#lower valley energy

[yok00k]

¿can you kiss me more?

pairing: hellokittylover!oc x boxer!jk

genre: smut

“baby, hold me ‘cause I like the way you groove”

summary: jungkook’s lust and love for you becomes insatiable

warnings: MATURE— cockwarming, slight somnophilia [consented], jk jerks off in front of oc, jk is a pervert and hella possessive (& mentally obsessed w/ oc), unedited, lowercase intended

word count: 900

author’s yap: i’m kinda back bc I’m in my jobless era🥸. I wrote this a few months ago and just kinda abandoned it -_- it’s also far from the initial scenario that I was gonna write but meh.

“koo..so deep inside me” you softly cry as for the fact that his entire length is buried deep within your aching walls. you can feel how hard Jungkook is inside you.

“yeah? you’ll keep me warm, right?” he lowly said while smirking underneath you. he firmly shoves himself more, resulting you gently tug on his long hair as he further sucks one of your perky nipples, making it swollen.

—

this particular action is what 's been keeping him occupied for the past thirty minutes as soon as he came back from his 2-hour morning boxing session. jungkook spotted you in the same position you were in before he left. the only difference now is that his thick comforter that wrapped your whole body is no longer covering every inch of you. which makes your baby pink see-through lingerie on display for him to see, only for his sight to enjoy.

what a drooling view

he goes up to your sleeping figure, taking a closer look of your exquisite physique. your cleavage almost flashing him because of how low cut the piece of cotton fabric you’re wearing. not forgetting to mention those curvy hips of yours and naturally thick and tender thighs that only he can touch. nobody else. not on his watch

jungkook feels like some perverted man lusting over your unconscious frame. you’re so sweet, too fragile. seems like in one touch, you’ll break.

however that’s all facade. you may seem too innocent but he knows every tiny detail of yours. including those dirty secrets that turn you on and wild kinks that nobody would’ve guessed you’re into. to him, you have the face of an angel with devilish preferences.

you initially woke up with a pleasurable sensation that jungkook had caused you: a storm of wet kisses from your neck to the valley of your breast accompanied by a pair of muscular arms roaming around your figure. it’s a habit for both you and jungkook to be touchy to one another in the morning. you love showing your love and affection to him, so as he does to you therefore you allow him to express physical intimacy towards you.

as much as you’d love to show your love back to him, you’re still sleepy and lack energy to move. a few seconds later, you fall back to sleep.

on the other hand, jungkook is getting even more aroused by this situation. his fully tattooed arm moves its way down to your backside, giving your plumpy ass a tight squeeze before proceeding to knead your cheek.

your sleeping figure doesn’t help with his high sex drive. how would his sexual urges decrease when the person in his fantasies is laying on his bed. you.

before he could ever comprehend what he’s doing, he found himself kneeling in front of your ass cheeks. jungkook lowers his light gray sweatpants, just right down under his balls, setting his erected cock free.

he leans down towards you to plant a tiny peck in your temples. jungkook locks his attention to your angelic face as he begins pumping his member toward your ass that’s covered by transparent lace fabric. he smudges his oozing precum around his til using his thumb while thinking how pretty your swollen lips would be if he smeared his fluid around them.

he continues to ejaculate, tightening his rough palm around his cock trying to imitate the tightness of your pussy when he nests himself inside you. your tight walls are 100% way much better than his fucking hands. it’s no doubt that nothing and nobody can compare to you. not even a bit

jungkook fails to be soundless and slips out quiet groans, cursing by how good and light headed he feels right now. he hopes that he could stay in this scenery forever. having you comfortably and peacefully sleeping on his bed while he jerks off in front of you. plus you wouldn’t mind just laying there and looking effortlessly pretty for him, right?

he’s almost there, he’s starting to feel the anticipated satisfaction coming towards him. by the moment, he shuts down his eyes as he throws his head back, savoring the intense feeling of pleasure as he reaches his highest peak.

jungkook spills ropes of hot white cum, aiming his oozing tip over the thin baby pink fabric that barely covers your ass. he releases a few more moans as he fully emptied himself to the cloth of your lingerie.

he arrives his desired destination, his paradise

you rise from your sleep by a familiar faint noise, more like a series of whimpers. you lift your head and catch that those breathless sounds are coming from none other than your boyfriend, jungkook. you also notice that he’s weakly pumping his hand around his cock, slowly coming to a halt.

“kookie?” you softly call, which brings him back from heaven to reality.

once he opens his eyes, he locks eye contact with your beautiful eyes, an innocent smile is painted on your face. his appearance softened, as if he wasn’t lusting over you a second ago.

he lifts his upper body and leans closer to your face, giving your lips a smooch.

“good morning baby”

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[whenikissedthegiyuu]

Kinktober 2024

Scratching w/ Bokuto Koutarou

me: 300-400 words is good so i can be consistent with the posts, right? also me: writes 1.1k words and posts it a day late

18+ mdni. fem!reader, smut, some fluff, scratching (duh), masochism, nipple play, bokuto is a biter hc, hair pulling, sex (p in v), missionary position, breeding kink if you squint real hard, pet names (my girl, baby, doll, baby girl), mentions of masturbation (f), my first attempt at 2nd pov BE NICE

kinktober 2024 mlist can also read on ao3

He could smell the coffee before he was truly awake. Bokuto stirred in bed, his hand instinctively darting to the other side of the bed. He groaned when he didn’t find your warm body beside his, despite knowing you must be in the kitchen making breakfast.

He closed his eyes tightly when he tried to open them but the sunlight that poured in from the open curtains. He turned around and laid on his stomach, his nose burying into your pillow to inhale your scent as he tried to fall back asleep.

Footsteps reached his ears. He opened his eyes to see you walking back into the bedroom with coffee in hand, a low growl escaping him when he saw you were only wearing panties. The sound made you dart your eyes to your boyfriend.

“Did I wake you?” You asked him as you sat down on your side of the bed and ran your fingers through his hair.

He shook his head, grabbing your mug to place it carefully on the nightstand before grabbing your waist and pulling you down with him. “Missed my girl.” He grinned at your laughter filling the room as his long limbs circled you and pulled you close.

His nose was buried in the crook of your neck, inhaling scent as his hand snuck over your breast. “Kou,” You tried to protest, which came out more as a moan when he gently circled his thumb around your nipple. It immediately hardened, then he switched over to the other one to repeat the teasing motions. Your hand came up to grab his wrist, nails digging into his skin as he finally brushed his fingers over your nipples. He hissed near your ear and his cock hardened at the painful feeling around his wrist.

He pushed you to lay down on the bed and climbed on top of you. He wasted no time taking a nipple in his mouth. His hand lowered between your legs, already feeling a wet patch in your panties.

“I’ve barely touched you, baby.” He murmured against your skin as his lips moved to press open mouthed kisses to the valley between your breasts. Both his hands came up to grab them, his fingers pinching and rubbing your nipples between them.

“I…” Your back arched up toward his touch with a gasp, hands coming up to tangle in his messy hair. “I tried touching myself to go back to sleep, but I couldn’t finish.”

His dick could not be any harder. “Should’ve woke me up. I would’ve fingered this pretty pussy for you.” A broken moan left him when you tightened your grip on his hair and tugged him up to kiss you.

He was going to take his time with you, leave a trail of kisses down your body until his face was between your legs and he ate you out for hours. But the way your nails dug into his skin and your fingers tugged at his hair, it was making him grow desperate to be inside you again. He would take it slow next time.

The two of you had a long night, fucking against the front door the moment you arrived from his game which he scored the winning point, then the living room, then the kitchen when you took a break to drink water, and finally collapsed on the bed. It was a surprise both you and Bokuto still had energy.

A high pitched moan left you when he pressed the underside of his cock against your folds. You had no clue when he even took his underwear off, or pushed yours aside, but you didn’t care as your head fell back against the pillows, breaking the kiss. He moved on immediately to your neck, switching between leaving open mouthed kisses and sucking the skin into his mouth, teeth nibbling until he left marks all over your throat.

Your hands wrapped around him as he coated his dick in your slick. Your nails dug into his back each time his tip brushed over your swollen clit.

“So sensitive, doll.” He taunted, as if he wasn’t struggling to focus so he wouldn’t finish just from grinding against you. He could probably stay still and coat your thighs with his cum if you just kept holding onto him, if you just kept fucking digging your nails into him until you drew blood.

He had no idea he was a masochist until the previous night, when you lost your grip and accidentally scratched his shoulder as he fucked you against the wall. He was already close, but the pain mixed with the pleasure of your walls squeezing him pushed him over the edge embarrassingly quickly. He usually was the one who left bites and hickeys all over your neck and tits, and half moon marks on your hips from holding you too tight.

Again, he had to take a deep breath and hold back from coming immediately when he pushed into you. Your legs trembled around his hips and your nails raked down his back as he pushed inch by inch into you.

He let you pull him even closer when he pulled almost completely out, only the head inside, then slammed right back into your cunt, he leaned down until your hardened nipples were rubbing against his chest with each thrust. He hid his face in the crook of your neck, his breath making goosebumps appear in your skin. He reached between you, his fingers finding your clit easily, trying to push you toward your orgasm first.

It was a lost cause. He started fucking harder into you, your nails dragged over his back and sides. He couldn’t help but imagine the faces of his teammates when he took off his shirt in the locker room the next day and had marks all over his back– your marks. He lifted his head just enough to look into your eyes, not even a second later you felt ropes and ropes of his cum coating your walls, painting them white.

He grunted at the overstimulation and pulled out. You watched him as he sat up between your legs, his eyes focused on his cum leaking out of you. His thumb was still rubbing your clit, determined to push you over the edge. Your eyes caught the mirror in the corner of your room, you gasped loudly and sat up when you saw his back.

“Kou!” You pushed his hands off you and knelt on the bed to look over his shoulder. Sure enough, his back was full of red lines, and one seemed to have gone deep enough to draw a drop of blood. A single drop of blood, tiny enough that you wouldn’t even notice if you weren’t staring so intensely, but your cheeks still heated up with embarrassment. “Baby, I’m so–“

You were on your back before you could even finish your apology, your boyfriend between your legs and fully hard against your thigh again.

“The only thing you should be sorry about was that you didn’t make me bleed enough. Now lay down and let me make you cum.” Shocked at the sudden deep tone and the hand grabbing your face, fingers digging into your cheeks, you had no response other than a single nod. “That’s my good girl.”

[greenwitchcrafts]

June 2024 witch guide

Full moon: June 21st

New moon: June 6th

Sabbats: Litha/Summer Solstice- June 20th

June Strawberry Moon

Known as: Aerra Litha, Birth Moon, Blooming Moon, Brachmanoth, Dyad Moon, Egg Laying Moon, Green Corn Moon, Hatching Moon, Hoer Moon, Honey Moon, Lovers Moon, Mead Moon, Moon of Horses, Moon of Making Fat, Partner Moon, Rose Moon & Strong Sun Moon

Element: Earth

Zodiac: Gemini & Cancer

Nature spirits: Sylphs & Zephyrs

Deities: Aine of Knockaine, Bendis, Cerridwen, Green Man, Ishtar, Isis, Neith & Persephone

Animals: Butterfly, frog, monkey & toad

Birds: Peacock & wren

Trees: Maple & Oak

Herbs: Dog grass, meadowsweet, moss, mugwort, parsley, skullcap & vervain

Flowers: Lavender, orchid, tansy & yarrow

Scents: Lavender & lily of the valley

Stones:  Agate, Alexandrite, cat's eye, chrysoberyl, emerald, fluorite, garnet, moonstone, ruby & topaz

Colors: Gold, green, orange & yellow

Energy:  Abundance, balance, change of residence, communication, decision making, education, family relations, full & restful energy, love, marriage, prosperity, positive transformation, prevention, protection, public relations, relationships, responsibility, strength, tides turning, travel & writing

While strawberries certainly are a reddish-pink color and are roundish in shape, the origin of the name “Strawberry Moon” has nothing to do with the Moon’s hue or appearance.

• June's full Moon is typically the last full moon of spring or the first of summer. The June Full Moon will be extraordinary. For the first time since 1985, Full Moon happens precisely on the summer solstice, when the Sun is highest up. Because the Full Moon is always opposite the Sun, this year, you will see that the Moon is 10 widths lower on the horizon than the Sun ever is. 

This “Strawberry Moon” name has been used by Native American Algonquian tribes that live in the northeastern United States as well as the Ojibwe, Dakota, and Lakota peoples to mark the ripening of “June-bearing” strawberries that are ready to be gathered. The Haida term Berries Ripen Moon reflects this as well. As flowers bloom and early fruit ripens, June is a time of great abundance for many.

Litha

Known as: Alban Heruin, Summer Solstice & Whit Sunday

Season: Summer

Element: Fire

Symbols: Besom, fairies, God's eyes, sunflowers & symbols of the sun

Colors: Blue, gold, green, orange, red, tan & yellow

Oils/Incense: Cinnamon, frankincense, heliotrope, lavender, lemon, lily of the valley, mint, musk, myrrh, orange, orange pine, pine, rose, saffron, sandalwood & wisteria

Animals: Cattle, crab, horse & octopus

Birds: Goldfinch, kingfisher, meadowlark, owl, robin & wren

Mythical: Fairies

Stones: Bloodstone, diamond, emerald, jade, lapis lazuli & tiger's eye

Food: Ale, bread, cheese, edible flowers, garden fresh vegetables & fruit, lemons, meade, milk, oranges, pumpernickel bread, summer squash & wine

Herbs/Plants: Anise, basil, betony, cinquefoil, copal, elder, fennel, fern, frankincense, galangal, hemp, ivy, larkspur, lemon, lemon balm, mistletoe, mugwort, mullien, nettle, orange, orpin, plantain, rue, saffron, sandalwood, St.John's wort, thyme, verbena, vervain, wild thyme & ylang-ylang

Flowers: Carnation, chamomile, daisy, heather, heliotrope, honeysuckle, lavender, lily, marigold, orchid, rose, wisteria & yarrow

Trees: Elder, holly, laurel, linden, oak & pine

Goddesses: Amaterasu, Aine, Anahita, Dea, Cerde, Dag, Dana, Eiru, Fenne, Gwydion, Kupala, Mabd, Phoebe, Skhmet & Sul

Gods: Apollo, Baal, Balder, Bel, The Dagda, Donnus, El, The Green Man, Helios, Huon, Jupiter, Llew, Loki, Lugh, Maui, Mithras, Oak/Holly King, Ogmios, Ra, Surya, Thor & Zeus

Issues, Intentions & Powers: Agriculture, changes, divination, ending, fertility, life, light, manifestation, power, purpose, strength, success & unity

Spellwork: Fire & water magick

Activities:

• Charge and cleanse your crystals in the solstice sun

• Make Sun water

• Create crafts with natural elements such as flowers

• Burn a paper with things that no longer serve you or that you are trying to let go

•  Invite friends & family over for a bonfire and/or feast

• Gather & dry herbs for the upcoming year

• Clean, decorate & cleanse your altar with summer symbols

• Brew some sun tea

• Take a ritual bath/shower with flowers

• Make your own sun dial

• Craft a door wreath out of flowers & herbs

• Enjoy some sunrise/sunset yoga

• Volunteer at a food kitchen or animal shelter

• Plant trees (especially ones that may provide fruit or berries to feed the wildlife)

• Watch the sunset & say a blessing to nature

• Make flower infused anointing/spell oils

• Eat fresh fruits & berries

• Participate in a handfasting

• Create shadow art

The history of Litha reveals its deep connections to ancient agricultural societies & their reliance on the sun's power. Celebrated as part of the Wheel of the Year, Litha symbolizes the balance between light & darkness. Throughout history  customs such as bonfires, herb gathering & the construction of sunwheels have marked this festival. Today, Litha continues to be celebrated by various communities, with gatherings at sacred sites & private rituals in natural settings. It serves as a reminder of our connection with nature and the cycles of life.

• The traditions of Litha appear to be borrowed from many cultures. Most ancient cultures celebrated the summer solstice in some way such as the Celts celebrated Litha with hilltop bonfires & dancing. Many people attempted to jump over or through the bonfires for good luck. Other European traditions included setting large wheels on fire & rolling them down a hill into a body of water.

Litha is often associated with Midsummer, a celebration that extends beyond the pagan and Wiccan traditions. Midsummer festivities are observed in many cultures around the world, including Scandinavian countries where it holds a prominent place in their cultural heritage. Midsummer dances, bonfires, & feasts are integral parts of these celebrations, often accompanied by folklore and traditional rituals that honor the sun's energy and the abundance of nature during this time.

The summer solstice is the longest day of the year & in some traditions, Litha is when The Sun(The God) is symbolically at it's peak time of power & the World will soon be ripe to harvest. It is also when The Goddess is pregnant with The God who is to be reborn at Yule.

• In the Northern Hemisphere the Summer Solstice occurs when the Sun reaches its highest and northernmost points in the sky. It marks the start of summer in the northern half of the globe. (In contrast, the June solstice in the Southern Hemisphere is when the Sun is at its lowest point in the sky, marking the start of winter.)

Some also believe the history & spirit of Litha revolve around two deities, The Oak King & The Holly King. In Wiccan and Neo-Pagan traditions, each King rules the Earth for half of the year. From Yule to Litha, the Oak King rules. On Litha, the two battled for the crown and it is then that the Holly King triumphs. The Holly King will rule through fall until Yule, and the cycle will begin again.

Related festivals:

• Vestalia- June 7th -15th

Was a Roman religious festival in honor of Vesta, the goddess of the hearth & the burning continuation of the sacred fire of Rome. It was held from 7–15 June & was reserved as a women's-only event. Domestic & family life in general were represented by the festival of the goddess of the house & of the spirits of the storechamber — Vesta & the Penates .

On the first day of festivities the penus Vestae (sanctum sanctorum of the temple of Vesta which was usually curtained off) was opened for the only time during the year, at which women offered sacrifices. As long as the curtain remained open, mothers could come, barefoot and disheveled, to leave offerings to the goddess in exchange for a blessing to them and their family.

For the last day, the penus Vestae was solemnly closed, the Flaminica Dialis observed mourning & the temple was subjected to a purification called stercoratio: the filth was swept from the temple and carried next by the route called clivus Capitolinus and then into the Tiber.

Sources:

Farmersalmanac .com

Llewellyn's Complete Book of Correspondences by Sandra Kines

Wikipedia

A Witch's Book of Correspondences by Viktorija Briggs

Encyclopedia britannica

Llewellyn 2024 magical almanac Practical magic for everyday living

[m1d-45]

the eye of the beholder

summary: shields were a vital part of any combat. you knew, of course, that your lover was capable of summoning one with his vision, but you’ve never been on the receiving end of it…

word count: 1.5k

-> warnings: nope :] petname "my dear" is used towards reader once

-> gn reader (you/yours)

taglist: @samarill || @arienic || @valeriele3 || @shizunxie || @boba-is-a-soup || @yuus3n || @esthelily || @turningfrogsgay || @cupandtea24 || @genshin-impacts-me || @chaoticfivesworld || @raaawwwr || @ryuryuryuyurboat || @undrxtxd || @rainswept || @wanderersqt || @rozz-eokkk

< masterlist >

liyue was well guarded. millelith studded the streets of the harbor like jewels across rings, well averting most thieves or would be criminals. it was hard not to feel safe when walking along any street, with the rare exception of some of the further-out docks. even then, you’ve never really had reason to worry; in part, of course, due to the company you kept close.

zhongli was… eccentric, to put it kindly. he dressed in thick, heavy suits even through the most unbearable summers, he bought any manner of strange stones or old strains of tea just to take pride in spending fatui money (how he got away with this, you didn’t know), and he made a habit of seeking out every historian in the harbor just to prod at them with his knowledge of history. he gave no clear reason for any of these things, chalking it up to “personal preference,” “it’s not like they’d miss the money,” and “simply seeking knowledge” respectively.

you knew this, and you loved him for it. every time you went to his house, he had some new trinket or teacup lining his shelves. he was a collector, mainly of amusement and knowledge, and often brought you along on his adventures. he brought you everywhere: to the higher end of feiyun slope, where just a single stone cost more than your house, to the deep edges of the lower harbor, the air thick with humidity as he pointed out the various streaks of wear on the cliffsides. to dunyu ruins, because he heard a rumor not of ancient treasure or unimaginable glory, but of a geoculus.

geoculi were as common as the birds in the sky, with very few adventurers having the time or skill to move them. deceptively heavy, rooted in place by binds of geo energy, and those that did manage to haul them to a statue of the seven were rewarded with barely a glimmer in the wind. despite their legends, oculi were common across every nation, and were only about as interesting as a strange bird to most of the public.

naturally, your partner had reportedly been trying to acquire one for months now. why? for fun, it seemed. and so you set out beside him, past bubu pharmacy and out into the plains.

aside from settlements, liyue was mostly wild land. tianqiu valley was overrun with treasure hoarders, cuijue slope covered in geo elementals and ruin machines. and yet, despite going out on similar trips with zhongli several dozen times before, the worst injury you’ve had is a minor scrape from tripping over a tree root when he wasn’t looking. he was quick with his spear and fine with his words, not to mention that most of the various gangs and thieves knew his name well by now. if you didn’t know better, he’d almost look like an easy mark: a well-dressed man with a slow tone and silk gloves, like he wasn’t in the think of jueyun karste searching for ore.

they learned quick. you’ve fully seen a fatui member stop and walk the other way mid-patrol when he walked by, which while strange was perfectly fine by you. no conflict, no need for worry, just him and whatever sight he felt like showing you that day.

today, you approached a wide, open basin set into the earth. one half was covered in ruined stone and overgrown vegetation, only broken by pins of red torchlight. within, two massive statues guarded the entrance to yet more ruined buildings, the half-crumbled body of another laying not too far away. in the center of it all was a pool of water with a stone pedestal in the center, holding a rusted chest. far above that, however, was your beloved’s target: a shimmering geoculus, spinning lazily in the air.

how were you going to get it? no idea. how were you going to get down there in the first place? not a clue. what was the pale dome around it and the pond? you had to stop asking questions you didn’t have the answer to.

zhongli hummed, satisfied, his shoulders shifting back a bit in pride. he took your hand in his, leading you closer with a whisper to “watch your step, my dear.”

he found a path like it had personally called his name, the one corner of the sheer stone that had walkable ground. tucked between the cliff face and a wall of the ruin, he went down first, leading you down after, never letting you fall. he never once slipped, as if his boots had spikes that drilled into the earth and weren’t high end dress shoes. the perks of a geo vision, you supposed…

the path was steep and your hands were admittedly unsteady by the end of it, but before you knew it you were standing on solid ground. his arm wrapped around your waist and pulled you toward him, a soft kiss pressed to your cheek as a quiet reward for your tenacity.

the geoculus was hidden within a strange dome of anemo, three oddly-carved pillars spaced around it. near one of them was a floating wisp over a mossy stone, which flew to the pillar with the sound of faint bells when touched.

“an unfinished seelie court,” zhongli mused, looking around the basin. one half was overgrown with vines hanging down from the upper level, and the other was blocked by a gate with some sort of puzzle waiting to be solved.

naturally, he turned to the mess of vines, holding out his hand for you again.

“stay close. we don’t know what might be inside.”

you do, following as he cut down the foliage, listening over the sound of your breath for the seelie’s chimes. the walls were covered in greenery, but where they parted were intricate geometric patterns, sharp spirals cut into the stone. the air was cool, the stone quiet, moss cushioning your steps. if you were being honest, you thought zhongli was being a bit overcautious; but liyuen ruins were more challenging on the mind than the body. you were more likely to find a seelie than an arrow in your shoulder… though you’d be lying if it wasn’t endearing every time. who wouldn’t feel special, with such a pretty man so concerned for their safety?

you didn’t think much of your surroundings when the room opened up, still searching for the seelie that seemed to be nowhere. but you heard no bells, no chimes, just your shoes on the floor and the clank of heavy gears from high above.

fine. so maybe he had a point about danger this time. broken clocks and all that.

your eyes tracked the sound to the ceiling, not minding the arm the stretched in front of you. whatever was moving, it sounded heavy, old, rusted metal falling through the gaps in the stone beams. the heap pushed itself up only unsteady feet, studded with gears in indecipherable script. it was easily twice as tall as you were, if not taller, and you suddenly understood every precaution he’d given you about the dangers faced in the plains.

your fear didn’t get the chance to set. the floor glowed as geo condensed, the sharp snap of zhongli’s arms pulling a stele from the earth, directly between you and the machine. in an instant, pure geo energy coalesced around you, a paper-thin layer of shining gold that you felt more than saw.

you were not one for combat. you were not a vision wielder, not an adventurer, not a pirate or guard or anything of the sort. you had never once been with zhongli in a fight, and though you were grateful for that…

time had slowed to nothing. all you could see was the gentle shield wrapped around you, an almost physical pressure that settled into your mind like water soaking into sand. assuredness, confidence, security kept tight around you as the shield shined. you felt safe, a bone-deep sanctuary that made it a little hard to breathe, if only from surprise.

it made sense, somewhat, that shields would protect the mind as well as the body. you lifted a hand, pressing it against the delicate film, resonance buzzing where you touched.

the earth shook beneath your feet, pulling you from your thoughts. just as you moved to step out from behind the stele, zhongli returned, eyes scanning over you for harm before sweeping you close to his chest. he held you tight, warm and protective and between him and the shield you felt as if you could cry. indemnity flowed in your veins, the world falling away, the weighted air keeping you grounded.

“let’s go home, darling.”

you blinked, pulling yourself out of the deep warmth of the jade shield. “what about your oculus?”

“i can fetch it another time.” he pulled away just enough to kiss your temple, keeping his arm around your waist as he led you out of the ruins. “your safety matters more to me than any gem.”

the shield didn’t last you saw the sun, but the sense of shelter long persisted.

[diejager]

Hello! Your works are really great could you please write a Non-Con For Philipp Graves? 🦅 EAGLE SCREECH

Shackled

Pairing: Philip Graves x fem!reader

CW: CONSENSUAL NON-CON, DUB-CON, DARK, SMUT, P in V, creampie, unprotected sex, BDSM, leather cuffs, torture/interrogation, rough sex, soft Graves, kinda aftercare?, tell me if I missed any. WC: 1.6k

You shuddered, the hair on your skin standing high from the cool air of your isolation room. You were strung up by your hands, leather cuffs wrapped snugly around your wrists with the short chain hooked over the claw of a clasp, holding your weight firmly. Two other chains linked the cuffs of your ankle, spreading you open for whoever would walk into the cell. You flushed in shame and embarrassment, naked in the cold cell, tied to the ceiling and spread open by leather and chain shackles. 

You were weak and vulnerable, unable to fight off anyone or anything that’d come in the room and the low temperature made your numb, fingers and toes curling in an attempt to stave off the cold. Squirming would be useless, hips swaying and legs kicking in all ways would make you waste energy, precious energy that could be used to escape your imprisonment when - if - you were free from your restraints. You grumbled, staring at the metal door, eyes burning the hate and anger into the door. 

Sudden, loud steps heading towards your cell had you biting back a flinch, imposing and strong steps made to scare you, to intimidate their captives. You especially, the commander’s prize. Keys jingling, followed by the click of the lock, the door cracked open and you caught a foot breaching the entry of your room. 

“Shaking, ain’t y’a, sweetheart?”

The familiar drawl in his words, the cocky and teasing tone he used in every visit had you wishing he could shut up, but you were more annoyed that he was so pretty. His cobalt, blue eyes framed by luscious lashes and a caramel-like tan to his skin, glistening under the white light of your cell, thick brows and beautiful, light brown hair. Age had only made him prettier, his rough stubble and rugged wrinkles made him look sinfully appealing, and the scar that stretched when he smirked added to his appeal.

Phillip fucking Graves. 

You glared at him, burning into him your shameful anger. He only smiled, closing the door behind to give himself a bit of privacy with a lazy kick. He approached you brazenly, arms crossed over his chest as he admired your nakedness. His eyes wandered over your perky nipples and round breasts, down the valley to your navel and between your open thighs. His eyes narrowed, a lustful gleam when he placed a hand on your inner thigh, his thumb rubbing soothing circles on your freezing skin. 

“Why the frown? I thought we were getting somewhere,” Graves cooed, standing flush against you, hands wandering to feel you up. 

He ground into you as he chuckled, his cock poking at you from the confines of his cargo pants, the harsh cloth chafing your soft folds. His expressions tempted you, coaxing you to lash out, to scream and fight, to bite down on the finger that lingered too closely to your face and to curse him to hell. Against your better judgement, you let him touch you, his warm palm cupping your cheeks. The harsh pads of his calloused digits drew a line under your eye and down to your sneering lips, pressing softly on your lower lip. 

You shuddered from the gentleness of his acts, the almost loving touch with that soothingly calm voice cooing at your current submission. He pushed his thumb into your mouth, the sudden dryness of it had you sucking at his finger, swallowing what little saliva you had left. Your eyes fluttered, taking in the warmth Graves exhumed with a sigh. Your time alone in isolation had you craving warmth and attention, but the nagging part of your brain shook you awake, eyes cracking open and lips pulled back. Your teeth sunk into his finger before he pulled it out with a hiss, waving his hand around to ease the sting off.

“Fuckin’ Christ-” he growled, seeming shocked that you tried to bite him. He frowned at your laugh, the sweet, yet smug sound riling him up. 

He backed away, face flushed angrily, he pulled his hand back and backhanded you, throwing your head aside. You groaned, teeth digging into your lower lip, the force he used left your cheek pulsing, burning with the promise of a bruise. You whipped your head back, spitting at him with a red-tinted liquid. You missed horribly, landing your spit on his shoulder rather than his face. 

He chuckled, launching himself at you and pressing himself to you, his hands grasping at your scarred skin with hard, bruising grips. Your chest swayed, squirming against him to fight him off from undoing his pants. His cock sprung out, the angry, leaky tip slapping his clothed navel. His hardened length stood proudly, drooling from the slit, down the slight curve and the base, where hung heavy balls, engorged and thick. 

“Fucking bitch,” he cursed, forcing himself on you with the vigor and vitriol of a berserker, rutting against your moist pussy lips. “Who’s laughin’ now?”

You jerked, a scream retching out of your throat when you felt his bulbous head bob between your folds, drawing a line of pre up and clit and down your ass. You forgot every thought of taunting your captor, to tire him until he decided to untie you from your hooks and simply cuff your hands to the back of a chair, to be left alone and escape by yourself once Graves was tired of you. You squirmed and fought, feet kicking from their bent position and voice rising to an outraged cry, calling him names that would most likely shame Price. 

He cackled, hands holding your waist still, flush against his hard, throbbing cock that drooled over you. His hips pushed off you, pumping himself with a hand as he led it towards your wet cunt, the slipperiness easing his way in. He groaned, mind numb to your screams and cries, he was solely drawn into the heat that wrapped around him, the tightness and the wetness. 

He pushed in slowly, taking every second to enjoy the sensation until he bottomed out, hips against thighs and balls to your ass. Graves’ only thought were to fuck you and keep you, maybe drug you into a clumsy and submissive doll, but still having that bratty spitfire. He rolled his hips, grinding the tip of his cock against your cervix, pulling out and slamming back in, the head bruising your ring of muscle. 

His chest rumbled with a satisfied hum, ignoring your useless struggle as he fucked you, teeth nipping at your collar, placing red marks on your sweaty skin. Every thrusts had you moaning, body jerking upwards with bouncing tits, your body burned, sweaty and exhausted. Your once cold tenure became boiling hot, the heat from Graves searing its way into you with heavy strokes of his cock. Your toes curled and legs shook, the chains holding you up rippled with the same force as Graves’ strength. 

He drove himself deeply, his angry head bruising your cervix, he groaned and grunted, hung on your cunt’s tenseness, throbbing around him with a pulse, tightening and loosening, close to coming, but never really falling from the edge. He lips trailed a line down to your nipples, lips wrapping around your perky button and sucking, the sound as equally erotic and as disgusting. He sucked as if he was searching for milk, rough and toothy, before he let go with a wet pop. 

“Fuck, you feel amazing,” he slurred, pulling back and slamming in with a loud, dirty squelch. “Gonna come, doll? C’mon, don’t be shy.”

You hated how sensual his voice was, how it called to you and coaxed your body to react in ways that he wanted, that he willed, even against your mind’s wishes. Your back arched, cunt pulsing and clinging onto him, the knot in your navel tightening to an unbearable urge. He grew sloppy, his fast and rough pace slacking in haste but still holding on his deep and rough strokes. He was slow but deep-hitting and rough. You mewled, pleasurable sounds pulled from your throat by Graves, moaning and gasping, seemingly asking - pleading - for more, for it to be harder and faster, rougher, but never uttering a word. 

When he tilted his hip, changing the position, he rubbed against your g-spot, his bulging veins massaging you while his head pounded your crying cervix. It was all it took for the knot in your core to pop, furling outwards as you clamped down on him, milking him for his worth. You came with an embarrassingly loud cry, leaving a white ring around the base of his cock, under the thickest part of him. He groaned, curling into you as he stuttered, bottoming out as deep as he could before he came, spurting ropes of potent cum from his tightened balls, painting you with the marks of your torture, of your mistake that led to a failed mission. It was your sin, one you’d hold onto you for the rest of your miserable life like a visible scar. 

“Fuck, doll,” Graves slid out, his flaccid cock plopping between his soaked thighs. “You all right?”

You hummed, watching him untie your ankles and kneeling to place your feet down before uncurling your wrists. He hissed at the red chafing on your skin, soothing it with kisses and promises of aftercare. He wrapped a blanket around you, holding it over your shoulder for you to grasp, kneeling before you to pick you up, one hand under your knees and the other on your back. 

“You were amazing, sweetheart. Thank you for indulging me.”

You giggled softly, dried lips finding his chiselled jaw with fluttering pecks.

“Anything for you, Phil.”

Taglist: @sae1kie @yeoldedumbslut @tallmanlover @distracteddragoness @vxnilla-hxrddrugs @konigsblog

[chanelnumbermine]

too hot to handle | paul aron x fem!reader

summary: the hot italian summer proves challenging for all the wrong reasons. testing your self-control around paul has never been harder

warnings: none, suggestive content.

having been from estonia, a country forming part of the nordic states, one of the colder places in europe, paul treasured every drop of sunlight a day gifted him. he didn't mind getting sunburnt, never complained about the heat and never missed a chance to tease you about your hatred for the sun. so when he offered you a place on his yacht for a cruise around the mediterranean, you were reluctant to accept. paul was an extremely active person, some would say his energy could rival an eager puppy. always swimming, running around the boat to adjust the course, laughing about something with his friends.

you were complete opposites. when he brimmed with excitement to climb a mountain and watch the sunset from the peak, you dreamed of a lazy evening. when he wanted to explore another island, you were craving ice cream to battle the excruciating temperature. he was sunbathing on the boat deck and you were swimming in the sea. it wasn't about your lack of energy or lack of interest in spending quality time with your best friend. it was quite the contrary.

paul had a certain affinity - or lack thereof - for shirts. being a young man confident in his body his outfits consisted of him wearing swimming trunks or short shorts, exposing his muscular chest and strong arms. even the slightest of moves made his muscles flex and he wasn't shy about showing it off. which was fun for him, but considerably less for you. sure, he was a sight for sore eyes. and you couldn't help but stare.

it was wrong, you kept telling yourself. to look at your best friend and think of tracing the tan lines, moving your nails along his muscles, feeling his warm body tensing underneath your touch. to feel his arms tighten around your frame and inhale the scent of his hair, wet from the salty water. to run your hand through his curls, caressing his face, from his cheekbones, to the swollen pouty lips to his strong veiny neck. and, well, with each passing day it was getting harder to control yourself. whereas paul was getting bored of the usual tasks and was increasingly frustrated with your demeanour. the harder you pushed him away, the harder he pulled. and today was the day he has had enough.

you left breakfast early. dressed up in your favourite bikini and dove into the sea. jumping far into the water, the cold enveloping your body, taking away the burning from your skin and the unnecessary thoughts from your head. you dove deeper, treading the waves until you were out of breath. were you running away? maybe. just for a second. usually nobody bothered to disturb your morning swim, but today a tall figure was standing on the edge of the deck, his body corded and a shadow of a smile lingering on his lips. unbeknownst to you, paul was been following your every move.

he dove into the water and quickly caught up with you. pushing through the waves, he swam under your body and reappeared just in front of you. "hey." he said and put his hands on your shoulders, stopping you in your tracks. you yelped ans tried to push him away, water in your eyes blinking you, the sudden contact unsettling you. his voice did little to calm you, unleashing a bunch of butterflies in your stomach. but his grip proved too strong. you pushed your knee against his chest, hoping to overpower him. he just moved his palms to your lower back and your legs instinctively wrapped around his waist.

your voice died in your throat. "hey." you said weakly, as his eyes bore into your skull. lost in the moment, you failed to notice how close your bodies became. his hands almost on your hips, your lips millimetres away from kissing his forehead. your crotch rubbing against the rubber band of his swimming trunks. his head buried in the valley of your breasts. but he was staring right into your eyes.

"you're not easy to get hold of, you know?" he complained, breathless. you wanted to throw your head back, scream, bury your face in his chest. whatever, as long as you wouldn't have to stare into his puppy eyes. you were glad for the water surrounding you, as he couldn't feel how sweaty your hands were becoming and couldn't hear the blood rushing through your veins. so you just swallowed and smiled awkwardly. "what do you mean?" he moved his right hand to the center, the other one now holding your thigh.

he sighed. "really, now!” a wave trashed on to back, the water dripping on his curls and getting in his face. you chuckled and moved it to the side. he murmured a soft thank you and looked up at you again. "just missed you, that's all" he admitted bashfully, which made you to laugh softly. that was paul's charm. not the flirty demeanour nor the confidence when he drove a car. it was moments when his facade cracked and the he laughed innocently. how you loved that laugh. so you did what you weren't supposed to do. you leaned forward and pressed a kiss onto his forehead.

when you leaned back and saw the shock in his eyes, you panicked. let go of his body and tried to swim away as far as humanly possible. you kicked him softly in the stomach. your cheeks and eyes were burning. the embarrassment being spread through your bloodstream instead of oxygen. god, what the hell was that? you wanted to swim to the bottom of the sea and bury yourself in the sand and never face paul again. you swam with all your might, driven by adrenaline and remaining pride.

the poor blonde barely collected himself, fighting for every breath, struggling to piece together what just happened. and he couldn't. with you out his sight, his hands empty, thoughts rushing through his head. he bit his lip, looking around for the familiar figure. he gasped, finally seeing your head resurfacing meters away. he didn't think twice, he started chasing you again. he was trembling with emotions, his eyes lost. he caught you ankle and wrapped his hands around your frame tightly. you didn't fight back. just laid your head on his shoulder. "im sorry" you whispered.

your breath tickled his neck, he laughed quietly. he tilted his head so it was resting on top of yours. "you scared me, now" paul pressed a small peck into your hair. "can't promise i won't do it again, darling" the nickname made you shiver and you slowly pulled away from him. he pressed his lips together and looked into your eyes, panicked you would get away again. so he did the only thing he could think of looking at your flushed cheeks and watering eyes.

he kissed you. breathless and scared, full of unspoken desires and muted feelings, he kissed you. as if it was the first kiss in his life. this time it was him who pulled away quickly, swallowing his pride and groaning internally. you were shaking. "fuck, im sorry" his voice broke "i don know wha-" he didn't manage to finish the sentence, because your lips crashed into his again. latching onto his lower lip hungrily, your teeth grazing his tongue when he kissed you back, invading your mouth. your hands on the sides of his face, his fingers buried in your hair. your could feel the salt on your tongue, was it the water, your tears? you pulled away when it became hard to breathe.

“i don’t feel sorry at all now”

“neither do i”

[glossysoap]

Glossy. Glossy. Glossy. I need you to know that Gaz loves it when he can tug you under his arms with your head on his chest. He told me himself. But does not let you wear his baseball hat. He says bc it's gross but we all know it's bc he is a little spicious. Loves to kiss. Also love to slow dance with you in the living room. Has your coffee(or tea) order memorized. Would call me a heathen for my monster energy intake. Preferes red bull (fancy asshole)

AHHH 🥺 also re his hat did you mean superstitious or suspicious? it’s 12am so i just wanna make sure i read it right and respond to that part correctly lol 😅

kyle headcanon hours? kyle headcanon hours.

- he loves to watch you sleep, especially in the mornings and you’re still snuggled into his chest. he loves to watch your back rise and fall with each breath and feel the warm little puffs of air against his chest. his hand will caress your bare skin, grazing along your back as he gazes down at you.

- whenever you’re cooking or baking, he loves coming up behind you and wrapping his arms around your middle. nuzzling his head in your neck and breathing in your scent with a pleased hum.

- when you two are watching television (especially movies), he either pulls you to lay your head in his lap or he lays on you with head buried in your chest. regardless, you’re touching each other in some way. most likely cuddling. mmmm

- forehead kisses. forehead kisses galore. he finds any opportunity he can to press a kiss to the crown of your head, his hand skirting along your lower back.

- you two play video games together all the time. among us (you both love ending up as the two imposters working together), minecraft, left 4 dead, stardew valley, baldurs gate. when one of you is playing a single player game, one that’s more complex with a story, the other will watch all entertained 🥺

- speaking of video games, when one of you is playing, the other will cling to them as they wait for them to finish.

- i think if you’re lonely when he’s on deployment, he might adopt a dog for you one day and gift it to you as a surprise 🥺 he’s already got the collar picked out in your favorite color, with a cute dog food bowl and everything 🥺

- flexible, duh, because of his gymnast background/past. i fully believe that you’ll find him doing handstands in the backyard sometime.

- i think he loves showering with you, it doesn’t even have to be sexual. he just loves spending time with you, and something so intimate is even better.

- if you’re married/engaged, he won’t stop staring at your ring as it sits on your finger. when he’s holding your hand, he can’t help but graze the cold metal of your ring with his finger. he also brings your hand to his mouth to press a kiss to your ring finger 🥺

- speaking of rings, when he’s deployed he 100% wears his own ring on a chain around his neck next to his dog tags. it’s as close as it can be to his heart, which means he’s got you next to his heart

©️ glossysoap 2024. please do not steal, copy, plagiarize, translate, or repost any of my works without my permission.

[d1s1ntegrated]

body worship. lets give our fav villain (shigaraki) some body worship

shigaraki genuinely is a beautiful fucking person.

his hands are cut up, hangnails and callouses and rough spots. but that doesn't change the fact that they're soft, with slender fingers. so much experience in those hands, so much guilt to carry.

his silky, slightly tangled hair that smells like smoke and sleep and rain. in any state, it's cute, but when it drapes over his angular face and frames the delicately marbled features, is when it looks best.

his tired sanguine eyes, filled with hurt and grief but still so capable of finding love in little things: his friends, video games, the feeling of being known and accepted. so young and tender still, even after everything he's been put through. fluffy white lashes fluttering as he blinks, slowly and lazily.

his cracked, scarred skin. like splits of sunlight rippling on the ocean, or the texture of a hard-worked painting. he's not gross, or crusty, or a freak. he only ever wanted to be okay. it's still nice to touch. he wants to be touched.

he's only 21. twenty fucking one. he never knew what it meant to be a kid, or a teenager. only a machine, put to work but never to rest.

his strong arms and legs are the result of that work. muscles rippling under the pale skin, a testament to all things godly. you wouldn't be able to tell from the baggy clothing he dons, but he's stronger than you'd know. his shoulders wide and buff, trailing down his chest, torso, to a gentle but strong tummy, abs peeking through his t-shirts.

he isn't scrawny or skinny to any degree.

if anything, he's fucking ripped.

when he stretches, his shirt pulls up, to reveal a deep v-line and the sliiiightest amount of squish on his lower tummy, with a scattering of fluffy pale hair dragging down from his navel to underneath the waistband of his pants. an invitation. a map. a command.

to take in the image of him is to worship something more than god.

his smile is the best part. his teeth aren't perfect, but no one asked them to be. sharp canines, the bottom row uneven, and not pure white- he drinks way too much caffeine for that to be possible. it makes his real smile that much more genuine.

his smile is real when you call him beautiful. when you make note of his flaws and rewrite them as details, like chips in glass.

not to mention his other features. his sharp, angular nose. his thin but delicate lips. scars running deep like hills and valleys, it makes him all the more interesting. how it feels to kiss those lips, feeling how he bites them and peels away at the layers of skin. sometimes, it tastes bloody, but it's only a reminder that he's just as human. he tastes like energy drinks and candy and hunger.

he looks like comets and stars and all things bright, blinding, a painful comparison to how dark he feels.

did you know he has a birthmark on his left shoulder blade? did you know he hates how only one of his toes is crooked? or how badly his fingers hurt from having to only use a few of them? did you know that he cracks every part of his body every morning, that his back constantly aches, that he can't stand the way he sounds when he cries?

he may be a villain, yes. he may be sick and evil in the eyes of society.

but he's still a boy. he's still a man. he's still so much more than what he believed he was doomed to become. he's not perfect, but he is still human.

even in his worst moments he is beautiful, a tragic display of what humanity does to those in need.

tenko shimura, the prettiest boy.

thank u for the request <3 i love tomura so fucking much, and he deserves every ounce of worship.

[hanasnx]

MINORS DNI 18+ WARNINGS: fem reader | drugs, alcohol | mild sexual content, suggestive | calls u a slut | cliffhanger i suppose | been stuck in my drafts since january.

RAFE CAMERON had the house to himself, and he made sure to tell you that too. Something about a family vacation to the Bahamas, and he chose to stay behind. You didn't consider the fact he did it to feel like the king of Figure Eight for a little while until he told you, "The fuck are you wearing, huh? Where's that little number I just bought you? Go put it on. I want you walking around here like a slut."

So you put on the stringiest bikini you've ever seen in your life, and the tallest pumps you've ever worn, swirling whatever drink he poured you in an expensive wine glass. You come out to the balcony to witness him arranging himself a line on the transparent coffee table, and he doesn't notice you there when curls over to snort it. You've seen him do it before, but you note now how experienced he is in it. Briefly, you consider how frequently he does this, and set down your beverage.

"Hey, baby," he greets with an uncharacteristically bright drawl, smiling at you. You're familiar with his exceptional good mood from the rush, tingly energy coursing through his nerves after dousing his brain in pure dopamine. He stands, offering a steadying hand to you in which you take, leading you into him. You brace on his chest, "You look fucking good." he compliments, giving you a quick once-over with a soft growl through his nose, and catches you in a kiss. "C'mere, lemme finish this." He sits, but you stand next to him, watching him as he uses a credit card— no doubt his per diem— while he lives here alone.

He can't keep his eyes off you, glancing up at you, tonguing his parted lips hungrily.

"Baby, fuck." he breathes, reaching around to hook an arm around your hips, arching you into him so he can mouth at your exposed stomach. On instinct, you squeal, cupping his head and tangling your fingers in his silken hair as he tongues sensitive skin. Tracing the lines of your tummy with the tip, he then ends it in a bite, and a sharp swat to your ass. Another growl expels from him in a hum, pressing his lips together.

"Rafe—" you stifle a chuckle, massaging his scalp with the set of nails he bought you.

"C'mere, baby, want you over here." he tells you, holding your hand like a waltz as he directs you over to take your rightful seat on his thigh. At this proximity you can feel his body heat radiate off his face and neck, a light sheen of sweat from the humidity. You're grateful for your lack of clothes, especially because of how he clutches onto you, as if he's subtly feeling out the curves of your body while it's molded to his. An arm strapped behind your back has a hand comfortably resting on the fat of your hip that fans out from sitting, lovingly he squeezes the flesh, and jostles you as he inclines toward your ear, like he's telling you a secret. "Wanna know what I'm thinking about right now?"

Coyly, you bite your lower lip in a grin. Not looking at him just yet as you reply, "What?" And while you speak, a single finger of his reaches out to dip into the line of coke he poured himself earlier, streaking the white powder across the glass as he brings it back to him.

That finger points to the valley of your tits, "Snorting this shit off of you." and makes contact, dusting you with the drug. You watch as he dips his fingertip into his mouth to rub it on the gum of his lower jaw, and then dive in to lick the dot of coke off your skin. You lean back, but he's secured you to his lap, safe to kick your little pumps into the air as you giggle.

"Rafey— Rafe, c'mon," you flirt, but he continues on. An onslaught of sloppy kisses disheveling the straps of your bikini top as he mouths your chest, tugging the practically nonexistent triangles that cover your nips aside. Gathering your bearings, you direct him off, so you can fix your outfit, but when he straightens he manhandles you to pin your back to the couch he's been sitting on. Playfully, you fight him, but he snatches your wrists.

"Hold still." he demands, and you can't help but listen to him. Batting your lashes up at him, he holds that doe-eyed gaze of yours as he fishes a little baggy off the table. You stare at it as he tucks it between the two of you, and he watches your reaction through his slow movements until he tips it and taps the mouth of it with his index to pour a misshapen line across your stomach.

[discoscoob]

ִ ˙ ✩°˖🔥⋆｡˚ DEVIL IN BETWEEN THE SHEETS

CW: dubcon/noncon, monsterfucking, drug use… don’t judge me… 🫣

Your breath is lodged in your throat as you concentrate on keeping still while Kevin inhales the trail of white powder from between the valley of your breasts, right over your hammering heartbeat. Straddling your lower abdomen, his weight traps you against the mattress beneath you. You finally release a shuddering breath when he straightens up, throwing his head back.

“I believe it’s your turn now.” his husky purr is spoken through a wicked grin as he lowers his gaze, fixing his blown pupils upon you with unrestrained euphoria.

He rolls off your abdomen with a burst of energy through his bloodstream, eagerly preparing you a line on the bedside table. You move hesitantly as you follow him, never diverting your focus from his hyper movements.

“I’ve-” his lips are upon yours in a searing kiss, devouring your anxious words before they could be spoken. His hand engulfs your entire skull, securely cradling the back of your head to hold you in place.

“Trust me.” his warm breath fans across your lower lip as he rests his forehead against yours with an affectionate nuzzle. With the hand on the back of your skull, he nudges you towards the line he prepared.

The powder burns through your nostril on the journey to the back of your throat and you scrunch your face at the unfamiliar sensation. The sound of your sniffles echo through the dimly lit room as you rise, rubbing your fingers against the tip of your tingling nose.

Kevin’s overblown eyes glisten with approval as they vigilantly scan over your face, hunting for the tell-tale signs of the drug's effects to kick in.

“That wasn’t so hard, was it?” he coaxes, his hands threading into your hair, his touch ignites thrills through your body, causing goosebumps to rise across your tingling skin. “Do you feel the rush, doll? The pleasure? The clarity? You’re unlocking parts of your mind you never knew existed.”

His voice surrounds you, deep and velvety, seeping into every part of your being and echoing through your mind. The vibrations from the music downstairs ripple through your chest with every beat of your racing pulse. You sink back against the silk covers, feeling them envelop you into their inviting comfort.

Kevin’s scorching hands are upon you, exploring every inch of your sensitive body, your overactive mind making you hyper aware of every grope, pinch and brush of his fingertip against your twitchy nerves.

Everything is heightened, amplified into a kaleidoscope of overwhelming sensations that penetrate and surround your body and sharpen your mind. Kevin’s grunts and growls sound like they belong to a wild beast as he thrust into you, building to a punishing pace in a primal haze to earn both your releases.

Your alert eyes snap open, immediately connecting with a glowing pair of blazing red irises and snarling pearly white fangs inches away from your flushed and sweat glistened face. Upon his head, two mighty raven black horns protrude from his skull with deadly sharp tips and the longer your inflated pupils stare the quicker the colour drains from your face until you’re covering your eyes with your hands like a frightened child.

It’s not real. It’s not real. It’s not real.

Kevin’s savage thrusts are unrelenting as his scorching grasp firmly surrounds your delicate wrists, prizing your hands away from your face and pinning them against the silk sheets above your head. Your eyelids remain locked shut tight, refusing to look at the beast upon you.

“Look at me.” he demands, his tone leaving no room for defiance.

Reluctantly you force your eyes to flutter open, meeting the jet black pools of his darkened glare without any hint of the fiery blaze that pierced straight through you only moments earlier. Above his glistening brow, you search for the mighty horns that grew from his skull, but they’re gone and so are the razor sharp canines.

“It’s just me.” he soothes you, attempting to hush his gruff voice as the overwhelming pleasure builds inside him. Your mind swirls with your approaching release, while images of the ghastly creature linger in the back of your mind.

It was just a hallucination, right?

[asumofwords]

The Sublet - Roommate!AU

Warnings: She/her pronouns, slow burn, angst. Tags will be added as the fic goes along. Daddy kink, creampies, oral, finger fucking, edging, degradation, praise, fluff, spanking, hair pulling, spitting, bratty reader.

Pairings: Modern!Aemond x Reader

Summary: Living with Helaena Targaryen was one of the best decisions you had ever made. Meeting at university, the two of you became thick as thieves and quickly best friends, moving into a flat together. But what will happen when Helaena has to leave, and her quiet, brooding, brother moves in?

Notes: Hello angels, hehe sorry for the quiet, I have been so tired lately and have had not a lot of energy to write, but I hope you like this ! Anyyyyyway, ENJOY! <3

Chapter 10: Shifting and Changing

Warmth enveloped you as rose steadily from your sleep. A large arm was slung over your waist as a thumb brushed back and forth softly against your skin. You could feel the heat of his body at your back, your own tucked tightly against his chest, legs tangled together.

You blinked wearily in the early morning light that filled the room, feeling Aemond shift behind you, now aware that you were awake. Lips pressed against your shoulder, then your neck, then the spot below your ear, tingles shooting down your spine. 

Shifting, you rolled over to face him, looking up at the silver haired man who had stayed the night in your sheets, hand still over your waist, sliding down to settle over the curve of your naked hip, thumb resuming its mindless stroking. 

His hair was trapped beneath his head and pillow, unbrushed and messed, a small lock curving over his forehead and cheek as it slid lower whilst he looked at you with a half hooded eye. Aemond didn’t look tired, but instead well rested, no dark rings beneath his eyes, seeing and unseeing.

His lips pulled into a shy smile at you. “Morning.” He hummed, voice thick with sleep.

You couldn’t help the smile that slid on your own lips, “Morning.” You greeted back, “Did you sleep?”

Aemond hummed in agreement, thumb pressing into your hip as you stifled a yawn. The light of the sun streamed through gaps in your curtains, and the warmth of the rays made Aemond’s eye brighter.

“No run this morning?” You probed, hoping it wouldn’t remind him that he had broken his schedule. 

He shook his head in a soft no, pulling you closer, “Not today.”

You could feel his hardening length against your hip, and heat settled into your gut, heart beating steadily in your chest.

“But what about your cardio?” You teased, hand pressed against his chest above his heart in mock concern.

Aemond pushed his tongue into his cheek, hiding away a smirk.

“Guess you’ll have to make up for it then, won’t you?”

Large hands flipped you beneath him, small squeal springing from your lips as you giggled, Aemond’s head dipping to nip and kiss at your neck, your back arching to give him access.

He kissed down your body, spending ample time to nip and suck at your breasts, blowing cool and teasing air at your stiffened peaks. You whined and squirmed beneath him, feeling wetness gather between your thighs, his length throbbing against your leg. 

But he continued downward, not canting his hips forward to slide through your folds, kissing down the valley of your breasts, the sensitive sides of your stomach, before ripping the apparently offensive bedsheets away from him to expose your body to the room. 

A sudden shyness struck through you, and you moved to close your legs, feeling exposed and anxious. Aemond flicked his eye up to you and pressed a sweet kiss to your hip bone, smoothing a hand against your thigh as you looked down at him settling on the bed.

“Relax,” He cooed at you sweetly, pressing a kiss to your opposite hip, “Let me take care of you.”

Your pulse quickened as you watched him lean forward to press his lips, eye still on your face, at the junction of your thigh, a teasing whisper of a kiss that he then repeated on the other side. 

Aemond spread his hands over you to keep your hips from thrusting upwards, hair falling over his face. In a split second decision, you tucked an unruly lock behind his ear, nail scraping behind it and down his neck as you looked at him. 

You could have sworn you saw a blush creep on his cheeks, and there was no denying the heavy breath that puffed over your mound from the action. 

Leaning forward he pressed a lingering kiss to your pearl, pleasure seeping up inside of you. He did it again, then again, eye on you, before it slid shut and the pink of his tongue moved to part your folds.

“Taste so good.” He moaned into your folds.

A heady sigh fell from your lips as the tip of his tongue curled against your clit, a low hum emanating from his chest, sending vibrations up your core. He fell into a slow rhythm, licking and suckling at your core whilst pleasure wound inside of you quickly, his tongue skilled and precise, yet lazy enough to draw it out in the early light of the morning. 

It was clear he wanted to take his time with you, and take his time with you he did. Moving slowly and sweetly until you were bucking your hips up at him, desperate to finally fall over your peak. 

“Please.” You begged quietly, watching as Aemond lifted his head from your centre, plump lips wet with your arousal.

His tongue darted out to lick his bottom lip, “Please what?”

You whined desperately, lifting your hips in show of what you want, feeling heat spread across your cheeks. 

“Use your words, baby.”

Your core clenched looking down at him as you saw how his pupil was blown wide with lust, and nearly swallowed the colour of his iris. How he laid so comfortably between your thighs, soft blush on his cheeks from arousal. How his lips were reddened from use, and how the corner twitched as he saw you flush.

“Please let me cum.” You whimpered softly, head tilting back as you screwed your eyes shut in embarrassment. 

How he turned you into a puddle with no effort at all was a testament to how good he made you feel.

“Good girl.” Aemond praised you sweetly, taking a hand from your thigh, long fingers rubbing up and down through your folds, tips catching on your entrance. 

Your heart raced as you waited in anticipation, trying, and failing, to keep your hips still for him. Two long digits slid inside of you and instantly curled upwards, pressing into the rough patch within. 

You mewled loudly, back arching off the bed, to which Aemond shushed you gently, blowing cool air on your sensitive bud teasingly before pressing a tender kiss on top. He dragged his fingers forward slowly, then back, in a come hither movement inside, pressure going upwards. 

You knew that if he wanted to, he could bring you to your peak like that on its own, but Aemond didn’t want to just use his fingers, he wanted to make you fall apart on his mouth, and thus he started to lick and suckle at your clit once more, fingers moving in tandem.

The coil in your gut that had been steadily tightening became tighter, your core clenching around his fingers, causing him to speed up his actions. 

He knew you were close. 

“You gonna cum for me?” He breathed against you, fingers not stopping.

You looked down at him and nodded in a rush, pulling your bottom lip into your mouth roughly to bite. 

“Good girl. Want you to cum for me, okay?”

“Please.”

You were so close, so so close to the edge, and all it took was for him to draw your pearl into his mouth, teeth grazing it softly as he sucked. 

The coil snapped and you came with a whine, back arching off of the bed as his hand and mouth fucked you through your release, prolonging it for as long as possible whilst you floated through ecstasy.

Aemond slid his fingers from you, whimper from overstimulation bursting from your lips as you writhed beneath him, his plump lips pressing soothing kisses against your core as he looked up, panting on the bed, heart strumming in your chest.

You watched as he sucked his fingers into his mouth, licking them clean with a hum, eye sliding shut. A strum of arousal raced through you at the sight, and your core clenched around nothing. 

Gods he was beautiful.

Aemond crawled back up your body, encouraged by your grabbing hands as you hauled him up to you, kissing him sensually in thanks but also laced with satiated fatigue. He settled into bed beside you, head held up by a propped elbow, soothing hand running over your hip and stomach. 

You hummed, looking up at him as he smiled sweetly, yet almost smugly at you. 

You smiled back, and felt the twitch of his hardened cock at your hip. You slid your hand down to grasp him softly, rolling your hand up and down his length languidly, taking your time like he had done with you. 

His eye slid shut, and soon you pulled him atop you, settling him between your thighs. 

Aemond came within you after the both of you took your time, quiet kisses, soft slapping of hips, grunts, whines and moans falling from the two of you. And by the time you were done, you were both laying sticky in your sheets, chests rising and falling from exertion. 

“No need for a run now I guess.” You cheeked, turning your head so that you could smirk at him. 

Aemond huffed a laugh, “Shut up.”

You both dissolved into tired giggles, the warmth from each others bodies and the highs of your releases casting a soporific effect over the two of you. And so, the both of you laid in bed for a while longer, content to bask in comfortable silence until Aemond encouraged you to use the loo, and he parted ways to make his morning coffee, and a mug of tea for you.

You drank your tea with Aemond at the dining table, chairs pulled close together as you leant against him, happy to sit in the quiet once more with him. He had pressed kisses to the top of your head as he read your selected poems of Emily Dickinson.

The day dissolved much the same, reading, small chatter, and endless rounds of Aemond driving his length inside of you or diving his head between your thighs. By the end of the day your core ached, and you had to beg him with giggly giddiness for a break. 

It was nice to see him like this. Relaxed, comfortable. 

Happy. 

It wasn’t something you had seen yet, and each time that he smiled, or huffed a laugh, your heart would race and warmth would bloom in your chest. And as the day got longer and moved into night, there was a nagging little voice in the back of your head to 'turn back now’. That you were in too deep, that you needed to leave whilst you can before you got burnt. 

But that little voice was a product of fear and hurt from Jason, and the beginnings of whatever this was between you and Aemond. And so with a steadying breath, you pushed that anxiety away, settling to enjoy his company.

Aemond made you dinner that night, and you watched him cook, leant against the bench as you listened to his music, intermittently queueing your own. You would make teasing comments about his taste, especially when more than one Deftones song had come on, and he had done the same for you, rolling his eye when yet another Lana song would come on. But he never skipped it, and you swore that once you had even seen his mouth move almost imperceptibly over the lyrics.

“Of course Emily and Susan were dating.” You said incredulously, watching as Aemond twirled another length of pasta around his fork, eye on you. 

He lifted a brow at you, “And what makes you say that?” He brought the pasta to his open mouth and watched as irritation rolled through you in amusement. 

Your brows pulled together in frustration, “Dickinson wrote multiple times of their shared love! 'When love first began, on the step at the front door, and under the Evergreens.’ How is that not an indication of a love affair?”

Aemond’s jaw ticked, tongue in cheek as he swallowed his pasta, watching as you stabbed your own with your fork, shovelling it into your mouth as you waited for him to reply. 

“I just don’t see it.” He argued, mischief glinting in his eye. 

You didn’t know whether you wanted to kiss him or scream at him.

“What do you mean you can’t see it? What is there not to see? What of when she wrote ‘I need her — I must have her, Oh give her to me!’ Who would say that about a friend?”

“I’m sure plenty of people have written of their friends in such a way.”

“You are knowingly denying a blinding truth!”

A smirk wound wide on his lips, “Blinding, hey?” You blushed, suddenly feeling terrible for using such wording around him, but if Aemond was offended, he didn’t show it, and instead moved on to continue teasing you, "’To own a Susan of my own, is of itself a Bliss, whatever Realm I forfeit, Lord, continue me in this.’” He recited perfectly to a T, watching as your frown deepened.

He was playing with you.

“Do you purposely provoke me?” You growled, cheeks feeling hot as annoyance spread in your chest.

Another smirk, “Only when you look so sweet when flustered.” He mused, twirling pasta up his fork again, watching as your mouth gaped open, unsure of how to move forward. 

“You’re such a dick.” You grumped, standing to take your bowl to the kitchen. You felt Aemond’s heated gaze on your back the entire time. 

“What did you say?” His voice called out, lower, deeper, grating.

Your hair stood on end, goosebumps erupting over you as you dumped your bowl and fork into the dishwasher, before you turned back to the dining room. 

“I said,” You breathed, crossing the room, feeling all too frustrated to not follow through, looking down at him with conviction, “That you’re a dick.”

Aemond’s jaw ticked as he looked up at you, hand twitching on the table, legs spread out widely taking up space, and if you weren’t irritated with his ability to set off your temper so easily, you would have jumped into his lap.

He clicked his tongue at you, “Say that again.”

A little jolt of fear wound its way up your spine.

But the desire to piss him off was stronger. 

“You’re,” You empathised loudly, pronouncing each syllable as clearly as you could, “A di-“

The words were snatched from your chest as a large hand grabbed your arm and tugged you down onto the table, his tall, lithe figure standing from his chair. You lost your balance, his strength pulling you to bend down over the tables edge, his body suddenly folding over yours as he breathed in your ear.

“Get off me.” You grunted, trying to wriggle away from him, ass rubbing against the front of his pants, his cock hardening beneath.

“Don’t think so, princess. You want to finish what you were saying?”

You paused, heart racing in your chest with your cheek pressed against the wood, “No.” You snapped brattily, trying to push yourself up, to find his hand square on your back. 

Aemond tutted at you from behind, one hand sliding up the back of your thigh and over your ass. He gripped the sleep shorts you were wearing and tugged them down, a small gasp jerked from your lips.

His hand moved back, rubbing the skin, “That wasn’t very nice of you was it? Hm?” 

You frowned at him from below, side of your face pressed into the table.

“What? Gone quiet now? Come on, what did you call me?”

You swallowed thickly, feeling desire settle straight to your core at the way he spoke to you, his voice low and husky with arousal. 

His hand lifted suddenly, and crashed down against your flesh, a sharp cry tumbling forth as pain spread through your cheek. He soothed the globe of your ass with his hand, signet ring cold against the hot flesh.

“Come on, say it with your chest.”

His hand struck down on your ass again, heat spreading across it painfully, core clenching around nothing. 

You shook your head defiantly, not wanting to give in just yet. 

“Suit yourself.” He purred by your ear before standing to his full height, hand casting down against you, again, and again, small cries and whines coming from below as you writhed on the table, the hard of the wood pressed against your breasts and hipbones.

The pain was addictive, warmth spreading through your entire body, and soon your cries and whimpers turned to desperate moans and whines, hips tilting backwards towards him, the cool air of the room making the slick on your thighs cold on your flesh.

Aemond hissed from behind, hand dragging down away from the welted flesh of your ass, down between your cheeks and straight to your folds. He dragged a long finger through them, swiping up your arousal as he tutted you.

“Look at you. So fucking wet for me.”

You melted, hiding your face into the table in embarrassment.

A hand gripped your hair tightly and twisted your head to the side, a hooded singular eye peering down at you, “Don’t hide. Open.” 

You pressed your lips together in a final act of defiance, staring at him with heat in your gaze. 

Aemond laughed meanly, lifting his finger to his lips to suck.

“Mmm,” His eye slid shut, “So sweet.” He licked his lips, hand moving back between your folds to swipe up more of your slick, bringing it up towards your face again.

“Open.” His tone was sharper, authority dripping from his tongue. 

Your lips parted and you opened your mouth for him, but instead of placing his finger upon your tongue, he took it back to his, sucking on it lewdly before he leant forward and spat into your open mouth.

“Swallow.”

Your lips closed, and your eyes slid shut, small needy whimper rumbling in the back of your throat as you swallowed, the faint taste of your arousal on your tongue.

“Let’s try this again.” He whispered to you, hand tightening in your hair, “Are you going to apologise to daddy for what you said?”

You shook your head.

No.

Aemond adjusted his jaw, standing to his full height, hand pulling your head back as he came behind you, before thrusting his fingers into your folds roughly. You cried out loudly into the quiet of the dining room as he set a quick and brutal pace, thrusting in and out of your heat without mercy.

“Beg.” He drawled from behind, the sound of your wet loud between you.

“Ah!” A particularly hard thrust sent sparks coursing up your body.

“Beg like a good little slut.”

You were close.

So close.

Coil winding tighter and tighter, your walls fluttering around his fingers, pleasure blooming within your gut.

Almost th-

Aemond ripped his fingers out of you, preventing you from reaching your peak. You whined, chest pressed against the wood, disappointment and frustrating rising inside of you.

You squirmed, trying to chase his hands.

He laughed meanly behind you, “Did you want something?”

A high pitch curse was cast towards him, and Aemond only laughed harder, dragging those fingers up through your folds again before pushing back inside of you. He set the pace quickly again, the coil inside winding tighter, and tighter, getting so close again.

“You close?” He purred into your ear. 

You nodded your head, mind hazy and limbs feeling like they were beginning to float. 

Aemond pulled his hand away again, and a sob fell from your lips.

“Too bad.” He snickered, watching as you rubbed your thighs together, desperate to alleviate the ache between them. “Come on baby, be a good girl for daddy.” His fingers pressed against your slick and swollen clit, slowly rubbing a circle into it, “Are you sorry?”

“Ngh.” A broken sob came from your chest, hand flying blindly behind you to try and grab and pull him closer to you. 

Aemond slapped your hand away carelessly, pressing his fingers almost painfully against your clit.

“Come on baby, be a good girl for daddy and I’ll let you cum.”

Tears gathered in your eyes in frustration as you panted, squeezing your eyes shut.

“Please.” You begged, “Please.”

“Please what, baby? Come on, you’re a smart girl. Use that brain of yours. Or are you all dumb now?”

You turned your head to look at him, pleading him with your eyes. 

“You all dumb, baby? I’ve barely touched you.” He mocked and it went straight to your core.

“Please. Please let me cum.” You begged, spreading your legs wider, hips tilted towards him, his finger sliding down to your entrance, tracing a teasing circle around it, never quite dipping inside. 

“Use your words.”

“I’m sorry.” You acquiesced, “Please let me cum. Please daddy.” Too desperate to care, needing to reach your peak.

Aemond finger pressed inside of you finally, curling downwards to brush against the spongey spot within, thumb pressing against your pearl. The coil began to wind again as Aemond moved back to his brutal pace, the wet sound of your slick behind you.

If you weren’t so desperate to cum, you would have blushed.

“There you go, baby. That wasn’t so hard, huh?”

A shattered whine fell from your lips as you felt your peak wash over you, Aemond fucking his hand inside of you faster than before to draw out your pleasure. You floated through cloud nine, limbs tingling and mind numb.

You slumped against the table, feeling his fingers drag out of you and the rustling of clothes behind. 

Aemond didn’t give you a chance to catch your breath before he was thrusting into you from behind, his hips clapping against your ass, the table jutting against the floor as each thrust had your toes barely touching the floor. 

Each snap of his hips pushed the air out of your lungs in squeaks or cries, pleasure too much for your mind to handle as you slumped against the table, barely there, just a body for him to fuck. 

“You cock dumb already, baby?” He teased watching as you sighed dreamily as he drilled into your cunt, “Fuck. Such a pretty dumb little baby, aren’t you?”

You nodded your head, happiness swirling in your chest as you felt the coil inside of you begin to wind again.

“So fucking tight for daddy.” Aemond hissed, accentuating each word with a thrust, your walls gripping him tightly, "You gonna cum again, baby? Can feel you squeezing me.”

You hummed at him, his hand wrenching your head up by your hair as he rutted into you, tip of his cock brushing against your cervix with every thrust, his girth stretching you wide open on his shaft.

The sound of him plowing into your wet folds was loud in your ears, and Aemond huffed a small laugh by the side of your face.

“So fucking wet for me, aren’t you? Listen to that pretty little pussy. Such a dirty, bratty lil slut, aren’t you?” He breathed, his thrusts beginning to become erratic as he neared his release, “You gonna cum on daddy’s cock again?”

“Yes daddy. Pl-ease.” You babbled, eyes rolling in the back of your skull as he drilled into you.

Aemond grunted, dropping your head back against the table, both hands coming to grab your hips, fingers digging into your flesh as he fucked into you faster and harder, “Cum for me then. Come on, be a good little girl for daddy and cum on my cock.”

His words went straight to your core, the coil snapping, and with a long and broken whine you came beneath him, mind going blank as pleasure rolled through you hotly, shooting up through your limbs as your walls gripped him tightly. 

You don’t remember much after that, only that Aemond had brought you down from the clouds you were in softly, taking you to shower with him and helping to do your skin care routine, eventually tucking you into bed with him as he held you, where the both of you fell asleep in each others embrace.

The next week you were inseparable, bar your time at work. 

Aemond could not take his hands off of you, taking you whenever and wherever he could. 

The dining table, wood creaking beneath your weight. Or upon one of the chairs, riding him as he fucked up into you.

In the kitchen against the bench, or once, with your body half out the window in the last dregs of daylight, where anyone who dared to look up had the possibility to see. 

On the couch. 

In your room.

You even showered together, which always started off as a non sexual, strictly business ordeal, and always ended with him pressing you against the shower wall and fucking you breathless, leaving you to wash yourselves down once more. 

And there was no denying anything anymore.

No denying the shift.

The draw to him.

No denying the connection the two of you had.

Or the electricity that sparked between you.

There was a change between the two of you, something that had been given the space to bloom, growing steadily with each moment, leaving him giving you lingering glances, and you casting longing looks towards him when neither were looking. 

Each night he slept in bed with you, and each night he fucked you into a stupor. And every time after would dissolve into giggles and smiles and the soft hum of content.

Each day was new.

Each day was fresh.

Each day a brick was steadily taken down from the wall he had built around himself.

And each day you felt yourself growing dangerously close to falling in love with Aemond Targaryen.

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Pledge Allegiance

Prince! Loki x female reader

18+ | contains a little smut

“There’s a guest here for you, your majesty.” Your messenger spoke, averting his gaze as he entered the room.

“Who is this guest?” You questioned, glancing at him.

“He said he’s a prince, should I tell him to wait in the—” he began before you interrupted him.

“Send him in.” You instructed.

“You want me to send him in? Now?” He asked incredulously.

“I don’t take kindly to repeating myself.” You answered evenly.

“Yes your majesty, sorrows.” He apologised before turning around and leaving.

You turned back towards the court painter, the silence resuming as he continued to paint you before you heard the door opening.

“Hello silvertongue.” You welcomed coyly as Loki stepped inside. His gaze darkened a shade as he took you in, laying sideways on the chaise lounge, nude, a thin layer of silk draped across your lower body shielding your modesty as you looked up at him.

“Y/n.” He greeted fondly, gaze meeting yours again as he stepped towards you before crouching down and taking your hand. “My queen.” He added, kissing the back of your hand before lowering it. You nodded chastely in reply as he stood again.

“And pray tell, how may I help you?” You queried.

“I’d prefer to speak in the absence of doting ears.” He answered, clearly gesturing to the other person in the room.

“Well you heard the man, he’s a prince” you turned to the court painter “make haste.” You ordered, flicking your wrist before the man scampered out. Turning back towards Loki, you picked up the grapes that were propped up in front of you. “Loki, would you like a grape?” You offered with a smile as you ate one. “I tend to grow quite peckish myself when posing for portraits” you spoke, eating another “and then these are just here, teasing me.” You snorted. Lifting one of your fingers, you gestured Loki closer before grabbing another grape with your free hand. Instead of crouching, Loki knelt in front of you as you fed him the grape with a wide smile on your face.

“How succulent” he complimented, looking deeply into your eyes once he finished the grape “a refreshing burst of sweetness.” He grinned.

“Now, away from flibbertigibbets, tell me what’s so important that you mustered up the dark energy needed to come here, surely it wasn’t just to pay me a visit.” You insisted.

“Can I not just simply visit you?” He answered bashfully.

“No.” You smiled as Loki stood up again.

“What’s so far-fetched about me coming here and paying a visit to the queen of a realm once promised to me?” Loki shot back, seemingly walking towards your unfinished portrait.

“What do you want?” You asked, smile falling.

“I remember when it used to only be me who painted you undraped, I was the only one you’d let see you so unclad” Loki reminisced as he looked at the painting “but I must admit, your court painter has done a splendid job at capturing your beauty y/n.”

“I could get him to paint you next, I’m sure he’ll be able to capture those sleepless nights under your eyes.” You snapped, sitting up as you pulled a silk robe around you.

“And she bites.” Loki smirked, turning towards you.

“Oh, I can do a lot more than just bite.” You answered, narrowing your gaze.

“Yes” he agreed “I seem to recall many of those sleepless nights were spent with you.”

“What do you want Loki?” You asked, looking up at him. Walking towards you, Loki stood in front of you, raising his hand to caress your cheek as he looked down into your eyes. Wordlessly, his thumb found your lips, circling them before he dragged his thumb down, your lips moving in the process before they were released, his thumb travelling lower. It ventured between the valley of your breasts and lower as Loki knelt back onto the floor.

“I find this more appropriate, a queen shouldn’t look up at a prince, especially not in her own realm.” He finally broke the silence.

“Even in a realm you insist you gifted me.” You spat.

“I did gift it to you.”

“I bested you.” You insisted.

“Did you?” He questioned, kissing one of your knees, lips travelling up your legs. Using one of his hands, Loki pushed them apart as he kissed your inner thighs. “Or did I let you win?”

Before you could even answer, your hands had curled into fists, fists that bored into the chaise lounge below you as you arched your back towards Loki, his name escaping your lips in a lewd moan. You moved further to the edge as Loki’s tongue ravished through your folds before his lips wrapped around your clit. One of your hands found the back of his head, fingers working through the knots in his hair as he suckled against your clit leaving you thoroughly pleasured.

“We are at war y/n.” He spoke between licks, not even lifting his head to speak.

“W-war?” You questioned, head thrown back with your eyes closed.

“Yes, a very real, a very merciless war.” He stated, lips smoothing over your clit as he spoke.

“And what can I do?” You asked, looking down at him. Without answering, Loki engulfed the bundle of nerves with his mouth again, making you moan out loud.

“There are two things” he began before you nodded “first, you could finish” he grinned, glancing up at you “refresh me with another burst of sweetness.”

“Loki” you sighed with rapture as he alternated between licking and sucking your clit. You could feel the pleasure swelling in your abdomen as he continued his victimless torture before your delight gushed out of you. Loki continued, slowly licking you until you pushed him away. Sitting back against the chaise, you tried to compose yourself as Loki stood. You closed your legs as you looked at him, wiping his face.

“And now I’m looking up at you again.” You noted.

“Secondly, I need your allegiance.” Loki answered seriously.

“My allegiance?”

“Yes.” He nodded.

“Was it not you who cursed me to an eternity by your side?”

“I simply saved your life.” He shrugged.

“Exactly, you saved my life. There’s no war where I fight against you Loki.” You assured as he crouched down again.

“Do you promise?”

“I promise” you nodded “do you want me to swear on it like when we were children?” You chuckled.

“Your word is enough.” He smiled, kissing the corner of your mouth. Turning your head, you captured Loki’s lips in a proper kiss, an uncouth one. It didn’t take long for him to join you on the chaise lounge, below you, holding you down against him as he lifted his hips, fucking up into you.

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Just Teasing

You decide to tease Konig only for it to back fire 😩

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cw: sexual theme, car sex, vaginal sex, spanking, public teasing , major degrading

A leave of absence was something that you need, well you and König despite all you both have been through in countless warzones and near-death experiences that led you up to this moment of peace.

you and König drive through his hometown, hands intertwined with each other as you both drive through the streets of  Austria, the city was made up of cobblestone from their houses to the streets it was very beautiful and unique, Vendors selling their products to the people who passed by kids playing on the streets of cobblestone with each other.

you both arrived to the cafe and took a seat the weather was beautiful and the food was great but you weren't satisfied, you made a split-second decision and toed your show off before leaning forward to take another bite of your food while running your foot up his leg.

You leaned back against the seat and let your foot touch his crotch. He noticeably stiffened and looked around before shoving your foot away, you merely trailed it back up pressing harder on the now-growing bulge in his pants.

He breathed heavily through his mask and leaned over the table to you muttering "You're going to pay for this later der Liebling" his German accent sounding slightly less stoic than normal as you continued to brush against his bulge and occasionally press on it making him breathe heavier.

Finally, you'd finished eating and Konig grabbed your arm dragging you towards the car before shoving you inside and slamming the door behind him, to your surprise he didn't say anything just started driving as fast as he could to wherever it was you were heading because it certainly wasn't your house,

you looked out the window nerves pooling in the pit of your stomach, feeling almost excited that he was going to get you back for all the teasing. He suddenly made a sharp turn into an alleyway before climbing into the backseat and beckoning for you to do the same all while staying silent.

He shoved you into the seat next to him and finally spoke "You are very naughty aren't you?" You shook your head rapidly "Don't lie me, Schatz." Konig grabbed your chin and forced you to look into his eyes, "Now tell me the truth what did you do you dumb slut" You felt yourself grow wet as he growled I the words whimpering slightly at his tight grip you spoke

"I..I touched you without permission "You lowered your eyes but he gripped your chin tighter and forced you to look at him again Butt that's not all is it?" His voice was a deep growl his German accent making it sound way sexier to your ears "Oh? Not going to own up to it? Then I'll just have to remind you" he grabbed you dragging your body across his lap "You touched me in public little slut" one slap across your ass "where anyone could see what a Hure you are" Two slaps "I bet you like that huh? The thought that anyone could see you being such a slut"Att the third slap you couldn't hold it in any longer and choked out a cry "oooh bad slut mein Mädchen.

You're going to stay quiet and take it, after al,l you caused this" Fourth slap, your hand was covering your mouth so as not to cry out Ah ah ah that's cheating" Konig removed the hand from your mouth pinning them behind you with one hand while he delivered another slap to your ass. You couldn't take it anymore and moaned "I'm sorry! I'm sorry! Please just fuck me already no more slapping! Please no more!"

He dragged you to a sitting position a hand around your waist and one caressing down the valley of your breasts "what do you want then slut? Use your words" his hand went up to your throat and tightened around it quickening your breathing, moaning you managed to say Pleasee fuck me! Please" you gasped out another moan as his grip around your throat tightened Master~"

The energy in the car changed Konig's eyes filling with hunger and lust through the mask, you unceremoniously flipped around so your face was on seat and ass up "Since you asked so nicely Schatz~" he practically purred, dragging his fingers over your clothed clit making you whimper "but since you were so naughty earlier I'm going to take you here against this window so that if anyone looked in they'd see you, I bet you'd like that wouldn't you slut" he grabbed your throat shoving your face against the glass, but carefully enough to not hurt you badly,

you rubbed your legs together desperate for some friction moaning at the things he described to you. One hand stayed on your throat and the other slapped your ass Stay still whore" his voice stern, making you desperate whining "Please master, please I don't care who sees I just need you! I need you to fuck me please" he caressed your thighs before flipping your skirt up and grazing a finger over your clit, the sensation made you flinch before pressing yourself back onto his finger desperately

"so needy Liebling" he pushed a finger further towards your hole pants still covering it, you moaned and wiggled your hips desperate for more, he pushed your face further into the window as he pulled your panties aside and rubbed circles on your bare clit with his fingers as his other hand still around your throat slightly leaving his hand marks claiming you as his.

Konig lifted his mask a bit to where his lips showed and leaned forward and kisses and hickeys down your neck where he could reach while his finger slid inside you all at once causing you to gasp out a moan of surprise, Konig wasted no time rapidly moving his finger inside of you curling it to hit the spot that made you throw your head back in delight, his hand slamming it back against the glass as he added another finger moving just as fast,

causing your mouth to hang open in a series of moans and begs for more. In no time a third finger was added scisoring you and hitting all the right spots causing you pleas to become more desperate as your orgasm approached you he stopped and pulled his fingers out "No no I was so close! Please master let me cum please" Konig just chuckled undoing his belt clasp and pulling his jeans down before flipping you round

"you don't get to cum. Not yet, and girls like you don't get treats like that without eating it"

he gestured to his bulge which was covered by only his boxers and looked at you expectantly. Desperate to cum you leaned forward and pulled them down with your teeth so his dick sprung up and hit his abdomen, you had forgotten how big it was and just sat there for a moment mouth watering at the thought that it would be inside you later.

Your head was shoved closer to his dick as he glared at you slightly "Stop staring and hurry up if you want me to let you cum at all" At that, you wasted no time in licking around the head before sliding your mouth down it hitting the back of your throat making you gag, you were right it didn't all fit so the bits that you couldn't fit in your mouth you used your hands for.

Konig groaned before grabbing your hair rapidly face fucking you making you drool and your throat burn. He grunted a few more times before cumming down your throat not pulling away until he was done "Swallow" he ordered and you quickly swallowed it all as he pulled away from your mouth, you gasped in air opening your mouth and showing him you'd swallowed it all,

he flipped you over so you were on all fours face back against the window "being such a good girl now, aren't you, I suppose good girls get rewards" he used the slick gathering around your clit to further lube himself up before teasing your hole rubbing his dick against it "tell me what you want you whore" you whimpered desperately "i want you to fuck me hard and fill me with your cum till I can't walk! Please master I'll do anything just please"

Konig's dick twitched and he groaned before slamming into you hard, making you gasp at the pain and pleasure "oh god" you moaned out as he slammed into you setting a punishing pace one hand going back to your throat and the other holding your hips in place as he thrust harder and harder "ahh master please more more" you begged as he upped the pace "such a little slut for me, you're my slut, just for me" you moaned louder as his hand tightened and he hit your g-spot "OH GOD YES RIGHT THERE MASTER PLEASE" your walls tightened around him causing him to grunt and let out low moans, making sure to hit that spot ever time making your head fall back into his hand mouth agape and your brain fuzzy just wanting more, more, more.

Incoherent noises escaped your mouth as you moaned and begged barley making sence. Your walls tightening even more was the only sign that you were going to cum, as you tightened his thrusts got sloppier and not as timed as he neared his release. You threw your head back in ecstasy walls squeezing his dick as you came. The sensation of you cumming sent him over the edge as after a few more thrusts he came the feeling flooding inside of you.

Konig pulled out with a loud squelching sound and some of his cum started to dribble down your leg making you whimper at the feeling, he made a noise of pity and gently pushed the cum back inside with his fingers before grabbing a plug and putting it inside you making you feel full and sleepy "shh it's okay baby you did so well" Konig climbed into the front seat not bothering to clean up the back of the car as he strapped you into the passenger seat "well be home soon, and then you can get some rest okay?" You murmured out a yes as he placed a kiss on your forehead driving back to their house as you drifted off to sleep.

[leahrintarou]

🎃 SUNA RINTAROU - SOMNOPHILIA

Warnings: somnophilia ofc, cunnilingus, fem reader, afab reader, soft!dom suna, mention of tatas lol Word Count: 1.2k

"i'll be right back. don't fall asleep" suna says, giving y/n another sloppy kiss to the warm skin of her nape. they'd just taken a shower together and as the water wasn't the only thing heating the atmosphere, y/n insisted that they'd continue their activities outside of the shower. she'd been on her feet all day and wasn't even sure if she could manage to stand up for another minute.

cutting their shower short, y/n and suna made their way back to his bedroom and when he realized that he'd forgotten to get a towel (mainly for y/n), he groaned internally. quickly making his way to the hallway's closet in which stored his array of freshly washed linnen bath towels, suna pulled one from its folded place on the shelf before making his way back to y/n.

to his dismay, she'd already fallen asleep in the blink of an eye. with a grunt of frustration, he decided to ignore his own problem (for now atleast), and pulled the towel over y/n's body as she moved limply in the comfort of the soft fabric. he wasn't upset over the fact. afterall, y/n said countless of times that she was drained for the day and he understood that. suna being suna though, tried to push his luck and sneak in a quick session of pleasure with his girlfriend but unfortunately, that plan failed before it was even set into stone.

he contemplated in whether or not he should take care of his problem on his own, but he was one with holding out for long periods of time which is why y/n never went to bed lacking of any needs what so ever. with that information, he sighed to himself, rolling his eyes before deciding on throwing on some briefs and a t-shirt and laying on top of the plush of his bed. y/n let out a small sound of annoyance at the fidgeting and suna took a glance at the sight next to him.

the towel was barely doing any justice of covering her body and suna wanted to look away. He wanted to not worsen his problem, but he just couldn't. The rising and fall of her chest slowly but surely making the towel slide just below her necklaces pendant and just above the valley of her breast. The ache that settled between his thighs and the peaceful state of y/n made him come to what felt like the biggest crossroad of his life.

With a singular blink and a shuffle of her body, the towel had finally retired of its temporary job. Suna couldn’t help himself at the sight. Laying down, he placed small kisses against her chest and soon made his way up to her neck and then her jaw. "sweetheart.." He mumbled, hoping that maybe she'd wake up at his gestures of affection. y/n hummed and suna smiled against her skin. "can I take care of you?" He questions, sitting up as a palm caressed her bare waist in an up and down motion. "you always take care of me, rin" y/n muttered, some syllables of her words coming out quieter than the others.

"do I? What about here?" And with that, his digits swiftly made its way to place a palm just below y/n's lower abdomen. She let out a small sigh and he smiled. She needed him just as much as he needed her. The only difference in the two was who had more energy and surprisingly, it was suna this time. Swiftly yanking the bothersome fabric of the towel from y/n's body, suna placed small kisses against the plush of her inner thighs. She was half asleep and suna could tell since her body was more vulnerable towards him.

Even in her woken state, y/n wasn't this vulnerable to suna. It might've been a bit too amusing to him but he didn’t think too much of it for his own sake. Wrapping both arms around her thighs before parting them away from each other with a firm grip to the inner-plush, suna took a glance up to y/n as her eyes were half lidded and her lips were slightly parted, irregular breathing patterns pulling a satisfying feeling to suna and it boosted his ego all the more.

His own lips parted and a sigh from a fanned breath escaped the warm cavern of his mouth before his tongue made contact with y/n's sex. Her thighs tensed and involuntary tried to close, but suna made sure of that not happening when the sturdy hold that her had against her nearly cut off her circulation. His tongue laid flatly against her sex, dragging along the area before getting to her bud, he latched his lips around the specifically sensitive area of y/n and with a curious glance, he looked up at her features.

Her eyebrows contorted to a pleasure filled expression and the quietest moan erupted through the fatigue in her voice. His tongue toyed with her bud for what felt like hours. He could do this all night if he wasn’t stopped and this showed to be proven true when a glance at the clock snapped suna out of his daze. Letting out a groan against y/n's sex, suna pulled back, taking a small breath of air before resuming his previous antics. His tongue prodded at y/n's entrance, tasting every bit of her arousal against his tastebuds with relish.

she clenched around him and the ache in suna's member felt a bit more antagonizing. y/n let out a soft moan of his name, eye's fluttering open as the situation began to unblur in seconds. it was the first time that y/n had been woken up like this and to say that this state of hers was a bit more sensitive than usual was an understatement. letting out a whine of his name, suna hummed against her, the low octave of his voice on her bud sending a jolt all the way though her body.

"i got impatient, pretty."

y/n couldn’t even focus on his words since her mind was overwhelmed with the current pleasure felt sensation that she was receiving. "s-stop talking." she forced out, trying to shoot suna a glare when he let out a breathy laugh. "you got it, sweetheart". His voice was calm and innocent as if he weren't doing what he was doing at the moment. Aka, using his tongue to all of its power to bring y/n to a crumbling end of where she couldn’t keep up or hold herself together. He enjoyed things a lot more when she was that way and by the looks of it, she was getting pretty damn close which only motivated him more.

y/n balled the discarded towel in her fist and with a few more fallen moans, suna focused on her bud, bringing her pleasure filled end to surface. Suna forced y/n to keep her thighs open as her hips uncontrollably jolted against his tongue. He pulled back, finally having some kind of mercy on his girlfriend as she continued to let out breathy pants. "I hope that woke you up a bit more" he said, lifting his head as he leaned towards y/n's face.

"why?" She managed to let out, eyebrows contorting in confusion when suna placed a small peck to the corner of her lips before pulling back to remove his shirt. His briefs were soon discarded after, revealing his erect member that so desperately needed some kind of physical attention.

"I still have a problem that you caused and you're going to help me with it."

"rin, I'm tired."

"so am I, pretty…so, let's get this over with quickly, yeah?"

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[justghoulythingz]

i want you in all the ways you’ll let me have you…

a drabble for anonymous taken from this prompt list.

pairing : ghoul/lucy maclean

word count : 846

warnings : some good old fashioned self-loathing, rope to restrain, mentions of sex. 18+, mdni

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It’s been centuries since Cooper Howard has gotten this involved with anyone.

He’s a bit like a stunted foal: clumsy yet reluctant to admit it; so used to being somewhere dark and grisly and detached that when the sun hitched to Lucy MacLean shines, it burns his irreversibly damaged skin. Gives it a kind of glow that he has to kill every time it threatens to bloom.

Self-inflicted wounds are easier to nurse. What’s the point of watering the dead garden his innards are overgrown with?

He winces when she touches him. That’s why her wrists need to be kept bound when he explores her. So she can’t feel how much she affects him. So she doesn’t get the wrong idea.

This ain’t love. Not that she has much experience with the romantic variety. He’s got plenty to keep close to the chest.

He gave himself to his Barb and she trampled him so far into the dirt that he might has well have been buried that fateful day.

The consequential marks don’t seem to bother Lucy. She’s a curious sort. One of the things Cooper admires about her. In the same breath, however, he doesn’t mind if for once she’d give it a proper fucking rest.

She moves too fast for him. He’s not entirely certain he wanted to budge in the first place.

Here she is with his face entombed in her neck, kissing and licking and nibbling as she opens herself to him. Thinking about how he would drag his nose along the slopes and valleys that comprise her if he could. How she deserves a man who’s whole and not whatever husk was violently spat out.

He can plainly see she yearns to reciprocate. Restless energy makes her grit her teeth and clench her thighs, squirming about as he gets to roam free. A low, long-winded hiss manages to escape between the soft, swollen lips he’s already branded.

“Tell me what y’want, angel wings. Use your big girl words. Y’had no trouble up t’this point.” He smiles against her throat, keeping her body caged. His voice cuts through like a saw hacking down a tree. Chop chop chop. Devastation as it crashes to the ground.

She sighs heavily and attempts to fix her posture. He’s very skilled at distracting. It’s not lost on her that he does so on purpose.

“Can you look at me first, Cooper?” she asks, chest heaving. He wonders how their hearts would feel galloping together. He doesn’t take his clothes off for her.

Some days, he wants to.

“Alright,” he begins, angling himself backward and resting one palm on the wall above her head. He can humor her. “I’m lookin’.”

And boy does he look. How can one not, with those doe eyes, large and all-encompassing like a lush forest of green and brown and gold?

His expression takes on that of a predator’s honing in on its prey. Except she’s taken hold of his hide and shredded it until it’s all mangled and indistinguishable. He feigns he has the upper hand. He feigns many things.

Lucy utilizes a few more moments to compose herself. Logic has been replaced with emotion. That requires a different type of effort to navigate.

Normally he would hurry her along, he don’t got all day. But really, he does. Why not spend it admiring a work of unabashed art that spawned from, according to him, the depths of hell?

“As much as I enjoy you getting your excess of me, I feel…” She exhales, shaky. “I feel like that excess has snatched away my enjoyment of you. I, I feel incomplete. It’s not as satisfactory as I know it could be.”

The old, tattered cowboy doesn’t answer. It’s difficult to swallow. She is expectant, but she’s also learned to lower said expectations when it comes to him. So she carries on of her own accord.

“What I want, Cooper, is you. All of you. I’m not satisfied with this half-baked sex we’ve been having. I want to pleasure you. Have you gasping for air and unable to think clearly.”

If she only knew.

“I want you to orgasm in my vagina and mouth and hand and, and wherever else, I don’t care! Except that’s really not true. I do care. I want you in all the ways you’ll let me have you. And I want you in all the ways you haven’t let me have you. That’s what I want.”

She’s so technical sometimes that it usually makes him roll his eyes or laugh. Now, he doesn’t do either.

Instead, he grasps her chin and tilts it upward. He shoots her one last isolated once-over and seals their fate with a fervent kiss. The hand once above her travels below and deftly releases her from her binds. The rope falls to the dusty floor with a resounding thud.

“Best get t’work then,” Cooper murmurs against her cushioned mouth. Like a warm, forgiving blanket waiting to surround him, even after being away from home for months, years.

“‘Fore I change my mind.”

[stop-asking-about-my-legs]

I am not a spoonie. I am a Stardew Valley character whose energy bar is perpetually at half, maybe lower. If only I had a little magic TV that could predict where my energy bar would fall today. Maybe then I could finally plan my days. I cannot keep fainting at work.