#just stretching my legs with this one….. no pun intended

[missmouse43]

Jiara Ficlet #4

Word prompt: Spider (Read on AO3)

Pre-canon so they’re just friends but JJ is still looking because, I mean… can we blame him?

Will die on the hill that Kiara is the spider catcher of the group.

Teasing, banter and humour.

391 Words

Written by an arachnophobe so trust that it’s not that bad.

Enjoy?

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“Don’t kill it.” “I’m gonna kill it.” “Don’t. Just put it outside.” JJ stared down at the floor in disgust—the "it" they were currently debating the fate of still trapped under an empty cup near his booted feet. This particular eight-legged demon was alarmingly big enough to require human-sized cup levels of imprisonment. Oh yes, there was nothing “itsy bitsy” about it. “So it can come back later with reinforcements? Right, sure. Brilliant idea, Kiara,” came JJ's sarcastic reply. Said girl, who currently had her feet kicked up on one end of the couch and held an environmental magazine open in front of her face, dropped the reading material onto her chest and eyed him with a critical glare. “It’s a living creature, JJ. Do you want to be a murderer?” The blond had seen his best friend smack enough mosquitoes over the years to know she was being a big, fat hypocrite right now, but for once he had the good sense not to challenge her on it. He'd probably find a similar creepy crawler on his pillow later tonight if he dared to try. “Besides," Kiara continued, already exasperated by his dramatics, "it’ll literally take you, like, five seconds to set it free. Stop being lazy.” “Then why don't you deal with this abomination of nature?” JJ was just as busy trying to break John B's record for how many beer cans he could stack on the dining table, thank you very much. With a roll of the eyes so emphatic it should have given her whiplash, Kiara snatched up the magazine and hopped off the couch, heading straight for him. JJ stepped aside and was immediately rewarded with an up-close and personal view of her backside in those tiny shorts as she bent over in front of him to reach for the cup. After a slight delay in brain functionality, he awkwardly averts his gaze. Kiara misses it entirely, too focused on sliding the magazine under the glass and trapping the spider inside before flipping it right side up and returning to full height.

JJ's still pretending to be interested in a mysterious brownish-green stain on the wall, his cheeks dusted a shade or two darker, when Kiara, already halfway out the front door of the Chateau, shouts one last dig at him over her shoulder.

“Baby!”

[darkficsyouneveraskedfor]

Stolen Goods 1

Warnings: noncon and other dark elements. As usual, be mindful of your content consumption.

Ft. Lloyd Hansen, petite!pregnant reader

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Enjoy, my loverlies.

You always felt small. Shelves, table, counters, even chairs made your shortcoming, pun intended, more obvious. Even at the one time in your life when you should feel big, you feel even tinier. 

The rounder your stomach becomes, the smaller the rest of your seems. It really doesn't feel like a part of you. That life inside you that has your shirts tighter by the say and the elastic stretching further and further.  

Swollen feet, hands, and chest, and yet you're still just a speck of dust in the wind. The grocery store so often adds to that sensation of insignificance. The cart rattles over the tile as you weave between other shoppers, veering out of the way as others turn corners without looking. Your progress down the list of needs is slower than usual but you're persistent. 

You stop in the bread section and peruse the assortment of rye and sourdough. You've been craving pumpernickel forever. You pick out a loaf and check your list. Bread crumbs... 

You spot your quarry and reach for the highest shelf. Of course it has to be all the way up there. You grunt and teeter on your toes, your goal made hard as your stomach keeps you from getting very close. 

“Allow me, sweetness,” a man says as he comes up behind you. 

You squeak in surprise as he crowds you and reaches up to grab the canister of crumbs. As he does, he presses himself to you, a none-too-subtle grind of his pelvis against your ass. You gasp and elbow him. 

“Ew, get off,” you squeal. 

“Now, now, honey buns, I got it,” he offers the canister, his arm hooking around to show the crumbs, “you just gotta say please.” 

“What the heck? Can you back up--” 

“Now, that’s not very polite, baby girl,” he shakes the crumbs and moves them away from your grasp as you try to snatch them. 

“I said back--” 

Your voice evaporates in shock and horror as he slaps your ass. You clutch the shelf and brace yourself as the force nearly has you crashing into the metal. You set your feet, regretting your choice of squishy and treadless slides, and he snakes his hand under your dress, trailing along the scalloped edge of your panties. 

“Stop,” you wisp, terrified at this man’s brazenness. Why is he doing this? How is no one else seeing this? 

His hand curls around and he stops as he touches your lower stomach. He hesitates and stretches his fingers over your bump. You’re only four-months but far enough that it’s obvious. 

“Shit,” he chortles and pushes his hand down, pressing against the front of your cotton panties, “someone beat me to it, huh?” 

He pokes the fabric between your folds with two fingers, wiggling them around. You shudder and squeeze the edge of the shelves. He creases the cotton between his fingers and pulls it aside. He pinches your thigh and you whimper as he kicks a foot between yours. 

“What--” you gasp and push back against him, trying to escape. “Please--” 

Your voice cracks and something inside you breaks. You can’t move or make a sound. He touches the tuft of hair along your pelvis and delves nakedly between your folds. You hold your breath as he toys with you, rubbing your clit dryly as he pushes his crotch against your back. 

What’s wrong with you? Why aren’t you doing anything? Why can’t you? 

He just carries on, rolling your bud under his fingers until you feel yourself react. It’s the hormones, not you. You’re scared, not weak. That’s what’s going on. What is going on? 

All at once, he retracts his hand. He leaves you quivering and wet and to your shame, wanting. He snickers again and tosses the canister so it lands in your cart. You cling to the shelves, legs shaking, and stare at the wrapped loaves in stunned silence. You hear him suck loudly on his fingers and hum. 

“Naughty mommy,” he tisks and struts away.  

You can’t move. You’re paralyzed in disbelief. That didn’t just happen. A stranger just touched you. Like that. And you’re wet. You look down as your knees buckle. 

You manage to move away from the shelves and look around. You can’t pick the man out from the scatter of shoppers puttering around like drones. His sleeve was black but half the men their have black jackets. Your lip trembles as your eyes brim with tears. You don’t know what to do. 

You turn to your cart and grab the handle, rolling it forward. Your eyes fall to the white and yellow canister that rolls across the bottom. You stop and skirt around to reach into the basket, looking around before you bend to fish out the bread crumbs. You place them on the table of croissants nearby and push the cart onward. 

You’ll do grilled instead of fried. You never want to think of what happened again. You hope you never see that man again. Would you even know him at a glance? 

[musubi-sama]

Impatient

Are you hungry? Horny? A little demanding, perhaps impatient?

CW: general horniness, horny use of a kitchen counter, hints of phone sex, gratuitous fingering, teasing, mentions of rope and bondage.

A/N: Shoutout to @pseudowho for the edits and review on this one. Haitch, you really helped tighten it up nicely (pun intended).

You were finally home after a long day of meetings that should have been emails, and project deadlines assigned by managers so far removed from the work itself, that they had lost all concept of time.

Walking in the door, you shedded your shoes haphazardly in the entrance, before leaving a trail of bags, jackets, and pants littering the hallway. Clad in only socks, a tunic, bra, and a simple pair of black cotton panties, you skillfully pulled your workhorse bra out of your shirt.

“Ah, much better,” you exhaled in exhausted comfort.

Reaching the kitchen, you grabbed a wine glass from a cabinet, and the leftover wine from the night before. Perhaps the glass was a bit overfilled, but to hell with the rules and etiquette of wine drinking. If rulemakers had had the week you did, and the dry spell you did, they’d understand.

After taking a two-gulp drink of wine, you turned back to the cabinets, now in search of a snack - you tried to convince yourself you’re only hungry for food.

Gripping the edge of the counter, you bent over to stretch your back. Sticking your ass out into the empty space behind you, you were reminded it had been two weeks since you last felt the grind of your husband.

“I miss you. My flight gets in late tomorrow, don’t wait up for me.” Suguru called you before bed, every night of his business trip. “I’m coming with you next time. I’ll work remotely. I don’t care. It’s been far too long and my toys aren’t enough,” you whined, hand slipping below your panties. “Tell me what you’re doing right now…”

Before resuming your search, you continued to make quick work of your wine, quickly shifting your hunger into something more aching, something more lustful. You’d definitely need to grab another bottle before making a decision.

Reaching up again, and standing on your tippy toes, a large, warm hand gently slid around your hip. You jumped, but the familiarity hit immediately.

In a fit of joy, you spun around to see Suguru’s hungry eyes. You started to bring your hands up around his neck and he wrapped his hand and arm fully under your ass, pulling you up to the counter. His chest pressed briefly against you in a fleeting embrace of convenience.

“Oh!” You didn’t even get a moment to greet him, before he planted your feet, legs spread wide across the counter.

Immediately recognizing what this could have meant for you, you tried again to wrap your arms around Suguru’s neck.

“C’mere-“ You were cut off as Suguru leaned down into the cabinet below you to rummage around. Having secured his target, he stood back up, holding a frying pan.

“Are you in the mood for bacon and eggs?” Suguru stepped away from you, a gentle smile on his otherwise unreadable face.

Your stomach sunk with peevish disappointment.

“I’m-…sure. That sounds fine,” you answered, clipped. “Welcome home, by the way.”

Suguru stepped back, his eyes darkening in contrast to his continued calm and relaxed smile. He set the pan gently on the stove beside you. Returning to you, Suguru placed his hands upon your thighs, just above your knees. You see he is travel weary, mixed with the dying wisps of a bright and airy cologne, clearly arriving at the end of a long day.

Your face belied the frustration you were attempting to hide.

“Unless you have some other ideas for dinner?” Suguru raised one eyebrow, slightly cocking his head to the side. His hands slipped one centimeter down your legs, his thumbs digging into the soft, squishy inner part of your exposed thighs.

“Oh come on,” you whined, dropping your head backwards in frustration. “I’ll spell it out for you. Either put your tongue to work on my pussy or let me drop to my knees right now and take you down my throat.”

Suddenly a hand gripped your throat and your head whipped up, meeting Suguru’s intense amethyst eyes. You feel a rush of blood to your neglected pussy. Suguru’s other hand grips the gusset of your panties, pulling them up as far as they allowed, giving you just a little pressure.

“I wanted to make you dinner, make sure you had enough energy for when I fuck you senseless later. But apparently you’re too fucking-“ he squeezed just a little tighter around your neck. You let out a high-pitched whine, “-impatient.”

You squirmed under his touch, trying to use the pressure from the fabric pulling against you to gain some amount of relief. Suguru chuckled as he adjusted his grip to reduce the pull. Your needy gaze pleaded with him.

Bringing one hand up to grip Suguru’s wrist, you held tightly.

“Damn right I’m fucking impatient! It’s been two weeks and while I loved listening to you talk me through it on the phone-“

You were cut off as Suguru removed his hand from your throat, dropped to his knees, and ripped your panties off in one swift tug. Using both hands to spread your labia apart, he wasted no time before laying his tongue flat across your sensitive cunt. Savoring the taste, he went back for more, this time with increased pressure and using the tip of his tongue.

Reaching for Suguru’s hair, pulled half-up into a bun, you grounded yourself by gripping tightly. Your moans gained volume with each press of his tongue and you began to roll your hips in response.

He pulled his head back for just a moment and you locked eyes. A sheen of your wetness smeared across his jaw, and Suguru licked his lips as he drew lazy circles around your throbbing clit. Renewed whines fell from your lips as you head tipped back once again, this time in abject pleasure.

Soon, you felt his middle finger teasing at your entrance, dipping just the tip, then up to the cuticle, the first knuckle as you buck your hips. Suguru still teased your impatience, continuing this pace until his entire finger was sheathed. Finally, after an agonizing wait, he added his ring finger at the same infuriating pace, encouraging you to fuck yourself onto his hand.

Your whines were caught in your throat as he curls his fingers upwards, lightly dragging against the sensitive spongy spot deep in your pussy. In reaction to the intense pleasure building, you gripped his hair again and brought his face back to your sopping wet cunt. Feeling a tug on his scalp, Suguru’s moans reverberated through you, a gentle personal vibrator.

Picking up speed, the squelchsquelchsquelch added a sinful melody to the base of your combined moans and panting countermelodies. You could feel the cliff approaching. The pressure built, the high you’d been chasing for two weeks but never quite reaching.

Suguru could read you well. So well, that he knew exactly how close you are when he pulled back, wetness soaking his fingers, collecting on his chin. And he knew exactly the way frustration would show across your features. Your legs would tense, a new shade of red would blossom across your cheeks. And you’d shout-

“What the fuck?!”

“That’s for being impatient and demanding I ‘put my tongue to work’ before dinner, like some trained monkey.”

Suguru stood up and used the back of his hand to wipe the remaining slick from his chin. He shoved his fingers in your mouth to stop further protest.

“Now, here’s your appetizer. Go make sure the straps are secured to the bed and get the purple ropes out of the closet, while I finish making us some food.”

Mulish and blushing, and thoroughly put in your place, you hungrily sucked his fingers clean as your legs dropped from the counter to sit up fully. Once you’d cleaned off Suguru’s fingers, savoring your own taste, he gave you a soft kiss to your forehead.

“Please,” Suguru added gently, suppressing a laugh as you stalked away to the bedroom.

[shiggyscumrag]

HEY HEY !! Just read your Logan fic and I NEED MORE , your writing is amazing. Please could we get some pain kink/masochist Logan with a slightly dom reader , fem or gn idm!!!

I HOPE YOU ARE WELL !!!

(Specifcally thinking of the scene where he puts the cigar out on his hand.)

HEYYY POOKIE!!!! 💋💋 thank you so much you’re too sweet 🫶🏻 I am in LOVE with this request so I will indulge you lol. I did not proofread this so I apologize for any warnings I might miss and for any mistakes/misspellings!!

Synopsis: Logan was having so much fun teasing and edging you all night long, while you were growing more frustrated by the minute. Deciding you aren’t waiting any longer, you hop on top and show him just how you want it. Maybe some pain will make him remember who’s in charge.

Warnings: choking, biting, hickies, edging, top reader with sub Logan, hair pulling, Logan using his claws on you, freaky shiz

One hand circling at your clit and the other wrapped around your throat. Tears rolled down the apple of your cheeks as his cock pushed in and out of you at an absolutely brutal pace. Your legs over his shoulder stretched as far as they could possibly go. Panting to keep up you were getting close again. He knew that, yet Logan just loved the flush on your face and the tears in the corner of your eyes too much to stop. Then he did. Pulling both his hands away and stalling his hips still deep inside you.

“How much longer are you gonna make me wait!” You whine out hands starting to trail down to your clit. Hoping to find some relief since he’s enjoying his games a little too much.

“No, no, now you know better than to try that.” He grumbles in a raspy manner wrapping his hands around your wrists pinning them above your head. Face to face he plants a kiss to each cheek and then your jaw slowly working his way down your neck. He places a gentle kiss on each collar bone, you start arching up your chest to meet his hot lips. Kissing down in between your tits he starts moving farther tickling the skin on your stomach with his beard. Coming back up right before he could place a kiss on your clit he laughs.

“How bad do you want it?” He has to be joking right? You’ve been begging to cum for an HOUR! Retracting his claws only an inch or two he drags them across your outer thighs, the cold metal making you shiver.

“Real fucking bad.” You tease letting your voice lower into a deeper octave feigning a whimper, your legs snake around his waist bringing him even closer. Smirking he leans farther down to kiss you slightly loosening his grip on your wrists. Perfect.

Using your body strength you flip him onto his back now holding his hands above his head. Grinding down on his dick he groans in confusion.

“What the hell? This is hot, but-” interrupting him your other hands covers his mouth. He tried to move his hands but you hold steady so he doesn’t put up a fight. Stilling he gives into your little game.

“I want to cum. So hold on hot stuff.” Not giving him any warning you slip him in with no hands. Moaning loud his hands instinctively went to grab your hips. Holding strong you let out a laugh beginning to ride him.

“Not tonight baby. You had your chance to fuck me. I’m in charge now pretty boy.” You lean down whispering into his ear. Placing a kiss right behind his ear you continue to bounce on his cock. Biting down hard on his pressure point has him moaning loudly right in your ear. You taste a little metallic in your mouth. You can feel him twitch in you and it had your walls fluttering around him. Looking down at him you see his claws starting to poke out again, and an idea popped up in your pretty little mind.

“Use your claws on me.” You almost laughed at how his tightly shut eyes opened so wide so quickly. It was inhumanly fast. No pun intended.

“What?” He asks almost like you’re fucking crazy. Maybe he’s a little right.

“Scratch down my back like I do yours. Just be a little more gentle than me.” Pulling your hand off his wrist he sits up his chest meeting yours. He chuckles under his breath at your comment, his hands finding the small of your back squeezing slightly. You jumped a little when you felt his cold claws start to apply pressure on the top of your shoulders. Looking longingly into Logan’s eyes you don’t hold back the moan that breaks from your throat when you feel him start dragging his claws down your back. The pressure breaking your skin lightly, marks forming in their wake. Halfway down your head falls back and you feel really close. The sting and sudden burn has your vision blurring in the best way possible.

“Fuck you’re so sexy.” He’s grinning wide with a scrunch in his brow. Biting your lip you look back down at him, your legs growing tired but you’re determined to make him cum with no help. Maximum effort as Wade would say. Your left hand finds his throat squeezing hard and pulling him into a sloppy hot kiss while the other grips his shoulder. You start to bounce faster curving your pelvis into his. He starts to pull away moaning but you hold onto his bottom lip, biting him playfully before letting go.

“Holy shit- I’m gonna cum!” He grunts out. Holding back a very obvious whine. It came out a little bit at the end. He was gonna be the death of you.

You almost cum from those words alone. Moaning, coming out more like a bratty whine, you take your hand away from his throat to rub your clit. The hand on his shoulder moving to the base of his neck, pulling on his hair deliciously. Head falling back Logan’s hands crush your waist forming a bruising grip. Just from the pure pleasure consuming him. Finding the perfect rhythm you can feel the final stroke before you cum all over his cock. Milking him you can feel him fill you up no more then a few seconds later. The shudder that runs through his body has your body heating up and your lips curl into a smile.

“Logan! Oh fuck- fuck that feels so good!” You’re now shaking as you slow your pace. Still riding out your high his hands make their way to your hips guiding you.

“God, you ride me so pretty princess. Made me feel so good.” Kissing your neck he starts to give you a hickey. Moaning his name again you feel satisfied.

I’ll write more masochist and or sadist Logan in the future bc I enjoyed writing this but I’m not completely satisfied with it.

[hope-drunk]

- thoroughfare | e. williams

| on the way to seattle, you decide to play a small game with ellie.

| content warning: f!reader, bottom!reader, top!ellie, oral (r receiving), pet names (baby, princess, pretty girl), implies ellie is taller than reader, reader takes dina’s role in the game (sorry dina), hunter and prey kink but not really, barely proofread and i hate this <3

Traveling through the woods with Ellie was more fun than you’d thought it would be. The long stretches on horseback felt like nothing when it was just you two talking. After you had found Jackson, albeit on accident, two years ago, you and Ellie became friends very quickly. 

You two tried not to talk about the trip you were taking. Once she came to you with a location, there was no question in your mind about whether or not you would go with her. So, here you are now. Arms wrapped along Ellie’s torso, enjoying the scenery, and giggling like a maniac at some pun she’s said.

Once the laughter dies down, Ellie helps you off Shimmer, then puts her by a stream.

“We should stop for the night. Get some rest.” she says, taking out her sleeping bag, and a shotgun.

“Okay, yeah.”  you say, following in her stride and getting your own sleeping bag out.

You were in a comfortable silence, setting up everything you needed to have a successful night.

“Do you want first or second shift?”  you asked her.

“I’ll do both, just sleep.”

You scoff at her, “Ellie, if you’re the one getting us to Seattle I think it’s important you get some rest.” She shakes her head at you. “Please, for me.”

Ellie can’t deny the look you give her, your eyes are laced with genuine concern for her well being. It hasn’t been easy for her, and you know she doesn’t like sleeping because it just brings back the memories, but you figure something is better than nothing.

“Alright, I’ll take first shift.” she says, knowing she’ll “accidentally” let you sleep longer than you intend to.

She’s standing now, and your once worried eyes are now crinkled by a smile. 

“Thank you, Ellie.”

“Whatever gets you there safely.” she replies, rubbing the inked fern covering her forearm.

“I’m gonna go look around while there’s still daylight, I need to stretch my legs.” you say, already starting to wander.

Ellie nods her head at you.

You don’t plan to go far, just enough to look at the different wildlife that lives out here. You walk around for about twenty minutes before Ellie calls your name.

“It’s getting too dark, come back.” she says. 

“Why don’t you come and find me?” you yell back to her.

You hear her grumble to herself, and let out a sigh, then you hear the crunch of leaves under her beaten up shoes. This is your sign to scramble. You run behind a tree, one with a large trunk and sagging branches. Peeking out from behind, you find Ellie’s face through the branches. Her head was whipping around for any sign of you. You put your hands over your face, having to stifle your laugh, trying not to give yourself away. When you removed the digits from your eyes, Ellie was gone.

Now it was your turn to whip your head around. Your heart was suddenly racing. You knew she wasn’t in danger, but you didn’t know the reaction she would have to your impromptu game of hide and seek.

You felt hands on your shoulders. “Got ya.” Ellie whispers in your ear.

You gasp and she whips you around to face her. Usually, Ellie had a face that would comfort you. Right now? You were a bit intimidated by her. It felt like she had grown six inches since you saw her moments before. Her eyes even looked darker in this light. You try to back away from her, but you don't get far before you hit the tree that was once protecting you from her. 

“Oh, first you’re hiding from me, now you’re trying t’run?” she says, moving impossibly closer to you. 

The game wasn’t funny to you anymore. Actually, it was incredibly serious, and that was proven by the wetness that you felt pooling in your panties.

“Just wanted to play a game, Ells.” you say, suddenly finding your shoes very interesting.

Grabbing your chin, she says, “Don’t tell me you’re all shy now.” She follows your eyes every time that you try to look away.

For a second, just a second, you thought she was actually mad. But you could see her lips fighting a smile. Leaning down towards you, her nose brushes against yours.

“Tell me you want this.” Ellie says, whispering like you were in a room full of people. 

“I want it.” 

Her lips are on yours as soon as you finish the sentence. The hand that was holding your chin has now moved to your cheek, thumb caressing your face tenderly. Your hips move to meet hers, back arching off the tree. Ellie gets the hint, and uses her spare hand to reach down between your bodies. She undoes your pant button with ease, and shoves her hand into your jeans. You gasp as she begins to rub your clit over your underwear. 

“Oh, Ellie.” you say while she moves her kisses to your neck.

“Don’t know why I’ve been waiting to do this.” she mumbles on your skin.

Stopping her assault on your neck, her hands smooth down your body before she practically rips your jeans and panties down to the ground. Her foot kicks your legs further apart before she drops to her knees in front of you. She runs a finger through your slick folds, humming in approval before diving in to taste you.

She sucks hard on your clit, causing your hand to move to her auburn hair, trying to steady yourself. Ellie sneaks a large hand up your shirt, toying with your nipple. You didn’t think you’d ever be this happy at forgetting to put a bra on. Her tongue was moving quickly through your folds. You look down at her, only to be met by her eyes. 

The moan you let out is almost pornagraphic, and you swear you can feel Ellie smirk into your cunt. Her position on the ground made it feel like she was praying to you, she was worshipping your cunt. 

Ellie comes up for a breath, thumb moving to rub your clit. “Taste so sweet, baby. Does it feel good?”

Your head nods on its own, which only causes Ellie to laugh. 

“Feels s’good. Wanted this for so long.” you say, breathless.

“Yeah? Wanted me to fuck you? How many times did you think about me eating your cute little pussy like this while we were talking, hm? Did you go t’sleep every night with wet panties?”

You let out a moan at her words and nod your head again, but that’s not enough for her. She gives your thigh a quick smack.

“Yes! Yes, thought about it all the time. Oh please, Ellie, wanna cum so bad.”

She moves her head back towards your cunt, eating you out impossibly faster. Your legs start to shake, signaling your approaching orgasm. You’re practically grinding on Ellie’s face at this point, and she doesn’t mind one bit. While you use her tongue to get yourself off, she thinks this may be the peak of her life.

“I’m– gonna…” you try to finish your phrase, but it’s no use. Ellie moans into your pussy, and that sends you flying. 

You’re sure your moans were loud enough to scare any wildlife away from you, and it took you awhile to even regain consciousness. When you did, Ellie was now standing in front of you again, trying to keep you propped up. You slouch into her chest while she rubs a hand up and down your back under your shirt.

“Shh… you’re alright, you’re alright pretty girl.” she coos. 

She pulls your pants up, figuring she’ll have something to clean you up with back with all your stuff. Ellie basically carries you back to your sleeping bag, and makes sure you’re all clean before tucking you in.

“Ellie.” you whine out, feeling her presence move away from you.

“I’ve got first shift, remember? Go to bed, baby. I’ll wake you up.”

You mumble what she thinks is a complaint, before turning over and curling into yourself. It’s not long before she hears your breaths get deeper. Rubbing a hand over her face, she grabs her gun of choice before standing guard not far from your sleeping body.

Of course, Ellie doesn’t wake you up till the morning. 

“I was supposed to take second shift!” you argue.

“You didn’t really seem in the position to keep watch, princess. Swear your legs were gonna give out if you had to stand for longer than ten seconds.” Ellie laughs out.

You turn red and let out a huff.

“C’mon, get on the horse. We can argue on the way.”

[mncxbe]

Dripping●

𝒑2♡ 𝑫𝒂𝒛𝒂𝒊, 𝑵𝒊𝒌𝒐𝒍𝒂𝒊 𝒙 𝒇𝒆𝒎!𝒓𝒆𝒂𝒅𝒆𝒓

𝑫𝒂𝒛𝒂𝒊

"Feels good doesn't it, 'donna?" cooed your boyfriend as he raised his head from between your thighs, eyes twinkling with mischief.

His slender fingers carefully worked you open; slowly, painfully slow, making sure to hit your sweet spot with each curl. A sultry moan rolled off your glossed lips, causing the man to chuckle.

"That's it bella. Just keep these pretty legs open f' me."

His tongue went back to your puffy clit, flicking it lightly.

It felt like hours since your boyfriend had you lay on the soft mattress of his bed, legs spread open like the gates of heaven and oh, it didn't seem like he was going to stop any time sooner. Thighs pressed harshly onto the damp mattress beneath you slid your fingers through Dazai's hair, pulling him closer to your sopping cunt.

A mirthful chuckle escaped his lips as he sucked on your clit, fingers curling inside your velvety walls.

"You taste so sweet bella" he hummed, his voice low and ragged, bringing you closer to your orgasm. Head spinning, eyes half-lidded; glossy and brimming with tears- you tugged at his coffee brown locks, afraid that he would pull away and deprive you of your high.

" 'm so close 'Samu please-" you mewled, thighs closing around his head but he quickly placed a bandaged hand on one, using his other elbow to keep your legs open.

"Tsk tsk... be good and stay put bella. Or you want me to stop?" he teased, digging his nails into the plush skin of your thigh; leaving little crescent marks behind.

You slowly rose your head off the pillow to meet his playful gaze, breath hitching at the way his muscles flexed under the thin layer of bandages. Beautiful. He was beautiful.

Dazai's mouth returned to your core, licking long stripes to your clit, earning a muffled moan from you. His lithe digits resumed their motion, sending you to heaven and back with each thrust.

Soon enough you felt your orgasm nearing and came on his tongue; a shower of praise (pun intended) dripping from Dazai's lips as he guided you through your high.

"You did so good for me bella" he cooed, lips tracing the expanse of your inner thigh, leaving a trail of feathery kisses.

Your trembling hand left his hair and slid to his slick coated chin, pulling him towards for a kiss.

"And you've been good tonight too" you replied, mimicking his mirthful tone. "Even let me cum and all"

The second you uttered those words you swore you could see your boyfriend's eyes sparkle. He leaned even closer, his hands pushing your thighs open again, hot breath tickling the shell of your ear. His bulge pressed against your bare cunt.

"Who said I was done hm?" he whispered sweetly, gaining a soft whimper from you. "You're in for a long night 'donna."

𝑵𝒊𝒌𝒐𝒍𝒂𝒊

You were lounging on the linen sofa in your apartment, reading a book when your boyfriend suddenly appeared before you.

"Y/N helloooo" he cheered, his signature smile stretching his lips.

Without lifting your eyes from the crisp pages of the volume you waved at him.

"How many times do I need to ask you to use the door when you visit me?" There was a certain edge to your voice, although you weren't exactly mad. You were accustomed to your boyfriend's habit of showing up unannounced through one of his portals.

"Aww is my pretty dove upset? Now we can't have that, can we?"

In a matter of seconds he was knelt in front of you, big doe eyes glimmering with adoration. Taking the white hat off his head he smiled up to you, hands snaking up your thighs.

"Lemme make it up to you"

That's how you ended up a babbling mess, melting underneath his touch like a sugar cube as his tongue circled around your clit. Your book, long ago discarded, laid open somewhere on the ground.

"Fuck baby you're~" you uttered between mewls and ragged breaths; fingers tugging at his silvery hair.

Nikolai rose his eyes for a second, a wicked grin tugging at the corners of his lips. "Still mad at me dove?" he teased, his honeyed voice sending shiver down your spine.

"Shut up you..." you began but were cut off by the sudden feeling of his tongue on your folds.

A playful chuckle rolled off his lips when you suddenly arched your back, thighs closing around his head.

"My, my dove. Quite eager aren't ya? Where did you attitude go hm? Thought you were angry."

Before you had the chance to say anything his hands harshly pushed your legs open, exposing you to him. Gaze glazed with lust, he took in the sight of your dripping cunt.

"Kolya~" you whined, pulling him back against your core and he obliged you, tongue starting to work on your puffy clit again.

You shuddered at the pleasure he was granting you, eyes rolling back in your skull as breathy whines rolled off your lips. Your high was nearing, heat pooling in your core as your boyfriend ate you out like a man starved; completely drunk on your taste and sweet scent.

Nikolai kept lapping at your cunt as you came, gaze taking in your eyes move: the way your teeth sank into your bottom lip, trying to muffle the sweet sounds threatening to spill from your lips, the way your eyes fluttered shut and you gripped his hair like there was no tomorrow; back arching so prettily as he kept your legs spread for him.

"Hehe... what a sight dove. You truly are magnificent" he praised sweetly when you eventually came down from your high.

He licked his lips as your eyes met, causing you to blush; you suddenly became aware of your position and tried to close your legs but he swiftly pushed them open again.

"No reason to be shy now, dove." he chuckled before slowly rising to his feet and leaning in to press a gentle kiss to your lips.

"So... you still mad at me?" he smiled against your lips.

You shook your head, pulling him next to you on the couch "Nah, don't think so. You've earned your forgiveness."

Your remark caused a playful giggle to roll off your boyfriend's lips. "Is that so? I'm glad then." he added, arms wrapping tightly around your waist.

"Missed you a lot dove" he cooed, nuzzing his face on the crook of your neck.

"I missed you too but... do you mind if I get dressed now?" you chuckled, patting his head but he wouldn't move.

"Nah, I think I'd rather stay like this for a while." he said, voice laced with mischief and you smiled warmly. Closing your eyes, you allowed yourself to finally realx in your partner's embrace.

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a bit shorter than I anticipated but hope y'all liked it♡♡ ALSO I have some Dazai content ready for next week that I cannot wait to share with you guys

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Ch 25: Surrender and Dread

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The water crashed over the rocks with a steady, soothing roar as Luci reclined beside the river, lifting her water bottle to her lips before tossing it aside and stretching out luxuriously where they’d strewn their towels over the flat stones on the bank. Hunter gazed at the waters, swirling in blue and green hues, then allowed his eyes to drift over her. She folded her arms over her face to block the sun, peeking out at him with one squinty eye.

“It’s not fair that you can get into shape so fast,” she said with a smile, letting out a low whistle as Hunter took his shirt off and rested with his hands behind him. “I mean, are you kidding me? Look at you.” He glanced down, noticing that his soldier physique had indeed returned at a rapid rate, although this was no surprise to him, considering his engineering. The various workouts that they had enjoyed together had challenged him in new ways, allowing him to develop not only his strength and stamina, but his agility, flexibility, and stability as well. It helped that they were always outdoors, too, so his rich brown skin was a deeper tone than it ever had been during the years spent wearing blacks every waking moment. 

“Sorry,” he said, as unapologetically as he could. She laughed, shaking her head and burying it further beneath her arms. “It’s all your fault anyway,” he continued, grinning as she swatted blindly at him. 

“I regret nothing,” she grumbled, lifting one toned leg and flexing her foot back and forth. She’d worn nothing but a swimsuit for their hike, leaving him speechless at her free-spirited comfort in virtually any situation. “But I also have earned a good, solid ‘I told you so’ about the dancing. It took, what, like six lessons and you’ve got all kinds of lustful eyes on you now?” Hunter groaned, rolling his eyes in thorough disbelief, but she continued with a mockingly insistent look on her face, “You might not see it, but I do. But don’t worry, I’ll fight em off. I told you I was scrappy.”

“Thank you.” His sincerity was laced with sarcasm, and she loved every minute of it, lowering her leg back down and touching his foot with hers on the way. 

“You gonna help me with the next series of dance classes?”

“It didn’t sound like you needed a partner for those…” Hunter said, voice constricting a little. 

“Not at the studio,” she said with a smirk. “But maybe I can practice on you at home so I can get the best choreography for the students… Somethin real spicy.” 

“You didn’t get enough practice in your traveling dance troupe? That sounded… similar…”

“Oh it was,” Luci agreed, biting her lip at the thought. “You wouldn’t believe some of the politicians I entertained… It’s amazing how so many people, all wildly different on the outside, can be reduced to most of the same basic urges.”

“You love toying with people, don’t you…”

“Not toying with them,” she corrected quickly, a tinge of indignation in her soft, light voice. “That sounds mean. I love people in all their shapes and sizes. It’s just fun that, at the simplest level, we’re pretty much all the same.” She paused, considering her own philosophy. “But the differences add all the color and flavor! So being able to see both in each person – the common humanity as well as the amazing diversity – makes life a really interesting ride! No pun intended,” she added with a wink. “But yeah, my… insight… did get me a lot of tips and repeat customers. So everyone was happy.”

“Well that’s good.”

“Did I tell you about my Holonet correspondent job?” she asked, sitting up to face him more fully and adjusting her swimsuit top. 

“I don’t think so…” he murmured, furrowing his brow. She’d told him a lot, to be honest, and there were so many stories of random career endeavors and impulsive adventures that he was starting to feel lost in it all. She had a number of tattoos, each with its own tale of meaning (or debauchery), and she’d been across the galaxy almost as much as he had, it seemed, although under very different circumstances. There were more people in her life than he could remember, all referred to with fondness and specific names that he promptly forgot. And she seemed to have more luck than the average individual, having skirted some very precarious situations a number of times. It was getting to the point where he was fairly certain he couldn’t be surprised by anything from her anymore, and somehow that was comforting in itself.

“Okay, so I’m a journalist for the Galactic News Network, based out of Coruscant… I actually still have my apartment there, because it’s such a fun place to visit, and I might take that up again someday cause it was crazy money and lots of weird, awesome people. Anyway, I’m covering this underground Sabacc ring that was increasingly connected with a few crime lords in the area, and I have to go in disguise to try to get chummy with the right people. I get all set with a hidden recorder, some tracking beacons, and a killer outfit, and there I am, in the middle of it all. I thought I was pretty decent at Sabacc… until then… So I lost all my credits immediately, which was how I was supposed to get to the right table… But I had to pivot and use my people skills instead.” She leaned back on her hands, mimicking his position and turning her chin toward the sun, closing her eyes to soak up its warm beams as she continued a colorful tale of flirtation, deception, and drunken confessions that blew up into an entire scandal. “...and I got to write it all!” she finished cheerily. “So that was a fun one. But anyway – we’ve been sitting far too long. Dare you to jump?”

Hunter followed her pointed finger to the waterfall, which was not terribly high but poured into a churning pool below. He couldn’t decide if he felt lazy or just content, but when he caught the inquisitive sparkle in her eye, he was surprised at how willing he felt all of a sudden. Next thing they knew, they were standing on a relatively thin ledge, pressed up against the face of the rock wall with the water tumbling down beside them, and Luci reached a hand out to him, entwining her fingers with his before leaping into the water below and pulling him along. 

They crashed into the pool, tumbling beneath the sheer force of water cascading from above, and after a few strong strokes, they each burst out of the water, gasping for air. Hunter flung his hair back from his forehead, although some tousled chunks still fell across his eyes in the most gloriously attractive and viscerally satisfying manner, and Luci giggled as she swam to where he had waded into a waist-deep eddy where the water was much calmer. He rubbed his face with both hands, turning to smile at her as she stood up beside him, repositioning her swimsuit and dipping in the water one more time to make her hair lay perfectly smooth down her back. 

“Let’s try a flip next time,” she snickered, teasing the water droplets across his chest with a few playful fingers. 

“I think I’m good,” Hunter shook his head, looping an arm around her waist with seemingly lighthearted ease, but his heart was pounding in his chest. She sidled a little closer, straightening the dainty gold chains around her neck before resting her hands on his chest again. Her body pressed against his, wet and warm, and the sensation had a disproportionate impact on him as he pulled her close. 

“You are good,” Luci teased, nestling into his embrace and studying his face with soft eyes. She slowly lifted a hand, cupping the side of his face and brushing a thumb along the curve of his tattooed cheekbone, then lowered her gaze to his lips, flickering back up to his eyes with an unspoken question. Tingles raced through his veins, combined with an exhilaration that goaded him on, and he tilted his head slightly, watching her closely. She touched the tip of his nose with her own, cheeks curving into that disarming smile he’d come to enjoy so much, and then she leaned in a little closer, pressing her lips to his with a feather-light care that made his knees weak. 

How long had it been since he’d been kissed? He had no idea. Cadet shenanigans at 79s, probably. It felt like a different life. And yet here he was, arms wrapped around a beautiful, smart, fun woman whose mouth was gently caressing his own as her long lashes closed in blissful surrender. He could feel every inch of her melted against him as her hand slowly wove its way up the back of his neck, and his eyes fluttered shut as she sighed quietly against his lips. She pulled away for a moment, looking at him with the same delight and surprise that he had on his own face, then she came back for more, tipping her own head to kiss him more passionately this time. 

His nose pressed into her cheek, his fingers splayed across the middle of her back as his arms flexed around her, and his breaths were shallow and irregular as their lips met again and again. A fire was growing in his core, spreading out to his limbs, and as she idly slid one hand down his ribs and stomach, it burst into a full flame. When they finally separated, Hunter had to gasp for air, earning a giggle from Luci as she pinched his cheek fondly. She opened her mouth with a snarky remark, but then closed it, shaking her head minutely to herself and instead beaming at his flushed face. The myriad of emotions in his dark eyes were impossible to sort through, but she forgot them all when he suddenly moved forward more confidently now, cupping her face in both hands and doing his best to avoid being sloppy despite the wave of hunger that washed over him. 

His lips fit around hers, pressing together and coming apart with quiet sounds as her fingernails raked up his back. He pulled back for a breath, then carefully kissed her cheek, her jaw, beneath her ear, the side of her neck. Her skin was so soft, flecked with a few remaining water droplets, and the hint of her perfume was so sweet that his mind was reeling. His heart flipped in his chest, relishing the feeling of her pulse against his lips. She leaned her head to the side, exhaling in utter contentment, and he stopped himself suddenly with a ragged gasp, catching her attention as she looked at him quizzically. 

“Sorry,” he said, his voice far more husky than he’d have hoped as he dropped his hands to his sides and took a step back. “I didn’t mean to–” She put a finger on his lips, a starstruck smile on her face, and shook her head. 

“Nothing to be sorry for, except for stopping,” she said playfully, then surprised him by turning to slowly walk out of the river, flashing a glance back at him over her swaying hips. “But I’m gonna give you a minute to cool off; you look like you need it,” she winked, climbing to their towels with a giggle. 

Hunter stood in the water for a moment longer, rubbing his face again before folding both hands atop his head, staring into the distance in a dreamlike state. He took a deep breath, blowing it out slowly through pursed lips, then followed after her. 

The hike back to town was punctuated with lighthearted conversation and playfulness, and Hunter felt as though he were walking on a cloud. He could still feel her soft, full lips and the curve of her body against his own. It was utterly distracting, causing him to trip a few times, earning gleeful snickers from Luci. When it came time to part ways, she grabbed his hand again, pulling him in close and melting him with those large green eyes that were absolutely full of adoration. His heart leapt into his chest as she gave him a farewell kiss, lingering just a moment longer to give his stomach time to join the internal acrobatics. Then, with a wave and a wink, she was gone.

He continued walking home slowly, taking in the scenery as though seeing it anew. The birds were singing as they dipped and soared on the gentle breeze that rustled through the trees. The salty air carried rich scents of cooking and agriculture from the cozy homes and farms nearby. The soft grass beneath his feet carried on across the swells of the meadows until they gave way to the lush forest, and the walls of his cabin appearing in the clearing ahead was a welcome sight.

Only when he dropped his bag on the table in the entryway, causing a few of the contents to tumble out, did he notice the flashing light on his comm. 

Freezing in his tracks, he felt an icy grip in his chest, followed immediately by waves of anger, confusion, and indignation that washed away the blissful warmth he’d been floating in.

He picked it up and clicked a single button, watching the small light flash a certain pattern of colors, and he didn’t realize he’d clenched his jaw until his teeth ground together, sending a shiver down his spine.

It could just be an animal… Or a friend… But the indoor sensors had been triggered as well… So unless it was the first occasion of breaking and entering that the island had ever seen…

He sighed, dropping the device back to the table as though it were repulsive to him, then headed for his room, fists tight at his sides.

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Take Me Home (Paul Aron X Equestrian! Reader)

Fandom: RPF/F2/F3

Requested: Yee by @ionlywantedtoreadfanfiction

Warnings: Injuries (concussion and fractured clavicle) and pain meds

POV: Second Person (You/your)

W.C. 2165

Summary: Paul's support is unwavering.

As always, my requests are OPEN

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Preparations for the Olympics started nearly a year ago at this point. It has been something you were preparing for your entire life when you started riding at 8 years old. You had grown up around horses, so when you expressed interest in show jumping, your parents started teaching you the reins, pun intended, once you were old enough.

You had just sent a text to Paul since he was getting ready to get in the car for free practice, saying that you wished him luck and you would text him after the session. 

Unfortunately, you were not able to watch the session live because you had to tend to your horses, but you would watch the highlights after but before qualifying. It was always the same whenever the race was in Europe because the time zones weren’t that far off, and you had a schedule to stick to. It just so happened to clash with Paul’s. 

Your normal routine was simple. You started off with petting all of your horses. Tofu was your baby American Quarter Horse, and she was still training. Hollister was your Holsteiner, and he was your current show horse. Lastly, you had Abercrombie, a Dutch Warmblood. She was your old lady. She was your first horse that you raised and trained by yourself, and now that she’s retired, you have been treating her to the high life

You fed them and let them wander around their stables while you cleaned up their muck. Afterward, you chilled out for a minute and got some food for yourself before heading back out to start prepping the horses for riding.

You went into your tack room to grab Hollister’s head collar and put it on him to start getting him ready for riding. You would normally ride Hollister for a bite before switching to train Tofu while Abercrombie roamed in a different pen.

Hollister was used to the routine at this point. You brushed out his tail and mane just so the knots were out. You used a rubber curry comb to get any loose dust and hair up. When you finished grooming him, you tacked him up. 

You picked a saddle pad that coordinated with your riding attire before putting on the saddle and securing it. You did some brief stretching with Hollister before going out, stretching out his legs and getting yourself ready to go out. 

Then, you walked down to the arena. You worked with some poles and tested his straightener and balance. Hollister still struggled a bit with sharp turns, so that was another thing you warmed up with. He was doing a great job, so that’s when you decided to give him a break. You took him back to the stable and let him roam the field with Abercrombie while you saddled up Tofu.

Tofu was in the process of learning jumping, so that’s what you focused on today. You warmed up Tofu the same way you did with Hollister before moving on to some light jumping. The poles were about a half meter up. It was where you started training Hollister and Abercrombie at. Plus, most of the levels you competed in started at a meter. This was the most efficient way without being too difficult for Tofu. 

She was doing a great job too at first. You don’t know how it went downhill so quickly. You don’t know if she suddenly got scared of the poles or if something spooked her. All you know is one moment you had full control of Tofu and the next, nothing. Tofu was uncontrollable, and for once, you did not know what to do. In a brief moment of shock, Tofu kicked you off and went barrelling toward the exit of the arena. Thankfully, you had closed and locked the gate, so Tofu couldn’t get out. However, as soon as you hit the ground, you knew something was wrong. 

Your head and shoulder immediately started throbbing, and if you could think straight, you would have recognized at least one of these feelings. The ringing in your head was something you were used to at this point. It was a common occurrence to get concussions when you lost control of your horse or fell off. 

You grabbed at your shoulder immediately as you swayed, trying to stand up. When you fell down again, you decided it was best to just pull out your phone and call one of your coaches. However, as soon as you heard the shrill phone ring, you hung it up and decided a text would hurt less. 

“Need help in the arena, lost control of Tofu,” was all the message read. It was simple and straight to the point. It also didn’t take long for your coach to come to your rescue and take you to the nearest A&E. 

Needless to say, you were not surprised when the doctor came back and said you had a concussion and fractured clavicle. You were waiting for the doctor to come back with the brace for your shoulder when your phone started blaring Paul’s ringtone. Part of you wanted to answer it just to shut it up, but the more rational part of you knew that talking on the phone would not be any better. 

Your coach thankfully noticed your dilemma and silenced the call before opening your texts with Paul. They explained the situation to him before putting your phone back down.

“Did I miss quali?” You whispered as you tilted your head toward your coach without opening your eyes. “I never miss quali, but I think I did.”

“You technically didn’t,” They whispered back as they looked at their watch. “It started 10 minutes ago, but you’re not watching it you hear me.”

“Can you play it on a low volume? I just wanna hear how he’s doing.”

“If he called you, I assume not good.”

“You don’t know that,” You snapped, opening your eyes to briefly glare before closing them tightly once again. “Maybe there was a delay. Can you please just put it on? I just want to listen.”

“Fine, but stop talking,” They chuckled lightly as they opened your phone and the F1TV app before going onto the F2 session. “I’m keeping the volume down, but it’s delayed.”

You assumed it was rain as you listened to the commentary, but most of it went in one ear and out the other. That is until the session actually started going. The doctor came in and fitted you for the brace right as Paul went into provisional pole before the rain started picking up again. 

There was no time for anyone to beat Paul’s time, so he was on pole for the race. This was the first race you felt upset about not being there for him. This was his first pole in F2, and you weren’t there to support him. You had to do so from a distance. 

After you were fitted and got the brace situated, your doctor sent you on your way after prescribing some light pain meds. Your coach picked up the meds before dropping you back off at your house. 

“You stay in here, I’ll tend to the horses,” They said as they left you to your devices. You immediately pulled out your phone to call Paul since the meds were finally kicking in and your head was not pounding as much anymore. Paul answered almost immediately.

“Do I need to drop this weekend? Do you need me home?” He rushed out. It sounded like he was still in the garage, but he was moving somewhere quieter. “I can get on a flight home, just say the word.”

“Stop talking so much,” You giggled lightly before shushing him. “You’re loud.”

“I’m sorry,” He whispered into the phone. You couldn’t see him, but he cupped his phone so the only sound coming in was his voice. “Is this better?”

“Much,” You whispered back as you got more comfortable on the couch. “And no, I don’t want you to come home. I want you to sweep the weekend for me. I’ll be watching from here.”

“No, you better be healing,” Paul dragged out. “I need you to focus on yourself for once, and not make your concussion worse.”

“When did I tell you I had a concussion?” You asked more to yourself, but you genuinely could not remember telling him anything about your injuries. Did you say something?

“I talked to your coach before the qualifying session, and they told me about the concussion and fractured clavicle,” He responded as he sat down in the driver’s room. “How are you feeling right now? Could we Facetime?”

“The light burns my eyes, so I wouldn’t be looking at you,” You attempted to joke, but it fell flat as Paul still tried to switch the call to a Facetime. “You’re gonna be looking at my ceiling. The light burns.”

“I can deal with that,” He smirked as you answered the phone, and contrary to what he thought, he was met with your face instead of the ceiling. Paul immediately ran to hid in a dark supply closet, so there would be less lights around you. You noticed the change in lighting from behind your eyes, so you peeked open one eye and saw Paul’s smiling face. “What’s cooking, good-looking?”

“Shut up,” You wheezed but it dissolved into a groan as you felt the pain in your shoulder and head flare up. It was a running joke you and Paul had, but right now, it wasn’t as funny as it normally was. “You’re cute, but stop.”

“I’ll never stop complimenting you,” He flirted, causing you to laugh lightly. “I can order you dinner and have it delivered if you want. I want to make sure you’re okay if I’m not coming home to take care of you.”

“I think I can take care of myself for two days, but food would be great,” You chuckled as you tried to keep at least one eye on Paul. “I miss you.”

“Do go saying that, or I’ll come home,” Paul teased. “I miss you too, and the one time I get pole, you get injured.” That seemed to set off a lightbulb in his head as he gasped. “Wait, are you not gonna be able to compete in the Olympics now?”

“One step at a time, Paulito,” You sighed. Truly, you hadn’t thought of it, but you knew it was coming up soon. You were confident the concussion would be healed by then, but if you had to ride with a fractured clavicle, so be it. “We’ll cross that bridge when we get there. I’m confident in Hollister-”

“But what about you?” Paul cut you off. You knew what he meant. He was asking if you were confident you would heal in time.

“I don’t know yet. Ask me in a couple of days,” You sighed as you felt your head getting heavier. “I’m gonna go to sleep, but I’ll call you before the race. I love you, Paul.”

“I love you too,” He sighed sadly. He knew that was weighing on your mind about the possibility of not being able to compete, and he felt bad about reminding you of it. 

The next couple of days, you slept through almost the entire day. Your head hurt too much to leave your room, and any light or sound caused your head to throb again. Your coach was amazing and offered to take care of your horses for you and continue to train them for the Olympics. Your dream wasn’t dead yet. You tried texting Paul, but the blue light burned your eyes. You found out he placed second in the sprint, but you never found out how he did in the feature.

You were blindly walking to the kitchen in search of any food as you couldn’t remember the last time you ate when you heard the door open and close. Part of you wanted to shout at them, but the other half knew what a horrible idea that would be. You just kept your eyes closed and continued to rummage through the fridge. 

“Need some help there?” Paul teased as he set his stuff down and walked up behind you. “What are you feeling?”

“I want you to take me home,” You whined as you leaned back into his chest, causing him to wrap an arm tightly around your waist. 

“You are home, silly,” Paul chuckled lightly as he kissed your cheek and grabbed one of your comfort foods from the fridge. 

“No,” You dragged out as you turned in his arms and wrapped your arms around his torso. “I just wanna stay in your arms. This is home.”

“You can stay in my arms as long as you want,” Paul consoled as he kissed the crown of your head. “I’m not going anywhere for a while. Just you and me until you’re ready for the Olympics.”

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This was written immediately after his live. I made some espresso and let my thoughts take over

Hit Different by SZA is the song playing in my head whenever I think about Hyune because I just know being loved by him and his stroke game, *giggles* hits different.

*first glance…second glance to the right*

Stay would think he’s looking at skijigi but it’s actually you. Being a little slut. A fucking tease. How did you get here? Well he had had asked you to come to the dance studio and watch him and the boy’s practice. He just needed you around. And while that’s all good and sweet, all that good and sweet shit went right out the window the second he decided to take off his shirt. Drenched in sweat and droplets of the fresh black hair dye. You decided right then and there the minute this practice was over, you would need him to fuck you into am oblivion. Getting wet and squirming around just thinking about it. Even after practicing for hours he always had so much energy left, so much more to give, so much stamina. “fuck” you thought to yourself…and was that a moan?..did you just let out a moan at the sheer thought of being fucked by your boyfriend? “Yeah I’m down bad” but that’s how he liked you. Down. And bad. Such a bad little slut and that’s what you intended to be.

Saying your “see you laters’” to the boys you thought it was finally time to put your plan into action but that was quickly shut down when hyune mentioned he wanted to go live in instagram and play around with it like Seungmin had just done

“I have something for you to play around with”

Looking at you with that cheeky grin he always gives you as he pulls you closer so that he’s right near your ear, “be a good girl and wait till after and I’ll play around with you until you’re begging me to stop” he whispers as he squeezes your hips

And that’s how you got here. Hyune on live and you off to his right, left hand playing with your titties and right hand in your pants. Making those faces you know he loves. You tried to be a good girl, you tried to wait, you really did but that’s just not you. You have a hard time following his rules and he knows that. And unbeknownst to you, you fell right into his trap.

As soon as the live is ended he doesn’t even look at you as he tells you “clothes off, now” meanwhile he’s stripping himself of his own. You follow his command quick. Embarrassingly quick. “Oh now you know how to listen? After that fucking show you just put on, now you want to be a good girl?” Standing there nude as your own arousal begins to drip down your legs, you want nothing more than to pounce on him but you that look in his eyes, if you wanted to cum, you know better than to move a fucking muscle without his command. “Come here”

Feeling that heat you recognize all too well building in your core as you walk over to him, praying he lets you cum, praying he lets your behavior slide this one time…

As soon as your within his reach he pulls you on top of him, immediately inserting his dick in you, giving you no time to adjust to the sudden stretch and fullness, “oh m-my god”

“What’s wrong princess? Too much? Isn’t this what you wanted? You were just being a disobedient slut a few minutes ago, only good girls get patience” he spits at you as he’s quite literally rearranging your insides.

“And if you think you’re going to cum you wrong, good slits get to cum, a-are you a good girl huh baby?” You, speechless and already on a different planet, head fallen back, you don’t answer.

Grabbing your neck making to make you look at him, “answer. My. Question” fucking into you with each word. “Are you a good girl?”

“Ughh fuckk, I- I’m n-not a good girl”

He’s not satisfied with that answer, “you’re not a good girl what?”, tightening his grip on your hip and neck.

“I’m not a g-good girl d-daddy!”, you practically scream out. Grip on your neck loosened, just a little. as his pace began to slow, you pick up yours, up and down, up and down, grinding on him like you were in heat. He might’ve had you in the first half but it’s your turn. Slowing down your pace as you grab the nape of his neck bringing him closer to you. “Don’t act innocent, you know I’m a bad girl, *grind* and you knew exactly what you were doing giving me a rule you knew I would break didn’t you?” *another slow swirl of you hips. The look on his face is priceless, “I’m not a good girl daddy, and you like that don’t you? If you thought I wasn’t going to cum all over your dick you’re the wrong one”

Picking up your pace again, determined to keep your word and to milk him for every drop cum he has. Regaining some of his energy, he holds you tight and stands up, dick reaching places, hitting grooves it never has before, punishment for you all but forgotten. Both of you whispering swears and “I love yous”, chasing your highs until you feel that knot in your stomach finally unravel, and he simultaneously releases into you, fucking his cum into you.

As he sits down, you still attached and him still inside you, both of you trying to catch your breath. “I think I’m going to go live again tomorrow after practice, do you wanna come watch?” He says breathlessly as he giggles. Head on his shoulder as you watch the rain drops hitting the pane, all you can do is hum in agreement, smile on your face, hoping he’s forgotten about your punishment..

A/n: Hyune know he was deadass wrong for going live in that tank. Looking that fucking delicious ughh I could’ve jumped through my phone and fucked him right there😖

pls feel free to like, reblog, comment, as I’m still new to the fan fic world any feedback is appreciated, smooches💋

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[onsunnyside]

yet another prompt from my bestie’s ask: drum roll please (pun intended)… here’s drummer!Rafe

The road to stardom is wild and loud, full of flashing lights and cheering crowds in a new city every night. It's also full of distractions that come in various shapes and colours, whether that be liquor bottles, a white powdery substance, or the endless line of groupies. Rafe and his band are no strangers to indulging in those distractions, the rugged and crazy lifestyle quickly became a part of their rockstar image.

You have a dream to make it big, and to see your name on the silver screen with the generation's greatest. Unfortunately, Hollywood was beyond tough on those who weren't already born within the golden gates. You're a lucky one, with all your hard work and sleepless nights, you go from waitressing and living in a trailer park in L.A. to living comfortably in your dream home with a resume that just keeps getting longer and longer.

You meet Rafe at a mutual friend's party. You've been close with one of his bandmates for a little while, and finally got the opportunity to meet the rest of them.

Your first impressions are awful, to say the least: you were excited to meet the drummer of the famed rock band and have been staring at him all night, working up the courage one smidge at a time. When he slips out the balcony doors, you take your chance.

Rafe's leaning over the railing, cigarette hanging from between his fingers as he types on his phone. When you step beside him, he glances at you, blue eyes lazily dragging over your figure.

"I thought groupies weren't allowed in here."

You stand there dumbfounded, jaw on the floor as he blows the smoke.

"I'm not—"

He cuts you off with a heavy sigh, "don't tell me you're a friend of a friend, or a classmate from childhood, or someone's long-distance girlfriend. I've heard it all, trust me."

You cross your arms, heat filling your chest, "Do you talk to everyone like that?"

"Just those who deserve it." His voice is low, "Beat it, sweetheart. You don't want to get thrown out and risk ruining that pretty dress, now do you?"

You don't know what his problem was. For someone so loved and adored, he was a fucking asshole. You supposed that's the lovely work of PR teams, they can make even the cruellest monsters into angels. Hell, even your team worked tirelessly to maintain your image.

"You're still here? Don't you have a security guard to blow, or a tour bus to break into?" He asks condescendingly, hair falling over his forehead as he leans down, studying you with that stupid smirk. “Who are you fucking, huh? Is it one of the desperate socialites, or the wannabe models?”

His laugh breaks into a shout when your drink splashes on his face, the alcohol dripping down his chin to his chains and silk blue shirt, "what the fuck—"

You don't stay long enough to hear his curses and return to the penthouse, promising yourself to never speak to him again.

I'm sensing... hate fucking: his hand is over your mouth and you're pressed against the tiled wall, dress hiked up and legs around his waist. The party rages on inside the club, hopefully still lively enough that no one will notice your absence. Tonight was for you to celebrate your first big award win, you didn't know Rafe was coming with your mutual friend, and you'd die before admitting that you're glad he did.

You can't help your moans, his cock effortlessly hitting your sweet spot with every rock. He fills you so deeply, stretching your hole with his fat girth, and it pains you to know that he's ruined you for anyone else. You just know you'll be a limping mess.

"Shut up. God, you never fucking shut up." He grunts, his hand falling to your throat, "You wanna get caught? Want everyone to know you're fucking a... what is it you called me?"

He grinds into you and you gasp, gaze locked on his lips. He was a great kisser, the best you've ever had, but you'd never tell him that, just like how you refused to ask for another.

"A-An ungrateful prick."

His eyes gleamed dangerously, sweat brimming at his brow, "Yeah, that's it. I bet you're grateful I didn't leave when you told me to."

He keeps you pinned to the wall with his hips and his other hand slips where you meet. His skillful fingers toy with your needy bundle and your body convulses, your juices nearly dripping down his length.

"And you said I never shut up."

A harsh slap lands on your clit and your choked whimper turns into a loud whine when he repeats the action again, harder this time. The lewd sounds of your wetness bounce off the washroom walls. If you had any shame left, it was gone now, tucked in his pocket with your torn underwear.

"You'll be on your knees and thanking me by the end of the night. I can promise you that."

I can only imagine how nasty drummer!Rafe is 😮‍💨 the kinks, the spitting, the choking, the messy "let me fuck my cum back into you," the tasteful nude polaroids, and wiping your tears when you cum so hard you cry, "that's it. let it out, baby. such a good girl for daddy."

Can't forget about the disgusting lyrics he'd write about you (ofc there are sweet ones too but that's not until later), telling the whole world how much he loves the way you taste and feel, how you're his filthy little angel and that you bring him closer to heaven with your body.

Oh the sexting !! When he's on tour and you're working, it's hard to make time for each other. Sometimes he'll send you a picture of his hard bulge through his jeans with a cheeky "wish you were here." When you win another big award (and inevitably become a style icon overnight bc of your dress), he sends flowers, cute lil note, and ofc, a nut video with sound 😌 "the next time I see you, I'm fucking you in that dress."

[angelbitezzz]

OKAY SO. Player replaces Bill. Design-wise, it depends how far you want the resemblance to extend. The good news is that UT is already a pixel-y game so the heart/SOUL is rather geometric. If you want it to really resemble Bill’s design (and, potentially, some backstory features??) I am sliding this (very rough) idea to the table:

(Made extremely quickly and badly in CSP.) It’s made out of three (approximate) squares to really reinforce the geometric visual. Ofc the eye could be weirdly organic like Bill’s, but that’s up to you. I do think an eye is fitting given that the Player bears witness to so much, is shown much more than they can ever hope to influence. Arms and legs are optional ofc. If you go without the limbs, you could even stretch the reference to the Xbox version of UT where if you disconnect the controller, you get a bunch of text about various body parts not being connected. (“No head is connected. No body is connected. No arms are connected…” and so on.)

(Maybe the heart shape isn’t their true form, merely the only one they can take to be visually comprehended here?)

Story-wise, I could see the Player seeing something of a kindred soul (no pun intended) in Gaster, wanting to show him the things they can see. (“There’s more to this than just your singular timeline in your singular universe” and “You could be so much happier if you do X, Y, and Z— believe me, I’ve seen other timelines” and “You’re the only one in this silly game who understands that there’s so much MORE! That there’s another existence. Just let me show it to you!” Maybe even a little bit of, “I’m doing this because you’ve always been my favorite.”)

Possibly originally well-intentioned, unlike Bill, but still neglects to really comprehend the cosmic horror they’re inflicting on Gaster. Do they encourage him to build something like the portal to escape this singular universe and timeline, only for it to go horribly? (You could tie in the machine in Sans’ basement…) Does he build it himself, because he desperately wants to witness the things the Player tells him about? Does he want to see the Player’s “true form”? (Is this a twisted love story? An “I will defy the nature of the multiverse to be in the same existence as you” story?) Is he doing this to sate his own curiosity, or to help others? (Basically— how much are you leaning into Ford’s character, and how much are you keeping in line with your Gaster/the UT storyline of wanting to solve a huge problem that affects everyone?)

Does the Player turn on Gaster? Or is it all a big misunderstanding? A mistake? Are they cruel, or kind? Given the nature of many UT players I would assume kind, at least at first. But this is your AU, not mine.

Anyway feel free to take or leave whatever, build on anything here, ignore it, change it— whatever! :3 Hope this at least gave you some ideas~

ohhhhhHhh I like these a lot. You're making me think THOUGHTS

[rabbitsrams]

size kink with schlatt but the roles are reversed :D (fem reader)

(don't rly see this often when speaking abt this kink, even in my own writing lol)

nsfw under the cut, minors dni, 18+ only.

so. what do i mean by roles are reversed? it's simple: the shorter person is the one who's in control/power/etc.

like idk, it kinda drives me wild the idea of big and tall schlatt underneath you, who's so much smaller than him.

teasing the absolute shit out of him and seeing him whimper and writhe underneath you. god.

"aw, am i too small for you?"

"my big guy looks so pretty under me like this."

big tough schlatt becoming absolute putty in your hands as soon as you push him on the bed in that certain way.

TYING HIM UP OH MY GOD????? BIG GUY AT YOUR MERCY????? A NEED!

him calling you 'miss' or 'mistress' (i'm dead, gone, goin' to heaven)

so much begging and pleading for you to use him, to stretch your tiny hole around his big cock. but goes silent as soon as you touch him.

"big tough guy has nothing to say now? use your words, angel."

"please, miss, please."

and ofc once you comply he thanks you with every other word.

pegging him oh my fcking god killing myself

call him a good boy and he's got his legs spread for you in an instant. he has such a huge (no pun intended) praise kink i don't make the rules.

he still praises you even if you're the one domming cause he just loves you <3

and the aftercare!!! esp if you tie him up or do smthn that requires a bit more energy, you're doting on him: running a bath, telling him how good he did, all that good stuff.

"you did so well for me, baby. i'm so proud of you."

and afterward him laying on your chest resting as you stroke his hair!!!!!!!!!! <3333 i am so soft for this man you don't even understand

[goosewriting]

Rise turtles with a gn!reader s/o who is very tall like 190 or 233 cm in height like some one piece characters bc if you watch it or read it yeah

My eyes are up here (pun intended) (rottmnt x reader)

summary: headcanons for the turtles with a very tall reader.

relationship: Rise Leo, Raph, Mikey, Donnie x tall GN reader (separate, established)

warnings: none!

word count: ~830

A/N: i’m assuming you meant a human reader, for which 233 cm is freaking massive so i went with 203 cm (6’8”). you can see the size comparison here (lmao splinter). i based the turtles’ heights on this chart; i’m fairly sure that’s the canon one. also sorry this one’s so short! i’m pretty short myself (pun not intended) so racking my brain to come up with these was particularly difficult sdjfhsdf

(english is not my first language. constructive criticism and grammar corrections are very appreciated!)

— — —

🔵 Leo

Leo discovered how much he likes being the small spoon when he started cuddling with you.

Most times he wants to feel like the “protector”.

He is a ninja after all.

But when he really grasped your size and build, that perception shattered completely.

Loves it when you tower over him.

He is 100% smitten with you.

Has definitely misjudged a distance or depth so that you end up hitting your head or shoulder somewhere because he pushed/dragged you with him, convinced you’d fit.

When Leo’s feeling cocky, he’ll probably try to kabe-don you, but will get too flustered every time.

Has begged you a million times to do the Dirty Dancing move where he comes running and you lift him up, spinning.

Whether you feel like you can pull it off or not is up to you lol

🔴 Raph

Our big boy in red is delighted.

He’s usually the biggest/tallest one in the room.

So when April introduced you to the group he was all starry eyed.

You’re so tall!

After you got together, his favourite thing is when you hug him and rest your chin on his head.

Forehead kisses 🥺

You’re the only one who can do the thing to him where you hold something over his head and mock him about not being able to reach.

His shell doesn’t really allow him to be the small spoon (which makes him a bit sad).

So instead your favourite cuddling position is you on your back and Raph on top, with your legs at his side as he rests his face on your chest/stomach.

You can’t help but gently trace the edge of his shell and spikes on his shoulder, he looks so peaceful!

Raph may or may not have purred at this while asleep.

Your cheeks burn up every time you think about it.

🟠 Mikey

Mikey is shmol.

And that’s a fact.

How he managed to pull someone as tall as you, he has no idea.

You always call him “pocket size” to tease him, but you mean it endearingly, not in a mocking manner.

He lets you get away with it, but will use the “how’s the weather up there?” joke if he wants to tease you back.

Mikey loves getting piggy back rides.

You may or may not leave things up high on purpose so you can come up from behind, offering to help him reach it.

No matter your body type, Mikey will 100% ask you to pose for him so he can draw you.

He’s fascinated by how far your limbs can reach.

Will often hold out his hand over yours to compare sizes.

Or stretch out his legs when sitting next to you, seeing how when your hips are aligned, his feet don’t go much farther than your knees.

🟣 Donnie

The purple turtle doesn’t really care about what you look like.

He has his spider leg thingies so he can reach wherever.

But with your height, he’ll still try to take advantage of it by having you help out in his lab somehow.

Either by holding several things in place at the same time.

Or using you as a measuring instrument when he doesn’t have his measuring tape at hand.

“Hey Y/n, come here and stretch your arm along this panel please.”

He aligns the tips of your fingers to the metal panel and marks where it ends on your upper arm with a pen.

Then guides you towards a different panel to get the right length to cut them the same size.

Really he’s just using that as an excuse to touch you, but don’t point it out or he’ll stop doing it.

And you’re amused as well so why confront him about it.

Donnie has definitely used something along this line* against you when he was mad about something.

When he’s feeling especially vulnerable or blue, he’ll take off his battle shell and sit back with his soft shell against your chest so you hug him from behind. Your arms are long enough to completely engulf him.

*Transcription: “What was that? Sorry, I just thought somebody above the national average height said something. (Dry chuckle) You’re disgusting, tall man. Shrink.”

Bonus:

🐀 Splinter (platonic, friendly kid-in-law kinda relationship)

Be aware that if you offer him a ride on your shoulders once, he will not hesitate to ask you for them when out and about.

For example when exploring the Hidden City.

If you’re nearby and he wants to talk to Draxum and is trying to make a point, he may climb you up himself and sit on your shoulders to be more on eye level with him.

Doesn’t like it when he’s trying to reach for something high up and you pick it up for him.

Instead has no shame in asking you to pick him up and towards the high shelf so that he can reach for the thing himself.

~~~~~

🐥 taglist: [more info in my pinned post!] @hearteyedracoon, @koalaray, @maribatshipper, @whygz, @lovelylovelydreams

[sitp-recs]

HP Rec Fest, Day 19

@hprecfest couldn’t come up with a better prompt on my birthday if they wanted 😂 my moment to be the horny on main has finally come (pun intended) and I had so much fun planning this rec post - it’s been a long time coming too, as naturally this was the very first prompt I checked when the fest started! You can probably guess just by looking at this rec list that I’m a big smut fan and champion. I love reading it, talking about it and reccing it. The fics I reread the most are PWPs and I’m even more obsessed when they offer hot dirty talk (am actually picky about it!) and exceptional character development. In fact, some of the most insightful, sensitive and sophisticated character studies I’ve seen come from deeply underrated smutty fics and I’ll die on this hill!

Today I’m breaking my own rule of only reccing two fics and avoiding stories I’ve recced before because a) this is too good an opportunity to scream about my faves again b) it’s my birthday and I can do whatever I want 😌 the Drarry rec was actually bit more challenging as my usual smutty favorites involve rare pairs. I’ve been working hard to highlight lesser known fics but this time I’m staying true to the request - which of course it’s completely subjective - and chose my favourite even if it’s a widely known and popular fic. I feel so privileged to be reading and reccing these masterpieces as a birthday celebration! You’ll find some of my favourite quotes below, as a treat 🔥

Day 19) fic with the hottest smut

Drarry:

Tales from the Special Branch by Femme (E, WIP)

“You slag," he says, but there's no sharpness to the words. They're warm and soft, and he stills, looking up at Potter, his heart stuttering. "Whore," Potter whispers. It comes out like an endearment, gentle against Draco's jaw.

Draco's eyes flutter shut. His whole body feels heated, flushed, every nerve ending aware of Potter pressed against him. The phial of lube is still clenched tight in his fingers; he lets it slide free, dropping to the coverlet beside them. "I want you," he says. "It's madness, I know. We've lost our bloody minds." He opens his eyes, and Potter's watching him, hair mussed, cheeks pink.

"I can't keep away," Potter says. He strokes a knuckle along Draco's face. "I don't want to keep away."

I considered going for a hidden gem but it was no use, I just had to celebrate this epic classic and stay true to my heart! when it comes to ust and smut imo this is hands down the hottest thing I’ve ever read. there are so many iconic and breathtaking sex scenes it’s impossible to pick just one; I’ve reread most of them more times than I care to admit and they all have carved their way inside my brain. I love how desperately wanton Harry and Draco are for each other in this fic! I keep replaying every dirty word, every slutty kiss, every chaotic and intense af sexual encounter they have over the course of this superb and deliciously long case fic/secret relationship series. at this point everyone and their dog has heard of, and read, this series but if you haven’t yet you’re in for a treat! block your schedule this holiday season and go grab some popcorn for this brilliant masterclass in writing, flangst and smut - so much top notch smut to feast on you’ll want to live in this universe forever. you’re welcome!

Rare pair:

Euphoria by birdsofshore (Albus/Scorpius + Albus/Draco, E, 37k)

"Please." I can see Al's legs quivering. They must be getting tired, hooked over Father's shoulders like that for so long. "Please, Draco. Fuck me. Fuck me some more."

Bloody hell. His words go straight to my prick. Father's arse cheeks clench, and he thrusts forward a little deeper into Al, as if he can't help himself. Al moans, and I don't know what's better, hearing it, or seeing my father's reaction to it.

"Very well." Father pulls back to a kneeling position, his hands gripping Al's thighs. I can see Al's hole stretched around the head of my father's cock. "Watch. You might learn something."

I double dare you to find anything hotter than this fic and believe me, I’ve read TONS of smut across many ships and fandoms. Am I biased due to my particular fondness for age gap and sharing/cuckolding kink? Maybe so 🌝 but I promise you this is unlike any other smut you’ve read before - it’s not only smoking hot with the kind of self-indulgent, relentless athletic sex that leaves you sweating (and horny), it’s also pov multiple written in the first person and how brilliant is that??? birds sells herself short in the AN saying this is just 30k of pure unadulterated porn but I’d argue this is actually a masterpiece, an extremely clever, nuanced and perfectly executed character study, mainly of Scorpius. I am impressed beyond words by what birds was able to deliver in 30k of yes, unapologetic kinky smut. DILF Draco, wanton Albus and sweet conflicted Scorp are a sight to behold and will live rent free in your mind after you read this 🪦

Bonus:

Utter Cockslut (A Worthy Cause) by Lokifan (Drarry, Draco/others, E, 7.5k)

Harry grinned darkly. “All right, Draco, get ready for the last few. Make sure you’re good for them; I’m a man who keeps my promises.”

Draco went up on his toes, craning round to see the next wizard. He strained to make out faces in the murky light; after being fucked by Weasley, he knew it could be almost anyone waiting for their chance to have him.

He felt anxiety shiver through him deliciously. Harry went and spoke to the wizards there, his voice low and businesslike. Giving them instructions on how to use him, maybe? Draco hurt from desire.

gangbang galore!!!! this fic has been one of my favourite PWPs to revisit for some years now. I’ll never get over Lokifan’s smut tbh, every fic was obviously written to check my personal boxes and the pacing, characterization and dialogue are so masterfully done I’m always gutted when it’s over. they’ve written smut for some of my favorite ships and they’re all equally delicious but nothing beats (hehe) this one: downright sinful and decadent as the summary suggests but also surprisingly very sweet! established drarry doing the nasty together is my comfort food and here you can feel how much trust and love they have for each other. Harry & Draco are 100% connected throughout the whole fic and the bits of playful teasing, desperate affection and tender aftercare in-between fucks made me swoon! this is a must read for anyone who loves to see Draco getting some diq and loving it, but also to my fellow Dron fans out there! their smutty times are deliciously hot and so funny too, with a lovable horny Ron being egged on by the devils. HBD me! 😂🎉

[justaduckarts]

Prompt Idea! SH finds out Eclipse is ticklish, maybe?

If that doesn't tickle you fancy (pun intended), maybe another Obscura one-shot? (Just give me more Obscura...)

Hello!

This took me a bit because I was super torn between ideas for this ask. I really did want to write some more Obscura, but Eclipse being darn adorable ended up winning.

That being said, I hope you enjoy <3

Rain pattered gently on the roof.

Clawed hands trailed across the spines of well-kept books. Searching. Eclipse's foot tapped as he scanned over titles.

Beside him, you were also looking. Hoping to find a book that might help occupy your free time.

A day off like this was rare.

When you spotted something that looked interesting, you reached out for it. Your hand very lightly brushed over Eclipse's side.

The towering god beside you jumped, rising off the ground a good few inches. You watched a shiver run through his whole body before he turned to you.

"Darling," he chuckled, "what was that for?"

"Oh my goodness," you tried to stop yourself from laughing, "forgive me, I'd no idea you were-

"No-

"Ticklish?"

Eclipse looked at the grin on your face and the stars in your eyes.

"Absolutely not," he said sternly. You giggled, wiggling your fingers at him.

"Surely a little tickling isn't going to hurt. Right?"

Eclipse struggled to keep the smile off his face as he took a step back from you.

"My dear, surely you wouldn't take advantage of my weaknesses in such a cruel way," he joked. Your only response was a mock-villain laugh. The playful response earned you a warm, raucous laugh as Eclipse turned and ran from your outstretched hands.

Delighted, you chased after him.

Through the library and out into the temple halls. Warm sun pouring through stained glass windows, painting the black marble shades of red and orange. The sound of boots against the marble echoed as your partner rushed away from you.

When Eclipse rounded the corner, you rushed to catch up.

However, as you turned the corner yourself... you found the hallway empty.

Confused, you peeked around a few of the pillars lining the hall. Nothing.

Behind you, the shadows shifted and stretched. Clawed hands emerged from the dark, grasping you by the shoulders. A gasp jumped out of you as you were snatched backwards.

Four loving arms wrapped around you. That cozy smell of cinnamon washed over you.

"Cheeky thing," Eclipse laughed, kissing your cheek. You laughed, swinging your legs.

"It appears I've been captured," you sighed, "how unfortunate for me."

"Hm, yes," Eclipse chuckled, "your days of evildoing are over."

"That's what you think," you laughed, "you can't hold me forever."

"Is that a challenge?" Eclipse's rays grew brighter. He shuffled you around so that you were cradled in his arms, looking up at his grinning face.

"It might be," you taunted, "are you up for it?"

"You're going to regret this," Eclipse laughed, "unlike you, I have hands to spare."

"Are you seriously planning to hold me forever?" Your face flushed at the thought.

"I'll certainly try." He winked.

[pe0ple3ater]

please write melissa/etoiles sounding if you want to because that sounds (pun intended) DELICIOUS.

the way you wrote melissa domming him… oh it’s so perfect. i simply adore etoiles content.

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YESS sounding...sounding Etoiles specifically. My dream. Okay, this is not the best but I've been thinking about this since it was requested. Here you go!

They've done this a few times, so Etoiles is utterly relaxed in the seat he's tied in. Despite the red ropes around him, he squirms in anticipation. He's wanted to do this forever and been patient and good enough to indulge.

"Miss, I am going to die if we do not start soon," Etoiles whines, typically not one to speak out of turn, especially with Melissa. Still, he's so eager that the buzzing anticipation under his skin is starting to make him restless and uncomfortable. Melissa hums and looks at him, cooing and letting her eyes drag over his body.

Etoiles tries not to preen at the attention. His hands are tied behind him to keep them out of the way, and his legs are tied to the legs of the chair to keep him still. He's entirely naked other than the collar around his neck, bright red leather, the one he uses for Roier and Melissa. He breathes slowly and straightens his back, looking up at her with big eyes.

Melissa laughs at him and pats his cheek gently, cupping his face and smiling when he leans into her touch. He turns his head to kiss her palm, and she moves her hand back to scratch at his scalp.

"Be patient, perrito. I'm almost ready." Melissa says and kisses his cheek; Etoiles' face burns, and he nods. He forces himself to relax, laying his head over the seat's backrest and closing his eyes. He focuses on breathing and the feeling of rope around his wrists to satiate himself.

Melissa's hand wraps around his cock, and Etoiles hums, lifting his head and looking at her. Melissa smiles and drags her hand up his dick slowly, and Etoiles' breath catches. He fights to stay still, pulling at the rope around his wrists and feeling it dig into his skin.

"Good boy, stay still for me. I'm going to start," She says, reaching to the side table to pick up a thin metal rod. Just looking at it has Etoiles whining and shivering, body feeling like it's on fire from the anticipation. "We'll start small, okay, perrito? So you can get used to it; if you're good, we'll go bigger," she explains, and Etoiles is so thankful for her gentle reassurance. As much as he's excited, the thought of a metal rod in his dick is enough to put even the bravest men off a bit. Etoiles nods and takes a deep breath, shaking his nerves off and relaxing into the seat. He trusts Melissa; she's the perfect blend of cruelty and kindness for Etoiles—a push and pull between pain and pleasure, just like Etoiles needs.

The sound is drenched in lube, and Melissa pours more over his dick to make sure. She presses the tip of the rod to his slit and looks up at him, gazes soft "You're positive?" she questions, and Etoiles nods again, swallowing hard.

"Yes, please," he whispers, voice already a little hoarse and breaking. Melissa nods and slowly presses the sound into his urethra. Etoiles' jaw clenches at the feeling. The stretch hurts, but the feeling of the rob inside of him feels like nothing he's ever experienced before. Melissa is staring at him, watching his reactions closely to make sure he's okay. Etoiles pants, and once the sound is as deep as it can be, Melissa wraps the hand, not holding the sound does a long drag up and down his cock.

Etoiles gasps, hips twitching up just a little. It feels so good that he's dizzy, close to when Melissa forced him into a prostate orgasm, but still not the same. Melissa coos softly and pulls the sound out a little before fucking it back in. Etoiles groans and whines, nails digging into his palm.

"How's it feel?" Melissa questions, jerking Etoiles off slowly and smiling up at him. Etoiles' brain scrambles for the words to describe it. His eyes flutter, and he whimpers desperately. Melissa doesn't help, moving her hand faster and giggling at him.

"It's-" Etoiles gasps and throws his head back, the feeling washing over him so intense it takes his breath away "-good. So good, miss," he chokes out, voice high and whiny. Melissa smiles at him, and Etoiles shivers. He's so close, teetering on the edge. He whimpers and looks down at Melissa between his legs. His body curls into itself a bit. "Close," he whines, and Melissa coos.

"You're going to cum for me, perrito? Such a good boy, cum for me," she says softly, jerking him off quicker and smiling at the way he thrashes a bit, and his head falls back.

Etoiles' vision whites out, his back arches, and he chokes on his moans. He's shaking like crazy, and Melissa is still jerking him off, sending sharp spikes of overstimulation through Etoiles' body. He gasps and jerks, hips twitching up into her hand, broken whimpers leaving his throat.

It takes a second before Melissa finally decides he's had enough. She very slowly pulls the sound out of him, every inch making him groan in a delicious mix of pleasure-pain. She sets it aside gently and stands, looking down at Etoiles with a smile.

Etoiles falls asleep, satisfied and hazy.

Etoiles is dizzy. His ears are ringing. He closes his eyes and tries to catch his breath; vaguely he registers Melissa untying his hands and legs, cleaning him, and stepping away. Etoiles floats in post orgasm haze and allows Melissa to pour water down his throat and lead him to the couch. Melissa sits and pulls Etoiles to lay with his head on her lap. She pulls a blanket over him and runs her fingers through his hair. Etoiles' eyes close. He melts under her hands and shivers.