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Kinktober - {Day One}

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{Elijah Mikaelson x F!Reader} Request {Anon}: hii for kinktober can i request cockwarming w elijah? maybe elijah is working or something in the study and r goes n is all needy

♡♡ Hello darlings! This is day one of Kinktober! I hope everyone is looking forward to all the posts this month! ♡♡

1.7k words - Kinks: Cockwarming & a needy reader...

It was one of those cold fall nights, where the air was crisp and the wind howled through the trees. The compound was quiet, all of its inhabitants tucked away in bed, sound asleep. Well, not all.

Your bed was missing an inhabitant, the one that had left a few hours prior with a kiss on the cheek and a promise to return as soon as possible. You were waiting for him. You had tried sleeping, but the emptiness beside you just didn't allow it. So you waited, and you waited…

After a while, when a chill started to spread over your skin, you grabbed the thick blanket off the foot of the bed and wrapped it around yourself, making your way to Elijah's study.

You leaned against the doorframe and watched him. His hair was slightly tousled from running his fingers through it, his sleeves were rolled up and his tie discarded on the table, and his eyes were glued to the book in his hand, as he took notes in his leather bound journal. He looked absolutely delicious.

"Eli?" you called out, your voice quiet, barely above a whisper.

He looked up, his eyebrows scrunching in worry when he noticed you.

"Why are you awake, love?"

You pushed off the frame and walked over to his desk. He turned his chair and reached his hand out, pulling you into his lap.

"Couldn't sleep," you said, snuggling into his chest.

He kissed the top of your head and his arm tightened around you.

"Are you alright?"

"Just lonely."

He let out a low chuckle, the sound vibrating against your skin. He was so warm and smelled like pine, and you couldn't help the content sigh that escaped your lips.

"I'm sorry I've been neglecting you."

"Mhm," you hummed, kissing the side of his neck, your fingers working on the buttons of his shirt.

He gently stopped you, taking your hand in his and bringing it up to his mouth.

"Sweetheart, I still have work to do," he said, brushing his lips over the back of your hand.

"I just want a little bit of your attention," you pouted, your hand sliding down his chest and stomach, before slipping underneath his shirt and stroking his soft skin.

His breath caught in his throat as your nails lightly scratched over his abdomen, his muscles twitching underneath your touch. You grinned at his response and shifted in his lap, your knees digging into the armrests. You moved closer, pressing yourself against him and his arms wrapped around your waist.

"Darling," he sighed, his hands moving down to cup your ass.

You leaned in, your lips brushing against his ear.

"What if I sit on your cock, would that be too distracting?" you asked, rolling your hips against his.

His fingers dug into the plump flesh, holding you in place. You felt him hardening underneath you and couldn't help the triumphant smirk that curled your lips.

"Please, Eli," you whispered, peppering kisses over his jaw. "I just want to feel you," you continued, nibbling at his earlobe. "You always make me feel so good, and I've missed you."

"You're not playing fair," he growled.

You grinned and moved back, looking down at him with hooded eyes. "You don't have to do anything, just let me sit on your cock, I promise I won't distract you from your work."

"Fine," he sighed, a smile playing on his lips.

Your grin widened and you lifted up on your knees, reaching underneath you to push his slacks and boxers down enough for his cock to spring free. His eyes followed your every move, and you could feel them burning on your skin as you moved your panties to the side.

He gripped the underside of his cock and held it in place as you lowered yourself on him, inch by inch, until you were sitting flush against him, his cock nestling perfectly inside you.

A moan slipped past your lips as he stretched you out, your pussy clenching around him. Your head fell forward and rested on his shoulder, your fingers twisting into his shirt as you tried to ground yourself.

He turned his head, his nose nuzzling into your hair, as the other hand settled on the small of your back.

"There you go," he cooed, his voice soothing, as his palm moved up and down the curve of your spine. "Does that feel better, my love?"

You nodded, your eyes closed as you savored the feeling of him. He pressed a kiss to your head and reached for his book, opening it to the page he left off on.

You were quiet as you sat on his cock, just like you promised. However, it was becoming increasingly difficult as the minutes passed by. Your whole body was throbbing with need and every now and then, your hips would jerk, the need to move, to feel him thrusting inside you becoming overwhelming.

Elijah's hand stilled on the paper, a small frown appearing between his brows. He wasn't easily distracted, but being inside you like this made it hard to focus.

"Are you alright?" you asked, your voice trembling, as you tried to hold back a moan.

He looked at you, his gaze darkening. You smiled, kissing his jaw, nibbling on the soft skin. His hand left the paper and settled on your thigh, his thumb brushing along your skin, moving closer to where you wanted him.

"Are you trying to distract me?" he asked, his fingers slowly moving towards your core.

"Maybe," you grinned, grinding against him.

He let out a growl and tightened his grip on your thigh, stilling you.

"You promised, darling," he reminded you, a warning in his voice.

You sighed, but stilled, settling for snuggling up to him, your hands running over his chest.

His fingers continued to trail along your thigh, drawing random patterns on your skin. Every now and then, his thumb would brush against your mound, and a low whine would slip past your lips.

"Please, Elijah," you whimpered, pushing against his hand, trying to get him to touch you.

"Shh, be a good girl and keep still."

Your body shivered at his words, and your pussy clenched around him. You buried your face in his neck, lips kissing and nibbling, your teeth gently scraping against his jaw.

It was torture, being seated in his lap, filled by him, his body warmth surrounding you, and yet unable to move. But it was also comforting in a way, having him inside of you, grounding you. Your eyelids grew heavy, and you blinked slowly, looking down at his hand. You watched his fingers move over the page, his penmanship neat and precise, as always, but there was a slight tremble to his fingers. You could see him struggle to hold himself back, and you knew it wouldn't take much to push him over the edge.

You moved slowly, your hands reaching under his shirt to trail up his torso, feeling every ridge and dip. He tensed and his grip on you tightened, a low groan escaping his lips. You smiled, satisfied, and did it again. This time, his cock twitched inside of you and you knew you had him.

"You're playing a dangerous game, sweetheart," he growled, his voice low and rough.

"Am I?" you asked, your innocent voice contradicting the way you were moving your hips, grinding down on him, his cock pressing into you in just the right spot.

"Fuck," he groaned, his head falling back.

You watched as his resolve completely crumbled, his eyes darkening, the veins underneath them becoming more prominent. Suddenly he threw his pen down and wrapped his arm around you, pulling you close. You squealed as he got up, his arms securely wrapped around you, his cock never leaving your warmth. He knocked all of his books and papers off the desk and set you down, his body pressing into you.

"Elijah," you breathed, his name coming out in a whine.

"Is this what you wanted?" He chuckled, enjoying your desperate expression.

You nodded, a moan slipping past your lips.

"Please, please," you begged.

"Such a needy girl."

His lips brushed over your neck, teeth biting down on the sensitive skin. He rolled his hips, slowly grinding against you, his cock hitting all the right spots.

"Tell me what you need, my love."

"You, Eli, I need you," you breathed.

Your hands were everywhere, scratching and tugging at his clothes, as you tried to find purchase, trying to ground yourself as he moved above you.

"I'm right here, darling," he whispered, his breath hot against your ear. "I'm not going anywhere."

Your hands found his back, nails digging into the fabric of his shirt as he increased his pace, his hips snapping against yours. The desk shook with the force of his movements, his thrusts hard and punishing.

"Look at me," he commanded, and you obeyed, looking up at him with wide eyes. "That's it, keep your eyes on me."

His hand trailed down your body and settled between your bodies, his fingers circling your clit. Your eyes rolled back, but you forced yourself to keep them open, and on him.

He watched you fall over the edge, your eyes glazed over, mouth slightly open as you panted and moaned his name. You were a sight to behold and he swiftly followed, his head falling into the crook of your neck, a string of curses and groans filling the room as his cock throbbed inside of you.

You giggled as he placed kisses along the side of your neck, trailing up to your jaw, and finally, he met your lips, capturing them in a gentle kiss.

"Well," he said, holding you close to him. "You got what you wanted."

"Definitely," you sighed, smiling softly.

He brushed your hair out of your face and tucked it behind your ear, his gaze soft and full of adoration. Then he looked at the mess on his desk, his notes, his journals, all scattered and torn, ruined by the sweat from your bodies and spilled ink. He shook his head and chuckled.

"Looks like I have more work to do now," he said.

"I'll help-"

"No," he cut you off. "I want you in my bed, naked, waiting for me."

"But I-"

He picked you up, and carried you to the bedroom, the sound of your squeals echoing through the compound. No more work was done that night, instead, his attention was solely on you, making sure that you would never feel lonely again.

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[whimsicalpolitical]

slow, needy make out session w ross

18+ mdni, smut

it’s too late when you get back to your hotel. nearly four am and it’s almost impossible that you’re not tired. you’ve been out in a pub with ross’ band mates and you were one of the last to leave.

when the both of you get rid of your shoes you turn on one of the bedside lamps which cast a warm light inside the room.

it’s too warm for you.

“do you mind if i open the window?” you ask, looking at ross who is freeing his hair from his hair tie only to re-new the bun.

“not at all, love.”

the handle cracks when you open the window and you exhale when the wind enters the dimly lit room.

you stand by the window for a second, enjoying that the cold gives you goosebumps all over your body.

behind you, ross lets out a quiet curse, his fingers fumbling as he tries to pull his hair back into a bun. you glance his way, his shirt lifts just enough to reveal the waistband of his underwear, the sharp lines of his hips dipping down beneath the fabric. your gaze lingers, caught by the curve of his body, the familiar sight somehow thrilling even now.

“darling,” ross says, a warning laced in his voice, and when you glance up, he’s smirking at you, his hands still in his hair.

“not doing anything,” you reply quickly, shrugging, though the grin tugging at your lips betrays you.

you slide off your jacket, tossing it onto the armchair in the corner before crawling onto the bed, leaning back against the headboard. you watch him, your chin resting in your hand, a contented smile playing on your lips.

ross raises a brow at you through the mirror as he finally gets his hair fixed. “waiting for a show, are you?”

“maybe,” you tease, letting your voice dip just enough to make his smirk widen.

he turns to face you, crossing the small room in a few easy steps until he’s standing at the foot of the bed. his hands find your ankles, tugging you gently until you’re sprawled beneath him.

“you should be tired, we’ve got a short night until we have to be up and moving again.”

“so,” you drag the short word out, “tire me out then.” you whisper back, your hands slipping beneath the hem of his shirt, fingers tracing the warm skin of his back.

ross leans down, his lips hovering over yours, but just before he can kiss you, you turn your head slightly, letting his lips graze your cheek instead. a smirk tugs at your mouth as you feel him pause, his breath warm against your skin.

“you’re ridiculous,” he murmurs, his voice low and teasing, his brows raising as he pulls back to look at you.

you shrug, biting your lip, and slowly crawl back on the bed, the duvet wrinkling beneath your knees as you move. your eyes never leave his, challenging, daring.

ross watches you for a moment, his jaw tightening just slightly, before he mirrors your move. he crawls toward you, matching your pace exactly, his long limbs making the effort seem effortless.

“you can run all you like, love,” he says, his voice a quiet rasp, “i’ll always catch you.”

you don’t get far before his hands find your waist, firm but gentle, pulling you closer as his body presses against yours. he looms over you now, his dark eyes fixed on yours, and you know you’ve lost this round.

“got you,��� he says softly, his lips quirking up into a lopsided grin before he finally kisses you.

his lips are warm and soft, and you melt into the kiss instantly, your hands moving up to thread through his hair. but then there’s the rough scrape of his beard against your skin, the contrast sharp and electrifying. it scratches faintly along your lips and chin, and you can’t help but love the way it feels—wild, unpolished, so very him.

your fingers trail from his hair to his beard, your thumb brushing along his jaw as you kiss him deeper. his beard tickles your palm, and he makes a quiet noise of approval, the sound rumbling low in his chest.

when he pulls back for a breath, you chase him, capturing his lips again, greedier this time. he smiles against your mouth, and you can feel it, his amusement at how easily you’ve given in.

“don’t know if its pathetic or adorable that you’re this easy.”

“m’not,” you mumble, your words slurring slightly as you press closer to him, your hands roaming the broad planes of his back beneath his shirt.

he hums in response, his hands sliding down to your hips, holding you steady as the kiss deepens, as everything else fades away, leaving only the warmth of his body and the way he feels like home.

ross presses his weight onto you as he deepens the kiss, his body warm and heavy against yours. his hands roam, slow and deliberate, sliding over your waist and up your sides, his fingers brushing the thin fabric of your top. you feel his touch everywhere, sending a shiver down your spine as you press closer, needing more of him.

his lips part against yours, and when his tongue slides gently into your mouth, you let out a quiet, needy whimper, your hands clutching at his shoulders, his back, anywhere you can hold onto him. his kiss is unhurried but consuming, like he’s savoring every second, and the taste of him—the faint trace of whiskey still lingering on his lips—makes your head spin.

“can’t get enough?”

“mh-mh,” you shake your head.

his hands shift lower, fingers splaying over your hips as he grips you firmly, holding you against him. the weight of him, the way his body pins yours to the bed, makes your heart race. you can feel every inch of him, solid and real, and it sends a warmth pooling through you.

ross pulls back just enough to trail his lips along your jaw, then down to your neck. the soft scrape of his beard makes your skin tingle, and you gasp, your breathing uneven as he grazes his mouth over the sensitive spot just beneath your ear.

“ross,” you breathe, your voice barely above a whisper, and it makes him smile against your skin. you can feel the curve of his lips, the warmth of his breath fanning over your neck.

“yes?”

he drags his lips slowly along your throat, his hands still roaming, sliding under your shirt to touch bare skin.

your fingers find their way to his hair, threading through the soft strands, tugging slightly as his kisses grow hungrier, and he groans low in his throat, the sound vibrating against your skin.

your breaths come faster now, your chest rising and falling beneath him, and the way your body reacts—the way you melt completely into him—seems to spur him on. he presses himself closer, his weight settling heavier over you, grounding you completely in the moment, until there’s nothing but him—his lips, his hands, his warmth.

his lips claim yours again, hot and slow, leaving you breathless. you barely notice the way his thigh shifts between your legs until the pressure makes your hips twitch involuntarily. a quiet whine escapes you, and you can feel the smile that pulls at his lips.

“how’d that feel? good?” he murmurs against your mouth, his voice soft but teasing, his thigh pressing just enough to make you gasp. “or s’ that better?”

you glare at him halfheartedly, but it’s impossible to hold it for long when he’s kissing you like this—his tongue sliding against yours, his hands firm as they keep you anchored beneath him. the heat of him is overwhelming, but it’s all you want, all you can think about.

you tug at his shirt, your fingers curling into the fabric as you break the kiss just long enough to mutter, “off.”

ross raises a brow, his expression amused as he pulls back slightly. “off?” he repeats, his tone dripping with mock innocence, like he doesn’t already know what you mean.

you huff, your frustration clear as you tug again, your voice a little breathless. “off, ross. please.”

his smirk widens, and for a moment, he doesn’t move, just studies you, his dark eyes trailing over your flushed face and swollen lips. “since you asked so nicely,” he says finally, sitting back on his knees to pull the shirt over his head in one smooth motion.

his chest is bare now, the low light casting shadows over the lean lines of his body. he tosses the shirt aside, his smirk softening into something warmer when he looks back at you. “better?”

you nod, your hands reaching for him immediately, pulling him back down to you. your lips find his again, and this time the kiss is more desperate, more consuming, as your fingers trace the bare skin of his back, the warmth of him grounding you.

ross groans softly into the kiss, his hands roaming over your body again, his touch firmer now, more deliberate. his thigh shifts against you once more, and you gasp, your hips pressing against him instinctively.

he lets out a laugh and you you hit his shoulder playfully.

“don’t be mean.”

ross pouts at you mockingly, “sorry, love.“

you shift beneath him, your lips finding the curve of his neck as you press kisses there, slow and open-mouthed. the taste of his skin lingers on your tongue, salty and warm, and when you graze your teeth against his shoulder, biting down just enough to leave a mark, you feel him suck in a sharp breath.

“christ,” he mutters, and you grin against his skin, knowing exactly what you’re doing.

your hands are everywhere—clinging to his shoulders, dragging down his back, nails pressing into his skin just enough to make him groan. your body feels like it’s burning, too wound up to think straight, and you don’t even try to stop yourself as your fingers curl into his hair, pulling him back so you can kiss him again.

it’s messy, your tongue sliding into his mouth as you cling to him, your breaths coming fast and uneven. his hands grip your waist, steadying you, grounding you, and the way he kisses you back—just as hungry, just as desperate—makes you whimper against his lips.

you pull back just barely, your forehead resting against his as you whisper, “need you.”

ross chuckles softly, his lips brushing yours as he speaks. “that so?” he asks.

you nod, your hands moving to his chest as you push gently, rolling him onto his back. his eyes widen just slightly, but the smirk never leaves his face as you settle onto his lap, your legs straddling him.

“well,” he says, his hands finding your hips again, holding you in place. “you’ve already got me, haven’t you?”

you blink at him, momentarily stunned by his ability to joke at a moment like this. “you think you’re so funny today,” you mutter, narrowing your eyes as you brace your hands against his chest.

he grins, unbothered, the amusement in his eyes only growing as he looks up at you. “aren’t i?” he asks, his tone light, teasing.

you huff, half in frustration and half in disbelief, but when his hands slide up your thighs, his touch warm and steady, your annoyance melts into something softer, something needier.

“you’re alright,” your name follows from his lips immediately, “breathe in slowly and all that.”

“ross,” you say quietly, your voice almost pleading as you lean down to kiss him again. this time, he doesn’t tease—he meets you halfway, his hands tightening on your hips as he kisses you like he can’t get enough.

the warmth of his body beneath yours, the way his hands guide your movements, the way he kisses you like he means it— it’s getting uncomfortable to stay in your panties.

you need more. you need him, you want to feel him everywhere.

he’s teasing you either way so you just grind your hips down.

“oh-“ you let your forehead fall down onto his his shoulder as your arms sling over them to get a good grip to keep your hips moving.

ross holds your your neck and kisses the side of your head, too horny himself to keep teasing you.

“take what you want,” he groans, “fuck.”

every time your clothed cunt rocks over his erection you both let pathetic sounds slip out of your mouth.

the friction sends sparks skittering through your veins, and you can feel how wound up he is beneath you—his hands gripping your waist like he’s holding himself back, his breaths coming fast and ragged against your ear.

“ross,” you groan, your voice low and needy as your fingers clutch at his shoulders, your nails digging into his skin. “need more.”

he groans in response, his head tipping back against the pillows, exposing the strong line of his throat. his hands tighten on your hips, guiding your movements as his breathing falters.

“fuck,” he mutters, his voice rough and thick with arousal.

his lips find your shoulder, his teeth grazing your skin before his mouth opens against you, warm and insistent. you whimper, the sound muffled against his neck, and his hands slide lower, gripping you harder as you move over him.

“you’re driving me insane, love,” he murmurs against your skin, his voice strained. one hand slides up your back, pressing you closer to him, while the other stays on your waist, grounding you in the rhythm he’s setting.

your hands tremble as they move from his shoulders to his jaw, tilting his face back so you can kiss him again. it’s messy and frantic, your lips moving against his like you’re both trying to take in as much of each other as possible.

“please,” you plead again.

ross gives you a quick nod before taking all his power to lift you onto one thigh, moving your hips forward to give you a better feeling.

“oh come on,” you groan.

you originally had a different plan to feel good but you know ross is gonna give you everything you want. this is for his pleasure as well.

“thought you wanted to feel good,” he says, leaning forward to attach his lips to your collarbone, “you’ve got the chance now, love.”

ross flexes his thigh and it feels too good to stop but somehow it’s not enough, too many layers on the both of you. it doesn’t quite satisfy you, no matter how hard you grind down on his suit pants.

“ross,” you whine again, to convince him to help you out.

“alright,” he breathes out, already knowing what’s up, “get up.”

you think he’ll undress you and touch you properly but the second you stand up he’s pulling your pants down, throws them on the ground and with your panties still on he pulls you back onto his thigh.

“try again,” his hand fiddles with your top before pulling it over your head and unclasping your bra as well, “i’ll even help you, c’mon. make a mess.”

he latches on to your breasts, while his hands float to your hips, encouraging you to continue. you drop back down on him, the feeling of your clit rubbing against the rough fabric of his pants is indescribable. he uses his firm grip on you to push you further onto him, and you quicken your pace, the searing pleasure in your clit overwhelming you.

it’s better like this. your panties are drenched and you don’t have to look down to know that you’ll stain his pants.

“oh- fuck, ross.”

“yeah? s’ better like this, isn’t it?”

you let out a whimper and bury your face into the crook of ross’ neck, only for him to tug at your hair and pull you back to face him.

"i wanna see you," he says, which elicits a whine from you. "you’re too gorgeous to be hiding from me."

your back arches slightly at the sound of his praise, your pace quickening even more. his one hand still in your hair fists it tighter, earning another whimper from you.

"christ. i could tell you anything right now and it’ll make you even wetter."

"mhmm," you moan -- you can barely think, let alone respond. you are so close.

you can’t grasp the feeling completely yet.

you take ross’ hand and try to lead it to the front of your panties but ross resists midway to shake his head.

before you can complain he speaks, “i’m real mean, i know. darling, come on. want to see you work for it, i can’t spoil you all the time.”

“w-why not,” you stutter.

slowly but surely your bones start to ache, you can’t do this for long but ross’ hands find their place on your waist again and he helps you, moves you faster against his thigh.

“because, love. you should earn it, it’ll make you feel better, i promise,” he chuckles.

you don’t smile. your mouth hangs open and you just push ross face down your neck.

ross laughs and you regret not looking because you don’t ever want to miss his dimples.

he sucks on your breasts, swirls his tongue around your nipple and you know he can hear how wet you are.

“let me have it, love. show me that you can be a good girl.”

"god-fuck, ross," you whine, as your rhythm falters slightly and the pleasure in your clit becomes almost too much to bear. "ross, fuck, i'm coming."

your mouth falls open and your eyes shut as your hips jerk erratically on his thigh. you dissolve into pleasure as small whines escape your open mouth. as the wave passes, your movements start to slow and you feel your cunt pulsing. your hips still and when your eyes flutter open, you're met with a deep kiss from ross.

"wickedly gorgeous," he says. he encourages you to lift off of him and lie back and he follows you down and covers your body with his. "see, you’re a very good girl.”

you hum and close your eyes, still coming down from your orgasm which was too exhausting to reach. you almost, but don’t, miss ross’ fingers over the fabric of your panties.

“fuckin’ hell,” his eyes drop down to where his finger are, “i’m blessed with you.”

you scoff which quickly turns into another whine when ross rubs your clit torturously slow.

his face is back between your lips, kissing over the marks he already left there, focusing on making you feel good entirely.

he leaves the ache between your legs though to grip your skin and kiss you harder.

you immediately take his hand again and lead it to your lower stomach where he pauses.

“talk to me,” he watches you roll your eyes and suppresses a smile, “you’ll get anything you want.”

“touch me.”

“i am.”

“no. here.”

“ah,” he acts oblivious and it drives you insane, “don’t worry, love.”

he moves his hand back down to slowly, finally slip into your panties.

his finger dips all the way down to your entrance to gather your wetness and spread it all the way back up to your clit, your mouth dropping open as you let out a whiny, “please.”

“i’ve got you,” he dips a finger into your hole and you let out a pornographic moan.

he drags his finger in and out slowly making sure to watch your face as it contorts in pleasure. once he feels you've gotten used to it he slips in a second finger, increasing the pace and moving his thumb to circle your clit again.

“good?”

“y-yeah, fuck.”

“you’re so tight, love,” he whispers. the way you clench around his two digits makes him crazy, and he isn’t even inside you yet. he feels more determined to make you finish, so he picks up the pace and increases the pressure on your clit.

“almost there again, aren’t you?” he asks, although he already knows by the way you’re clenching repeatedly and not being able to keep your eyes open, “s’easier when i do it for you, isn’t it?”

“ross,” you moan again, dropping your head to his shoulder again, no longer being able to hold yourself up anymore, the sensation of his fingers on you taking over, loose whimpers and moans falling out of your mouth every other second, “need you- please, don’t stop.”

“i won’t,” he coos.

“ross- i can’t, fuck-“ you grip his back, scratching your nails against his skin, the feeling of another high too overwhelming.

“you can, you can do it, love,” his fingers inside of you don’t change the pace but he’s rubbing your clit harder, still slow, but harder.

“oh- fuck.”

"that’s it, i’m here. come for me," he whispers in your ear. the pleasure barrels through you like a wrecking ball, knocking the wind out of your mind and body. your legs turn into jelly. you try to regulate your breathing into his shoulder, hoping to calm down before you look up and meet his eyes again.

he makes that choice for you when he gingerly lifts your head up, his eyes silently asking if you're okay. you don't even bother responding before softly pressing your lips to his again, hoping he can feel your response to his silent question.

“okay- fuck,” you whisper, pulling back. “i love you, ross.”

“i love you,” he grins, “so much.”

he stays on top of you, pressing feather light kisses across your whole face while he waits for your heart to stop beating so fast and your breathing to calm down.

“tired now?” he asks.

you shake your head and grin at him, “you think i’m gonna sleep now?”

“yes,” he answers, squeezing your hip which leads a squeal out of you, “because if not you’d be a greedy girl.”

you pout, “thought i was your good girl.”

“you like that, yeah? being my good girl.”

you bite down onto your lower lip and nod slowly, continue to give him your bedroom eyes, hoping he’ll take what he wants.

ross groans as he looks at the clock, 4:38.

“we should sleep for fucks sake, we’re gonna be so fucking miserable tomorrow- darling.”

you let out a quiet “mhm,” but your hand is already in the front of his pants, squeezing his wet boxers in your hand.

“oh fuck,” he groans, letting himself fall completely, squinting his eyes together and focusing on the feeling of your sweet, small, warm hand slipping into his boxers.

“jesus- i love you.” you whisper, gliding your hand up and down his already wet dick.

“me or something else?” he chuckles.

you hum and squeeze his tip and he bucks his hips so hard whispering a “christ.”

“i don’t know how you do it, you have soo much self control. just fuck me.”

ross takes your hand off of him and stands up, hurrying to get rid of his pants and boxers.

“you’re sensitive though, we don’t have to actually-“

“oh please,” you interrupt, “come here.”

ross settles on top of you again and you feel his throbbing cock against your thigh.

you take the blanket laying next to you and throw it over his back, covering the both of you. you pull him down to kiss him again, distracting him by licking his bottom lip with your tongue.

he reacts and slides his tongue into your mouth and his grip on your waist tightens.

he hums when you gently line himself up with your entrance.

he pulls back to look at you and you reassure him with a smile and a nod before he slowly enters you completely.

you gasp in each others mouths, your eyes already rolling to the back of your head, feeling the bruises his fingers left earlier.

“god,” you whisper, tracing your fingers over his hair, his forehead, his cheek, “you’re beautiful.”

he stays there for a moment, relishing in the way you wrap around him. it's warm and soft and wet and overwhelmingly you, he can’t imagine being anywhere else.

you seem just as content as him when you don't urge him to move immediately, raising your arms to pull him closer. your fingers trace the subtle lines of muscle on his shoulder blades, hallowed paths that you're well accustomed to.

your walls flutter around him and he buries his head into the crook of your neck, whispering sweet nothings into your skin, lips pressed firmly against you because he wants you to have it all, to absorb it, to take it.

"perfect girl, you feel so good. so so good for me." his words are muffled but heard by you all the same as he draws his hips back, only to somehow push in deeper.

it goes like this. languid thrusts by him and soothing passes over his spine by you. it's tranquil, the way that he fucks you-for a lack of a less crude word. it isn't making love either, in the sense that it isn't passionate or intense. but it's sweet, done with ease. practised motions of his hips has him dragging against your sweet spot incessantly. he can hear the hushed oh’s you let out, and god does he love how you sound.

“i love you,” he drawls into your neck, lips pressing feathery kisses to your skin.

your hand snakes into his hair, lightly scratching his scalp. "i love you too, baby.”

his pace quickens, ever so slightly, in mollified desperation. you almost feel a little bad that he's doing all the work, but you're too tired to think about it-and he feels fucking incredible inside you-so you happily let him. he lurks his hand between your bodies to rub at your clit again, angling his thrusts higher.

“fuck, babe, like that,” you keen.

“yeah?” he pants.

his lips are everywhere on you - your lips, neck, cheeks, breasts, jaw, ears - each kiss, each touch fanning the flames inside you.

"you’re doing amazing, darling," he praises, his voice thick with pleasure as he can tell in what a haze you are, totally lost in the sensation of him.

he kisses your forehead tenderly and starts to move a bit faster, his hips picking up a rhythm that has you gasping for breath.

he wraps his hand around your back, pulling you closer, his hips maintaining a steady, relentless rhythm. his breath is hot against your neck as he groans, the sound vibrating through your entire body.

“oh god-“ you moan, trying to arch your back but ross’ body is in the way, keeping you grounded.

“close?” he asks.

he slowly pulls his hips away from yours, tugging at the invisible chord between you and taking your breath away all in one fluid motion. when he pushes back inside you again, you release a moan you didn't know you are capable of producing. with one hand on your thigh, holding your knees up, he pushes into you again.

“please- fuck, ross. make me come.”

“i will, don’t worry.”

you can feel the knot forming in your stomach, your body tensing as the pressure builds to an unbearable level. you can’t wait any longer, your walls starting to clench around him uncontrollably.

"that’s it, love. come on, let go for me. you can do it,” he whispers in your ear, his voice thick with need.

his words are all you need.

with a sharp cry, you come hard, your body shuddering violently as your climax rips through you. your nails dig into his shoulder blades, holding onto him like a lifeline as waves of pleasure crashes over you.

ross groans as your climax triggers his own, and he follows you over the edge.

his thrusts become erratic as he spills into you, the heat of his release filling you completely.

your body involuntarily shivers, overwhelmed by the intensity of it all - by how hot he is inside you, by the sheer volume of him.

ross keeps his hands around you, holding you close as he rides out the last of his climax. his breath is ragged against your neck, his body trembling slightly from the aftershocks.

as you both come down from the high, ross’ hands stroke your sides soothingly, grounding you as he lets you ride out the last waves of pleasure.

"good girl," he murmurs, his voice filled with admiration and affection. "you did so well."

you lay there for a while, his cock still nestled inside you, as he holds you close and let you calm down.

you can feel him softening slightly inside you, the warmth of his body wrapping you as if it is a blanket. your eyes flutter, heavy with exhaustion.

"stay with me, alright?" his voice is gentle but insistent, pulling you back from the edge of sleep.

you don’t respond immediately, too blissed out to form words.

"darling," he murmurs against your neck, slowly raising himself onto his forearms to look at you, "love, look at me."

you blink your eyes open, your head heavy as you turn to meet his gaze. he’s brushing a hand over your face, his thumb grazing your cheek with a tenderness that makes your chest ache.

“there you are,” he says quietly, his lips quirking into a small smile. “you need to use the loo, alright? i’m going to carry you.”

you shake your head immediately, too tired to even form words, but your resistance is clear in the way you try to burrow back into his chest.

his smile widens just slightly, amusement dancing in his tired eyes. “that’s not up for debate, love,” he says, “you’ll thank me later.”

you groan softly, the thought of moving making every muscle in your body ache. when you finally try to sit up, a sharp hiss escapes your lips, the soreness between your thighs making you wince.

ross’ brows knit together instantly, concern replacing the teasing warmth in his expression. “s’ it hurt?” he asks.

you nod slightly, biting your lip as you shift again, trying to find a more comfortable position.

“it’s okay though. it’s you.”

ross leans down and presses a lingering kiss to your lips before he picks you up. his hands are firm yet gentle, and you wrap your arms loosely around his neck, letting him carry you to the bathroom without another word. his lips brush your temple as he sets you down carefully.

“take your time, love,” he murmurs, stepping back to give you space but staying close, his presence reassuring.

when you’re done, he’s there waiting, his arms opening to scoop you up again. you sigh against his chest, too tired to fight him as he carries you back to the bed.

“here,” he says softly, grabbing one of his oversized tees from the chair near the bed. “this’ll be more comfortable.”

you slide it over your head, the fabric soft and smelling like him, and he steps back to tug on a pair of boxers. you’re already settling against the pillows when he disappears for a moment, only to return with a warm towel in hand.

“last thing for today, promise,” he says.

you try to shift your legs to make it easier for him, but the soreness makes you flinch, and ross pauses immediately, his brows furrowing.

“easy, love,” he murmurs, as he places a warm hand on your knee. “i’ll be careful.”

he starts cleaning you up, his touch as light as he can make it, but it still stings enough to have you wincing. his lips press into a soft frown, his eyes flicking up to yours every few seconds.

“sorry,” he whispers, “almost done, yeah? you’re being so good for me.”

you hum softly, letting your head fall back against the pillows as he continues, murmuring quiet apologies and reassurances. when he finally sets the towel aside, he leans over to kiss your knee, his beard tickling your skin.

“there,” he says with a small, satisfied smile as he stands. “all sorted. now bed.”

you glance toward the window, noticing how the sky has started to lighten, the faint glow of dawn creeping into the room. ross follows your gaze, his expression softening into something close to worry.

“you’re thinking about the time,” he says, sitting on the edge of the bed and brushing a hand over your hair.

you nod, the reality of how little sleep you’ll get sinking in. ross sighs, leaning down to kiss your forehead.

“i’ll text matty in the morning,” he says quietly, his thumb brushing against your temple. “tell him we’re not feeling well. then we sleep, yeah?”

you nod again, and ross chuckles softly, his voice warm and teasing. “what? now you’re too exhausted?”

you smile faintly, your voice barely above a whisper. “well, that was the plan.”

he laughs quietly, shaking his head as he stretches out beside you, pulling you into his arms. the weight of him next to you, the steady rise and fall of his chest, lulls you toward sleep.

“i won’t keep you up any longer then. i love you, sleep well, my darling.”

you can only mumble a small “love you,” before you’re already asleep.

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for all you readers whom i've hurt with my previous nanami fic, this is for you. sorry (but not really hehe).

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heart beating wildly, you wake up with a start and a little disoriented.

"na-nanami? darling, w-where are you?" tears were trickling down your cheeks, feeling the emotions brought on by the nightmare.

"hmm? sweetheart?" a deep, groggy voice cut through the haze of terror you were experiencing and you snap your head towards your husband's voice. wanting to feel him- to reassure yourself that he is still in one piece, you pat down his body and his face, struggling to keep your eyes focused on his features.

"my love, please don't ever leave me." feeling his hard and sturdy form under your hands brought on a great relief, causing more tears thinking about the nightmare you just had.

"hey, sweetheart, shh don't cry, what happened?" hearing the way you cry broke his heart, especially when he doesn't know what exactly is causing you to cry. "c'mere, tell me what's making you cry yeah? tell me who i need to fight."

hugging him tightly while you cry against his neck, you feel his big hands stroking your back up and down to comfort you. he feels so warm and alive. and you keep telling yourself that as you tried to get your words out without choking. he is indeed alive and well.

"i- i just had a nightmare that you were dead. all i had of you was your tie. nanami, you were dead!" recollecting the horrifying details of seeing your husband dead in front of you makes you grip him even tighter, not wanting to let him go for a second.

"sweetheart, i can't exactly fight a nightmare, can i?" chuckling, nanami gives you reassuring kisses on the top of your head, whispering sweet nothings to your ear.

"i'm here, and i will always be here. we'll grow old together and buy a retirement house in kuantan where we can read all we want and eat all the food they have to offer. i'm here, my love. i love you too much to leave you all alone."

your tears had slowly subsided hearing his voice, doing all he can to still the terror that was clutching onto your heart, grounding you to him. breathing in deep, you smell the familiar cologne, as subtle as it is. with a shaky voice, you softly confess "i love you too."

while stroking your head, nanami pulls back slightly to meet your eyes, cooing sweetly when he see your slightly swollen, watery eyes staring back at him. "i know, baby. no more crying, okay?" he brushes his lips slightly against your eyes, thumbing away the remaining tears left on your cheeks.

seeing his soft gaze and obvious love for you on his face, you can't help feeling a little bashful. you're sure he could feel your cheeks getting warmer.

"you're. so. adorable." bringing you back to his embrace after kissing your lips in between the words, he slowly lulls you back to sleep, hoping that this time you'll sleep soundly and peacefully.

"sleep, my love. i'll still be here when you wake up."

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Deeper [Avenger!Loki x Fem.Reader]

A link to my (new) Masterlist is HERE Summary: [Oneshot] You and Loki have a sensual reunion in the Tower swimming pool. (w/c 2.3k) Warnings: 18+ Minors DNI. Fluffy Smut. Language.

Your face dipped beneath the still surface of water with every careful spread of your arms. There were sixty-four lengths in a mile. So far tonight, you had swum eighty-six. The calmness of the swimming pool on the second highest floor of the Tower had been a godsend while Loki had been away. It helped soothe your nervous heart and fill the empty nights - if not your empty bed.

An undercover operation; arms deals, shady characters with suspicion and murder baked in the soul. You felt a shiver roll down your spine as you dipped a final time beneath the surface.

Your fingers wrapped around the cool ledge at the deep end, taking a breath before turning and readying to push away from the wall. And that was when you saw him.

Loki was leaning silently against one of the tall pillars surrounding the still water, reflections bouncing in ethereal waves across his face; eyes creased at the corners in a secret smile. He was half bathed in shadow, strands of hair hanging loose at his temples with the lengths drawn back into a ponytail. A perfectly fitted suit clung snug to his imposing body, the black material making him look like a shadow transfigured to flesh in the gloom. “Hello, love.” he murmured, the echo carrying around the tiled space. “Stay where you are, please.” he commanded calmly, seeing your excited failed attempt to hoist yourself up to the edge. “Right...there.” You knew you should ask how the mission had gone. Quite well, you expected, considering he was back three days early. But right now, Loki clearly wanted to play. A thrill roared through your blood; hot and wild as the heels of his dress shoes clacked against the tiles with each measured stride. He paused at the precipice of the shallow end, leaning down achingly slowly and unlacing his brogues before slipping them off. He knelt at the top of wide stairs which disappeared beneath the lapping surface, before rising to his full height. Nimble fingers moved to the buckle of an expensive leather belt, the whip as he yanked it from its loops making your pussy clench beneath the water. Loki’s eyes never left yours as he unzipped the sinfully fitted trousers, letting them fall around his ankles. He stepped out, kicking them to the side.

You felt your grip against the ledge falter as he began to toy with the waistband of his black underwear. The smooth wall of the pool slipped against your back, making you kick your legs harder to stay afloat. The urge to begin swimming towards him was almost unbearable. You blinked as he peeled the tight cotton over his hipbones, toying with you as the waistband caught on his growing bulge before letting them fall to the ground. “Come to me, darling.” he purred, his velvet voice seeming to fill every pocket of air all the way to the high ceilings. “Slowly.” You swallowed the well of saliva that had formed on your tongue. God, how you loved him.

Stroke after stroke, you moved as slowly as you could while your heavy gaze bore into the sight of your god shrugging off the bespoke suit jacket. It joined the pile of discarded clothing on the floor before he reached up and pulled the hair-tie from its hold. Curls unfurled around his shoulders as long, pale fingers moved to the knot of his silk tie – digging in and releasing it with a firm yank.

Your breathing was completely out of time with your movements, the heavy throb of desire beating in your core seeming to pull you deeper. The water was treacle. Every brush of your arms that had felt effortless minutes before, now a mammoth task. He began unbuttoning his shirt just as you reached the halfway point. “Stop, please.” he enunciated slowly, making your breath hitch as you splashed upright. Your hands grazed on the surface to the side, keeping yourself afloat as Loki began to descend into the gently lapping water. You bit your lip, seeing the curve of his muscular calves submerge as he made his way confidently down the stairs. Loki's cock was hardening furiously with anticipation, swelling with the same heat smouldering between your legs. It bobbed with every slow step. And he was still wearing the shirt. The half naked god waded through the shallows, pausing to dip himself once beneath the peaceful surface. He ascended soaking wet, throwing his sodden hair back over his shoulders. The soaked white cotton clung to every valley in his chiselled torso, dark shadows visible through the shirt where the rock hard muscles dipped and rose. His hair wrapped in inky tendrils down his neck, drops of chlorinated water rolling over his cheekbones. He was so fucking beautiful. And he was all yours. In four effortless crawls, he reached you; the force of his strong arms wrapping around your waist as he kicked backwards pushing you against the nearest side of the pool. Loki’s breath was hot against your wet skin as you spluttered, the intensity of his stare making you quiver in his arms. “Norns, how I’ve missed you.” he whispered with a groan, wet kisses trailing the angle of your jaw.

Your fingers toyed at the opening of his shirt, tips relishing the feel of him pressed against your body after so long apart. “I know how much you love to undress me from these contraptions.” he chuckled, drawing himself away from the lure of your exposed neck. You smiled. “How thoughtful of you.” you coyed, enjoying the flash of his dimples that followed. Loki slipped a finger under one strap of your swimming costume, eyebrow rising as it slid easily down your bicep. The other followed. You arched your back, allowing him to tug the chest down around your waist. He moaned in appreciation, exhaling into a passionate kiss which fastened to your lips like a wave sinking into sand. His tongue massaged inside, caressing your own as your swimsuit slid over your thighs and into the void below with a final solitary tug of his fingers. Loki's hard chest pressed against the curve of your breasts, flattening you desperately beneath his violent kiss. The wet cotton dragged against your nipples, ferocious passion in every sway of his jaw as he consumed you. Your fingers dragged through his slick hair, tangling in the mess of thick strands that spread on the water’s surface. Without warning, he hoisted you to perch on the cold side. You gasped as the cool air bit against your soaking skin, the rough of the edging grazing your thighs before he wrapped his fingers over your dripping calves and placed them gently over his shoulders

“Close your eyes.” he murmured, the low lapping waves against the side tiles making you shudder as you did what he asked. You knew his feet would be flat on the bottom of the swimming pool floor, the blue hued water caressing teasingly around his biceps as he slid closer and nuzzled against your inner thigh. “My beautiful woman…” he whispered wistfully, licking a trail over the skin before he latched to your pussy. Your head fell back, heavy strands of clumped, wet hair slapping between your shoulder-blades. Loki’s tongue swept softly against your slit, his hands massaging up your spread thighs before pulling your ass closer with a gentle yank. He moaned softly as your sex rolled against his open mouth, tongue slipping inside your channel sticky with fresh arousal. Your hands slid over his slick scalp, pulling him deeper. Baritone growls vibrated against your centre, every flat lick of his talented tongue making you thrust into him. Your palms braced on the floor behind you, feeling yourself fall backwards with a shameless groan of pleasure. Loki chuckled against your pussy, his sharp jaw waxing and waning as he ate you out like he was conducting a symphony. It was perfection. With him, it always was. Your thighs juddered against his shoulders, making his fingertips dig tighter into the soft flesh. Climax was close, and he knew it. Wet slurps rose muffled between your splayed thighs, only the god’s brow visible above your hips. He looked so fucking good buried in your needy pussy. He always did. You felt the point of his tongue trace from the base of your slit to your swollen bud, flicking in a straight line to the side. It moved in a licentious circle, stalking your entire tingling sex in a teasing dance before landing on your clit again. His eyes moved up to meet yours, the smouldering hues of his irises darkened by lust and delayed gratification before ducking down. You arched your back as he began another ascent up your messy centre, the staggered gasp from your lips taking you by surprise. Your hips began to shake as he flicked his head to the right, his tongue capturing a delicate fold in a gentle suck. Shallow pants made your chest rise and fall as he hovered, before repeating the movement, lower this time. A staggered moan of his name filled the air. His name. He was pleasuring you with his name. Loki licked his lips, cheekbones sharpening as he lowered himself to deliver the final sexually devastating blow. “I..-” you whimpered, making Loki laugh softly beneath your spread cheeks. His hands tightening around your thighs, pulling your ass flush against his chest. Making sure you could see him work, he lapped gently at your asshole. The pathetic whimper from your throat made a knowing smile tug at his lip, before he released a final straight lick against your little cunt. You couldn’t draw your gaze away from his, the restraint etched on his brow as he drew it up your sex with aching slowness. Your hands flew to meet his own, grasping desperately as he suckled your clit with needy abandon; feeling the spurt of your hot juices coat each soft massage of his tongue.

You felt your whole body relax, the slip of water against your legs as you fell down around him on autopilot. Loki's hands were fastened on your waist, guiding you over the edge of the pool to join him. Your bare chest slid again the heavy cotton stuck to his torso, one of the buttons of his drenched shirt catching on your nipple bringing you back to reality.

"Did you miss me?" he whispered, the ache of longing in his voice. "More than anything." you replied, sliding your hands over his broad shoulders. Your lip quivered, the force of your love for him reflected back twofold in his bottomless eyes.

Loki's hands rested on your hips, pulling you flush against his stomach. There wasn't a sliver of ebbing light between your bodies. At some point, the vibrant orange sunset through the window had faded to a panorama of glittering New York lights. The tails of his shirt floated upwards, resting on the surface. With trembling fingers, you made quick work of the buttons, peeling the arms off to reveal his flawlessly firm alabaster skin. "I love you." you sighed, before Loki kissed you again.

He adjusted you slightly, before the thick tip of his cock nudged against your entrance. Fresh cum from his attentions still clung there; knowing its purpose. "I love you." he said firmly. "Always, I will come back to you.” His warm breath skating up the curve of your cheekbone, before he nuzzled possessively against your temple. “Always." he whispered against the dripping skin.

Dual groans of ragged relief echoed around the swimming pool as he squeezed into your keening heat, dragging against the friction of water. He filled you to the hilt, bottoming out with a careful thrust of his muscular hips. Your back slipped against the side of the pool, the cock impaling you the only thing stopping your body slopping beneath the surface. At some point, he had wrapped your legs around his waist, taking control as you fell apart beneath his touch.

Your back slid up the tile as he fucked you, the slow gyrations of his thrusts making you bounce steadily up and down. Nails dragged down his back, a hiss escaping his parted lips as he shook away inky slathers of hair that clung to his bladed jawline. Sweet murmurs of praise fluttered in the air, chiming with the rhythmic lap of waves against the side. Your fingers gathered Loki’s sodden hair, curls transformed to obsidian lengths that fanned on the water with every squat as he made your world spin. Glittering skyscrapers radiated behind his head, a line appearing and evaporating between his brows as he tried to withhold his moans of pleasure accompanying each slow slap of his hips. He had been undercover for far too long. “Let me hear you Loki…” you whimpered, feeling yourself tighten around him. “I want the whole Tower to know my lover’s home.” He growled, bracing a hand against the edge of the pool beside your shoulder. You heard the crack of porcelain, crunching as he clenched his jaw with a feral rumble. It crumbled beneath his grip, flecks of white plaster descending into the water which had begun to slosh violently around your tight bodies. His forehead pressed against your own, shallow pants becoming ragged and fierce. “F-fuck...darling...jeg er h-hjemme.” His breath caught as he spoke the words. ‘I’m home’, you thought with a gasp as he plunged deeper. Loki’s moans became frantic, primal, loud– every drag of his rigid cock tipping you over the edge a reminder that you were his. Every masculine whimper of pure desire from his lips a reminder that he was yours.

When Loki was gone, you always realised just how much you loved him; his absence draining your world to fading shades of sepia. And when he returned, you felt yourself fall inexplicably in love all over again; in deepest greens and brightest gold. His love consumed you. And each time, deeper.

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Working late with doctor Darling (n/s/f/w)

┏ʕ •ᴥ•ʔ┛Fun fact and feel free to come at me, but I didn't really liked Darling at first? I know, I know, shockers! But my heart is big and full of love and I took a second glance anD HEAVEN HELP ME, WHEN YOU CALL MY NA- I apologize.

Listen, I am a sucker for staying in a workplace late scenarios which is weird, because I'm that kind of worker who goes away half an hour before the end of my shift because what you gonna do, fire me? Yeah, good luck.

Anyway, here's a short fic with everyone's favorite doctor Darling. Let's go~ ᵔᴥᵔ

"Here you go," you felt a cup pressed in your open palm, warm, heavy. The smell of coffee immediately filling up your nose. You looked up at doctor Darling, smiling softly down at you. He made sure to make coffee with his own machine, not the one you saw in a hallway. You thanked him, taking a sip. Just like you loved it. You didn't remember telling him how you took your cup of joe, but the ever observant scientist that he is, just took notice.

"You know you didn't have to stay," Casper said, taking off his glasses and wiping them with a sleeve of his labcoat. His brown eyes, usually so warm and bright now seemed to be slightly faded despite his smile. He was tired. You were all tired. And as much as you tried to help him with all the tasks, it was not enough. The work was too much. Something was happening and you hated to see the man you cared for carry it all on his shoulders.

"Two minds are better than one, doctor Darling," you answered, patting his hand and giving him a small smile in return. You drank your coffee, looking down at piles of papers. With all these data coming in, you were still not sure just what kind of danger was looming over the Oldest House. You heard whispers, rumors that Casper Darling has gone completely off the rails. And if so, then you were too - at least, in madness he would not be alone.

But somehow you were sure that something was coming.

You finished half a cup of coffee, finishing reading one of the reports when you heard a muffled 'fuck!' behind you. You saw doctor Darling making a sour face, a spilled coffee blossoming on white coat. He shrugged it off and picked the intact cup from a floor. But the liquid soaked the shirt too. Grumbling and muttering curses under his nose, he tugged at his tie in a clear attempt to take off the shirt, too. You were frozen, eyes wide, unable to not stare at the scene unfolding in front of you. Casper finally remembered that there was actually someone else in the room. Your eyes met. You were clinging to your coffee mug so hard you were afraid it's gonna break.

He smirked. Beckoned with two fingers, calling your name. Almost hypnotized, you left a cup on table and got up, walking to his desk, slowly. The glint in brown pools returned; his gaze roaming over your body. A man had his needs, after all.

"Need my help, sir?" you tilted your pretty little head to a side. Sir. That word, so common in a work place did something for him when you looked at him like that.

"Y-yes," Casper nodded, his voice turning slightly husky, throat going dry. He wasn't sure what kind of assistance you were offering. He was too focused on how your white shirt were clinging to your chest… He swallowed, watching you stroll even closer.

"Ah, the labcoat is ruined… I'm afraid you shirt too," you pouted, crossing your arms over your chest. Right where his gaze was focused. A deer in a headlights.

"Mmm… Guess so," Casper muttered, leaning back on his chair, like he was trying to distance himself from you. Too late. You wanted to help, after all. Make him relax. At least take some of the weight from his shoulders. He was cooped up in these labs for too long. You raised your eyebrow.

"Don't let me hold you back, doctor."

His fingers started to work on his buttons. You had to bite your lip to contain an excited giggle. He was so obedient, it seems. You wondered how far his obedience would go. Your eyes widened when he finally took his soaked shirt off, revealing…

"Holy shit," you didn't stop yourself from ogling over his body. And this is what he was hiding under those shirts and sweaters?! All those muscles, well defined but with just right amount of fat on them too so he looked healthy, strong… He definitely didn't earned it all by looking in a computer all day long.

"My dear, you're makin' me blush," he chuckled, slightly embarrassed. And this man had a nerve of accusing you, while you were already feeling your cheeks flare up. If he would to ask you, right this instant, to drop on your knee and open your mouth you would--

"Come here," you heard his voice again, ragged and raw, snapping you back to a reality. "I want to hold you, dearest."

You shrugged down your own coat and stepped closer; suddenly the chilly office didn't feel so cold anymore. You wrapped your hands around his shoulders, letting him pull you to sit down on his lap. Cupping his cheek, you felt a warmness setting even deeper in your chest. Because he leaned into your touch. Because he sighed and looked up at you, silently begging. You were his beacon. His everything. The only person to ever make him feel this way.

"Oh, Casper…" you leaned towards him and kissed his lips, gently, reverently, like it was the most natural thing in the world. His body responds to your every touch, reacting with need and desire. He is a good kisser, a gentle one. Your nose bumps into his glasses a few times. Giggling you take them off and place them on a table; suddenly, he takes the initiative and manhandles you on a table as well. You gasp, surprised at his strength and you could almost moan on how he is hovering over you, trapping you down, his gaze darkening.

"Look at you. You are so pretty without that coat. My pretty girl"

A shiver run down your spine when he called you like that. Here you thought that you were in control, when in reality…

"Eyes on me, dear, when I speak to you."

Your mouth went agape. He was ordering you around? Just what the hell happened to him? You didn't had much time to ponder over it because he leaned forward and captured your lips into a scorching hot kiss again. Making you forget all your troubles, insecurities and doubts, especially when you wrapped your legs around his waist and felt a hard tent poking the inner side of your thigh. Barely giving you time to breath after a kiss, you felt his hands working on your pencil skirt, tugging it down with your tights.

"The door…" you protested weakly, a sweet needy moan interrupting your train of thoughts when you felt his fingers rubbing your slit through soaked white panties.

"No one works here at this hour, my dear," Casper assured you in low voice, his fingers rubbing slowly, his ego boosted with how quickly you got all nice and wet for him. "And if they did… I wouldn't mind them seeing you looking all pretty when I take you on my table. My sweet little assistant. Hm? Were you think about this, about my fingers, imagining yourself how I would look when I fuck you?"

You gasp again and whine, nodding your head. There was no point in denying when you both knew it was truth. You had a big fat crush on doctor Darling for so long, it became a part of you. Adn now he was torturning you with his fingers, and lips, pressing kisses all over your flushed face and down into sweet arch of neck. Leaving trail of fire behind. And fuck did it made you clench around nothing, wishing his fingers would move away the fabric of your ruined panties and plunge inside, make you feel so wonderfuly full. "Casper please, please, please!.." you whined, bucking your hips, seeking more friction from him. A few more strokes and you would come undone, it's been so long and he seems to be noticing that as well. Ever observant. WIth your heart pounding in your chest you hardly heard his zipper going down. The swollen head of his memeber poking at your entrance and it's already preleaking cum, adding to a mess on his table. He hardly cared about it, lifting your hips and plunging inside you in one motion, making you choke. God he was thick, stretching you open in the best way possible, not wasting anytime and already moving in rought rhythm. Groans and low sounds escaped Darling's throat as he praised you again and again, how perfect you were for him, how tight and warm and wet. None of you cared if someone would walk in or even heard you.

"You're doing so well, dear," he whispered, his grip on your hair tightened slightly. Getting you closer and closer to edge, while your hands explored and grabbed his muscular back. Your lips finding each others again, and the white bliss flashed before your eyes, your loud moan swallowed by him as he followed you to the edge of pleasure with a loud growl. You felt his load shoot deep inside you and it felt warm and heavy even when he pulled out, struggling to catch up his breath. The warm pools of his eyes were bright again as he looked up at you with pure adoration. His perfect little assistant.

[mrs-nightshade]

Harlequin and Harlequin Swap Au's by: @tadc-harlequin-au

Purple/Lilac by: @just-mary-ann

Honorable mention: @thore-lb

Scarlet

Chapter #3

Pomni opened the door to her office, looking side to side to assure nobody else was awake in the bunker, thankfully it was rather late.

"Clear... C'mon, let's go."

Pomni walked almost silently through the bunker, occasionally making sure Scarlet was following her, which he thankfully obediently was. They made it to Caine's room completely unnoticed.

"Here, you should know what room this is, go ahead and change, I'll wait outside." Pomni spoke curtly as she opened the door for Scarlet.

Though it seemed Scarlet had different plans, gently wrapping one of his arms around Pomni's waist and swiftly pulling her into the room while she was off guard.

Scarlet closed the door behind them before walking over to the wardrobe, already tossing Caine's hat and outer coat onto the bed. Opening the wardrobe everything was rather similar variations of Caine's normal outfit, and there was a suspicious black box in the corner of the wardrobe.

"You're not very picky, are you Caine..." Scarlet muttered quietly to himself.

There was a soft mumble in the back of his mind, Caine was almost completely asleep in their head.

The suspicious box finally caught his eyes, he crouched down, checking under the lid before grabbing the box.

"Aha! My outfit!" Scarlet exclaimed happily, moving to put the box on Caine's bed for easier access.

"Huh, I could've sworn Caine said he'd gotten rid of that..." Pomni spoke more to herself than to Scarlet.

Pomni looked away as Scarlet started unbuttoning Caine's vest and shirt, preparing to take them off.

"Hah! Why are you turning away? All I'm doing is changing shirts, all our pants are exactly the same." Scarlet chuckled softly, looking over his shoulder at the Puppeteer.

"Still I haven't seen him without a shirt on and I won't until HE allows me to, don't forget that body isn't just yours to flaunt."

"Oh, you're both so very delicate..." Scarlet pulled off Caine's bowtie and vest before continuing to unbutton the white dress shirt Caine had been wearing. "Oh well, we'll have times for these things later."

Pomni backed up to be just next to the door, looking just about anywhere except at Scarlet. She wondered about how she got here, just a few minutes ago she was relaxing in her office with Caine and now she was stuck practically babysitting his other half.

Pomni sighed deeply. "Caine, why must you do this to me..."

After about a minute Scarlet had finished dressing himself, though Pomni still had her eyes averted. Knowing Pomni hadn't yet seen him Scarlet decided to gauge her reaction to something.

Scarlet took off his own tie and unbuttoned the front of his shirt to show his exposed heart.

"Hm, y'know I think this open shirt look really suits me, what do you think?"

Pomni's gaze didn't even waver at his words before she spoke.

"Scarlet, button your damn shirt, as I've said Caine's body isn't yours to flaunt."

Scarlet didn't like that answer. He decided to try something.

"Oh gosh! Scarlet w- why would you even??" He spoke, his voice slightly rougher and pitched up with embarrassment. Pomni's breath caught in her throat. "Y- you better not have let Pomni look!"

Scarlet mostly closed his jaw, only leaving it just open enough for him to see Pomni struggling not to look at him.

Hearing Caine there, flustered and possibly shirtless Pomni found it so tempting to look. Even if Caine yelled at her to get out after, she wondered what he looked like. But before she could look she heard a chuckle that definitely wasn't Caine's, Scarlet's chuckle.

"Ahahaha... So sorry my darling puppeteer, I couldn't help myself, it was adorable to see you get embarrassed."

Pomni grimaced behind her mask.

"How often do you plan on invading like this?" Pomni asked sharply, annoyance and frustration in her voice.

"Mh, we haven't worked out any specific schedule yet, so how about I just say "often" for now~." Scarlet purred out trying not to chuckle at the fact Pomni still refused to look at him.

"Of course you haven't... Just finish getting dressed so we can go." When Scarlet had called that he was done Pomni only glanced at him before grabbing his red tie by the knot to drag him back to her office.

Scarlet made some odd comment about it but she didn't quite hear it, mostly blocking out his words.

Getting into her office she positioned him in about the middle of the small room facing her desk, then she let go of his tie and pointed at the ground. Scarlet immediately sat on the floor, nice and politely. "Stay there until I tell you otherwise."

Pomni usually spoke directly against using a puppets base code and commands against them, but in this situation she felt like she had to.

Scarlet rolled his eyes as Pomni turned around to her desk, suddenly an idea popped into his head, a little loophole in one of his commands that'd get him out of here if he played his cards right.

Scarlet closed his jaw almost all the way before slightly adjusting his posture and standing in place, he almost looked just like Caine, there was just one last trick to seal the deal.

"Hey Pomni can I head back to my room now?" A slightly rougher, lower voice asked...

Pomni didn't even think before acting, throwing off her hat and mask before turning sharply to the puppet behind her, not even questioning that his jaw was closed as she practically launched herself at him to kiss him, her coat falling off in the process.

He seemed to melt into the kiss for a moment before gently grabbing her by the hips and pushing her away from him.

"Ah. Ahem... S- sorry, about that Caine... I- I uh..." Pomni got embarrassed, whatever questions that were in her head quickly getting overshadowed by self consciousness as she covered the permanently damaged side of her face.

"It's uh... I- It's fine, ahem, could I just, head back to my room for the night?"

Pomni sighed softly her hand still covering her face. "Y- yeah, of course you can Caine."

Caine gently moved Pomni's hand off her face before "kissing" her undamaged side. "Thank you my darling."

As the door to her office closed behind the assassin Harlequin Pomni sighed, almost dreamily, before moving to grab her mask and hat again.

"You're welcome Caine..." It took a moment to finally hit her. "Caine thanked me for letting him leave... Caine ASKED me to let him leave, Caine wouldn't ask he'd just leave!" Pomni knocked herself in the head "Idiot!"

Pomni quickly put on her mask and hat, deciding her cloak would only slow her down before dashing into the open area of the bunker. Scarlet was already almost to the stairs out of the bunker, turning around to let her see his eyes before closing his jaw and blowing her a kiss. Then he turned on his heel and started dashing up the stairs.

"Oh, you little..." Pomni dashed after him.

;3

[azurlily]

I love the hange head cannons could you do something similar with korra?

Yes! Also this is for everyone( I didn't put it in my last work because I forgot) please dont reblog or repost with giving me credit.

Dating Korra would be like:

When Korra first met you she was a mess. Her face was red and she was having a hard time talking.

Over time you to got to know eachother and she asked you out. You said yes and she took you to her favorite restaurant.

Korra is very protective. She needs to protect you, I mean, she's the avatar. If she cant protect you. Who can she protect?

She loves PDA, it's her way of letting everyone know you're hers. Small bites or kisses in public never hurt anyone.

If you dislike a lot of PDA she'll respect your wishes, but be PREPARED! She'll be even worse in private. She wont let you go until she feel it's enough.

She loves and trusts you with all her heart so please don't break it. Whenever you fight she gets stubborn and wont apologize.

She'll end up crying and coming back after an hour or two.

Depending on your bending abilities, or if you can bend at all, Korra will train with you. She needs you to be ready in case something happens. She can't lose you.

If you bend fire, water, or earth she's going to be a great mentor. If you're an air bender, not so much...

I'd you can't bend, Korra will train you in hand to hand combat. She loves seeing you workout with her, it's a bonding activity in her eyes.

She'll introduce you to people as her future wife, and will more than likely tease you if you get flustered. If not Korra will find other ways to make your face all pink.

Shes very trustworthy, you can tell her anything. Whatever your thinking, she'll reassure you and talk you through it.

You're her baby, her pretty girl, she'll help you no matter what. Believe me, she loves every bit of you, and she will frequently remind you of that.

NSFW UNDER THE CUT

S W I T C H if I ever seen one!

She loves it when you eat her out. Do it, just once and she's shaking.

She'll beg, and I mean beg. She cries and squeaks, begging for you to slow down. Of course when you do, she begs for you to get faster.

She'll pull on your hair and scratch at your scalp. While her nails are cut down she had a tendency to bite.

(Were gonna pretend straps exist here) She'll bite your neck, arms, chest where she can. Depending on the position, you'll either have multiple very visible marks or multiple non-visible marks.

Now for when Korra is on top? That's a whole new story. She's a soft dom, but dont think that means she wont put you in your place. It just means you'll get more chances, with her at least.

Korra loves to chase you, she finds it cute how you think you're going to win. In the end she'll have you in her arms, taking her strap, begging for more. Your little game of cat and mouse is over quite quick.

She'll either hold you down, or tie you up. It all depends on how you act, if your good, ropes aren't involved. If you're bad...

Dont think that she's going to hurt you though. After having you so many times she get to understand what you like and dislike. Korra can be very rough or very gentle, but you have to voice it.

She could degrade you, or praise you. Call you her pretty girl, or treat you like you're mud under her boot.

"Darling, I know, I know it hurts but you're doing so well. I'm so fucking proud of you! You look so beautiful with my cock buried in your pussy!"

Or

"Ugh, you cant do anything right, can you? I'm getting tired of someone who can't even take my cock properly. Fucking slut! You need me? Hm?"

Trust and believe the aftercare is GODLY that woman knows how to treat you like the princess you are. Water, food, whatever you want, she'll get it.

She just loves you so much, so believe she's going to spoil you.

I really hope you liked it!

[tamales78]

Series: Teacher!Slenderman X OC!Reader

Chapter 5

Warning: Teacher X Student relationship, College Teacher & Student, Mention & use of drugs, smut 18+, reader is 21, Semi-Public Sex,

Summary: Amelia is used to being a straight-A student since middle school. Her English teacher Professor Slender grades her an F after discovering she used AI. How will she be able to keep her good grades? And have the English teacher do her favors?

"Shut up!" Slender groaned slamming into her clenching hole as he pressed her face to the drooled pillow.

"Keep on screaming and I'll stop. Will you stop being so loud?"

Amelia nods unable to form any words due to the intense pleasure that flooded her whole body and soul. Slender chuckles pulling her by the makeshift ponytail he had been holding onto her since she sucked him dry.

"Use your words, darling."

"Y-Yes-shit." She squeaked feeling him slam harder into her.

"Yes, who?"

"Yes, P-proffesor."

Slender nods pulling her face up at his, and smirks at her cock-drunk face. Before Amelia knew it he slowly let go of his strong hold on her hair.

“Should I let you finish? I don’t think I should after the little stunt you pulled,” He growled slamming harder, nearly making Amelia cry out in both pleasure and pain.

“I’m sorry!” She cried out feeling her peak.

“Do you mean it? Or do you just want to come?”

“Please! I promise I won’t talk back to you in class!”

Slender chuckles digging his fingers into her hips, and definitely leaving bruises. His pace quickened taking Amelia to a whole another level of pleasure she didn’t even know was capable of.

Her eyes rolled back in estacy making her professor chuckle darkly as he pinched her clit, and drawing a cry.

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“Next time respect me in class and maybe I won’t go too hard as I did,” Slender lectured Amelia as he buttoned his dress shirt, meanwhile she slipped back her panties.

“I don’t know I kind of liked how hard you went.”

Amelia giggles making Slender scoff as he turned around to smirk at her comment. Maybe he should go that hard again.

“Still want me to buy you that coffee?”

“Of course! You know I will never not accept that offer!”

Slender chuckles shaking his head as he tried to tie his tie.

“Need help?”

Slender shakes his head still attempting.

“Here,” Amelia jumped off her bed walking to her professor and pulling his tie.

“There’s a certain way I like it-“

“If I untied it then I can tie it back,” she smirked successfully tying it.

“How did you?-“

“I’m a quick learner, professor.”

Slender chuckles grabbing his coat as he turned to the window and see it was still raining outside. Amelia snuggled closer to him as she also enjoyed looking at the rain.

“How about I take you out to eat?” He asks putting his coat back on.

“You sure? What happens if someone sees us? Won’t you get in trouble?”

Slender shakes his head reassuring Amelia that they wouldn’t get caught. God, he loved how she worried about him.

“You choose the place,” She smiled softly giving him a peck on the cheek.

“Steak and wine it is.”

Slender grabs Amelia kissing her and almost fucked her when he pinned her to the wall.

“W-Wait! I need to change!”

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“You sure no one will notice us?” Amelia asked as she walked to their table while holding Slender’s arm.

“A broke college student wouldn’t bring anyone to a place where they have a VIP section,” Slender chuckles as there taken to their own booth.

“Yea, I know but what if somebody you know-“

“I have my ways,” He smirks helping her sit down.

“Plus, why did you think I asked for a table far away from everyone else?” Slender chuckles caressing her inner thigh.

“I never thought you would be this freaky, Professor.”

Amelia giggles caressing his hand as it traveled between her legs. However, at the sound of their waiter approaching he quickly pulled away drawing a whine from Amelia.

“Hi, my name is Eva and I’ll be your server for today,” the young woman smiles handing the both of them the menus.

“Do you have a drink in mind? Or do you wish for me to come later?”

“Bring us the Barolo Riserva Monofortino.”

“In glasses or bottle?”

“The whole bottle,” Slender nods waiting for the waitress to leave.

When she finally leaves his hand travels back to Amelia’s inner thigh. A soft quiet moan leaves her lips the moment he begins playing with her clit.

“H-Here?” She whimpers softly biting onto her bottom lip.

Slender nods looking at the menu as his fingers began scissoring Amelia.

“Look at the menu and try to not make it too obvious.”

Amelia nods taking the menu to hide her face and expressions. Slender chuckles humoring himself as she tried to hold back and hide how he was finger fucking her.

“You close?” He whispered biting her ear softly.

Amelia nods unable to form any words.

Slender chuckles pulling away before Amelia could reach her climax. However, he looked around making sure no one was near and went under the table.

“S-Slender!” She whisper shouted at feeling him rip her panties, before feeling him eat her out.

She held onto the expensive table cloth. Amelia opened her legs further wanting him to have more access.

“You okay, miss?” The waitress asked putting down the glasses, and bottle.

“Y-Yea, why do you a-ask?”

“You seem very red.”

“O-Oh, I’m just h-hot. That’s all,” Amelia fake smiles trying to hide the fact that she was being eaten out by her teacher .

“Are you ready to order? Or do you wish to wait till your partner comes back?”

“Wait!” Amelia nods as the waitress walked away confused.

“H-Hurry up,” Amelia whispered before finally meeting her peak. Slender crawled out licking her juices up, and wiped the remaing with a napkin.

“Just had to have a taste before drinking the wine,” he chuckled serving the both of the wine.

Moments later the waitress came to ask for their order, and after they ordered Amelia expected the rest of the date to go smoothly. However, as they waited she immediately noticed how close Slender had gotten to her.

By this point she was almost sitting on his lap, and was practically fondling her ass.

“Again?” She sighed as she felt Slender slowly raise her dress enough for him to have some access to her dripping core.

“Just keep an eye out,” he said kissing her cheek and unzipping his pants before pulling his cock out.

Amelia held her breath at feeling Slender enter her, and bit her lip as he slowly bounced her on his cock. A soft moan left her lips when he began kissing her neck and even kissing her lips.

“We need to hurry…” she whines grabbing onto his arm.

“Fuck-you look so damn gorgeous with this dress on,” he smiled kissing Amelia and looking up to make sure nobody was coming.

Thank god, he choose the booth farther away from everyone else.

However, the atmosphere immediately changed when the waitress came holding their food and yelped at seeing them fucking.

[tiredly101]

New Neighbor part 6

Pairing: Wally Darling x Writer!Male reader

New Neighbor Masterlist

Summary: A date is what you asked Wally on, and he was panicking. What should he wear? A suit or something more casual? What about his hair, should he do his famous pompadour or let it down since you seemed to like his hair down? Home is freaked out because of his behavior.

Illustrated Au, picture done by @qep0ermint

Wally's Pov

M/n? A date? Me? M/n and me on a date? Maybe I'm dreaming so I should not freak out. Wait... I don't even sleep in the first place!

"Home! What should I do? I never been on a date! Should I hold his hand? Should I kiss him? Oh, my rainbows! What should I wear?", I screeched in a panicked way, frankly, running around the house. To say Home was irritated was an understatement, it was about to be three in the morning, and I have been doing all these questions since M/n left. Home opened a door on my face making me fall on the floor which shut me up. Home started making squeaks, bangs and some knocks and the house answer helped me to calm down.

"Your right Home! I shall not go outside and fuss over what I should wear," I said excited, and a groan could be heard deep from Home's walls as I ran rapidly to my room basically smacking the door of the closet open, ironic statement.

I start pulling clothes from the never-ending walk-in closet and started trying outfits out. Nothing seemed perfect or appropriate for a date, I started getting exasperated and so I decide to do the one thing that could send me to an early grave.

"Hello... Julie, could you bring me an outfit that is date worthy?", I said softly hearing how Julie squealed on the other side of the line. She screamed a yes and hung up on me, she might give the most beautiful outfit or the most awfully extravagant outfit in the world.

Julie arrived at six with my outfit and I had my hair in my usual pompadour, and she only shook her head telling me no before pushing me inside of Home. She threw the outfit at me and simply said "Change, now!" before pushing me to my bedroom. I put on a white shirt that held a place where I putted a red tie, beautiful blue blazer and red dress pants, Julie enters the room while I fix the sleeves and makes me sit down in front of my mirror; she undoes my pompadour and lets my blue hair free; she styles it to the side and smiles.

"You are ready to go handsome!", She exclaimed making me smile at her comment; Sally is lucky for having such a nice girlfriend. I hear a door knock and I see that is already eight. Oh, my rainbows! Time sure flew by.

Part seven? I believe so! Let me know if you want to join the tag list!

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[serxinns]

Love potion!: Denkis deal

Disclaimer this is an alternative path for a Love potion

Context: You wanted hide away from your love-crazy classmates for a while so you went up the top of the roof it was all quiet until you heard a giggle

M/c: Magic color

This fic was made by my good old buddy @lady-ashfade here's the og here

You ran inside and shut the door behind you quickly taking a breath you sighed in relief, "Finally peace" Your classmates were driving you crazy today. The Bakusquad wanted to watch a scary movie with you but the deku and his gang wouldn't let them saying excuses like "You'll get nightmares while watching it!" they were arguing for a while until it became a huge fight everyone was tugging you all over the place when u finally managed to sneak off using a decoy spell to escape and now you're here

You walked to the rail looking at the view the sun was about to set turning it into a beautiful pink and yellow creation the wind blows through your hair you were beginning to feel calm so you closed your eyes to experience the moment you began to hum a song to ease your nerves a bit everything was peaceful until you heard a giggle

you quickly turned around to see Denki all sly-looking his hands were behind his back making it seem he was hiding something you cursed under your breath confused about how he found you buy kept your cool "What Is it denki" you said with a tone of tried and annoyance "Are you here to take me back to bakugo and them and claim victory" "Now now darling why would I do that if I wanna help you" Denki said still smirking with his hands raised to show that he was on your side

you were getting confused "With what exactly?" "Why The antidote of course" That made you whip your head around Denki giggled at that "That got you're full attention-" he was then cut off feeling something wrapped around his neck tight it was you pulling his tie tight to make him go on your level "what do you know about the antidote," you said with a glare that could kill "Easy easy!" he said raising his hands up "ill explain it to you if you just let go and lock the roof door you don't want the others to barge in "

you were you were feeling uneasy when he said that as much as you wanted to decline the offer and tell him to fuck off you couldn't he knew what the antidote is he knew how to cure you're classmates he knew how to stop this madness you walked slowly over to the door still starting at Denki making sure he wouldn't do anything and locked the door and walked back "now tell me" you said and Denki continue to explain "I wanted you for myself y/n I really did that's why I was the one who was cause this" ok now you're pissed"YOU WERE THE ONE WHO MESSED WITH MY POTIONS?! I TOLD YOU NOT TO GO IN THERE" denki did a sheepish smile and scratch the back of his head "I know I know and I felt awfully bad because you were just dragged around by those pests"

Denki said with a mixed of venom and rage in his throat but continued "and borrowed your spell book for a while and made this" From behind his hand was a glowing light blue potion swirling around in his hand while he played with it you were shocked but relieved at the same time you were glad but something was off about it "W-wow Denki that's great now we can turn u and the other ba-" as you said while trying to reach the bottle reaching for the potion but Denki snatched it away from you with a playful yet sly smirk and his grin grew even wider "oh I would but in one occasion..you gonna have to be mine!" your stomach dropped when you heard those words "Wdym by that..." Denki giggled a bit "That means you're gonna be with me silly you're gonna be mine forever and ever and ever!" Denki kept rambling on about his fantasy your anger began to rise even more until you were able to speak up

"Is this some sort of joke..." Denki stopped what he was doing and turned around confused at ur sudden sentence "What-" "You think that making an antidote will make me want to be with you "Denki was taken aback at your sudden tone but glared back "You should be thankful that I made the-" you cut him don't not even giving a shit for his reason "WHY SHOULD I BE THANKFUL FOR SOMETHING YOU CAUSED!?" you screamed out your m/c coming out of your hands not mattering if someone of even ur one infected classmate can hear you "IF IT WASNT FOR YOU NONE OF THIS WOULDVE HAPPENED" Denki stood there in silence head hanging low with a frown he said in a low dark tone "if you won't accept my love then there's no needing this" he dropped the bottle causing it to crash you tried getting it but it was too late

"DENKI NO-" you lunged out trying to get the bottle but it was too late the the liquid spilling across the floor mixing with broken glass pieces in anger you lunged at denki using your vine spell to bound him he let out a pain grunt he let out a electric shock causing you and the plant getting electrocuted as well your body ached and burned all over causing you to stumble around but it wasn't enough to keep you down you ran up to him he tried to shoot electric bolts on your hands that you barely dodge the last one you dodge the bolt by jumping and in mid air you roundhouse kicked him him the face

Denki stumbles back a bit stunned clutching his nose while trying to focus But felt a kick in his abdomen he let a choked "ack!" and fell to the ground you grabbed your wand and aimed it at Denki and without thinking you sprouted out the spell you could think of a m/c like a beam shoots out hitting Denki all you could see was white after a few second you opened your eyes checking to see if anything was damaged but all you saw was denki lying on the floor unconscious

Your eyes widen when you realize what you have just done "oh god...DENKI!?" despise being mad at him your intention wasn't to try to kill him You shook him a few times and his eyes slowly began to open "Y-yn?" he managed to stuttered out "why are we on this Roof and-" he saw you have burns all over your hands and legs "oh god what happened did I overused my quirk did we fight a villain and i accidentally hit you?!" you were you were confused for a moment for a moment questioning why he was acting like nothing was wrong when it you remember your own spell that you hit on denki

It was the memory-erase spell...

[cthulhus-curse]

Part 2! Featuring power-play and a slightly dark take on breeding. Enjoy!

She grinned as she exited the elevator. Wanda's office sat in front of her, the door closed. Not taking the courtesy to knock, she opened the door suddenly.

There, sat at her desk, leg bouncing with what was surely stress and anxiety, was Wanda.

They'd been roommates in college, and Agatha had thought that they would be together... Until the stupid woman had decided to fall in love with the man who would leave her broken-hearted over a younger, 'prettier' woman.

Green eyes blazed with anger. "I don't know how you did it, but you and your little toy can fuck-"

"That's no way to speak to me." Agatha sat on Wanda's desk, pushing papers off of it and onto the floor. "Is it?"

"And just what jurisdiction do you think you have over me?"

Tilting her head and smiling with smug delight, Agatha leaned forward. "Because I know you want to be a good, honest girl for me. Don't you, darling? Isn't that why you didn't wear panties to work today?"

Wanda went pale. "H-how did you-"

"Rio told me. Well, she told you first not to wear them. I have to say, I'm impressed, one could even say proud of her. I didn't think anyone in this world would be pathetic enough to submit to my beautiful pet's charms, but she worked you down in moments..." Agatha grabbed Wanda by her jaw. "Or are you that pathetic?"

"I was lonely." Wanda pulled away. "I... She saw an opportunity in my vulnerability, that's all."

Agatha moved, standing up and away from the desk, circling the redhead. "Admit it, you just loved submitting to someone else, relinquishing all your power, all your control." Wanda stood from her chair, but Agatha surged forward, cornering the redhead against her desk.

"Maybe I... Just wanted to feel something." She admitted. Their hips pressed together, and Agatha felt her cock twitch in her suit pants. Wanda's dangerously short red dress, accompanied by a tiny black jacket and tie, left nothing to the imagination.

"I can help you feel something." Agatha husked in her ear, and Wanda shivered. "Rio and I can take all this stress away. All this anxiety isn't doing you any favors, pretty girl."

She felt Wanda roll her hips. "I have to say, your husband was an idiot... What was the real reason he left you?"

"He..." Wanda stammered as Agatha cupped her ass, lifting her onto her own desk. A classic move, it'd won Rio over every time. "He wanted to start a family, a-and I... I wasn't ready." The redhead admitted. "So he did that to punish me."

"Well, that's just horrible." Agatha cooed, running her fingers through Wanda's hair. "Though, you did just say... Wasn't."

Her free hand had been silently slipping her pants and boxers down, freeing her cock. Wanda gasped as Agatha entered her. "Gods, you're so fucking wet. You're really that desperate that this little touch will do?"

She reached into Wanda's dress, rolling on of her rosy nipples between her fingers as she slowly thrusted into her. "Let's make a business deal, eh Maximoff?"

"N... No." Wanda stuttered out between moans. "Whatever you want-"

"Oh it's not about what I want, it's about what you want." Agatha assured her, thrusting deeper into her old rival, who clawed her shoulder and whimpered. "You want your company to do well, and you're clearly stressed. I'll run it for you, you won't be able to."

"What, ah! W-what makes you say that?" Wanda's accent slipped through as she spoke. Agatha pressed her further downwards into her own desk, keeping up her thrusts at a steady pace. A pornographic moan, just like the ones Rio had recorded, escaped her.

"Well... It's clear you're ready for a family now. How about I breed you? Fill you with my pups? Then, when your belly is swelling and you're desperate for more, you sign the company over to me." She purred, a devilish smile on her lips.

"No fucking way!" Wanda snapped. Agatha growled, thrusting harder into her. "Y... You... Please..."

"Rio told me when your period happened last month." The brunette hissed. "I know you're ovulating. If you really don't want this... Call security on me. Now. The button is right there."

She watched Wanda's hand hover over it... And pull away. The redhead shook, cumming with a sharp gasp as Agatha pressed her thumb down on her swollen clit.

"Mmm... Thought so." With a few more quick thrusts, she felt herself finally release, painting Wanda's insides white. "Ah ah, not done yet, new pet. I don't have anything to plug you with to hold in my seed, and I wanna make sure you're good and bred..."

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I read this with the most idiotic smile on my face because of how fucking good it is. Just...PERFECTION!! Thank you for sharing these beautifully spicy asks hehe :>

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rank hottness levels of majima in each game/phase Now!! (pls....)

/ suggestive (its nothing bad)

ok im ngl im not entirely familiar w all the games but im ranking the ones i have seen but they're basically more or less only my favorites

anyway i'm starting w one of my all-time favorites ... my beloved goromi!!

seeing him like this makes me feel things i didnt know i can feel. is it the lesbianism in my brain is making some sort of connection? is it because his little date w kiryu was silly a hell? is it a secret third thing? i will never know. but i suspect it's because i see him like this and my brain tells me that is a woman and my lesbian instincts kick in because what purpose was i put on this earth for if not to share my unconditional and infinite love to every woman that has ever existed

anyway all i know is goromi is my darling girlfriend .. she reminds me of candy-chan (and in turn, ive found similarities between sanji and majima im certain are mostly delusions) and i want to go shopping with her and spoil her with sweets, as i want to do with every woman ever

next is 24-hour prince majima .. but specifically from like a pirate (or whatever its called)

something about him tickles me in the head (it's the hair) like hey boy, hey guy ... do you need a housewife ... ? LIKE THE JUXTAPOSITION OF HOW HE LOOKS NOW IN THE MV (?) COMPARED TO IN Y0 IS SO FUCKING INSANE TO ME. DEAR GOD.

the distant sadness in his eyes and general melancholic maturity about him makes him hot tbh. like wow i want to kiss you on every inch of your skin, i want to soothe your worries with homemade meals and warm baths and kisses between stolen cracks of moonlight, i want to greet you good morning and good night and shower you with spontaneous grand gestures on a random tuesday, i want show you everything that is good in this world and help you understand that it exists within you too.

i like this majima a lot.

h- ... hannya man ... good god ok ... i ... i need time to breathe

i know exactly what appeals to me; it's the fancy tux/suit and the mysterious aura from the mask. wow ... idk its such a drastic shift from his usual silliness ... like wow ... hey. hi. hey. are you free this weekend? do you need anything from me?

idk im just saying, he looks like he'd tell you when to cum then make you clean up the mess or like he'd tie you up and play with you for a bit. and rlly idc, whatever you say handsome~ hehehehehehe~

putting him in because i see him often (because im playing y0) but lord of the night majima and i . hes okay ..

i mean that genuinely too like. he's fine. i get the appeal. i think its the slicked back hair into a tight ponytail that throws me off a bit orz but i .. i like his vibe, or aura as the kids say .. he feels like such a loverboy, like he'd surprise me with random visits and bouquets of flowers, or he'd kiss you very tenderly and slowly, almost gently.

in terms of "i want him." he gets a pass only because he is majima and im in love with him unfortunately (tho i shall see if my thoughts on him change because im on chapter two of y0 and he hasnt even shown up yet)

then of course we have this iconic fit (i picked this photo because he looks so puppy dog here .. wow)

giggling, twirling my hair. hi. hey <3 from an objective perspective, this outfit is kind of ass like ? snake-skin jacket, leather pants and ??? no shirt?? but GOD. unfortunately, its a terrible outfit on an insanely hot forty something year old. i want you. i want you so bad.

and i dont actually know if his hair changes w this outfit, like if its short + undercut then grows a bit longer or not but ive seen pics of him in this fit w longer hair and he looks better like that tbh. also i cant shake off how uncomfortable this outfit looks like that must be so hot to wear .. but again idc im kissing you in the mouth. let's go play at the claw machines in the sega arcades and sing karaoke together and hold hands and kiss and fall asleep next to each other and kiss and get dinner together and take walks in parks and kiss and kiss and kiss and kiss and—

and finally my number majima one is .. !

this specific scene of majima from like a pirate where he does the thing with his finger like AUGHSDGHADNNN!!

the disheveled hair, the smirk, THE WAY HE BECKONS YOU WITH HIS FINGER. good god!! majima was alr my favorite by default because he was a weird ass freak i found funny but THIS? hello sir, daddy even, where is your shirt and do you mind taking off your pants too? qw?e@?w$e?asf?a?!!!@?e!#?!@ HEAHEHHDSHFAEr!~@?#!@!!@!mDFNDFSMA,,,,SDFM

I Need You.

(thank you anon for listening to my tedtalk and for telling me go a bit insane about my silly old man that i want so badly)

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hiii could i get J, P, Q an U for Slender? thanks! and i hope your day is going really well >_<

More Fluff Alphabet /w Slenderman but these letters!

my days been pretty okay! slow, but not terrible :O gonna be slow from tomorrow until next saturday so i might promote requests being open ponders not proof read!! though to be fair i dont. think i proof read any of my stuff

J (JEALOUSY)-

he can get rather possessive in general when it comes to you or his proxies so uh

don't like, try to make him jealous on purpose, it doesn't end well for anyone involved. actually don't try to tick off forest demons in general

i know i keep saying stuff like "oh god forbid someone make you uncomfortable" in these but like. slenderman is still this huge powerful creature, i know my interpretation on him is a bit silly n different but he still has roots in the 2010s fandom interpretation, you know?

there will be... a mess... is what im saying

in the case that someone is being weird with you, he's less jealous and more angry, though, of course not angry at you

though there will be hard boundaries set in place if you try to rile him up on purpose, he doesnt want to waste his time on someone whos going to toy with him like that. both in a "hey thats not really cool or healthy of you to do to me or our relationship" and also "im fucking slenderman im a old ass powerful demon, who do you think you are?"

P (PETNAMES)-

he calls you; love, darling, my dear

he likes being called; really anything under the sun, because as long as its something coming from your mouth hes pleased, because it ultimately means hes yours and youre his

q (QUESTION)-

for more context see this post! dives into lore stuff for my au/hcs but it'll help add context to this segment!:

here!

hope the link copied well enough </3 if not you can find it on my blog, titled "all entwined in one web" or something along those lines

anyways

some variant of "why do you stay"

you could have decided to be with literally anyone else, but you chose a solitary self loathing demon who eats people in order to survive, created for the sole purpose to cause issues and harm to humanity

on one hand he wants you to stick around and keep him company; but on the other hand he wants you as far away from him as possible so you can go out and live your own life without being in danger or having to put up with his whole deal

please give him lots of reassurance, its going to take a lot for him to stop asking those kinds of questions; assuming he stops asking at all

U (UPSET)-

i feel like him being upset is similar to the jealousy part of this post, but just more. broad. like hes not going to take shit if youre going to try to upset him on purpose

hes more patient if its accidental, though. diving into a previous fluff alphabet, if its an accident and something that can be helped in terms of future instances hes likely to work through it with you. he knows his time with you is short, if his partner is a mortal, and he doesnt want to waste that time

soft slenderman my beloved, let this man have complex emotions and desires and whatnot

kinda just. vanishes when he gets real upset, though, since he cant control his anger that well and generally just doesnt want you to see him like that- best way to help him like that is to just give him time

if youre the one upset hes going to listen to you, if you need someone to talk to. man of few words, advice can go fifty fifty

either gives good advice or not good advice; and thats on him being around for a long time but not really spending a lot of that time you know... interacting with others in a meaningful way

bonus if you still live at your place he's going to do a bunch of your chores for you. in. varying degrees of success, similar reasoning as above since he doesnt really have a home of his own to do like. dishes or laundry at. still bouncing between if im going to have the mansion be a part of this au of mine or not, and if so, how its going to tie in to everything

shrugs

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Hai! Been regressed all day because I’ve come down with a icky sickness and i dont feel so good :< Could I maybe get some Mk11 Kano Cg hcs of him looking after a sick/ill baby regressor?- ✨

No cause like, I've been sick for almost a week and it's only gotten worse, especially in the past two days >:(

There's some silly virus going around, and I'm sorry you caught it, darling :(

<3 <3 <3 <3 <3 <3 <3 <3 <3 <3 <3 <3 <3 <3 <3 <3

CG Kano w/ Sick Babyspace Regressor Hcs

⚔️ Kano, as much as I love him, isn't the best person

⚔️ Probably teased you for being sick when it wasn't that bad

⚔️ Like, come on, you aren't that sick, stop being all dramatic

⚔️ But when your symptoms began to worsen, he actually became super worried

⚔️ At first you just felt a bit icky, but now you can't feel half your face with how congested it is, your throats all scratchy, it hurts to talk, you're practically panting because you can't breathe through your nose

⚔️ ^ Apologies, I'm projecting, I feel incredibly icky rn

⚔️ He feels really bad that he didn't take your sickness seriously when he could have helped you when it wasn't that bad

⚔️ He feels even worse when you regress really tiny because of how icky you feel :(

⚔️ Don't you worry, Uncle Kano's gonna take good care of you now, Sweetheart

⚔️ Since your really tiny, he'll swaddle you in your favorite blankie and rock you, gently shushing your cries

⚔️ Kano's got a pretty tough inume system, so he doesn't get sick easily

⚔️ Because of this you get all the cuddles you could ever ask for

⚔️ Usually when you two cuddle he calls you a Clingy Koala but will die down his teasing because you feel icky and just want some lovin’

⚔️ Ans how could he make fun of you for that? Poor thing

⚔️ Kano, surprisingly, is a pretty decent chef, and will make you some bomb chicken noodle soup

⚔️ ^ I recommend Princess Chicken noodle soup, it makes me feel a bit better

⚔️ He'll spoon feed you so you don't spill anything by accident

⚔️ He'll get you some yummy Sprite and saltines if your feelings hungry

⚔️ Like, he'll get you actual food if you'd like, but those are some of the go to sick snacks he knows of

⚔️ Will not let you have munchies if you can't stomach anything though, he doesn't wanna make you throw up on purpose :(

⚔️ He'll clear his entire schedule just to make sure he can look after you

⚔️ Kanos not a very nice man, but he refuses to leave his bab’s side when they feel all icky like this

⚔️ Plus Kabal can do all the Black Dragon work for a few days <3

⚔️ Unfortunately, you might need to have some nasty medicine :(

⚔️ He'll get you some yummy water afterwards and cuddle you

⚔️ He knows some medicine doesn't taste great, but somehow all the yucky ones make people feel better quicker

⚔️ If your little enough to use diapers, he's more comforting about it than usual because your all sick

⚔️ If your throat hurts, he'll make you some warm milk or get you some throat medicine

⚔️ Is also a lot more patient than usual

⚔️ He knows your sick, and he knows you might be already sensitive than usual

⚔️ He also knows that crying because you couldn't find your hair tie isn't something that you'd usually do, but you better know he'll find that hair tie for you (he was probably sitting on it)

⚔️ Usually he'd encourage you to babble, laughing and having conversations with you

⚔️ But now you sound like Bi-Han, all raspy and almost drunk (very bad overall)

⚔️ So he probably expects you to go somewhat nonverbal, cradling you and letting you huff and cry into his chest

⚔️ It's never nice, feeling all icky and bad

⚔️ You'll never have to worry about going through it alone though, he'll become your clingy Koala

⚔️ He'll put on your favorite cartoons or movie, and you two will cuddle in bed

⚔️ He'll try to make you laugh by making jokes or jabbing at one of his friends

⚔️ But if you get irritated at them faster than usual, he'll stop

⚔️ It's no fun making a joke if you both can't laugh about it

⚔️ Kano isn't the best person to help you get better, since he doesn't actually know what he's doing half the time and is completely winging it

⚔️ But he's there for you, thick and thin

⚔️ Your his baby after all, you can't be sick alone, what kind if Dada would he be if he left you all alone? >:(

⚔️ He'll gently clean your face and shush you when you start apologizing

⚔️ There's so need to apologize, your body just feels a bit icky, Sweetheart, no need to be sorry

⚔️ If your too woozy or small to stand up, he'll carry you around so you can feel a bit better by brushing your teeth or taking a quick short

⚔️ Highly encourages sitting under a steamy shower so your face gets unclogged from all the bad stuff in it

⚔️ He'll even help you brush your teeth!! You really don't gotta lift a finger around this man, especially when you're this sick and small!!

⚔️ You becomes his new Teddy bear, and he becomes your new Teddy bear (and servant), that's how the world works <3

<3 <3 <3 <3 <3 <3 <3 <3 <3 <3 <3 <3 <3 <3 <3 <3

I hope you feel better!!! <3

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Look At that! (Hazbin Hotel tkl tumblr)

Before I explain everything thing, I wanna thank the people already supporting me. I’m learning the stuff so that my stuff will be more interesting for you guys. The original idea came from: https://www.tumblr.com/alastor-simp/739903161734660096/ticklish-my-dear-alastor-x-reader-oneshot?source=share

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Summary: As Alastor was walking down a hall, he passed by to check up on Charlie as she was in her room deciding a dress. Alastor give her some suggestions about which one she should wear. Helping Charlie zip up the dress of his choice, he ends up hold her sides making Charlie let out a squeal. Charlie tells Al how sensitive she is and Charlie quickly regrets it.

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In the evening, Alastor was going through the halls of the hotel on his daily dawn stroll. As he was walking, he heard some noise in Charlie’s room and decided to stop on by to check on her and see what’s happening. “Ugh! I can’t decide which dress to wear. There both so nice!!” Charlie groaned. “Oh, evening Al!” as Charlie saw her good friend from the corner of her eye. “Good evening darling! I hear some problems are going on. Is everything okay?” Alastor asked worriedly. “Oh I’m fine, I just can’t seem to pick what dress to wear today, Vaggie went shopping and she bought them for me, so I really wanna wear one! I just can’t seem to pick one!”

“Well, may I see them?” Alastor asked delightfully. “Sure! There’s a two piece, and a red dress with a cute head band. I have a little black neck tie to wear and they go nice with both!” Charlie answered in a bubbly tone.

“I think the 2 piece would look quite charming on you!” Alastor suggested. “Okay, I’ll go put it on and fix my hair. As Alastor waited, he sat down on an armchair looking at the wall of pictures Charlie had of all the fun times her and the crew had. “Okay, I put it on and I did my hair, how do I look?”

“You look like the princess you are!” Alastor stated. “Thanks Al! Oh, and can you zip the side of my skirt? It’s a bit far back and I can’t reach.” Charlie asked Al. “No Problem!” Alastor said as he walked over to zip up the skirt infront of the mirror. “Purfect my-“ Alastor was interrupted by a squeal that Charlie mad when she jumped. “Is everything okay darling, did I hurt you?” Alastor asked in a nervous voice. “ No no Al it’s just, just that my sides are sensitive.”

Alastor asked, “Sensitive meaning?” “Very ticklish.” After hearing that, Alastor stared wide-eyed to Charlie, “Ticklish?” he reapeted after Charlie. “Yeah…” After Charlie saw his face, she knew exactly what he had been thinking and she tried to run out the room but before she knew it, The Radio Demon had snapped her right back to her bed. Charlie could feel something crawling on her skin realizing that it had been Alastor’s shadow tentacles holding her legs down. “ALASTOR” she screamed angrily as tentacles caught her arms before she could throw a punch.

“Ahal, you don’t really have to do this. Rehembee when you said I looked like th princess I am?! W-well now IyAHAHAHAHAH” the princess couldn’t finish as the Radio demon already started to lightly scitter his claws against her sides. “I just got my claws sharpened, let’s see what they can do dear!” Alastor teased as he slowly went from his sides, to her belly. Charlie’s laughing, turned to screams of joy. “Look at that! Our young princess I squeamish when her belly is scratched the right way.” Alastor’s chuckled, teasing wasn’t very helpful to Charlie as her face was heating up from blushing.

“AHAHAL, IHIHTS NOHOHOT FUHUHUNHEY!!” Charlie scream in joyous laughter. Soon, he had only told the shadows to release her legs and go up and cover her eyes. “ALASTOR” is all she screamed once she saw nothing but darkness as the Radio Demon had stopped scratching her stomach. “Hmm, I wonder if these little hoofs are ticklish dear, don’t you?” But the only response he got was giggles siente he had been spidering from her hips, slowing down to her shoes.

“Ahahal, p-please don’t do this!” she said nervously as she felt the Demon pull up her one of her shoes. “3…2…” and before Alastor could get to while Charlie was pleading, he already started and she has been scream and blushing her head of turning her face away from the Radio Demon. “How adorable! Don’t hide you pretty face from me darling!” Charlie couldn’t even open her eyes, nor speak. She was so helpless and vulnerable, she hates how ticklish she was because it was a major weakness she had.

“Okay, I think it’s time I give you a break.” Alastor said as the shadows crawled away and Alastor slipped the shoe of the princess back in her foot” she was panting and could still feel the tingle of the giggles on her foot. “Seems like the princess had a fun time now, did you darling?” He chuckled and teased. “Yeah, totally” the Princess said sarcastically and rolling her eyes. “Well I have to go some work to do, I’m supposing that you’ll be in your way to the Radio Station?” Charlie smirked and walked out the room.

They both went there, Alastor who has been satisfied, and Charlie who had still been holding her stomach.

FYI: I don’t get any of my pictures of this app, I got it off google, so if I used your art, I’m very sorry.

Should I make a revenge story?