thrust forward and bury himself in the wet heat of your mouth.

But before he can act on that base instinct, you're moving, rising gracefully from the bed. Sylus watches you through hooded eyes, desire burning in their crimson depths as you bend down to retrieve his discarded silk tie.

He stands still, allowing you to circle behind him. The cool silk of the tie brushes against his skin as you wrap it around his wrists. Sylus's breath hitches as he feels your bare breasts press against his back, your hardened nipples dragging deliciously over his back.

You take your time tying the tie around his wrists, double knotting it securely. Sylus flexes his hands once the silk binds them, testing the strength of your knot. Satisfied, he settles, allowing you to restrain him as you wish.

"Like tying up a present, kitten?" he asks, a note of amusement threading through his words. Sylus turns his head to look at you over his shoulder, his gaze ripe with sinful promise. One eyebrow arches, daring you to keep teasing him, to keep pushing him to the brink of his control.

He watches, transfixed, as your pink tongue licks over his heavy balls once you sit on the edge of the bed again, tracing the ridged skin before gliding up the thick vein on the underside of his cock. Sylus's abdomen clenches, muscles jumping beneath his skin as you map every throbbing inch of him with lips and tongue.

"Fuck, kitten..." he grits out from between clenched teeth, pleasure sparking down his spine like lightning. "That feels...unf...incredible."

His cock pulses and flexes under your ministrations, the thick shaft swelling even larger as you work your way up to the bulbous head. Sylus's eyes drift shut, head falling back as you flick your tongue against the sensitive crown, teasing the weeping slit and smearing his precum across your lips.

Sylus's hips buck as you take the head into your mouth, just the tip disappearing past your soft lips as you suck gently. The sensation is electric, pleasure cresting through him in intense waves. His hands clench into fists, silk creaking under the strain as he fights the urge to grab your hair and fuck your face.

But he resists, allowing you to set the pace, to tease and taste him as you wish. His chest heaves with each labored breath, muscles rippling beneath the sheen of sweat that dampens his skin. The sight of you, naked and wanton, your lips wrapped around his cock, is almost too much to bear.

"More," Sylus demands, his voice strained with barely restrained lust. "Take more of me, kitten. Show me how badly you want it."

Sylus feels the warm, wet sensation of your saliva dripping down his shaft as you spit on his cock, coating the thick length with your saliva. The lewd sound of it, the obscene squelch as you spread the slickness over every pulsing inch, makes his balls tighten and his erection throb with need.

"Fuck, just like that," he growls, his voice rough and ragged with desire. "Get my cock nice and wet, kitten. Make it slick and ready for you".

Sylus's breath leaves him in a low, groan as you kneel on the bed and pull him closer, his cock now nestled snugly between the soft, pillowy mounds of your breasts. The sensation of your bare skin against the sensitive flesh of his shaft is exquisite, the silky smoothness a perfect contrast to the hard, throbbing heat of his erection.

He watches, enraptured, as you slowly envelop his thick cock between your breasts, the swollen head peeking out from the top of your cleavage as you squeeze them together around his length. Sylus's hips flex forward instinctively, seeking more of that incredible friction, more of the delicious pressure of your soft tits wrapped around him.

"Fuck, your tits..." Sylus pants, his hips rocking subtly as he savors the exquisite sensation. "They feel fucking incredible wrapped around me like this. Like they were made for my cock."

He watches, transfixed, as you start to move, slowly pumping your breasts up and down his length. The slick glide of your saliva-coated skin against his aching flesh is pure ecstasy, stoking the fires of his lust to new heights. Sylus's hands clench and unclench as he fights the urge to grab your tits, to squeeze and knead the plush globes as you work his cock.

Sylus's breath comes faster, his chest heaving as pleasure mounts with each slow, sensual glide of your breasts along his shaft. The sight of your tits wrapped around him, your lips parted and flushed, your eyes dark with desire - it's utterly erotic, beyond anything he's ever experienced.

"Don't stop," he demands, his hips starting to piston faster, fucking his cock through the tight channel your breasts create. "I want to fuck your tits until I paint them with my cum"

Just as his balls draw up tight to his body and his climax is teetering on the brink of explosion, you suddenly stop. Your breasts pause their sensual glide along his shaft, trapping his cock in the silky prison of your cleavage.

Sylus lets out a strangled noise, somewhere between a groan and a snarl, as the sudden deprivation of sensation sends a jolt of frustrated, aching need surging through him. His hips jerk forward, trying instinctively to chase his rapidly receding orgasm, but your breasts remain still, denying him the release he so desperately craves.

"Wh-what are you...fuck, y/n.." Sylus grits out, his voice strained and ragged with barely restrained lust. He tugs at the tie binding his wrists, silk biting into his skin as he struggles against the makeshift bindings. "Why did you...ungh...stop?"

"No," you murmur softly, looking up at Sylus through hooded eyes. "Not yet. Tonight, I'm in control."

His chest heaves with each labored breath, sweat dripping down his furrowed brow as he glares down at you with a mix of exasperation and unbridled desire

"Since you're so eager to torture me, sweetie," he purrs, his voice a low, sinful rumble, "I think it's only fair that you put that clever tongue of yours to good use again. Don't you?"

He arches one eyebrow, the silent challenge hanging heavily in the air between you. Sylus's gaze drops pointedly to your mouth, then trails back up to meet your eyes, the heat in his stare burning like a brand.

You start to place open-mouthed kisses along the thick vein on the underside of his cock. Your lips are soft and plush, leaving a trail of slick, glistening kisses in their wake. Each press of your mouth against his sensitive flesh sends sparks of pleasure shooting up his spine, stoking the fires of his lust to new heights.

His breathing grows heavier, chest rising and falling rapidly as you reach the swollen head of his erection. You linger there, pressing a teasing kiss to the tip before dragging your tongue along the ridge, tracing the shape of him with deliberate slowness.

Sylus lets out a sharp hiss of pleasure as your lips wrap around the head of his cock, your warm, wet mouth engulfing him in silken heat. He watches, enraptured, as you start to suck, your cheeks hollowing slightly with the motion. Your tongue swirls around the sensitive crown, tracing the ridge and flicking against the weeping slit, coaxing out bead after bead of precum that you lap up greedily.

Sylus lets out a groan, his body tensing as he feels your mouth suddenly leave his aching cock. Before he can protest, your tongue starts a slow, teasing trail up the underside of his shaft, tracing the thick vein that runs along it.

"You're playing a dangerous game, sweetie," he warns, his voice a low, sinful purr. "Teasing me like this, bringing me to the brink and then leaving me hanging...you're going to pay for that, you know."

Sylus inhales sharply, a shudder wracking his powerful frame as he feels your tongue flatten against his shaft, the textured surface dragging deliciously along the sensitive flesh. His fingers curl into the silk bindings.

"Beg sylus, be a good boy and beg" you say, looking up at him while you lick around the tip of his cock.

"Please, kitten..." he grits out, his voice a low, agonized rumble. "Please, I need...I need you to put an end to this torture. I'm so fucking close, I can't...I can't take anymore teasing."

He stares down at you, his crimson eyes blazing with a fevered intensity, the pupils blown wide with arousal. There's a sheen of sweat on his brow, his chest heaving with each labored breath as he struggles to maintain some semblance of control.

" Such a good boy, begging for release" Sylus's eyes widen in surprise at your words, a flicker of something almost like vulnerability passing over his handsome face, but it's gone as quickly as it came, replaced by a guttural, animalistic roar as your lips suddenly engulf him fully, taking his throbbing cock all the way down your throat in one swift motion. "FUCK! Oh fuck, kitten, yes!"

He is deep, his heavy balls resting against your chin, as you swallow around him. The sensation of your throat muscles fluttering and massaging his sensitive flesh is pure ecstasy, pushing him right to the brink of climax.

"Your mouth...your throat feels incredible," Sylus pants, his voice raw and strained with lust. He starts to rock his hips, fucking your face with deep, powerful thrusts. "Take it all, sweetheart. Take every fucking inch of my cock"

His eyes glaze over with pleasure, crimson irises burning into yours as he loses himself in the bliss of your wet, welcoming heat. "Gonna...fuck, kitten, I'm gonna cum," Sylus grits out, his teeth bared in a feral grimace.

Sylus lets out a roar of pure, primal ecstasy as he feels your throat vibrate around his cock, your moan pushing him over the precipice. His hips surge forward, burying his throbbing shaft to the hilt as the first scalding spurts of his release erupt from the swollen head.

But to his shock and dismay, you suddenly pull back, your lips releasing him with a obscene pop. Before he can protest, you wrap your fingers around his pulsing cock, stroking him firmly as you aim his twitching erection at your heaving breasts.

"Kitten, what are you...FUCK!" Sylus's words dissolve into a guttural groan as thick ropes of pearly white cum paint your tanned skin, your fingers milking every last drop from his spurting cock.

His hips jerk and shudder, his muscular body wracked with the force of his intense climax.

He watches, dazed and panting, as his essence coats your breasts, dripping down the soft swells to pool in your cleavage. The sight of your beautiful flesh marked by his release sends a dark thrill through him.

"Such a naughty girl," Sylus rasps, his chest heaving as he struggles to catch his breath. "Teasing me like that, making me lose control...you like playing dangerous games, sweetheart."

Sylus watches, intensely focused, as you swipe a finger through the cooling splatters of his release painting your breasts. He smirks as you bring the digit to your mouth, your small pink tongue darting out to taste his essence.

"Like how it tastes, kitten?" he purrs, his voice a low, satisfied rumble. "Sweet and salty, with a hint of sin. Just like you."

Your eyes flicker down to his wrists, noting the absence of the silk tie that once bound them. You raise a brow, wondering how he managed to slip free of the restraints.

Sylus's eyes flash with dark promise and he grips the back of your neck, his fingers threading into your silky hair as he pulls you closer until barely a breath separates your lips.

"You want to play dirty?" he murmurs, his voice a low, sinful purr. "You think you can play as dirty as I can, kitten? You have no idea what you're getting yourself into, sweetheart."

 "But by all means, let's see what you've got. Let's dance this dance of yours and find out just how filthy you can be."

[slrprki]

SK8TR B0Y

skater keeho x male reader

tags/cw: flirting ofc, suggestive undertone, keeho’s kind of desperate, m/n usage, he/him pronouns, i guess a plot twist??

authors note: this is for sure gonna be a series. i’m doing this with all of the idols i write!! cause i just need skater idols flirting with m/n. THATS IT THATS ALL! enjoy pookies.

the night sky shined its glory while the soft autumn wind blew along a slight cool breeze. m/n zipped up his jacket, tucking his hands into his pockets. he promised his friend that he’d finally take up his offer and go to the skate park with him.

the male walked on the sidewalk, his boots crunching on fallen leaves within each step. where could this park even be? they had many of them around town. it wasn’t helping that his friend wasn’t responding to his texts either. every question sent still shown up as delivered. m/n let out an content sigh as he came up towards another park. his legs practically ached from the journey he’s made on foot.

the park wasn’t as packed as he thought it would be. maybe this is one of the less popular ones. he made his way inside, observing the people around him. no sign of him. oh well, he suppose he could sit down and take a small break. just as he turned around to find somewhere to sit, he heard a noise. someone whistled.. was that towards him? “is it my birthday or what? didn’t think I’d be getting free eye candy tonight.” a voice spoke up, walking towards m/n. he whipped his head around, giving the male a confused stare. “excuse me?” he said, turning his body to the male completely, taking more a defensive stance.

“relax, baby. just couldn’t help but notice a thing like you.” the blue haired man said, shamelessly looking the other up and down. “what’s someone like you doing out here, cutie?” he questioned, licking his teeth and keeping his deep gaze on m/n. “i’m just looking for a friend.. did you need something?” “is your number too much to ask for?” he asked with a wink. m/n’s eyes widened. the man in front of him was attractive and quite tempting. he’s been told many times that he shouldn’t trust skater boys. they’re all known for being hoes, but the way this man looked into his eyes.. no. he can’t just give some dude his number like that. he has to earn it.

“i don’t just do flings. if you really want to get with me, you got to prove yourself.” this only made the male in front of him smirk. “oh so you’re a feisty one, huh? i can easily break down those walls.” he moved closer, starting to observe the others facial features. “i don’t even know your name.” m/n crossed his arms, standing back. “keeho. yoon keeho. you’ll learn it easily. soon enough, you’ll be screaming it.”

the males face flushed. who just says that to a stranger? “well, yoon keeho, i have to go find my friend now..” m/n trailed off, feeling his phone buzz in his pocket. he instantly pulled it out, answering quickly.

“hello?”

“hey! sorry m/n for dodging your texts. i’ve been at the park for a few hours and i don’t see you.” his friend said.

“oh.. i’ve been to 4 different ones. i’m at the one near this school.”

“oh!” m/n suddenly heard laughter.

“what’s so funny?”

“i’m there as well. i’ll come find you!”

m/n was about to say something before phone suddenly hung up. he then groaned. “look, it was nice talking to you.. i guess? my friend’s actually here so i’m going to go.” the male was about to walk off until the sight of his friend came into few. the male skated over, smiling brightly. “hey m/n!” he said, coming to an abrupt stop, giving him a quick side hug. “m/n, i didn’t know you knew keeho.” m/n brought his gaze over to keeho who stood right next to him. “i don’t. i just met him a few minutes ago.” “i see. i’ve been meaning to introduce you to him. he’s my cousin!”

“WHAT?!”

[sebastianswallows]

The Little Death — 11. In your hands

— PAIRING: Feyd-Rautha Harkonnen x Bene Gesserit!Reader

— SYNOPSIS: A Bene Gesserit gets left behind in the Arrakeen palace. When Feyd becomes the Planetary Governor, he finds her there in hiding. The Harkonnens don't traditionally keep them as truthsayers or concubines like other Houses do, but Feyd might have a use for her. After all, he's never had a Bene Gesserit of his own before.

— WARNINGS: smut, oral sex (m receiving), torture via Gom Jabbar, sub!Feyd, dom!Reader, BGSM

— WORDCOUNT: 2k

— TAGLIST: @elf-punk @lowlyloved @pomtherine @slytherins-heir @babyofneptune @localravenclaw @missbingu @wo-ming-bai @torossosebs

There are weapons you cannot hold in your hands. You can only hold them in your mind. — Bene Gesserit Teaching

She held his gaze and smiled. His hand had only been inside the box for seconds but she could already see it on his face. There was apprehension and excitement there and most disturbingly of all a hint of lust, but overwhelming everything was fear.

“Who did this to you before?”

“That’s my secret,” said Feyd in a quiet rasp. “Who did it to you?”

“The Reverend Mother.”

“Ah… Was she nice about it?” he asked with a smirk, but then his pale brows creased as the phantom pain began to tingle up his arm.

“No,” she replied, her thin smile widening.

She traced the blade up and down his taut stomach, more seeking to cool him than anything else. She’d never seen a man look down at her with so much fear… It was quite thrilling.

“What do you feel?”

“Itching,” he groaned. “Turning into… burning… into… Ah!”

The sound was gentle, something that escaped him before he realised. She moved the blade down between his legs as soon as he gasped, its presence no longer benign but threatening now. Feyd bit his lip and his pale head fell back, exposing the tense column of his throat. He breathed out through his teeth and through the thin metal sheet of the box she could feel his fingers moving, twisting, trying to form a fist.

“Shhh… Take the pain, my na-Baron,” she soothed, resting her cheek against his knee. “You can take it, can’t you?”

He should begin to feel his skin crisping now as if after too many hours in the Arrakis son. What followed was far worse, and to her surprise and admiration, he seemed to know it well. He controlled himself admirably all things considered. The blade turned to a caressing motion once again, brushing up and down the hardening length of his cock from the head that leaked against his trousers all the way down to the root. She pressed the tip against the swell of his sac with the gentle promise of penetration. Feyd’s head came up and he looked down at her again. His eyes were vulnerable. He braced himself against the bed with his free arm while the other struggled to stay inside the box.

“It’s not that hard for you, is it? I refer of course to you keeping your hand inside,” she smirked. “You like it.”

Feyd smiled his black smile but he seemed winded, consumed by something more than pain. Every now and then he’d frown with a sudden stab of something but his eyes stayed focused on her own, piercing through the veil of fire that by now shrouded him. She could almost feel what he felt. She could certainly remember it but it was quite a different thing to feel it through him, through the way he looked at her. The pain was theirs together. She kissed his clothed knee as she held his gaze, keeping calm for him, but underneath her heart was all aflutter, undecided whether she sooner enjoyed causing his pleasure or his ache. Feyd closed his eyes when it got too much and his shoulder jolted with the hint of pulling back. She bit her lip and twisted the knife against his loins, stopping him still.

“Not yet,” she whispered. “More.”

“P-please,” he gasped, his eyes watery when he next opened them.

She enjoyed hearing him begging so much that she felt herself begin to blush. Was this how it had been for him when he had made her suffer? Was it always so delicious to cause pain? But she could see his cock harden underneath his trousers, could almost see it throbbing with a quickened pulse, and underneath the tip of her blade his balls were swollen full of seed.

“You like the pain,” she said as she licked her lips. “And you like begging. Don’t you? Hmm? Do you like begging for me?”

He whimpered, head turning away from her as his hand fisted in the bedsheets. Even if she were blind she would’ve been able to tell that this meant more to him than anything else they had done together so far. His lungs burst into a quick sharp breath at once and his head tilted back, eyes closed, lips gasping open as he breathed his pain away. His stomach flexed and underneath her cheek, she felt his thighs were tensing. A flush of dark purpling blood bloomed underneath his skin, rising from the top of his broad chest up his throat and to his cheeks. His lips drew back against his stark black teeth and his nipples perked in keen excitement.

“What is it, my lord na-Baron?” she whispered, kissing up his clothed thighs all the way up to his loins. “Does it hurt so badly?”

“Yes,” he gasped, his voice breaking with unshed tears, but still he didn’t pull his hand away. “Hurts so m-much…”

She purred and kissed the swell of his cock, letting her lips rest warmly over the shape of it beneath his thin black trousers. Feyd whimpered and tried to close his legs but his figure was already unsteady on the bed. His fingers were flexing in the box again and he rolled his shoulder in its socket, and as she kissed up the throbbing edge of his cock she could almost hear him saying to himself that it wasn’t real, none of it was real, it was an illusion.

“But the pain is real,” she softly said. “It’s the only thing that’s real for you right now, isn’t it?”

“Mmm… Yes…” he breathed.

She laid her tongue flat against the length of his cock and let her warmth seep down toward him. When she looked up at him again, up the sweaty, pale, corded path of his body, she could see the agony there melding with relief. And although he was hard and leaking and he still felt her blade at the corner of his thigh all thoughts were chased out of his head. The air was filled with the sound of his sharp gasps and the little moans that slipped between them. Without a second thought, she placed the blade down on the bed and started undoing his trousers.

“W-what —”

Before Feyd could get the question out she had his cock in her hand and her lips were on the tip. He was so beautiful, like a broken doll. Like a precious thing from childhood — lost and now recovered. His voice was broken into fragile pieces, his body was falling apart, and in spite of all the pain she’d put him through he’d still chosen to obey. He was hers. She’d never had anyone before, not like this…

She dragged her lips lower down his shaft, moaning at the taste of him. He was hard between her lips and heavy on her tongue but sweet in that slick cloying way she’d gotten used to. His hips nearly arched off the bed and his free hand clung to the mattress. The deeper he sunk into her mouth the louder his cries became, and it was just as much from pain as it was from pleasure. She suckled on his length and closed her eyes, pulling him as far in as she could take. Feyd breathed heavily. He squirmed above her and after a few seconds he began to scream, his legs tensing around her shoulders. The nerve induction must’ve gotten to the point where he felt his flesh was melting, but he still refused to pull away. His cock was dripping down her throat and she wrapped an arm around his waist to hold him there, but from the weak and broken warbles he gave out, she was sure he’d started crying.

“Stop,” he whispered between panting breaths. “P-please, I w-want to stop…”

She moaned around his cock and suckled on it, tasting the saltiness of sweat and skin and the tangy sweetness of his seed. She pulled off of him for a moment to look up toward his blushing face and whisper.

“Cum for me first.”

Feyd groaned when she wrapped her lips around his cock again but he kept his hand inside. He was a good boy. Better than she had expected — and entirely intoxicated by the pain. Breathing deeply, sniffling through his agony, he sat up as firmly as he could on the bed and moved a trembling hand to the top of her head. She smiled at first, but then the fingers tightened in her hair and his grip hardened, and he pushed her down as far as she could go. She let the sharp edge of her teeth dance across his root but that only seemed to entice him further if he even felt it at all through the pain that shot across his other arm. Feyd gasped and moaned and thrust up into her with a hard pumping of his hips while he held her head against him and in only a few moments he was cumming down her throat. His cries filled the room sounding like a wail of death, but between her lips, he’d never felt more alive. With a painful seize of his whole body, he twitched and swelled and spilt his seed. She did her best to swallow but messy droplets fell from the corners of her mouth to lick across his sac. He hardly felt it. Feyd thrust up into her mouth until he no longer had the strength to, and then he fell back to the bed.

“Please, please, please,” he whispered. She could hardly hear it through the dizziness that rang between her ears. “I can’t… I can’t…”

She pulled herself up gingerly and looked at him. His hand was still inside the box. His cock was soft by now but still leaking on his thigh, and even on his back Feyd was breathing so heavily she was afraid he’d make himself sick. She pushed the knife off of the bed and well out of his reach as she smiled down at the sight of him, pale and sweating, his forehead creased, his plush lips bitten, his eyes dark with lust and pain.

“You can take it out now,” she whispered as she caressed his tense perspiring stomach.

He obeyed before she even finished speaking. His hand was trembling and he was almost too afraid to look at it, but he knew what he would find. His skin was alright, his bones too. It all had been an illusion, again. His knuckles were a little pink from where they’d brushed against the metal and the beds of his nails were white from strain, but it was still a perfectly healthy hand. She reached back to take it as she straddled his waist and brought the weak limb to her lips.

“Did you enjoy that?” she asked with a thin smile as she gently kissed his knuckles. She felt wicked for toying with him that way but felt closer to him than ever before too, and she was certain this strange mix of emotions was addling his mind just as much as hers.

His eyes watched her, keen yet dizzy in the shadow of his lust. “That was… too much,” he breathed.

“Even for you?”

“Yeah… Even for me.”

She grinned and moved her kisses to the tips of his fingers, taking them between her lips one by one. “When will you want to do it again?”

“Damn it, woman. Give me a week, at least.”

She giggled and placed his hand gently beside him then slid down his body and off of the bed. With slow and loving care she pulled his trousers off and made him comfortable, put the box and the knife away, and took her own clothes off too. And while Feyd was still catching his breath and examining his hand like it was the most precious, vulnerable thing in the world, she poured him a glass of water. It felt strange to comfort him, to tuck him in and pull his head to rest over her chest. It was a behaviour from herself she hardly expected. If anything Feyd seemed less surprised by it than her.

“We won’t have to do it again if you don’t want to,” she whispered as she trailed a soothing path across his back.

“I asked for it,” he muttered, burying his face against her neck. “If I ask again…”

“You want me to give you what you want?” she finished.

“Every time,” he smiled.

[prettywordsyouleft]

Business or Pleasure [M]

Pairing: Jung Jaehyun x female reader

Genre: smut

Tropes: older woman/younger man, workplace romance

Warnings: female receiving oral, cursing

Word count: 1608

Author’s Note: We all know I never write detailed smut scenes, but unfortunately, Jaehyun managed to get this one out of me. Be easy with me, I cringed a hundred times writing this lmfao.

“We need to have a conversation.”

A squeak of surprise left you as a strong hand wrapped around yours, tugging you over to the closest door, not giving you any chance to refuse. It all happened so fast, the way the door opened and closed, the cool panelling of it now pressing into your back.

If it had been anyone else grabbing you without consent, you’d be affronted by the manhandling, and the way your hand fisted the lapel of Jaehyun’s jacket wouldn’t have you pulling more of that delicious weight upon you. But you had known by the low tone of his voice, and the familiar lines of his hand that this was someone you’d only ever pull into you, not push away.

“About?” you queried more confidently than you felt. Every nerve was alert in your body, blood was rushing through your veins, and you were certain if he didn’t kiss you soon, you might go lightheaded from how frequently you were sucking in breaths in anticipation.

“How long were you going to torment me like this?” Jaehyun groaned, his hand already somehow underneath the midi-length skirt of your dress, running higher to its long-awaited destination. A second groan tumbled out of him when he confirmed what he had suspected. “You’re this wet.” Christ.”

“How did you know? We’ve been on opposite sides of the function all night.”

“Do you expect me to miss how you kept rearranging your legs?” He gave you a withering stare. “Darling, we’ve been at this for weeks now.”

“This be-ing?” Your voice rose an octave when his thumb brushed against your clit, your legs demonstrating how you had been woefully hiding your arousal all evening by trying to clamp together.

He swatted at the inside of your thigh, his thumb digging in more pleasurably in the process, making you whimper.

“No,” Jaehyun commanded, spreading your legs again so his hand could nestle back where it had been. “No more hiding this from me.”

“This is a business event!”

“And I’m making it my business to ensure you can go back out there and actually focus.”

You laughed, finally shifting your gaze so you could meet his eyes. They were sinfully dark, his pupils blown wide enough that it made you pull your bottom lip between your teeth. Jaehyun responded with a look of desperation, begging you not to prolong this any further. It was funny this connection between you. He acted like you held all the strings, that it was all in your control when and where you collided together, and yet it was him who had pulled your attention across that room all evening. His mere existence had you soaking your panties with the worst timing possible. Though it had led you both to this private room and for that, you were somewhat relieved.

Or you would be once he did more than put pressure where you were aching the most for him.

“Tell me I can,” he hoarsely requested, and you nodded once. Still, Jaehyun didn’t move. “With your words, sweetheart.”

“Please—!”

His mouth was on yours in an instant, need crushing you to him, the taste of the sweet dessert he had consumed just before now giving you a sugar rush. You moaned, wanting to devour him, weaving your hands up broad shoulders and into dark hair, gripping the strands on and off, like a cat kneading, and you were definitely needing. Craving for more, to have him hoist you up against this wall and enter you—

Dazedly, you realised his hand had remained still and you broke off the kiss, panting as you looked at his decidedly smug expression. “I said please.”

“Please what?”

“You hardly gave me a chance to ask you to pleasure me,” you remarked, and he chuckled, shifting his hand just enough to give you a bite of pain from the prolonged pressure there. You moved your hips slightly and he tutted you.

“I thought you were worried about this being a business event?”

“I’m a little past that point now, don’t you think?”

“So, I can—?”

Your impatience was showing. “I need you, now.”

“Yes ma’am.”

He removed his hands from your still panty-clad middle, and you closed your eyes, waiting for him to shift them aside and enter you properly. You realised it would be a little impractical to have full-on sex at a gala being hosted entirely by the company you both worked for, but logic was long gone from your mind. You needed him to do something, anything to release the— oh.

You hadn’t acknowledged the noise of Jaehyun dropping to his knees, the carpet beneath you softening the sound, but you did feel the whoosh of air around your legs as your skirt fluttered over him. He gave you no warning as your panties were skimmed down your legs, pooling over your heels until he instructed you to lift your leg.

“We can’t do this here!” you managed to gasp, yet somehow your body was obeying the request, and you allowed him to manipulate you until your leg was thrown over his shoulder, your balance now precarious with the heat of his mouth hitting your sex as he breathed a kiss there. Jaehyun’s tongue then replaced his lips, drawing another gasp out of you and having you blindly tilting forward, thankful for the half wall in front of you separating the darkened room from the doorway. You had no idea what the room was, given the moon wasn’t out tonight, and right now, you didn’t care as the pleasure you craved had you doing your best not to moan loudly.

Jaehyun took this as a disservice to his efforts, and parted you before diving back in, forcing a rumble up from your chest. “Fuck!”

“Mhm,” he hummed, and you looked down at the depraved scene before you. The skirts of your dress might have been hiding your assailant from view, but the lewd noises he was making only made the movement of your dress seem dirtier. You bit your lip, refusing to give him the satisfaction of another cry out, and he went on the offence again, searching for an angle that would have you moaning out his name. Jaehyun chuckled against you, and you swatted his empty shoulder, soon gripping onto it as a wave of pleasure drove through you.

It was by sheer luck that you hadn’t moaned once more, otherwise you wouldn’t have heard the approaching voices. Flinging yourself upright, you tensed, trying to decipher where they were coming from.

“Stop!” you whispered, and he listened, his breathing heavily turning to the side of your raised thigh, where he rested his forehead temporarily.

Still, the voices grew nearer.

You tried to pull your leg down, but he moved quickly, gripping you to him. “Don’t move,” he mouthed onto you, and you squirmed, anxious to get back against the door, to see if it had a lock. You needed not to be found here, fornicating with a junior associate, not because there was a policy about in-house dating, but because you were an older woman. Rumours in the workplace were always worse when there was an age gap that didn’t follow societal norms. This didn’t register with your lover, however, and he turned his head back towards where he had been consuming you, starting up a strong rhythm again.

“No!” you cried as quietly as you could. “We can’t keep doing this now!”

“Shh,” Jaehyun murmured, rubbing reassuring hands over your legs. “I think you can be quiet enough.”

“I don’t—”

You almost expired on the spot when he slid a finger inside you, his mouth curving up before suckling away at your sensitive flesh. You knew this for what it was now, he was challenging you, proving a point that he didn’t care about what the others thought if your sneaking around got caught out. He wouldn’t let you go just because you were worried about any fallout. In fact, he was insisting that you stay with him here, return your focus to his ministrations, and forget the rest of the world.

And damn him, you did just that. The voices registered for a couple of minutes more in the background of your mind, vaguely aware of them being there until they weren’t and somehow this had made you hotter. Jaehyun had anticipated this too, ramping up his deliverance as you started to shake, your world close to unravelling.

And just before you did, you heard him beg you to let go, a cry of his name escaping your mouth as you fell over the edge, slipping into a nirvana quite unlike you had ever experienced. And you had been experiencing his pleasuring skills for weeks now.

Once your high had fled and you were all boneless and sagging from the release, Jaehyun reappeared from under your skirts, grinning triumphantly.

“I could kill you,” you told him tiredly, sinking into his waiting embrace.

“You won’t.”

“We could have been caught.”

“It was worth testing your patience there. I never thought my prim little worker would get that wet when—”

You swallowed up the rest of his sentence with a kiss, a soft chuckle parting from him when you pulled away.

“Think you could go back to the gala and focus now?”

“Are you kidding me?”

Jaehyun smirked. “What happened to this being a business event?”

“I’m done with business for tonight,” you declared, a deft hand reaching for his straining arousal. He hissed as you wrapped your hand around him. “How about we go home and negotiate some more pleasure?”

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[starlightsearches]

For the cozy election thing (I have been swamped with work and will turn in my ballot tomorrow I swear):

With Hux? Like there was a first order ball or some shit at some luxury hotel or whatever and 👀 hmm my my

Thanks for the request, delaney!! I hope you're feeling alright and you're taking care of yourself. Sending love your way!!

I'm still taking requests for cozy time if there's any interest! I'd love the distraction!

Hux is certain he's dying. Then he groans, and he wishes he already had.

What had they put in the fucking wine?

It wasn't like him to drink so much—not when he was supposed to be working, not on an unfamiliar planet in unclaimed territory, where threats could come from anywhere.

He thinks back, past the aching, into the dim lights of his memories. There had been dancing that he had not participated in, and faint music. A conversation—the one he had came for—veiled threats and an eventual surrender. Just as he had expected it to be.

And that man, pushing you so forcefully around the dance floor, his hand possessive and clawed into your lower back.

Armitage flushes so deeply it quells his headache for a moment, pulling the pounding blood away from his brain. It shouldn't matter what you do, or who you do it with.

You're his assistant, not his property.

But the other man's hands on you, that had been the thing that made him reach for glass after glass, had him trying to drown himself in any drink he could find.

Nothing had worked. He's still here, and more ashamed than ever of his silly infatuation.

He sighs, rubs a hand over his face, and waits for the world to stop spinning around him at the axis.

When the bed moves beneath him, Armitage fears he is too far gone.

"General?"

Oh, gods. Bile rises in his throat, and Hux hopes that it's all in his cruel imagination. The brush of your fingers over his forehead must be in his imagination.

Although nothing's ever felt like this, in the secretive recesses of his mind, no matter how hard he tried to make it real, to make it enough. A shiver traces its chill fingers along his spine.

Armitage lets his eyes fall open, and the half light of the room only stuns him for a moment.

"General?"

You speak again, face hovering inches from his own, your body close and frightening, denting the mattress, pulling him into your gravity.

"Are you alright?"

Armitage nods, slowly, the sting in his neck preventing any sudden movements.

"What- what happened?"

Why are you here? he wants to ask, but doesn't, afraid to offend you, and more afraid he won't like the answer.

"You had fallen ill at the party," you explain, and he wells with gratitude. You must not have seen all he had to drink, "and I helped you here to your room, and—"

Your gaze dips low, away from his own, and Armitage watches your lips turn a darker shade under the press of your teeth.

"And?"

"And you asked me to stay."

Oh. He falters, afraid to imagine what that might have looked like. That begging, rabid, wretched coward inside him certainly on full display under the influence of liquor and his own pathetic desires.

"And?"

He wants to know why you did, if there was some part of you willing to meet him in all his misery and find the parts of him that still keep his heart beating.

But that's not the answer you give him. Your tongue traces over the seam of your lips, and your fingers grip the blanket that covers the bed.

"And . . . you told me you loved me."

Oh fuck.

"Gods, I'm so—" Armitage presses the heels of his hands into his eyelids and begs for the darkness to swallow him. He can't even deny it, now, because you'd see the lies written all over him, too weak to hide the way he always does.

Your fingers are cool when they circle his wrists, tugging against the force of his loathing.

"General—" and when that doesn't work, "Armitage, please."

He falters at the sound of his name on your lips.

"Armitage, I— I stayed."

He stops, and breathes. You stayed.

Armitage swallows past the lump in his throat, tastes each of the words this time, conscious enough to remember them.

"Will you stay . . . now?"

You nod, and his lungs finally fill, his body heavy on the mattress when you curl against his chest.

Gods. Maybe he should drink like this more often.

✨☕️✨ Cozy Time 2 ✨☕️✨

[renlyslittlerose]

Kinktober Day 21 - Hurt/Comfort

For @himilce-persephoniea who asked for "gentledom Obi-Wan that can calm down feral Anakin"🫂

Give Me That Peace and Joy - 1,189 Rating: M Content: Established Relationship / Implied Sexual Content / Angst / Hurt/Comfort / Self-Hatred / Demigod Anakin Skywalker / Anakin Skywalker Needs a Hug / Protective Obi-Wan Kenobi / Character Study / Relationship Study / Mental Breakdown / Mental Health Issues

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Anakin was spiralling, falling, colliding into the abyss, the currents of his fractured psyche dragging him down. Putrid black bile tore through his insides while acrid smoke filled his lungs, hollowing him out until nothing was left but the maddening call of the void below. Self loathing and doubt coated his mouth, lips pulled tight, spit frothing from the corners like a mad dog as he pulled at the chains that bound and howled back at the void.

How long had he stood at this precipice but never stepped over? How many times had he almost slipped but never quite fell? How many times had he heard the braying of the choir that told him to jump - to soar - but never once fallen?

Too many times, it seemed. Eventually something would snap deep inside - the chain would break and chaos would ensue. It was inevitable, really. Anakin had heard the hushed whispers in the halls and behind partially shut doors, hurried looks of curiosity mixed with fear from his fellows, of a boy gilded in prophecy but with a tear in his mind that made him broken; fractured; incomplete.

It was frightening (he was frightening).

It was dangerous (he was dangerous).

It was destiny.

Tearing at his chest with bloodied knuckles Anakin pressed into his sternum, choking on a sob as he curled in further and further, trying to make himself as small as he could - as unnoticed as he could.

Perhaps if he cried enough, screamed enough, destroyed himself enough he could be free of this magnitude. Perhaps if he broke into a million pieces he couldn’t be put back together. Perhaps if no one noticed, the Force and all its beauty and horror would look the other way - find another to favour, to cherish, to love.

But Obi-Wan wouldn’t allow it. He wouldn’t let Anakin hollow himself out, pour his messes across the floor and let the dogs lap it up. He wouldn’t allow Anakin to turn in on himself, to become small and pitiful and weak. He wouldn’t allow the pieces to go unmade, wouldn’t allow the fractures to break apart, wouldn’t allow Anakin to be anything other than—

“My darling boy.”

Strong hands gripped his own, pulling them away from his chest. Angry welts from his nails were touched by these same hands, his palms both warm and cool as they ran across Anakin’s neck and down his chest, soothing the ache for just a moment. Another sob broke past Anakin’s lips but was swallowed by a gentle kiss, Obi-Wan pressing his warm lips to Anakin’s chapped and broken ones, pressure firm and solid. Anakin tried to push, to lash out, to get away from the dignity and the kindness but Obi-Wan remained firm, his grip solid behind his neck, the taste of him washing away the sick, the smell of him familiar.

Breaking the kiss Anakin closed his eyes, and like a child seeking warmth curled up against Obi-Wan. He could still hear the howling of the abyss behind him, each tug of it unravelling him further, the allure of sinking into his own insanity still tempting. Gritting his teeth he pushed against Obi-Wan further, desperate to be a part of him, locked within his ribs and curled around his heart, protected from the agony of his existence.

With trembling hands he pulled and tore at Obi-Wan’s robes, breath stuttering as he stripped him of his layers until marred skin was exposed to him. Obi-Wan murmured soft words that Anakin couldn’t hear, his body taught, muscles firm beneath Anakin’s desperate touch as he continued to rip at his Jedi trappings until all that was left was the man beneath it all.

“Obi-Wan,” Anakin pleased, desperate for something though he knew not what.

Solace? Penance? Affirmation?

He caught Obi-Wan in a fierce kiss, his own robes pushed and pulled at, his bruised body exposed to the outside air that stung and nipped his overheated flesh. Climbing on to his lap he grabbed Obi-Wan’s hand and brought it between them, pushing his aching length against his palm, begging Obi-Wan to touch him, cherish him, wash away the filth and the hurt until he was whole again. Until he was who Obi-Wan always said he was.

Keeping his hand on Obi-Wan’s wrist he moaned softly as the flex of Obi-Wan’s wrist coupled with the press of his hand, fingers wrapping tight as he stroked him with a steady grip. Obi-Wan continued to speak to Anakin though his words made little sense, wrapped up and coursing with the flow of blood through Anakin’s head and chest, thunderous and overwhelming.

But Anakin felt it. Felt the adoration, the steadiness - the truth - of Obi-Wan’s words. He believed them as he spoke them against Anakin’s jaw and along his neck, breath hot and sticking to Anakin’s flesh, bumps spread out across his quaking form as he ground down harder. Thighs trembling and body humming, Anakin fell further into Obi-Wan’s embrace, his hands trailing along his body, memorising and admiring every folly and perfection.

Obi-Wan was real and solid; a reminder of Anakin’s existence in this world. He wasn’t just a creation of the Force, swallowed up in its magnificence, bound by its orders. He was a child of flesh and blood, loved by someone so achingly human it sometimes hurt Anakin to think about. Obi-Wan was perfect despite the imperfection of his creation, unlike Anakin.

But maybe if Anakin swallowed enough of his sweat, his tears, his come - his humanity - then it’d soak into him. It’d lay down seeds that would grow and spread like vines through his body, beating back the slow creep of death and destiny, making Anakin into someone who could inspire rather than revolt, love rather than fear, fulfil rather than hunger.

Grinding down Anakin could feel Obi-Wan’s own eagerness, thick and hard beneath him. It was this reminder - that Obi-Wan wanted him, desired him, craved him - that sent Anakin down into his release.

Obi-Wan loved Anakin.

He spasmed and shook, a blissful sigh slipping past his chapped lips, the assurances of Obi-Wan’s belief in him coursing through him. He kissed Obi-Wan then, tasting the tea on his lips, feeling the wisps of his beard that tickled, hearing the soft sigh of his own release. He held Obi-Wan close until his hands ached, his arms ached, his chest ached, still desperate to be inside of him - to be anywhere but in his own body, his own mind.

When they were done he dropped his head down to the crook of Obi-Wan’s neck. Obi-Wan stroked his back, palms hot and rough, fingers pressing into the bruises on Anakin’s body, feeling the dips of his ribs and the bumps of his curled spine. With another sob Anakin curled in as close as he could, cradled in the arms of the only person that knew, that understood, that loved despite it all.

[jenna-ortega]

grey november

vertigo act iii

pairing - joel miller x female reader word count - 4.1k warnings - angst, pinv, meanish joel, tommy being a golden retriever, kissing, joel is stupid as always but he redeems himself, also fluffy joel a/n: hello all! hope you like this chapter! it proved to be difficult, since i hate writing fluff but lowkey it's there. let me know how you like it, and if you have any ideas for what you want to see next..i may or may not heed that advice ;)

SUMMARY: you and joel speak about what you saw, and you've decided you need time. needing time being you running and hiding from joel every chance you get. that is...until he catches you at thanksgiving. can you forgive him for what you think he's done? joel sure hopes so.

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"Didn't expect to find you here," Joel muttered, crossing his arms. You turned off the faucet, swallowing hard before meeting his gaze. "I needed a moment," you replied, your voice steady but laced with unease. "A moment, huh?" Joel scoffed, his tone cutting through the air. "Funny how you seem to need a moment every time we're in the same room lately." You averted your eyes, the memories of your last conversation with Joel resurfacing. "What are you even doing here, anyway?" Joel continued, his frustration palpable. "Tommy invited me."

You had fallen for Joel Miller, and now you had to deal with that. You had to deal with the suffering only someone who had power over you could cause. Your body aches as you’ve spent countless nights awake, wondering what this suffering was supposed to mean. Does it make you stronger? Does it thicken your skin? Is suffering always meant to be brushed aside as a means of growth? Suffering has no glorious purpose. It only hurts. 

It takes courage to lift your bones from your bed, to face the same pain you’ve been feeling through every simmering sun, and every crested moon. A man can do this to a person? You think to yourself. You want to ask him why, you want to shout at him, and beat at his chest. You want to hug him and kiss him all at the same time. Fall to the feet of the one who broke you and look for the healing you desperately needed. You feel yourself changing as the leaves start to change outside…is it November already? Are we bound to repeat the same cycles until even after the end of times? 

Your body on autopilot as you walk to your shower, making sure the heat of the water burns to the touch. You need to boil your skin clean. Need to wash away any piece of skin that he once touched. Scrubbing yourself clean of him physically. 

You hear cells take 7 years to regenerate. 

Would it take that long to be a body Joel has never known? 

—

As the sun dipped below the horizon, casting a warm orange glow across a quiet jackson, you found yourself perched on the edge of your steps. Feeling the cool air hit your cheeks as you try to breathe through your heavy chest. Grappling with a tangle of emotions. 

Soft footsteps echoed a few feet from you, your body stilled, and when you lifted your head, there stood Joel, the man who had left a trail of heartache in his wake. 

Joel’s eyes reflected a mixture of remorse and determination as he began to speak. The wind seemed to hold its breath as you waited for him to start, too confused and numb to begin to hold the weight of what this conversation meant. 

“Hi,” Joel clenched his fists, guilt etched on his face.

You scoffed

“Hey.”

Joel shifted uncomfortably, his gaze unable to meet yours. The air felt charged with tension as you faced Joel, your eyes reflecting the storm within.

“I-I don’t know where to start,”

“Try starting with why the hell you’re at my doorstep. And then end it with you getting the fuck off my doorstep.” your teeth clenched, spitting attitude at Joel. 

You began to walk away from him, trying to go back inside. You’re upset. Upset Joel didn’t stay away longer. You needed time to forget this, you needed to tell yourself he wasn’t real. You made him up, and now you’re back to the real world. 

Joel stood there, frustration apparent on his face as he tried to reach out to you, who was briskly walking away. Joel grabbed your elbow, pulling you back to him, looking down at you with his eyebrows furrowed, 

“Please, just hear me out. I'm trying to apologize."

You glanced up at him, eyes cold, but stopped reluctantly. Pulling your arm from him and crossing them. 

"You can't just apologize your way out of this mess."

"I get it, I messed up. But walking away won't solve anything. Can we at least talk about it?"

You sighed, patience wearing thin.

“What is there to say?”, you shook your head in defeat 

Joel ran a hand through his disheveled hair, finally not avoiding your gaze. 

"I don’t know why she was there. I threw her out as soon as you left." his voice was strained, pleading to you. 

A heavy silence settled between you two, until you spoke again, tone cold.

 "I need time to think. Leave."

Joel nodded, sighing heavily, and turned to leave. As he reached the bottom step, an unexpected surge of anger consumed him. The weight of his guilt transformed into the Joel who destroys, and he turned back to face you.

"I'm sorry, alright? But you don't get to play the victim here. You have your faults too," he spat.

“Excuse me?” your nostrils flared, eyes flashed with indignation. "My faults?”

You both were about to put on a show for anyone who dared come near you two. 

“Don’t act like it’s not normal for her to possibly be in my house. Remember what we did to her. Remember what you asked me for.” 

Tears welled in your eyes, not believing what you’re hearing, you raised your hand to Joel, watching his head swing sideways as your palm landed hard across his face. 

“Fuck you.”

It happened fast. He rushed your body back into your house, slamming the door shut behind him before he took his place back in your face. Holding both your wrists against the wall behind you, caging you into his body as his nose was practically against yours, looking deeply in your eyes as you’re both panting. 

“You were the one that started this.” he picks your wrists up and slams them back against the wall, earning a whimper from you, raising his voice a little louder, “You don’t get to act like a brat when your actions have consequences.” 

He lets go of your hands, and you begin to rub them furiously to try and dissipate the pain.

“Listen,” his demeanor is calm again, but you shrivel up against the wall to make yourself as small as possible. Feeling yourself begin to sink to the floor, you remain silent. 

You sat on the floor, eyes downcast and silent. The weight of the argument lingered, suffocating the room. Joel took a deep breath, the gravity of his words settling on him like an anchor. He approached you cautiously.

He said your name, his voice low and remorseful, "I shouldn't have lost my temper like that."

You remained silent, gaze fixed on your hands. Joel sighed, a mix of frustration and guilt gnawing at him.

“I hate that we're both feeling like this," he pleaded.

You nodded slowly, and he lifted you up from the floor, both of you retreating to a quieter corner of the room, away from the remnants of your argument near your front door.

“I’ve been an asshole. Feels like I've said this all before to you,” he breathes out an airy laugh, you don’t budge. 

He noticed your unease, your quiet demeanor signaling a vulnerability he had never intended to expose.

“How ‘bout we take a break from all this.” 

You yearned for him even after it all. You desire things patterned to always destroy you in the end. 

“Yeah, I-, I don’t think I'm ready to talk about us.” you stuttered out, afraid to make eye contact with him. Afraid if you did all your wishes from early to fall at the feet of the thing responsible for the collapse might come true. 

Joel nodded, sucking in a breathe, 

“Okay.” 

—

There was a warm glow casted over the horse stables as you worked diligently, pitchfork in hand, cleaning out the stalls. The familiar sounds of horses neighing and hooves against straw filled the air. Your focus was on Sparkle, a gentle black mare with a shimmering coat that seemed to live up to her name.

As you worked, the rhythmic scraping of the pitchfork against the straw was interrupted by a light voice behind you. "Hey there! How's it going?"

Turning around, you were met with the smiling face of Maria, one of the many important people on Jacksons committee. "Hey, Maria! Just another day in the stables, you know," you replied, wiping a bit of sweat from your brow.

She leaned against the stall door, eyeing Sparkle with admiration. "Sparkle's looking as beautiful as ever. You really have a way with her."

You grinned, patting Sparkle's side gently. "Yeah, she's a sweetheart. Just needs a little extra care, don't you, girl?"

Maria chuckled, then her expression turned curious. "By the way, I haven't seen you at the bar lately. Everything okay?"

You paused, glancing at the pitchfork in your hand. "Oh, you know, just been here. Busy."

Maria tilted her head, her eyes narrowing playfully. "Busy, or avoiding the usual crowd?"

You chuckled, feeling a hint of embarrassment. "Maybe a bit of both. Sometimes, I think I'm too old to still be working there."

She nodded, understanding. "Fair enough. But you can't escape the social scene forever, you know. We miss having you around."

You sighed, a hint of a smile playing on your lips. "I'll make an appearance soon, I promise. Just got a lot on my plate right now."

"Well, whenever you're ready, we'll be at the bar, waiting for you," Maria said with a friendly wink.

She leaves, and you’re left alone. The chatter is constantly getting old for you, you want to be left to your own devices. You want people to stop caring about where you are, where you’ve been, and where you’re going. You need to be invisible. You need to make yourself something Joel forgets. 

You were finishing up your early morning stable duties, and a gentle breeze carried the familiar scent of hay and warm animal fur. You found yourself behind the sturdy door of one of the stalls, placing your tools in a bucket filled with lukewarm water. The horses startle when they hear the opening of stable doors before you, and you froze. Turning quickly to see him.

fuck. Shit. 

You duck, hoping he hadn’t caught your eye behind the thin door of the stall. 

As Joel approached, you couldn't resist the urge to observe him unnoticed. His confident stride and the set of his jaw spoke of a man who carried the weight of the world on his shoulders. You crouched down slightly, peering through a small gap in the door, attempting to stay hidden.

Joel, engrossed in the routine of preparing his horse, seemed to sense your presence. His gaze flickered in your direction, and for a moment, you held your breath. However, his expression remained unreadable, and he continued his tasks as if he hadn't noticed.

The rhythmic sounds of grooming and the soft noises of the horses filled the air. You couldn't help but feel a mix of anticipation and nervous energy.

After a few moments, Joel finished tending to his horse and turned to leave the stable. As he passed your hiding spot, his eyes met yours for the briefest moment. There was a subtle acknowledgment in his gaze, one of hurt and one of anger.

Joel walked away without a word, and you emerged from your hiding spot, feeling a mix of embarrassment and anguish. If this is how you would now have to live your days in Jackson, you don’t know how much longer you would survive.

—

It’s been 21 days. 

The warm aroma of roasted turkey filled the air, and the laughter of friends and miller family fun echoed through the spacious dining room. However, for you, the atmosphere was anything but festive. Being at the miller’s thanksgiving was anything but relaxing. 

It’s been 21 days since you’ve had to endure Joel Miller. 

You’ve done your best to avoid him, not seeing him at all, wondering if he knew better than to show up. Knowing you had Tommy to protect you, knowing everyone heard what he did to Vanessa, the whole town talked. And Tommy invited everyone to his thanksgiving. Joel would be brave to show his face, but you’ve always known him as anything but someone who’s scared to cause a little bit of trouble. 

It’s been 21 days since you’ve been avoiding Joel Miller. 

You stopped working at the bar, not for him, but because you knew he’d try and find you there. Knew it wasn’t something you wanted to do long term, and this just gave you an excuse to try something else. Now, you clean the stables bright and early, lucky to also avoid Joel when he picks up his horse every now and again for patrols. Your walks home are filled with a deep set regret for everything. Should you have heard him out? No. You knew better. You knew what kind of man he was, and would continue to be. You fight with yourself on it everyday, and your heart stops as you hear it, 

It’s been 21 days since you heard his laugh. You won’t get to call it 22 days, and when you realize it’s him, you don’t look back. Pacing past the living room and to Tommy’s small bathroom. Your eyes bloodshot from too much shitty pinot noir. 

—

​​The sound of the Thanksgiving celebration echoed through the Miller residence, but in the quiet refuge of the bathroom.

You were just splashing some water on your face, attempting to compose yourself amidst the chaos, when the door creaked open, revealing Joel Miller, his eyes narrowing as they met yours in the mirror.

"Didn't expect to find you here," Joel muttered, crossing his arms.

You turned off the faucet, swallowing hard before meeting his gaze. "I needed a moment," you replied, your voice steady but laced with unease.

"A moment, huh?" Joel scoffed, his tone cutting through the air.

"Funny how you seem to need a moment every time we're in the same room lately."

You averted your eyes, the memories of your last conversation with Joel resurfacing. The heated words, the accusations, and the unresolved tension had left a bitter taste that lingered.

"What are you even doing here, anyway?" Joel continued, his frustration palpable.

"Tommy invited me," you said, attempting to keep your voice level. "I'm not here to ruin your family dinner, Joel."

He took a step closer, his gaze intense. "Ruining it? You already did that weeks ago."

You took a deep breath, trying to keep your composure. "Joel, can we not do this right now? It's Thanksgiving, for God's sake."

"Thanksgiving?" he scoffed again. "A lot to be thankful for, right? Like the way you disappeared without a word."

You clenched your fists, the guilt and frustration mounting. "It wasn't like that, Joel. You know it's complicated."

"Complicated? You think I don't get it?" he snapped, his voice rising. "But that doesn't excuse shutting me out completely."

Silence hung between you like a heavy fog, the distance growing even in the confined space of the bathroom. The distant laughter and chatter from the dinner table seemed a world away.

The two of you stood in silence for a moment, the only sound the distant laughter and music from inside. Joel broke the quiet, his voice softer than before.

"I didn't want things to end like this, you know?" he admitted, running a hand through his hair.

"Me neither," you replied, avoiding eye contact.

Joel's jaw clenched, and he looked away, frustration etched across his face. The distance between you felt insurmountable,

He stepped closer, his hand finding yours. "I've been a jerk, haven't I?" he took his olive branch moment, hoping you would extend a white flag as well.

And in that moment, his dark eyes caught yours, and your heart dropped. You wanted your Joel back, you wanted to collapse and give up whatever game you were playing. You needed him, you wanted him. 

It’s been 21 days too long without Joel Miller, 

A small smile tugged at the corners of your lips. "Maybe a little."

Joel chuckled, a hint of relief in his eyes. "I'm sorry. I shouldn't have let things get this far."

"And I should have communicated better," you admitted, squeezing his hand.

He nodded, a sincerity in his gaze. "Can we start over? Forget the fights and just... be us again?"

You smiled, feeling the weight lifting. "I'd like that."

"So, what now?" Joel asked, a playful glint in his eyes.

You smirked. "Well, I was thinking we could be lovey-dovey in the bathroom."

He laughed, the sound echoing through the quiet room. "Lovey-dovey, huh?"

"Yeah," you teased, "like in the good old days."

Joel tilted his head, a mischievous grin spreading across his face. “I wouldn’t call what we do in bathrooms lovey-dovey, darlin’.” his hand wraps in your hair, pulling your head back to expose your neck, gently suckling a bruise there,

“But I’ll warn you,” his warm and wet breath spread throughout your neck as he smiles against your skin, 

“I think I need to make this filthy mouth of yours beg, and never talk back to me again.” 

You hummed in approval, moaning silently, “Impossible.” you teased, 

Joel let go of your hair, hands now sliding down your body and giving your hips a bruising grip to remember, 

“Always so mouthy, baby girl. Can’t be now with the town downstairs cutting the stuffing,” he bites his bottom lip, quickly swatting at your ass, a loud smack echoing off the walls as you squeal in surprise, 

You shot him a quick glance, your usual sarcastic retort momentarily absent. Instead, you shrugged, feigning innocence.

"What's the matter, cat got your tongue?" Joel chuckled,

You shot him a mock glare, finally finding your voice. "Very funny, Joel. I can be quiet if I want to."

He raised an eyebrow, a playful challenge in his eyes. "Sure, but that requires a well-behaved version of yourself."

You rolled your eyes, grabbing the back of Joel’s head, your hands locked in his hair–

 "I can be well-behaved when I want to be."

Joel smirked, pushing your bodies closer. "And do you want to be right now?"

You giggle slightly, nodding your head “no” slowly, 

—

You both have to be really, really quiet. Moving from the bathroom into a room that looks alot like..shit. This is Tommy’s bedroom. 

“Really..” you squint, not having much time to speak as Joel is already pushing you back onto the queen sized bed behind you,

“Fucking me in your brothers bed?” you smile into the kisses Joel has been smothering you with, sucking your bottom lip as he pulls away from you, lifting his shirt up and off of his toned body. 

“Someones gotta get some in here.” he jokes, smirking down at you as he takes his belt off quickly, 

Joel goes back to devouring you, pulling your brown dress up to lay at your waist, exposing your clothed cunt to him. His eyes go darker as he pulls your legs apart so easily, sucking in air as he tilts his head to look at you. His permanent scowl plastered on his face as he focused in on your pussy. 

“Baby,” he puts one of your legs down as he uses his thumb to rub against where your clit is beneath your underwear. His palm against your mound as he does so. 

You moan out, squirming in his grasp, “Joel, I missed you,” you whine, 

Joel leaned over, his bulge met your core as he began kissing you against. Both your moans being captured by each other's mouths. Dry humping each other in the process, 

Confidence suddenly burst inside of you, holding his shoulders as you pushed your hips up as hard as you could, moving them in circular motion, hearing a small groan escape from Joel’s lips, 

“Fuck” he groans in your ear, 

“Gonna take this fuckin’ i give you?” he questioned rhetorically, because you didn’t get a say on whether you were taking it or not.

Pushing himself off of you, he now towered over you. Leaving you on your back with your legs spread open, 

“Take these off, now” Joel pulled at the top of your panties, snapping them against your skin harshly. 

You obeyed quickly, while watching him release himself, a long thick cock hanging out of his pants, warranting a gasp from you, feeling your own juices flow from you, staining the bedding beneath you,

Your reaction seemed to satisfy Joel, who was watching you as if you were prey, 

“I want you. I want you right now.” his voice deep, dripping with lust as he walked back to you, grabbing your legs and dragging you to the edge of the bed, hearing you squeak as he did so.

He flipped you over, and your ass was up in the air, your entrance glistening for him, he couldn’t help himself, and that’s when you jumped forward screaming loudly as you felt a stinging sensation on your cunt. Joel’s hand vibrating off of the skin there, 

“Not so quiet after all, honey?” he mocked you, rubbing anything that leaked from you back on your clit, you moaned lowly, soon turning it into a loud moan as you felt the thick head of his cock rub against you, teasing your entrance, dipping the tip in, causing you to grip the navy blue sheets beneath you, moving up with each tease. 

“Don’t run from me.” he stated gruffly, and  you turned to look at him, his wavy locks falling beside his face, his eyes caught yours, winking as he pushed inside of you, stretching you far enough to feel as if your insides were burning. “F-fuckOH” he was enjoying the way your cunt spazzed around him, feeling his cock enlarge even more at the way you pulsed for him, 

Joel began thrusting harder, pushing your body forward with every hard snap of his hips, causing you to cry out in pleasure. Your body was on fire, feeling your heart sink as he bottomed out inside of you. With every thrust he tore into you further. Your body invites him in more as you feel yourself drown him with your cum, his cock becoming adjusted to you, taking advantage of every shake and squeeze.

“Joel–, fuck, faster,--” you felt your feet levitate off he ground, him holding your hold bottom half up as he obeyed your request, laughing at your whimpers. Your feet now dangling as he manhandles your body, fucking down into you as he grunts, his balls hitting against your clit and causing you to spasm even harder around him. 

“Take it, baby.” his hips snapped harder into you, the room filled with panting and the loud clapping of your skin against his, moaning into the bed as you felt your release coming closer as he reached around you to rub your clit, moaning with you as you began letting go for him, feeling something inside of you begin to snap, you tried grabbing behind you, but he pulled your hand against your back, pushing your body further into the cushion as your pussy convulsed, and you came on him, shaking as he walked you through you orgasm, 

“Cum around me just like that.”

“Darlin’ you feel so good, you’re doing so well.”

“Your cunts meant to take it like this.”

Joel’s low voice barely noticed as your ears rang from how hard you had cum. Joel following after shortly, 

 “Shit. Shit.” 

“S–Shit, so, fucking good.” Screaming your name as he produced enough cum to cover your cunt and your ass entirely. 

You were panting heavy as he fell on top of you, completely fucked out as his limp dick sat against your back. Joel is still in bliss, moving your hair away from the back of your neck and kissing along it, slightly humming into your glistening skin. 

His lips only leave your skin to whisper to you in his daze, 

“ s’ gonna be pissed if he finds out what happened here.” 

You both laugh at the uncomfortable reality of this. You both will eventually have to get up and face the crowd. But for just a few more moments, you let yourself feel the comfort of being smothered under Joel’s body. 

—

It’s been 21 minutes. 

The door creaked open, and you and Joel stepped out of the bedroom, both wearing wide grins that couldn't be contained. The sound of Thanksgiving chatter from downstairs seemed muffled in comparison to the joy that radiated between you two.

As you descended the stairs, hand in hand, Tommy looked up from the crowded living room. His eyebrows furrowed at the sight of your shared happiness.

"What's got you two looking so... giddy?" Tommy asked, a curious smile playing on his lips.

Joel chuckled, exchanging a knowing glance with you. "Oh, you know, just enjoying some quiet time away from Bill's stories."

Tommy raised an eyebrow. "Really? That's all?"

You couldn't help but giggle, feeling the need to share your newfound joy. "Well, we might've had a little heart-to-heart. It's Thanksgiving, after all."

Tommy's eyes widened, a sly grin forming. "A heart-to-heart, huh?”

Joel laughed, playfully nudging you. 

Tommy continued to scrutinize you both, but his teasing demeanor softened. "Well, as long as you're happy." you both smiled at him,

“And as long as it wasn’t in my room.”

You exchanged a glance with Joel, your smiles widening.

[the-matpat-ever]

This is just an old oneshot of an interpretation of Phantom based on a roleplay I did with a particularly lovely person in my fnaf esc discord server. Im still so proud of it!! This was created based in the same world as the Twin AU of Mad and Ness

Context: Post incident with Mad trying to kill and torture Nate, Mare is created from the pure hatred Nate had been bottling up underneath the surface. Phantom on the other hand was created from Nate's religious trauma from his mother, viewed by Nate as an imaginary friend or guardian angel when they were small children. Phantom is all of Nate's greed, deceitfulness, and self destruction, changing with Nate as they got older. Phantom acts as superior when he really isn't, viewing Mare as an annoying little brother. They are just thoughts that can take a physical form, hence: Thoughtforms

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Natemare

I'm glad we can both agree on something (:

You had a job, but sorry buddy, your position has been filled.

Fill your head with hot air all your WANT, convince yourself you HELP Nathan now, but you don't.

You are just another con man, Phantom.

A LEECH.

11:52 pm

A red glow illuminates his phone from his eyes. The raven digs his nails into flesh, itching to shed blood. His heart beat was irregular as it pounded in its hollow chest. He was just so...ANGRY. At himself for letting Nate get hurt, for Mare for calling him OUT. He drops his phone as Phantom claws at his head while he shakes. He tried his best.

It wasn't enough.

Nate was better off without it. All he did was LIE. He had no use for him anymore, Mare was simply just more effective than it. He grits his teeth until it feels like he's crushing his teeth from the pure pressure. Phantom thinks back to all the years he had protected Nate. That's all he wanted to do; It's what he was made to do and he FAILED. Teeth clench down further, puncturing his lip in the process. It was trembling and panting. He just wanted to feel just a little bit of freedom. He wanted to see the world. It didn't matter what he did in his free time; Even if it was tricking and consuming human souls...

ALL THOSE YEARS FOR NOTHING. Nate wasn't even grateful..His breath quickens, sucking in a gulp of air before throwing the first thing his ivory hands reach. His staff hits the wall with a loud CRACK not too long after. It rebounds off the wall, leaving a crack in the glass ball that was located in the snake's maw. Fingers pull at raven hair, the aching burn not even comparing to the fire eating away at his insides until there is nothing left. It was AGONY.

Black drips down his arms from his fingertips like hot wax while a thin black tail curls around his thigh to ground itself. His legs gave out, being forced to sit on his knees. His breath was hot as he coughed up bits of ash and live embers, lungs filling up with hot steaming smoke, exhaling black and crimson through his maw and nose.

Ashy fingers replace their grasp on black bony appendages that sprouted from the sides of its head. He lets out a pain ridden shriek from how much it B U R N E D. He collapses face first onto the floor. The cool floor was almost a blessing in disguise. It indiginitally crawls on the ground before reaching for his cane. Shame envelopes the demonic thoughtform like a stab in the chest. What was he doing? Crawling on a dirty ass floor like a low life; a peasant. He HATED it. HE HATED IT, HE HATED IT, HE HATED IT.

The thoughtform is unable to bring itself to sit up and do something productive because this was definitely NOT beneficial. He just wallows in self-pity, feeling absolutely horrid with himself.

@wouldntyou-liketoknow

[monochromaticbeans]

Love You To Death

Inspired by and based on the song "Love You To Death" by Type O Negative. Baji's love, a witch, performs a ritual to help him tame the beast within.

A/N: Great song, one of my favorite bands. I saw them live with Pantera in 1994--a strange lineup, yes, but it was an awesome show. We'll never see either band perform again, unfortunately. (Yes, I'm that old.) Anyway, I was listening to it while folding laundry when the idea of turning it into a story hit me. And of course, it had to feature Baji.

The room smelled of burning wax and incense, a heady, intoxicating mixture that clawed its way into Keisuke’s chest. The only light came from the circle of candles she’d arranged on the wooden floor and the nearly full moon shining down through the window, bathing her pale skin in shades of warm gold and cool silver. Black lipstick darkened her lips that were drawn into the faintest smirk as she traced symbols in the air with a smoldering bundle of herbs.

She looked like something out of a fever dream, or maybe even a nightmare. He couldn’t decide which.

His fists clenched at his sides as he lingered in the doorway, feeling the beast stir within him. It always reacted to her like this, like she was its prey and its salvation all at once. His pulse raced, his heart pounding against his ribs as he stepped closer, teeth grinding against the growl building in his throat.

“Why did you call me here?” His voice was rougher than he intended, laced with frustration, but she didn’t flinch. She never flinched.

“You know why,” she murmured, her voice velvet-smooth. She didn’t look at him, her focus on the symbols she etched into the air. The magic she was weaving sparked faintly, glowing for a moment before fading into the candlelight.

“You think this is really going to help tame it?” he snapped, the words harsher than he meant. The beast was close tonight—closer than he felt comfortable with being this close to her. It clawed at the edges of his mind, whispering promises of blood and devotion. He wanted her, wanted her in ways that scared him.

Her hands stilled. For a moment, the silence between them was broken only by the soft flickering of the candles. Then she turned her gaze to him, and his breath caught.

Her eyes were steady, calm, as if she could see right through him, right into the creature he was so desperate to control. “I think,” she said softly, “you’re stronger than you believe you are. And I think you’re afraid of that.”

He snarled, taking another step forward. “I’m afraid of hurting you.”

She smiled, soft and knowing, and it made something in his chest twist painfully.

“Am I not strong enough for you, Keisuke?” she asked, her voice teasing, but there was an edge of challenge in it. She stepped closer, out of the circle of candles, and he took an instinctive step back.

The beast inside of me is gonna get you.

He could feel it rising now, clawing its way out. His hands trembled, his nails sharpening into claws. He could feel his teeth ache, feel the pull of the full moon even through the stone walls.

“Stop,” he growled, the word guttural and barely human. “Get back.”

But she didn’t stop.

Her hand reached up, her fingers brushing against his cheek, and he shuddered at the warmth of her touch. “You don’t scare me, Keisuke,” she whispered. “Not the man. Not the beast. I love all of you.”

Her words were a spell of their own, and he hated how much he wanted to believe them.

“How are you not afraid of me right now?” he rasped, his voice raw.

Her lips curved into that same steady smile. “Because,” she said quietly, “I know you won’t hurt me. I trust you.”

The beast roared in his ears, demanding he take her, consume her, but her words cut through the fog. Trust. He clung to it desperately, even as the transformation began to overtake him.

He fell to his knees, his body trembling with the effort of holding it back. She knelt with him, her hands steady on his shoulders, her magic a calming presence as it wove through the room.

And as the wolf howled inside him, her voice was the only thing that kept him tethered to the man he still wanted to be.

Her hands moved deftly now, gathering the materials she’d prepared for the ritual. The red wine she’d poured into a glass sat within arm’s reach, its deep crimson surface shimmering faintly under the candlelight. She lifted it with both hands, the black lipstick staining its rim as she took a sip and murmured the first incantation.

Baji watched her through the haze of the beast’s growing feral hunger, every movement she made fanning the flames inside him. The way her lips parted, how her tongue flicked over them between words, how her voice dipped low when the chant demanded it—it drove him mad.

Those lips smooth, yeah, I can feel what you’re saying. Praying.

Her words weren’t meant for him, not entirely—they were for the magic. For control. But the beast in him twisted her intentions, taking them as invitation, as promise. His claws dug into the floor, splintering the wood beneath his hands, his jaw aching with the force it took not to howl.

She set the glass down carefully, her dark eyes locking onto his. “Keisuke,” she said, her voice firm now, commanding. “You have to let me do this.”

He growled low in his throat, half a protest, half a plea. “You think shackling me is going to stop this?”

Her lips curved into that maddening, intoxicating smile. “It’s not just for you,” she said simply. “It’s for me as well.”

Before he could protest again, she moved closer, the metal shackles in her hands shimmering with the spell she’d etched into their surface. He could smell the silver, acrid and biting, and the beast recoiled even as his human half barely flinched at the thought of being bound.

“Do it, then,” he snarled. The words felt ripped from him, violent and desperate. “But don’t blame me if I break free.”

Her hands moved steadily as she knelt in front of him, the candles’ glow reflecting in her eyes. “You won’t,” she murmured. “Because I trust you, even if you don’t trust yourself.”

She snapped the shackles around his wrists, the cold bite of the silver burning into his skin like a thousand needles. He hissed, a sound caught between pain and anger, but the touch of her hand on his cheek silenced him.

The chanting resumed, her voice low and melodic, weaving through the room like smoke. He could hear every word, feel every syllable vibrating through his bones. The beast clawed harder now, roaring to break free, to destroy these chains, to dominate and claim her.

I beg to serve. Your wish is my law.

His devotion to her was sharp and aching, cutting through the beast’s ferocity and slicing him to his core. He could see her lips moving, chanting, and the sight of her so close, so calm, made him want to howl in frustration. He wanted to worship her, to lay himself at her feet, and yet the beast wanted more—wanted to pull her close, to devour her in ways that terrified him.

Now close those eyes and let me love you to death.

Her voice faltered for a moment, and he saw it—the flicker of fear she tried so hard to hide. It was enough.

The beast lunged.

The chains rattled violently, the sound of metal grinding against metal filling the room as his body surged forward, teeth bared, claws raking against the floor. Her chant broke off as she scrambled back, her hand instinctively reaching for the protective silver amulet at her side.

“Keisuke!”

Her voice was sharp, commanding, and it cut through the haze for a single, fleeting moment. He froze, the beast snarling in his mind as his human side clawed its way back to the surface.

“Look at me,” she said, her voice soft now. “Keisuke. Come back to me.”

His head snapped up, his golden eyes locking onto hers. The beast growled low, but her gaze held him there, pinning him as effectively as the chains. Slowly, she knelt before him again, her hands trembling only slightly as she reached for his face.

The touch of her palms against his cheeks was like fire, burning away the last vestiges of control he had left. He shuddered, his entire body shaking as he leaned into her touch.

“Please,” he rasped, his voice cracking. “I don’t want to hurt you.”

“You won’t,” she whispered. Her lips pressed against his forehead, soft and warm, and the beast inside him howled one last time before going silent.

The room fell still. The candles flickered, their flames dimming as the magic dissipated, leaving only the sound of their breathing in the heavy, smoke-filled air.

She didn’t move, her hands still cradling his face, her forehead resting against his. Her touch was grounding, a quiet reassurance that cut through the storm raging inside him. He felt the beast retreat, recoiling deep within his chest, its growls fading into silence.

“See?” she murmured, her voice barely audible. “You’re stronger than you think.”

Keisuke let out a shaky breath, his head dropping to rest against her shoulder. The shackles bit into his wrists, but the pain was distant now. All that mattered was the steady rhythm of her heartbeat beneath his cheek, the quiet proof that she was still here, still whole and unharmed.

“I don’t feel strong,” he admitted, his voice raw. “Not when it comes to you.”

Her fingers stroked through his hair, untangling the tension lingering within him. “And why is that?”

He hesitated, the words stuck in his throat. But there was no point in hiding it. Not from her.

“Because I’m not good enough for you.” His voice cracked on the confession, and he clenched his fists against the restraints. “Not like this. Not with what I am.”

The silence that followed felt heavier than any chain. He didn’t dare look at her, afraid of the answer he might find in her eyes.

But then her hand cupped his jaw, tilting his face up until he had no choice but to meet her gaze.

“Keisuke,” she said softly, and he hated how her voice trembled, how the tears in her eyes mirrored the ones burning in his own. “Am I good enough for you?”

His breath hitched, his mind reeling at the question. “What?”

She smiled softly, her thumb brushing against his cheek. “You hold yourself to a standard I never asked for. You think I need you to be perfect, but I don’t. I just need you to be you.”

Her words hit him like a blow, cracking something open in his chest. He felt the beast stir in response, not with anger or bloodlust, but with a quiet, humbled understanding.

“You are good enough,” she said firmly. “For me. For everything. And if I’m good enough for you, then stop fighting yourself.”

He let out a shuddering breath, his body going slack against her. The shackles, the chains, the weight of his own fear of the beast within—it all fell away.

For the first time in what felt like forever, he didn’t feel like he was battling himself.

“I’ll try,” he whispered. It was a promise, it was the first step.

Her lips brushed his forehead again, soft and lingering, and the words she whispered into his skin made his heart ache in ways he didn’t think it could anymore.

“I love you, Keisuke. All of you.”

[dathomirdumpsterfire]

[In-progress Obimaul, post TCW, updates tuesdays! New? Read the prequel "Desertification" on Ao3! 18+, Link at the end. ]

~~~~Chapter 9: Vacation Planning~~~~

He wakes, he fights, he rests.

He wakes, he fights, he gets up to eat, he rests again. 

He wakes, he fights, he almost manages to rest. 

He’s torn from the edge of sleep to fight, he rests again. 

He wakes, he fights, he gives the fuck up on further rest, staring in bleary confusion at the ceiling. Because it is pink. That is the wrong color for the ceiling to be. It should be… should be… 

'Come to me…'

… mother? 

'... Son of Dathomir, follow me…'

No. No! It is only the voices. There is no Mother to go to, only her empty sanctum, and he is determined to wean himself from its necessity. This task is not beyond him. He had not slept more than a few hours during a fortnight spent on the harsh surface of Mustafar, and again, when Sidious tested him against the army of assassin droids on Hypori. This present situation is far more draining than it is deadly. 

’Follow me…’

The pink cast to his vision is not going away. He had awoken to a headache during the previous attack and it is not going away either, the pulse of it behind his eyes is a continuous irritant. He squeezes them shut for the faint relief that pressure brings. 

A lazy sort of dizziness sways within him, in the flow of the force and the warm darkness behind his eyelids. Gravity twists sluggishly, focus eluding him just as keenly as sleep. These afflictions culminate in a relentless insomnia. Maul bares his teeth at the ceiling in a silent snarl of frustration.

’You should rest, brother.’

No.

’It is a hard trek through the swamps.’

No.

The voice shifts, rising in pitch and slowing in cadence. Mother, again. ’Now… sleep,’ she bids.

If only he had been-

Gentle fingers touch his horns and he whips around, hearts pounding. Had her spirit finally found the strength to..? 

Blue eyes and pale features meet his gaze, but the face before him is framed not in lines of black but a faded, bloody wine. 

Not his mother, just Vos, looking a bit shocked himself at Maul’s reaction. That expression quickly fades to… what is that? Something anxious, but milder. He squints at it irritably as a hand cups his shoulder and slides down his arm. Fingers squeeze his wrist.

“You look pained, my lord. What did you see?” 

He growls and sloughs flat onto his back again, palming his eyes as the headache spikes higher and vertigo swirls like mixing paint. The other man only shifts closer despite his silence. Cool fingers skim up his arm, tracing the edge of black along his collarbones. Solid. Real.

“Keep trying to rest, won’t you?” the man breathes, “Our little family is out hunting in your name. Save your strength for the time of action. I will remain at your side until then… if it pleases you."

Fingers brush his cheek and Maul gathers himself enough to snap at them, but Vos only dodges his teeth and makes an admonishing sound, amusement clear in the force. His touch wanders lower, stroking the markings down Maul’s chest and ribs instead. "Easy..." 

Oh, he should put holes in the man for this. For the presumption, for startling him, for the… the rest of it. A cool palm smooths over his skin, erasing the trails of fingers gone by, only to start anew on the fresh slate. He works up a growl, but between one scattered, irritable thought and the next it loses out against his state of being.  

Voices whisper at the edges of his perception. A low, metallic creak rumbles in his ears, emanating from somewhere inside the solid rock of his bedroom wall. A few breaths later, dripping water, landing in heavy, impossible plaps against his left temple in time with the ache pulsing through his skull. Vos’ wandering hand moves to his head again, dragging a long thumb claw along his forehorn. The ticklish vibration neatly drowns out a phrase of Mon Calamari opera music. It is overstimulating in its own way, but a few passes later the sensation of water drops ceases as well. 

Vos should not be encouraged so, but… he is a tangible presence, as opposed to the cloying sensation of the attacks. Or the phantom brush of ghosts. 

Weight and warmth, the sounds of calm breath and that singular heartbeat on the fringes of his perception. Vos’ senses may not be as sharp as Maul’s but he is far from inept. A pair of eyes and blades in the dark, their loyalty secured by spilt blood and greed. All of it offensive, yet it weighs on him like satiety, the fulfillment of a nightbrother’s instincts to have a bedmate dangerous enough to matter. 

Vos croons something he does not hear. Those cool, real fingers move back and forth across his pecs in a soothing rhythm, and soon enough he is gone. 

… and then he wakes.

"Mnnnnegh," Maul groans, sitting up as the threads start to spool. 

"Mmmn?" asks a lethargic voice to his left. 

"Hngh," he replies, dragging himself up and moving on autopilot for his mother's sanctum. 

The gossamer strings try to catch him, but readily slip away. He waits it out standing on the center circle, eyes closed and half awake. When the effort is done he meanders all the way back to his kitchen, and starts making a decanter of caf. It is late enough to be early, and that is good enough for him. Good enough for now.

Maul goes through the motions half aware with the same precision he would spare to a nightmagick ritual. Whole beans into the grinder, grounds into the filter, filter into the machine, clean water as well. Caf is brewed like the elixir that it is, and he stands to bear witness as it percolates. It would be any other morning on Dathomir for him, if only the stone countertop’s striations would stop flowing like lava. Tired lava, perhaps. The effect fades out after he digs his palms into his eyes and blinks a few times.

When Maul finds who is doing this to him he will need a bacta tank on hand so he can skin them more than once.

A carafe of warm beverage is prepared. Two clean mugs are procured. Cream. He has no taste for sweetness, but his guest does, and so he adds a tiny jar of nectar to the collection. 

Maul loads up a tray and carries the lot of it with the force, more steady with that than his current two feet. It drifts behind him down the hall and into the bedroom, where Vos is half lost in the pillows, sitting up and typing. 

"I have lovely news," the crime lord begins, far too chipper, "well, mostly lovely news. Though there is a complication." 

"Mnh," Maul grunts, setting the tray down on a carved shelf by the bed. He pours himself a cup with cream, and then fucks off to the canapé. 

"One of our agents has found a lead.”

Thank the fanged fucking god. “Mnn?”

Vos practically preens. “There's an extremely ancient sith temple under a jedi temple?” Vos says, tapping his elongated claw on his chin, brows raised as if that information was somehow provocative.

Maul grunts.

The other man rolls his eyes, presumably at the reticence. “Anyway, the whole thing appears to be dedicated to hiding secrets, finding secrets, numerology, mystical bonds, et cetera." 

The laggard sith snorts at the emphasis on 'under'. "Mnnss more common than you would think."

Vos smirks, inhales with a look of interest, then smiles winsomely as he points toward the freshly poured caf. "Some of that for me?"

Maul glares at him, then pointedly at the table next to him.

"Ah, wonderful!” the man says, helping himself, “As I was saying, the twin temples seem to be uninhabited and unopened for some time. No one knows how to open them… though I'm sure that won't be a problem for you?" 

"Hmn,” he replies. It was a stupid question. 

“Oh now this is interesting,” Vos continues, curled over his datapad like an oversized shrimp. "The temples are also quite elevated, and they seem to lack the usual pathways you'd expect. Stairs, causeways, and the like."

"Mnh."

"The only real issue here is that the location is technically a core world." 

Maul makes a face, then drags a hand down over it. A core world. Why.

When needs must, he speaks, "A risk, but not unthinkable. Although… a core world with an unopened temple? That does not add up.” Especially considering the jedi’s thirst to gather and restrict force knowledge at all costs.

The sith finds himself skeptical. Surely his former master would have conquered its challenges by now? His grandmaster had been voracious for secrets of the force as well. The odds…

Vos finally takes his first sip of caf, tsks and starts adding things to it. "Defenses, of course. Lethal ones. Impassable ones."

Expected, though… less common in jedi designs. "You are sure the temple above is a jedi temple? A force nexus of some kind?" 

"No?" the man offers with a flap of one hand and a shrug. "Maybe it isn't… but the pictures do look like one."

“Hmm.”

Vos tips him an inviting look over his caf. “Would you like to see?”

Maul stands with a sigh and goes to refresh his cup, then sits beside him. "Show me."

A few buttons are pressed, then the datapad is passed over to him. He takes it and starts swiping through the flat images. 

A massive stone tower, reaching up into the clouds of a mountain range. It sits perched over a sweeping river valley. The heights are like a fantasy castle, white stone and jade, windswept vine growth and gold filigree. The depths of it are a dark mirror, dripping stalactites and upside down bridges of obsidian. Silvery metalwork and amethyst beacons wind around its depths like musical bars. The pillar holding it all up looks unreal, alien, as if time had worn away the land but could not unmake that central piece. 

Where once there was a temple above and another below, now both are in the sky. 

The next image is a set of grand double doors with a mural of growing things, solid stone that presumably led into the temple above. 

Following that is a matching door, deeply recessed and foreboding. Its face is a smooth, featureless plain.

After these first few pictures are more, taken at range and with surveillance drones, capturing the various facades and designs of both structures. Or rather…

Maul explores them with his eyes. "I suspect this is only one temple. Where did you say it was?"

Vos sips his caf, seemingly satisfied now that he could not taste it over the nectar. "I didn’t. Hmm.. have you ever been to Palawa, my lord?" 

Maul hands the datapad back. 

"No," he says ponderously, "Perhaps it is time to change that."

The other man beams, his striations flaring pink with excitement. “I do love to travel.”

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Prompt #28: Deleterious

Dark sand crunched underfoot. With each step, he gasped for air, greedy breaths passing through his dry throat. His arm ached, tired muscles and scratched skin protesting as he lifted his sword for the millionth time. Steel flickered, rotten blood dimming its glint under the clouded sky. Bloated flesh and swollen joints succumbed with the barest effort. A decayed arm fell to the ground. Another flicker, and the rest of the body followed, black tar leaking from its severed neck. Locke stumbled past the fallen ashkin to meet its successor. Though his steps were clumsy, the dance continued. A line of dismembered partners stretched behind him, disappearing into the fog. He’d long since stopped trying to count them.

They were chaff. An unliving throng meant to deter intruders through numbers alone. There wasn’t a proper fighter among them. He cut this newest ashkin down, separating swordhand from wrist and head from neck, and pressed onward to do the same to the next. Again and again, until he stood alone, heaps of twice-dead corpses marking his path. “That’s quite enough damage, don’t you think?” a voice asked. Cordial and proper, but raspy. Its owner stepped forward, a wide yet hunched silhouette in the fog, leaning on a staff as long as he was tall. “I’ll have no soldiers left if you continue to rampage across my island.”

Locke set bleary eyes, blue and bloodshot, on the figure. “Swarmhas.”

“Aye. Why are you here? I hope you have a reason beyond your wanton massacre.”

“Looking for you,” Locke answered.

“Oh?” Dry and unsurprised. Even without a view of his face, his tone said enough.

“Need a weapon that can kill a legend called Odin.” Locke glanced toward the katana in his hand, the tar-like blood clinging to its blade evidence of its effectiveness. “Preferably this one, but stronger. Heard you're a magician. Old and powerful. Magic it up or whatever.”

Swarmhas was silent for some moments. Weighing his request, Locke hoped. But when the silence broke, it was with a brief bark of laughter.

“You can't best Odin. Not as you are, and certainly not alone.” The figure stepped closer. Locke saw dark, sunken eyes set in a sallow face. The Roegadyn smiled, black teeth between blue lips. “But you won't accept help, will you? It's meaningless if it's not you, and only you.”

Locke nodded. “Right.”

“Right,” he echoed drily. He turned and hobbled off into the fog, motioning for Locke to follow with withered fingers.

Locke complied.

“But that’s irrelevant,” Swarmhas continued without looking back. “It's a meaningless endeavor in its entirety. Whatever you're seeking, you won't find it with Odin. Nor with that Gelmorran ghost. Nor the vengeance-seeking viper, nor the wolfish wildling. Just as you didn't find it in Doma, or Dalmasca, or Bozja. Not even Garlemald sated you.

“Aren't you exhausted?”

“Chatty for a dead man,” Locke grumbled. But the words rang true, if not in the way Swarmhas intended. He removed a potion from his belt and downed it in one pull, ice cooling his throat and settling in his stomach. The aching in his muscles receded, and his steps quickened. “How do you know about all that anyroad? You been stalking me?”

“I possess a gift for opening people’s minds,” Swarmhas explained. His fingers tapped the side of his head, through long and wispy hair the color of moss. “Perhaps you could do it too, if you cared to learn.”

“Don't really see the point.”

“No, I don't imagine you would. You have other talents. Ah, here we are.” Swarmhas stopped their trek through fog and across sand at the mouth of a large tunnel, set in one of the island’s many stone outcroppings.

He stepped inside. Golden light spilled from the head of his walking stick, lighting up the passage.

Locke, still holding his bloody sword, followed.

They descended into the dark, wood and metal clicking against the floor. Droplets of water dripped from the ceiling in a sluggish, halting rhythm.

Swarmhas stopped only once they reached a cavern. It was something like a lair, Locke supposed, hosting a bed, a rickety wooden desk, and shelves laden with hefty tomes and jars and vials. Candles and torches scattered across the cavern flickered to life.

Swarmhas shuffled over to the desk and slowly lowered himself into the chair behind it. He motioned for Locke to take a seat on the bed, but Locke declined with a shake of his head. He leaned against the nearest wall instead.

“Now. I can't assist you with killing Odin, unfortunately. But,” he said, raising one finger, silently requesting Locke stow his imminent protests, “I can work some magic to help you on your other travels. For a price.”

Locke shrugged free of his pack and produced the solid gold bar from its wood and velvet box. He set it on the desk in front of Swarmhas for appraisal.

“How's that?”

“Worth a great deal, I imagine. But it's not enough.”

Locke frowned. “How? Twenty ponzs of gold should be more than enough.”

“Monetarily? Yes, you're correct. It will cover every reagent I could possibly need. But alas, I need a favor from you as well.”

Always with the swiving favors.

“Like what?” Locke asked, brow knitted, good hand on his hip.

“I've need of a hunter. It's an unusual target for you, but I believe you can handle it.” Swarmhas smiled. Maybe it was meant to be encouraging. With his drawn, almost skeletal features half-swathed in shadows cast by flickering flames, it was anything but.

“Depends,” Locke said slowly, drawing the word out. He already didn’t like this. “What is it?”

“A voidsent,” Swarmhas’ smile lingered, fixed into place, black teeth on full display. “The origin of my much-discussed curse. You’re going to storm its domain, as you’ve so destructively stormed mine, and free me.”

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The Long Ride Home

Team Formerly Known As Bunch O'doods

Chapter I

Contains: M / M, Trans / Cis, Size difference, Gnome x Half-Orc, Public sex, Implied M / F (bugbear x human), wow holy shit this is kinda romantic too wtf

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Short explicit fantasy story. A group of adventures flee and find themselves on a long ride home.

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Our group was exhausted, to say the least. All six of us barely managed to climb out of that cave. Leeto, our dwarven healer, carried the rescued prince with him. Fatin and Ilo guarded our rear as Vasil and I had the front. Melesina has already reached our carriage. The large drakes strapped onto it looked almost happy to see her.

The dark sky above us was almost welcoming compared to what we’d seen inside the cave. The cool night air felt good against my aching body.

Melesina was a good leader, her skills as a ranger had come in handy way too many times to count. Especially back in the cave. I gave the Abysmal Gale cave one last look in fear. The hidden entrance didn’t look like much now, but the memories of that place might haunt me for the rest of my life. Had I known what that place held within, I might not been so keen to take this job.

The prince had fainted and no wonder, I can’t judge him. The things those monsters did to him down there must left a pretty deep scar on his soul. Just the thought of it all made me shudder. As I spared my last thoughts to the man who had betrayed us, his horrified screams began to echo inside my head, I realized how not even he deserved what he got in the end.

I looked at the half-orc barbarian next to me. Vasil’s open wounds had healed nicely, almost making his pine-colored skin look like new, well, as new as someone his age could hope for. Life had certainly left its marks on him, but the look in his eyes showed his true nature; Rugged, but vigorous warrior, who had kept me and the others safe multiple times. Pale white tattoos covering his whole body told a story I had not yet been let in on. 

I had only been part of this group a little over a year and now they felt like a second family to me. Sure, at first we were all a little suspicious of each other, but what can you do when you need gold and the only ones willing to work with you are complete strangers. Well, not complete strangers, Fatin and Leeto had once been married, but now they were just friends. “A bugbear and a dwarf”, I thought to myself, “How did that even work?”

“You better catch up, little man,” Vasil joshed as he looked at me. He had dashed ahead, “.. Or are your itty bitty feetsies already tired?” 

I wished I could wipe that annoying smirk from his face with my fists.

“The others are well behind me! It’s on you if you get ambushed again!” I yelled back. In all honesty, I kinda liked our little banters. The big man had grown on me. He slowed down his pace and jogged next to me. His wide grin exposed his sharp canine teeth.

“We escaped,” the half-orc’s tone had changed suddenly, he sounded almost surprised.

“Yeah, barely!” I replied back, “All it took was Fatin almost dying and me actually dying to get out of there!”

“I know…” Vasil’s posture dropped as he answered. “You know, I…” he added before dropping whatever he was going to say. Part of me wished his worry had been born from something deeper than our friendship, but I quickly brushed that thought from my mind as we hurried to get as far as we could from that cave. 

“Hey, I might be small, but I have mass!” I laughed as I jiggled my bare belly. The things down there had gutted me, leaving me exposed, but thanks to Leeto, the only thing that was left of the massive wound was a faint scar. The armor I had worn had been expensive and losing it stung a little. 

My jiggling had made the half-orc let out a small laugh.

“Whatever you say, shrimp,” Vasil smirked as we arrived at the carriage. Melesina had already managed to get our drakes ready for travel and rushed for us to get inside. My short gnomish stature made it extra tough to climb inside, but I managed to pull myself in. 

The wooden coach-style carriage had two benches inside, both facing the front. The front bench used to have another one facing it, but we had to dismantle it a long time ago to make more room for loot. 

Quickly I realized there were too many of us.

“Uh, how are we gonna fit?” I asked and glanced at Vasil. On a good day, there was enough room for six of us, but now we had another person with us and he was unconscious. 

“Come here, stumpy,” Vasil said and pulled me with him to the back row. As he sat down he grabbed me by the waist and lifted me onto his lap.

“Now this is awkward,” I said flustered. A warm feeling began to spread around my cheeks and nose as I blushed.

“We can always switch,” Vasil laughed back, his hands firmly placed on my hips.

“No thank you, the thought of you on top of me is not something I’d care to experience.” 

Vasil’s smirk got even wider, “Oh, is that so?” he snickered and I only answered with a loud huff.

The others managed to squeeze themselves inside too. The unconscious prince was lying on the first bench with Leeto sitting next to him, taking care of his wounds and Ilo sat next to us. Fatin kept guard on the roof keeping Melesina company as she steered our reptilian steeds. There was hardly any room inside the cart, the left side of my body pressed against the gnoll’s coarse fur, while my back felt Vasil’s pounding chest. 

Just as we began to move, horrendous howls could be heard from the cave’s entrance. The sound of it felt like ice in my veins. Melesina urged the drakes to run and they didn’t seem to have any objections about that.

“Did you see what those things did to Lee’Roi?” Ilo next to me and Vasil asked with a whisper. The gnoll’s eyes were wide as plates and he looked like part of him was still in that cave. Leeto hushed him and prepared a brew of relaxing herbs for him. Ilo’s hands were trembling too much for him to take a sip, so I helped him to drink it. 

We traveled in complete silence after that. I zoned out a couple of times and every time I woke up, the world around us was still dark. It must have been hours since we left the cave, but Vasil’s hands were still around my plump hips. I could feel the tension radiating from his arms. I’m sure he hadn’t slept at all, unlike the gnoll next to us. Leeto’s herbs had worked as always and it looked like he was also taking a small nap after getting the prince stable.

I turned my head a little to look at Vasil. His gaze was somewhere far away.

“Hey, are you alright?” I whispered, careful not to wake up the others. My question seemed to finally bring him back into this world, “Me? Of course I am,” Vasil answered and squeezed my hips making me let out a sharp yip.

The others seemed to hear it but fell back to sleep quickly.

I glared at him as he began to smirk at me again.

“Fine,” I whispered, “I will show you!” 

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I knew I wasn’t his type, but I had seen him enjoying lap dances from tavern girls. I slightly shifted my position and began slowly to rotate my hips, grinding my rear into his groin. The tension in his arms grew even stronger.

“Caner,” I could his hot breath against my neck as he whispered my name. Vasil’s other arm dropped onto my thigh as I moved my hips.

“C” Vasil breathed, his voice now sounding like he was pleading with me to stop. 

The rough bumps on the road heightened the effect and I began to feel something hard press against my rear. With a smirk on my face, I stopped and whispered,

“That’s what you get for teasing me, it will take days to get to the nearest city and find relief for that!” 

Proud of myself I turned around and tried to see what was happening outside the carriage, but everything looked just dark. Fatin had lighted the torches on the sides of the cart, but only a little bit of the light got inside.

Then Vasil’s hand grabbed my thigh harder.

“I can get my relief here, little man,” he snarled quietly into my ear and suddenly pulled me closer. His ever-hardening manhood pressing firmly against my ass.

“Vas,” I whimpered, “You can’t…” before I could finish my sentence he pushed his other hand into my pants, groping my groin. Vasil lifted his hand from my thigh and began to rub my lower abdomen. Slowly my hips started to move again as his rough fingers found my clit. I could feel his quiet breaths next to my ear. The window next to us began to fog while the others around us slept tightly.

I lifted my body a little so Vasil could pull his thick veiny rod out. He slowly slid my shredded trousers to my knees and pulled my bare rear against his pulsing cock. The feeling of it made me let out a silent coo.

“I’ll show you teasing,” Vasil murmured and grabbed my large wrapped breasts with both hands. I could feel his rugged palms massaging them, his thumbs trying to find my hardening nipples hidden under the fabric. My constant grinding wet the tip of his member with my fluids. 

Suddenly the gnoll next to us shrieked, waking himself and our healer. Immediately, we stopped and stood still like we were two stone statues, Vasil dropped his hands over my lap, covering my naked body with them.

Ilo was panicking but seemed to relax a little bit as he realized where he was. Leeto reached over his bench and took his hand, reassuring the drugged gnoll with gentle words. Bewildered, we watched as the healer managed to calm Ilo down. When Leeto crouched back to grab something from his bag, Vasil’s hands returned to my hips, and he lifted me up. Without any warning, he thrusted his member deep into me. 

I screamed and both Leeto and Ilo turned to look at me. Not seeming to notice what had just happened. 

“S-So sorry, I- I’m fine,” I muttered as my cheeks got redder and redder. Vasil had managed to pull his cloak to cover my lower body, “I just got startled by a shadow, just do whatever you were going to..” I punched Vasil’s ribs with my elbow and he laughed playfully.

Tired or not caring enough Leeto made another herb drink for the gnoll, this time giving him the drink himself. Glancing behind me and Vasil, puzzled by the fogged window. As soon as Leeto got back to his seat and the gnoll started to snore again, the half-orc began slowly to bounce my body up and down, driving his thick member in and out of my now-wanting hole. My heart pounded in my chest as I tried to stifle my whimpers. 

The noise of the cart and the cloak over our laps suppressed some of the sounds our slapping skins made, but not all of it. Every time Vasil thought someone might have woken up, he stopped and shoved his poker-like hot cock deep within me. His flared tip spreading my insides like I’d never felt before. The constant bouncing and the bumps on the road forced me to grab the edge of the bench in front of us. Gently, Vasil bit my shoulder, pulling his member almost out, and whispered “You have no idea how long I've wanted this.”

My vision turned blurry and I gasped, with one long thrust he shoved his member back in and shot a large load inside of me. As his pulsing cock kept me tightly in place, my whole body trembled and I came, squeezing every bit of his seed into me, softening his member into a more manageable size. I leaned back, feeling his heaving chest underneath my head. Vasil’s bulky arms held me gently as we both drifted off.

I have no idea how long we were like that when I woke up to the sudden stop. 

“We’re resting here!” Melesina shouted from the outside, she jumped down and rubbed her behind, tired from the hours' worth of cart travel. Everyone inside the cart began to stir awake when I realized Vasil’s cock was still deep within me.

And it was still hard.

“Uh.. Vasil?” I asked and turned my head towards him, “Didn’t you..?” I nodded my head downwards.

“Hush, love. Just stay still,” Vasil muttered back half asleep. One by one the others left the carriage, not noticing what we had done. The woolen cloak on my lap was warm as the breeze of the night air poured in from the open door. Vasil’s held my belly with his right hand, keeping me steady.

Leeto and Fatin carried the sleeping prince out as the gnoll sat on the grass outside the carriage. They took their bags, faintly making small talk with each other and us, not once asking us to come out and help with the tents. When no one was watching and far enough, Vasil grabbed my sore breasts with one hand and pushed the other back into my pants. His finger slipped between my folds and began to circle my throbbing clit. Flirtatiously, he nipped and kissed my neck from behind.

“Vas, how are you still hard?” I demanded to know with a whisper.

“Haven’t you seen me on the battlefield? You know I can get up again and again when defeated,” he said as he gently bit my ear lobe, “... And I haven’t even been defeated yet.”

Vasil began to grunt as he slowly started to move again, pommeling his cock inside my pussy. The carriage door was open and had anyone outside taken even a small glimpse inside, they could have seen us. Vasil finally managed to slide his other hand inside my wrapped chest and pinched my nipple between his fingers.

“You’re such a good boy, Can,” he purred into my ear, brushing his lips against the skin. I leaned forward, giving him more room to move, feeling his huge balls slap into my rosy cheeks. The awkward position had me essentially in the air between the two benches, I almost fell, forcing Vasil to hold me by the waist, giving my sore nipples a rest. Despite his size, Vasil managed to get up, crouching his back so as not to hit his head into the roof of the cart. His movements became faster and faster as he stood behind me, holding me by the waist, my toes barely reached the bench next to me. I helplessly bobbed in his arms, whimpering in bliss.

The cum from before poured out and made a small puddle on the floor as he pistoned into me with force. Vasil’s movements made the carriage creak and slightly tilting it.

My fingernails must have scratched the wood beneath them when Vasil pushed his tip deep within, making me come again, my sudden tightness pressuring him to release his second load. The puddle beneath us grew even larger as his fluids dripped down my thighs. Breathing heavily, Vasil put me down on a bench and pulled his pants back up. He gave me one long kiss on my freckled lips, carefully caressing my hair, and then hopped happily down from the cart, leaving my naked and bare lower part to catch the breeze coming from the outside.

As soon as I had recovered from the abuse, I put on my clothes, wrapped Vasil’s cloak over my sore body, and left the carriage.

The drakes outside growled unapprovingly at me, maybe knowing what had happened or just unhappy about how the cart had moved mere moments ago.

The rest of the group had made a camp farther away, near a small stream, snuggly between a couple of fallen trees. Melesina shot me a curious look as I awkwardly walked near the just-lit fire.

“Long ride, eh?” She asked, nodding to herself, “My back hurts too, but I’m sure a good night's rest will make it better,”

“S-sure… It was a long trip,” I replied back, “If you don’t mind, I’m gonna hop into that stream and take a bath, cold water has always helped me with… This,” I said and Melesina nodded again.

Ilo was already fast asleep in his tent. Fatin collected firewood and Leeto tended the prince in his tent. Unsure where Vasil was, I shrugged and walked farther away from the campsite and the carriage. I found a perfect spot behind some tiny trees and bushes as the moon came from behind the clouds, showering me and my surroundings with its pale light.

I undressed in peace and stepped into the chilly water, the coldness of it giving me goosebumps. My breast ached from the daily wrapping and from the Vasil’s rough handling. I took long deep breaths and let the night air fill my lungs. The current was weak, but the stream itself was surprisingly deep. I let my body gently float in the middle of it and watched the shimmering stars above me. 

Things had gone from worse to something completely different. Sure, I enjoyed Vasil’s company and MAYBE I had a crush, but what we did tonight wasn’t part of my plans. I didn’t know if this was a one-time thing like it usually was for me, but Vasil’s words had stuck themselves into my brain.

You have no idea how long I’ve wanted this” and “Hush, love.”

Certainly, he couldn’t be serious.

Right?

When visiting big cities, he visited brothels, well as did I, but still that’s not the point. The point was who he laid with. When he chose a companion, they were usually as tall as him and a lot thinner than me. Yet, now he had fucked my short plumpy body like he was a hippogriff during the spring season. 

I let the back of my head drop below the surface, the soft white noise of the water felt calming, clearing my mind from silly thoughts. 

As soon as I felt a presence somewhere in the edge of my mind I lifted my head up and turned to face the shore. There he was, Vasil, standing butt-naked and trying to enter the water, shyly dipping his toes into the cold water before backing off.

I let out a loud laugh, “Are your hugesie mucksie feetsies cold?”

“Shut up,“ Vasil yelled back, “You know I’m not from around!” his words made me laugh again. I swam a little bit closer but still kept my distance.

“You wouldn’t last a day where I come from!” I taunted him back, secretly admiring his naked body. The moonlight made his tattoos glow brightly blue, I had only seen it a couple of times before, and of course, I had made fun of him, saying he looked like a tall stick of faery light, but in truth, it actually looked quite beautiful. The pale moonlight hid his blushing cheeks as he tried to find the courage to enter the water.

“Jump in already, greenie!” I dared Vasil, and to my surprise he took one last look and dived straight in, making a huge wave. I couldn’t see him anywhere and I was unsure if he had hit his head on a rock when I felt something grab my ankle and pull me under. As soon as I surfaced back up I heard Vasil howl in laughter. Where I had to float, he could easily stand, the water only reaching his chest. His laughter turned into silence as he looked at me, his lips slightly shivering from the cold. He had wrapped his arms around himself.

Neither of us said anything for a while. The night was filled with sound, but those sounded like they were coming from the distance. 

“So, I…” The half-orc said as he turned his gaze away from mine.

“I told Melesina we’d take the first watch,” he said, looking at the small ripples around him.

“Oh, good,” I added, letting the silence fall between us again. I studied the curls on his chest, looking at the glowing tattoos underneath. Following the swirling symbols all the way up. The tattoos had to go under his hair, I thought, I could still see the faint glow beneath his braided dark hair. Vasil usually kept his hair very neat, saying that if he didn’t keep it braided, it would be everywhere and I saw it now. Today’s action had made it slightly messy and some curly strands poked from the braids. As I was lost in my thoughts, I realized he was looking at me, staring at me with a serious look on his face.

“Listen,” he said, “What happened tonight…” He stuttered as he said each word, nasty feeling began to creep into my guts.

“We can forget it!” I exclaimed, stopping him from saying it first, “I mean, I have already forgotten it, I have no idea what is going on and we’re just two friends…”

“...Naked…” I added, averting my eyes from his.

“... And that’s it,” My words must have hit something deep within him because his face turned dark. He tightened his lips before he asked.

“Do you want to forget it?”

Vasil’s question made me freeze. Sure, the water was cold, but I was used to it. I never liked conflict and bringing up personal things just wasn’t for me. It was easier to disregard such feelings.

“No. No, I enjoyed it, but I’m not sure if I can give you anything deeper than that.” The words escaped from my lips before I could deny them. There was a glimmer in Vasil’s eyes, but he didn’t say anything else. He stepped closer and pulled me against his chest. Vasil’s deep green eyes stared right into mine as his soft lips pressed against my own. I could feel my toes curl and dragonflies enter my stomach as we were locked in place under the moonlit night.

Our tender moment was halted when I felt something poking my belly.

“By the gods! How can it still do that! This water is cold!” I yelled and splashed some water on his face. Vasil laughed nervously before saying.

“I suppose you have that effect on me…” he rubbed the back of his neck timidly.

His answer made me blush again. 

“Can it wait until our watch turn is over?” I asked, teasing his member softly with my fingers, his embarrassment turned into a grin as he replied back.

“We’ll see, stumpy. We’ll see.”

We washed ourselves, got out of the water, and began to dress, neither of us saying anything, only giving each other small glances and smiles when we made our way back to the camp. Fatin was the first one to spot us, he immediately went into his tent, giving us a small wave for good night. Melisina looked very tired as she tended the flame, happy to finally see us.

“Good, you’re here. I’m sharing my tent with Fatin since Leeto’s with the prince. I suppose since you have the first watch, you’ll share one too?” She asked and Vasil nodded back.

“You can go to sleep, we’ll take it from here,” he added and Melesina crawled into the tent with Fatin.

We sat together on the same toppled tree. As usual, Fatin had placed protective sigils all over the camp to alert us from intruders, but keeping watch was still important during the nights outside of the towns and cities. The tents were placed apart from each other and farther away from the campfire to make sure no one could ambush all of us at once. The crackling fire felt warm against my still-wet skin and I gently put my head against Vasil’s arm, his arm finding its place again on my thigh.

Behind us, we began to hear quiet shuffles, someone was moving inside the tent Melesina and Fatin went into. We both turned to look and watched as the tent behind us rustled and shifted from the movement. 

Then we heard it.

Quiet moans and sighs joined the crackling dance of the fire before us.

Right away, we turned our heads back and stared at the fire. Unable to think what was happening in the tent behind.

“Huh, who would have guessed,” Vasil whispered carefully.

“I didn’t know a human woman would have the hots for a bugbear,” I said as the moans behind us hastened.

“Which one is topping?” Vasil asked and answered his own question in the same breath as me.

 “Melesina.”

We both snorted and laughed, thinking of ourselves to be the funniest men in all of  Caloita.

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As our laughter got quieter, Vasil grabbed my breast and fondled it gently through my clothes. This time finding my nipples was easier for him, since I had not wrapped them after our swim. His large thumb circled my hardened teat as he rubbed his groin with his other arm. My breaths shallowed when a tingly feeling spread all over my body. The moans from the tent aroused me and heat began to build between my thighs.

“We were supposed to do this after our watch,” I managed to whisper between my gasps.

“Don’t you worry about it,” Vasil reprimanded me tenderly and knelt before me. His strong hands spread my legs apart and began to undo the cord on my waistband. I lifted myself up as he slid my pants down yet again and buried his face into my groin. Vasil’s pierced tongue gave my wanting clit forceful licks as I held my right hand on top of his head, tightly gripping onto a bunch of his braids. Slowly I swayed my hips back and forth when his finger found the hole between my folds. 

The moans behind us had gotten louder, lost in the passion and not caring if anyone heard them. Vasil’s fingers did not have the same girth or length as his cock, but their dexterity found other places to poke at. The pressure made me whimper as the warmth of the campfire kindled my body. My back arched as the first wave of pleasure hit me, my loud cry did something to Vasil and he quickly got up, lifted my body, and laid me on my back over the tree trunk.

“Damn you, gnome!” He hissed, “Every time I hear that sound I just want to plunge myself into you!” With his barbarian fury, he dropped his pants and thrusted his already hard member towards my lips, forcing himself in. Vasil’s thick member filled my mouth completely and I could feel every vein with my tongue. Without giving me any time to adjust, he began furiously thrusting himself into my mouth, my gurgles only making him move faster with each push. My attempts to breathe through my nose were futile as his thick sheat forced itself down my throat making my small throat bulge from the size.

Vasil’s hands grabbed the bark on my sides, sinking his claws deep into the wood and I desperately clinged on to them. Vasil’s raging thrusting made the trunk move from the force just like in the carriage. The lack of air and arousal made my mind go blank and my eyes rolled back as the saliva from my mouth dripped down.

The moans behind us got louder and then ceased, leaving only my smothered cries and Vasil’s loud grunts in the air. His hammering into my mouth seemed never-ending, his throbbing balls smacking against my face, pulsing with gushing seed. With an intense roar, his cock slammed deeply into me and he released his third load, deep enough to force me to swallow the thick cream. 

Vasil’s stamina was finally used and he collapsed next to the trunk, caressing my weary head as I swallowed the last drops, finally managing to breathe. The racket had awoken Leeto, and came over to the fireplace, rubbing his tired eyes.

“What happened?” he asked, not seeing my naked lower body facing away from him. Only seeing my tired, drooling face.

“Don’t worry, I just burned myself,” Vasil answered wearily, waving his hand to make the healer go back to sleep.

“Uh-um, why is your cock out?” Leeto queried, still unable to put the pieces together, he was a good healer, just not a very smart one.

“Well, can you guess what I burned?” Vasil grunted back. Sudden realization spread on Leeto’s face as he thought the half-orc had just somehow burned his dick.

“Oh, uh… Come to me if you need any balms for that,” Leeto mumbled as he trailed off back to his tent.

“I think I've done enough coming tonight,” Vasil replied, making me chuckle. I gathered the last of my strength, pulled myself up and sat next to the tired orc. Clasping his hand to my own.

“So, hey… Is this gonna happen every day from now on?” I asked, half kidding, wiping the drool from my face.

“Well, usually I can go for a couple more rounds before getting tired, but today’s battle took a lot out of me.”

“Huh…” I gulped, thinking about tomorrow. After pondering it for a while I turned to him and said “I think it might work,” My answer made the half-orc chortle.

“You sure about that?” He asked and looked into my eyes, his own eyes smiling.

“Didn’t I tell you, I’m pretty sturdy,” I said, pulling him closer for a kiss. His lips were still moist from my fluids and I tenderly teased his tongue with mine. Circling his piercing with the tip of my tongue.

“Don’t you dare,” Vasil said, sounding slightly frustrated. 

“Maybe I have more stamina than you,” I smirked yet decided not to bother him for the rest of the night. Side by side we watched the flames before us, tending them every now and then, not forgetting to check our surroundings. A couple of hours passed when Melesina and Fatin finally got up, acting like nothing had happened between the two. Melesina scolded us for not waking them sooner, but we thought they deserved the rest.

Vasil crawled into the tent first, leaving me to summarise what had happened during our watch, of course leaving some details out, letting them know everything had been calm and we didn’t hear anything strange. I retired to our tent next to Vasil, who snagged my small body tightly in his arms. Caressing my neck with his lips, while whispering sweet nothings into my ear. Vasil’s hands gently massaged my lower back and shoulders, knowing they’d been strained. His rough banging and gentle aftercare put together a very contradicting image.

I spun around and looked at him. Vasil looked happy like a huge weight had been lifted from his shoulders, I mean, I certainly had felt the size of loads.

 I smiled back, kissed him once more, and cuddled firmly against his warm chest, falling asleep satisfied. 

[kittencombat]

Obsessed with this art and wrote a little fic to go along with it 💖 Thank you @gozoakarte for the oodles of inspiration! Their patreon is the best investment I've made in months and always feeds the bloodweave brain 🙏

Originally posted on my Bluesky, apologies for any wonky formatting!

It had been an unnecessarily loud evening.

Astarion had found a bear to feed from—at least that’s what his raucous laughter and gleeful slurring had told him from across the campfire. They’d known he was a vampire for hardly two days (well, the rest of them, Gale had his suspicions since the moment he saw those canines), and yet Astarion already felt comfortable enough to bare his fangs freely and brag about his prey.

It was… unsettling.

That was surely the feeling roiling in Gale’s stomach. The natural, human instinct for self-preservation, to pull away lest he end up his new acquaintance’s aperitif.

“Well, since we all seem more than sated, I’ll be retiring for the evening.”

There’s a small chorus of noises both polite and uncaring, which he supposed was to be expected. He turned on his heel, only to hear Astarion call out to him with a lilting tease.

“Forfeiting your place by the fire, wizard?”

He hadn’t even realized. But he’d be loathe to admit that his retreat was anything but tactical. “I can’t imagine I would get much sleep out here.”

Gale can hear Astarion’s smirk. “Pity.”

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Sleep is fitful, when it finally comes.

It starts with her, of course, because it always does. Hope turned hell turned shame that climbs the column of his throat with greedy, lilac vines. An all-consuming ache that rots him from the inside-out.

Then, the squirming tadpole bores itself behind his eyes, and he can almost feel that it knows he’s dreaming of it. It wriggles awfully, preening under his attention even if it’s not by choice.

“Pity,” A voice echoes, lingers, curls its claws into the soft flesh of his sides. Gale shudders, but there’s nowhere else to go. If he arches any higher, he’ll feel the fanged smile dig into his skin.

There’s already something—someone’s blood dripping from his porcelain canines. His stomach churns, heavy with jealousy, and Gale whines. “Astarion—“

He feels his feet thrash against the bedroll. He’s burning up, he thinks, and Astarion is the flame. “Are you curious, darling?” Gale’s head is swimming. It’s barely words. “How it feels?” Teeth, thoughts, “Or maybe… how you taste?”

The flush of heat pulls him under, skims a hand beneath his waistband.

He’s already hard.

One stroke turns into another, then a half a dozen. He doesn’t hear the tent flap open. Doesn’t hear the laughter until it carves through the heady, heavy dream, and a cold palm splays against the hollow of his throat.

Gale recoils, but Astarion has already caught him in the act.

“You were dreaming so loudly, darling.” He moves—slithers, more like—until his limbs unfurl to pin Gale back against the bedroll. Flashes him a grin, and Gale’s heartbeat jumps. “I thought perhaps I’d make a few of them come true. How does that sound?”

Gale doesn’t know what to think. He doesn’t think at all, not really. But Astarion must find his answer wriggling between their tadpoles, because his fangs replace his fingers at the center of Gale’s collarbones.

He takes a shuddering breath. Astarion huffs a laugh before he begins to trace the bladed edge slowly along his skin. Gale lets his eyes fall closed again and just feels.

It starts above the orb, the barely-there touch of teeth. He traces along one wisping line until he’s notched just so along the juncture of Gale’s neck.

“A matching pair, how about it?”

Gale whines. His cock aches, but there’s no way to stroke himself without Astarion knowing. Astarion mouths playfully higher, a sweet pink scrape, but the bloom of pain is immediately salved by the strange coolness of Astarion’s cheek.

Finally, his fangs come to rest above the rabbit-thump of his pulse. Gale can’t help it—he’s caught between his fear and his arousal, and the man at the center of both must feel his every whimper.

And it’s… careful.

Almost as if Astarion waits for permission before he sinks his teeth into his skin. Deft fingers wrap around Gale’s wrist, nails trailing through the downy hair below his navel. His chest aches with perilous feeling, the orb—

The orb.

“Ah—Astarion…” His voice is hardly more than a whisper, rough with sleep and want, “Wait a moment, wait, you—I can’t. It isn’t safe.”

“Gale, didn’t you hear? I took on a bear, I hardly think—“

Gale finds his strength, and wrests himself up to face Astarion head-on. The other man seems… less than enthused. Frustrated, even. It’s a strange crack in his composure.

Did he want a taste so badly?

“A... kiss, then.” Gale isn’t sure why he suggests it. Or why Astarion draws close again, fangs bared as he lingers just a breath away.

It is a quick, chaste thing. A brush of chapped skin, fumbling in the dark. And yet Gale’s heart is pounding in his ears.

Astarion scoffs, quietly. “Is that all?”

“I… think it ought to be.”

There’s a moment of quiet. A chance to reconsider. But when Gale doesn’t, Astarion quickly moves to leave him.

“Well. Do try to keep your thoughts to yourself next time, darling.”

Gale chokes on his laugh. “I will do my best. My sincere apologies if I interrupted your revelry.”

Astarion waves off the remark, but it is clear that he looks at him different than he had before.

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The night air is colder now.

Astarion finds himself unsettled by the feeling that has rooted in his chest. He tries to rub away the lingering thought of him from his lips, and slices through a knuckle in his haste. 🩸🔮

muah muah

[shoutogepi]

First Time BJ HC’s

with Bakugou, Kirishima, Shinsou, & Todoroki

𝐠𝐞𝐧𝐫𝐞 : [  ✘ 𝐧𝐬𝐟𝐰 (𝟏𝟖+) ] smut!

𝐡𝐜 𝐩𝐫𝐨𝐦𝐩𝐭 : how would they act while receiving head for the first time?

𝐚𝐮𝐭𝐡𝐨𝐫’𝐬 𝐧𝐨𝐭𝐞 : i don’t usually mention this but i did wanna say that they’re all 18+, AS THEY ARE IN EVERYTHING I WRITE. also please minors stay aWAY. LEAVE NOW PLEASE i am begging you. 

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𝐛𝐚𝐤𝐮𝐠𝐨𝐮 💥

surprisingly vocal and loud about it!! omg this mf... your panties are def gonna be drenched after giving him head.

fists your hair and shoves your head down, choking you with his dick. he’s just really eager and excited to finally have your mouth on him!! 

lost in the pleasure of it all. so he lets his guard down and ends up making mouth-watering noises for you to indulge in while you service him. 

LOTS of grunts and whispered curses under his breath. 

probably lasts like 5 mins but only because he’s battling himself not to bust every 15 seconds. 

when he does come, he pulls out and paints it across your face. honestly, he’s been dreaming about doing exactly that ever since he first saw you. 

yeah, he knows he’s nasty lol...

asks you if he can take a pic for his spank bank when he’s done. 

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Your tongue glides across his hot length, lapping at the bulging veins that line the underside of his shaft. As your lips make their way to the base of his cock, he lets out a gravely moan and your eyes roll back at the sound of it, ignoring the dull ache that’s begun to form at the back of your throat. 

“Deeper, Princess...” the blonde grunts, his hips shifting up so the swollen head of his cock nestles deep into your wet mouth. “Fuck yeah.” 

He pants, vermillion orbs glaring down at you as he lets you off his lap and you sputter for air. The sight of your saliva stringing out between your parted lips and his slick cock makes him ache. Even without your mouth on him, he feels just as hot, like no matter what you do, he gets closer to coming with every second of you on your knees in from of him. 

It’s not long before Bakugou’s deciding you’ve had enough air, slapping his girth against your lips. He swears as your tongue pokes out to trace the ridge of his heavy cock head, the muscle lashing out to caress his skin and take him into your mouth again. 

“Shit, oh my fucking god— fuck—” His grip on your locks tightens as you hollow your cheeks and suck on him, salty pre-come dripping down the back of your tongue. 

Your thighs push together as your core drools for him, his moans clouding your thoughts as you move your neck to pump faster. His balls tighten and the feeling in his stomach sharpens, thighs twitching beneath your splayed fingers. 

“Nnn— no baby, slow down, slo—” You don’t pay him any mind, twirling your tongue extra hard against him as you push him to the back of your mouth. “Fuck!” He moans as he shoves you off him, his cock leaving your lips just fast enough for his release to spray over your cheeks and across one eye. His legs don’t stop shaking even as his cock ceases gushing, his hand coming to cradle the back of your head and smear the white liquid across your lips. 

He groans as your tongue wanders out to meet the digit, cleaning his essence from your mouth with a coy smile. His gaze burns down into yours, desire still simmering in his bright irises. 

“That was fuckin’ hot, Princess,” he commends, watching his come trickle down your face before his fingers reach for his phone. “You’ll let me snap a pic, yeah baby?”

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𝐤𝐢𝐫𝐢𝐬𝐡𝐢𝐦𝐚 🧱

attempts to be really manly about it but just like bakugou, he cannot shut up about how good it feels. vocally admires you the whole time.

he was hesitant to let you go down on him in the first place, because to him, sex should revolve around your pleasure.

so when you told him that making him feel good in turn makes you feel good, he shuts up and pulls his pants down real quick LOLL.

praises you the whole time, treats you like a goddess and he’s your loyal worshipper.

he doesn’t really know what to do with his hands so he alternates between stroking your hair/chin and covering his face when he’s sure he’s making an obscene expression (although fails to actually hide said expressions from you, much to your delight).

when he’s about to come, he gives ample warning and makes sure to ask  where you want him to finish. 

hot and respectful experience, 10/10.

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Kirishima throws his head back as he moans, his fingers slipping through the hair at the crown of your head. “That feels so, so good baby girl...” His other hand curls into a fist atop his thigh, which tenses as your nails scrape down the inside of it. 

You look up at him through your lashes, tongue following the thick ridge on the bottom of his length. Fitting him in your mouth is a feat of its own, his cock rock-hard and thicker than you expected between your lips. Connecting gazes with him, you watch as his sharp teeth dig into his bottom lip, his hand slipping from your head to shield the lewd look twisting his features. You can feel your cunt warm at the sight of his furrowed brow and hanging jaw, his ragged panting only egging your ministrations further.  

“What about this, Kiri?” You spoke against his shaft, lips moving across the slick skin and moving to swirl your tongue around his thick head. 

“That’s—” he cuts himself off with a moan when you suck on his sensitive member, sliding half his cock into your warm, wet mouth. “God, you’re amazing!” 

You hum, satisfied with his answer. But that only makes his moans louder, his fingers tugging at the roots of your hair again. Your free hand caresses his heavy sack, thumb rubbing over his soft skin and squeezing ever so slightly. 

Kirishima whimpers your name, forcing your eyes to meet his crimson gaze once again. He looks absolutely wrecked, lips parted and hot puffs of breath escaping as his chest rises and falls quickly. “I’m really close, baby girl... where do you want me to..?”

All he receives is a flirty wink in response before you continue your movements, and he doesn’t bother to hold back the moan nor the desperate expression that crosses his handsome features. After a few moments of going to work his hips begin to shuffle under you and he tenses, and you open your throat and allow him to push his cock into your mouth on his own accord. 

“Holy shit!” He cries as he comes down your throat, his hot spend warming your body as your tongue pets his cock, waiting for him to fall from his high. “You’re so beautiful, baby girl,” he murmurs once he’s done, pulling you up for a passionate kiss. 

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𝐬𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐬𝐨𝐮 🔮

tries to keep his cool and succeeds... for the most part. 

sits back and lets you do your thing, eyes never leaving you for even a second. 

he has a pretty dick and acts like he knows it, but it looks so, so much better slipping in and out of your mouth.

gently fucks your face. he likes having you take your time, which is also why he lasts longer than you were expecting. nothing crazy tho prob like 10 mins max HAHA.

he bites his lip to keep the noises in so he’s no where near as loud as the others... but when the occasional moan does slip out, it makes it only that much better. 

combs his hands through his hair a lot. also thinks about how he’s gonna reciprocate this great favor once you’re done...

oozes a lot of pre throughout the whole ordeal but he actually doesn’t taste too bad?? magic man. comes on your tongue and demands you hold it there for a second before you swallow. o.o

after everything’s done he’s shocked that he was able to control himself so well lmao

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“Fuck...” Shinsou breathes the swear out lowly, brow twitching while his rough fingertips glide through his indigo locks. He would smirk at the purr that rumbles through your body at his praise, but your mouth sinks down to the base of his cock and his teeth push deep into his bottom lip instead. 

Violet eyes fixate on your mouth, the way your slobber glistens and trails behind your lips with each purposeful movement of your neck. He wants to allow his eyes to roll into his skull as his swollen head presses against the back of your throat, but he forces his gaze to remain on you, determined not to miss a single second of the show. 

His fingers curl into his roots as your tongue swipes against his flushed skin, allowing a quiet groan to escape as you repeat the movement. Briefly he wonders how you can be so good at this, how he feels like he’s been on the edge of his orgasm for the past five minutes and somehow he’s loving every second of your heavenly torture. 

He licks his lips as your mouth leaves his cock and he watches the strands of saliva that connect the two, how your lips curl into a confident smile as your eyes meet his. Tracing your tongue along the side of his cock up and down, then sucking and nibbling at the same skin immediately afterwards. Another groan tumbles out of him, his hand flying to your hair and tugging your head up so that his erect cock rests against your sealed lips. 

You keep his gaze as your tongue wanders out and pets his head, then slipping the length back into your hot mouth as far as you can. Shinsou lets out a particularly heavy breath at the action, his hips jerking up gently so he pushes all the way into your throat. It’s easy to find a rhythm for the both of you, and for the first time, he lets himself close his eyes and become lost in the feeling of your mouth on him. 

“Just like that, kitty... that’s it, good girl...” He starts to grunt and grow louder as he reaches the cusp of ecstasy, still pushing his cock in between your lips until the feeling becomes too much to hold back anymore. “Hold your tongue out.” 

Following his instruction, your pink muscle is covered in white as he comes, some dripping down your tongue and disappearing down your throat. He strokes himself through it, dipping his thumb in the puddle of his seed after he’s finished before he pushes the finger back and you wrap your lips around the digit as you swallow everything. 

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𝐭𝐨𝐝𝐨𝐫𝐨𝐤𝐢 ❄️

poor baby, he is sooo flustered and reactive. almost catches on fire a handful of times. 

not super vocal at first but he pants a lot and every time you go further down on him, his breath catches in his throat.

speaking of preTTY DICKS!!!!! he has the prettiest. 

honestly he doesn’t last very long. he just is so sensitive bc he’s never had anything so warm and wet and gorgeous near his cock before. and he prob doesn’t jack off as often as the others so there’s that too.. 

he doesn’t have a clue what to do with his hands, very similar to kirishima in the way that his fingers are either touching you or masking the bottom of his face. he keeps his eyes on you most of the time though, taking mental pictures— hell, a mental video— and frying it into his brain. 

warns you when he’s getting close, moans increasing in depth, frequency, and volume. he’s so head over heels for you that just holding your gaze brings him even closer to the edge. 

doesn’t care where he comes, but seeing his spend on your face does things to him... 

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Dual-colored eyes pierce into yours as you hollow your cheeks, wet tongue flush to the delicate skin of his aching member. Shouto’s hand lands over his mouth, long fingers stretching across his face as his brows scrunch beneath his silky locks. A harsh breath falls from his lips as your mouth drops down to the base of his throbbing cock. His contoured abdomen quivering underneath your fingers as he draws in another shaky breath, you savor how his gaze is locked on your tongue snaking around his wide shaft. 

“Ahah~ that feels—” he sucks in between his clenched teeth, fingers on his other hand carding through the hairs falling around your face. “Incredible, angel.” His sock-clad toes curl and drag through the carpet beside your knees, your nails digging into the ample muscle that lines his thighs. The action elicits a broken gasp which in turn makes you moan around his rosy cock. 

His hips buck up and shove his length into your throat even deeper at the vibrations, only making him sigh deeply with bliss. You gag and sputter around him, your throat tightening and forcing another heavy huff from his lungs. He allows you to come up for air, feelings mixed about how the sight of you struggling to breath makes him ache for you even more. 

“Don’t stop, love...” he mumbles, barely cognizant as his head spins, your lips sliding around him and answering his plea instantly. His hand curls around the back of your head, loosely guiding your strokes and forming a makeshift ponytail that keeps most of your hair out of the way. “You look so pretty like this, oh god...” 

The number of grunts and moans floating out of him increases as you find a steady tempo to bob your head to, his fist in your hair allowing your movements to speed up. You can feel him gradually tensing, his pants becoming more breathless and desperate, little pleas falling from his lips as his voice turns more gruff. 

“I’m gonna come,” he cautions abruptly, digits pulling at your roots tighter, his other hand flying up to push his own hair back from his forehead as the pressure builds within him. His frantic gaze meets your calm one, his face contorting with the increasing pleasure. “W-Where should I— Fuck, love— agh, God, I— I’m—” 

His body trembles as he falls over the edge, orgasm wracking through him as thick ribbons of white shoot onto your chin, your hand stroking his slick length as you guide him through the haze of euphoria. He comes a good amount, especially when you stick the head of his cock back inside your mouth and happily allow the last few spurts to coast down your throat. 

   ─── ・°* ﾟ✧:* • ｡ﾟ:*･☽･*: ｡ﾟ•*:✧ ﾟ*°・ ───

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(ᇴ‿ᇴ) ahh i love smut.. lol lmk why i made toshi so daddy tho tfff 

[feleon]

Hands On p. 1/2

Hands On: Nurse!Leon x Patient!Reader

Nurse!Leon Headcanons

PART 2

The sun had already said its goodbyes for the days hours ago, and you were cleaning up after dinner when a sharp, aching pain hit you in your torso.  You kneeled to the floor as you couldn't muster the ability to stand.  

  You glance at the clock.  How late was it, why is this bullshit happening now?

  8pm.  The clinics were all closed right now.  You tried to let it pass, gritting your teeth through it for an hour but to no avail.  Your muscles felt like they were 

  Your only option was the hospital.  There was no one to drive you, so you grab your keys and booked it grandma speed to the local emergency room, hobbling up to the secretary at the desk when you arrived.

  "My chest is killing me, it's been twisting me from the inside for an hour!"

  She nonchalantly looked up from her desk, tapping the sign in sheet and motioning for you to take a seat in the lobby.  She was completely blase about the world around her, you wondered how she treated a severe emergency situation, if she carried herself with the same cadence she did now.

  You took a seat in the hard, uncomfortable chair and turned to the news.  You wondered to yourself why they had the news running, as if people waiting in the ER needed more bad news and energy in their life.  You tilted your head back against the cool window behind you as your name was called.

  "Right this way!"

  You were guided to a small room, and as soon as you entered your escort had left.  On the bed was a pair of scrubs and a urine cup with no further instruction.  Since you weren't a juvenile, you took it upon yourself to just finish the process, changing in the bathroom and providing a sample, clean catch be darned.

  The woman who escorted you later came to retrieve the sample, completely oblivious to the fact she hadn't given you any instruction and you basically had to carry her.

  "Your nurse will be in shortly to do your admission."

  Aaaaand she was our just as soon as she came in.

  You waited on the cot, reading the signs hanging up on the wall that pharmaceutical companies definitely paid for, once again laying your head back as you waited, unable to sleep from the ever-present aching.

  As you tried to drift off, your sleep waas interrupted by footseps and a scratch of writing on the bedside board.

  "Good evening, my name is Leon and I'm going to be your nurse this evening.  Let's get started by getting those vital signs.  Then I'm going to draw your blood, set up an IV, and we will do an EKG.  Just routine testing for chest pain.  You know, chest pain generally indicates a heart attack, but many people confuse what chest pain really is."

  You felt like you were going to have a heart attack, your nurse was fine as fuck.

  A suave, bulky blonde man with fitted scrubs was attaching a cuff to your arm, and an oximeter to your finger.

  "I like to get my readings manually,  more accurate that way." 

  You were glad he was focused on the meter, because if he looked you in the eye you knew you couldn't hold that gaze.  Once he finished listening to your blood pressure, he palpated your pulse, his touch was gentle.

  "Your readings are within normal range, let me listen to your heart."

  He slowly pulled down your gown.

  Oh fuck oh fuck oh fuck.  You began to panic.  The cool bell of the stethoscope was warmed by your hot skin, as your temperature rose with your anxiety.

  "Oh, your pulse is racing now.  Your heart sounds normal, I don't hear any extra sounds or rubs.  I just see some slight palpitations.  I understand you're nervous, but I'm here with you."  He coaxed you with his sweet tone, grabbing your hand in his, rubbing his thumb over yours.

  "I'm going to draw some labs and hook you up to some fluids, if you are nervous it may help you to look the other way while I insert the needles."

  He was coaching you through the process, extending your arm and palpating for a vein.  His soft, blonde bangs obscuring his eyes as he scanned your forearm for a good spot.

  "You're antecubital looks good, I'm going to go there."

  His smile was melting you inside.

  He applied the tourniquet and with a quick pinch your blood began to flow through the tubes.  The vials filled quickly and the needle was quickly released from your arm.  However, you winced as you felt a second pinch as he anchored your IV.  It didn't take him long to secure it, as he tapped your arm to let you know he was done.

  "Good girl.  Now let's get that EKG done."

  Good girl?  

  He must think you're febrile with how red your face was turning.

  He lifted more of your gown, exposing your chest.

  "Alright sweetheart, this isn't going to hurt you when they com eoff either, I'm just placing some stickers so we can attach the leads.  This allows us to get a good look at different angles of your heart and see your rhythm.

  Sweetheart?

  His technical skills made the whole process painless, but his presence definitely left you too nervous to speak.  As he was performing the EKG he asked you the general assessment questions.  Allergies, medical history, family history, medications, etc.  He also seemed interested in your life, not just to help you relax but out of a genuine care for his patients.  You discussed recent events and hobbies in your life with him, as he opened up to you.  He was finished with his assessment before you knew it.

 "I'm going to go send your samples to the lab, and show your EKG to the doctor.  He will be in to discuss your results with you.  Is there anything you need before I leave?"  

 While you didn't need anything from him, it was nice of him to ask.  It felt like everyone else was in a rush here, but he took his time with you.  

 You shake your head.

  "If anything changes, don't hesitate to hit the call bell and I'll be right there-"

  You were interrupted by a loud beeping, and the technician from before shouted as she walked by,

  "Leon, your patient just started coding, we are setting up IV access and waiting on the doctor.  He was fine one minute, now he's unresponsive, come quick!"

Leon nodded in your direction as he turned and left the room.  He may have taken hi time with you, but the ER can turn on a dime.

  You laid your head back and decided to doze off, the pain getting better, the constant alarms around you singing you to sleep as you got used to their tune.

  You weren't sure how long it was before a knock woke you up and a lab coat entered.

  "I'm here to go over your results with you.  Everything seems normal.  CBC within normal limits, your troponins are not elevated.  Your EKG displays normal sinus rhythm.  I think you just had a muscle spasm.  Your electrolytes are normal so I know it isn't that.  It doesn't seem to be anything to worry about.  You're not in any pain, are you?"

  You shake your head again.

  "Good.  I'm just goign to order you some cyclobenzaprine to take as needed for your spasms for the time being.  Leon will be back in to go over your discharge and you can go home."

  As Mr. Labcoat turned and left, Leon entered with some paperwork.  He meticulously went over the discharge paperwork with you and explained how you can manage your pain and spasms for the time being.  He cracked some jokes with you before you got up to change into your clothes and head out.

  "In the nicest way possible, I don't want to see you back here.  I wouldn't mind seeing you on the outside.  Take care, sweetheart.  Have a good evening."  And with that you both left the room.