#mischievously presses a paw to my face

[meownotgood]

re masochistic aki :3c i hc that he likes to spar with you solely because it gives him an excuse to get your hands on him, to pin him down. he feels soooooo guilty about it but he can’t stop- he’s not letting you *win* but he’s certainly not giving it his all. it wouldn’t be as good if you both weren’t sweaty on the mat, your grin bright from winning, his hands over his head as your knee presses into his stomach. and afterwards when you’re so gentle to him, asking if you hit him too hard and he *insists* he’s taking harder but the second he’s back in the privacy of his own apartment he’s groaning and pressing on those fingertip-shaped bruises, grabbing his dick through his sweatpants and trying to keep from panting.., - 🍊

haven't been able to focus at work today because I can't stop thinking about this ask I want you to know that.

there's just something about sparring with aki, something about him offering to show you martial arts or teach you boxing. he'll always wear a tank top that shows off his scarred arms and his strong shoulders and a bit of his stomach when he stretches his arms upward, beads of sweat will cling to the back of his neck and his face after a while.

you can't shake the feeling he's going easy on you, or he at least doesn't want to hurt you. yet still, no matter how many times you do a move successfully, no matter how much you push him down or pin him to the ground he doesn't give up, nor does he try any harder — he just catches his breath, gives you a nod, and says, that was great. alright, let's go again.

it's because there's something about sparring with you that aki can't get enough of. it was innocent at first, he swears. he only wanted to teach you how to fight better, so you can defend yourself if something were to happen and he wasn't there. but he's far past the point of playing the innocent card anymore. he's so ridiculous, he'd die of embarrassment if you ever found out the true way he feels.

you can never know how much he likes it when you pin him down, your palm pressing his face into the floor. he'll blame how much he's sweating on the workout, he's breathing hard and his face is bright red because of how hot he is, that's all. and when he calls off your training session early, he says he's tired, claims he needs to rest, and that's true, but what he doesn't tell you is his head is spinning, he can't think about anything else but you, his whole body is tingling from something other than pain.

later, when he can't sleep, he recounts in his memory how you pinned him down, with your foot on his head and your hands roughly tugging his arms up. it hurt, but that's the whole point. that's the best part. aki breathes out a long sigh, swears to himself because he's already hard, he pushes his hair from his face with one hand and hesitantly slips the other down his pants, saying a silent prayer that you'll show up to train with him again tomorrow.

[mrs-ghost-2]

Suggestive themes! 18+ only!

Something something lumberjack!Simon being absolutely feral for you after a fight where he says something stupid and you slap him without thought.

You’re never violent. Have never raised your voice at him, or at anyone for that matter. You never cuss, never instigate, you’re polite. But him smarting off without thought and having you open-palm slap him across the face drove him insane. He barely felt it, barely registered it. But the thought of you being violent, that you did it because you felt something so strongly in regards to him, had him rock hard and absolutely foaming at the mouth.

Your eyes widen and you instantly start to apologize, but his mouth slanted across yours seconds later and it had the apology halting in the back of your throat. You’re putty in his hands, which is good because he’s pawing at your hips and ass while walking you backwards to press up against the hood of his truck.

“So fuckin’ hard for ya, sweet’eart.” Simon groans against your lips, teeth clashing and tongue sliding against yours in a dirty glide.

“M’sorry, Si. Didn’t mean to.” You’re able to mutter between rough passes of lips and teeth, but he’s just shaking his head as he wraps both hands around your hips to lift you onto the hood.

“Nothin’ t’be sorry for, lovie. S’my fault anyways.”he replies on a breath, slotting himself between your spread thighs and dragging his hands up your back to tangle in your hair. He’s using one hand to hold your neck while the other is tugging your hair back to arch your neck and jaw for his rough ministrations.

“M’not violent though. S’not right of me.” You try again, panting and sighing deep in your chest as his stubbled cheeks scratch at your skin while he sucks hickies and bite marks into the delicate skin of your throat and shoulder.

“Hot as fuck is wha’ it is.” Simon retorts, using the excuse of removing his mouth to talk to bite a little too hard into the meat of your collarbone.

“Fuck, Simon. Too hard.” But your hips are still rocking against his body where your legs are wrapped around his broad frame.

“Sorry, sweet’eart. My bad.” But he’s grinning mischievously, not really sorry at all.

You roll your eyes and laugh, wrapping your own hand around the back of his neck to bring him back in for another kiss and another taste.

[redvexillum]

I wasn’t planning on posting any stories this month since I’m still on a bit of a break, but with everything going on in America right now, I just felt the need to reach out. I know there’s nothing I can do to change things, and this may seem small and silly, but writing is what I know how to do. And if even one story can bring a smile or a bit of comfort to my friends, then I want to share it with you. Please hang in there. You’re not alone.

PART 01. CATASTOR AND HIS NEW DO

The mirror reflected back a tired version of you, someone with hair that seemed almost weary itself—dull, brittle, lifeless. It felt as if it siphoned off the vibrance around it, capturing any glimmer of light and snuffing it out. You tilted your head, narrowing your eyes in concentration, pondering whether today might finally be the day to give it a fresh look, a touch of sparkle.

“Nyaahh,” came the unmistakable squeak from behind you. There was Catastor, your mischievous little companion, perched primly on the dresser. From his place in the reflection, his big, round eyes stared outward in comical opposite directions, his pink tongue lolling out as he mimicked your tilted head with an exaggerated, inquisitive look.

“Baby!” you called, your heart swelling with warmth as you spun around, arms open wide. The sound of your voice was enough to make his tail wag wildly, his body nearly vibrating with excitement. Without hesitation, he launched himself at you, his small, warm body landing like a soft, cozy blanket against your chest, his form molding against you with the comfort of melted cheese.

A purr reverberated through him as he nestled closer, pressing his face into your neck, his ears flattened in absolute contentment while his tail swayed in erratic, delighted rhythms. You ran a hand absentmindedly over his back, savoring the soft fur beneath your fingertips. His warmth seeped into you, a soothing weight that melted the day’s tension as his purring grew, a low, comforting rumble.

“I’m thinking of getting my hair done,” you mused, fingers trailing through his soft coat. His purrs only deepened, and the faint tug of relaxation settled over you like a spell, easing every muscle into stillness.

Catastor blinked up at you, each eye fluttering in its own haphazard rhythm. You chuckled at his antics, reaching down to tap his little nose. “What do you think? Should I cut my hair?” You knew he couldn’t actually answer, but you enjoyed these small conversations; there was a special solace in talking to him, as if he understood more than he let on.

In response, he stretched his neck, bringing his face to yours, then gave the tip of your nose a tiny lick before plopping his head over your shoulder, nuzzling into the crook between your neck and shoulder. A small laugh bubbled up as his soft fur brushed against your cheek, the feel of his familiar warmth filling you with a calm contentment.

After a moment, you lowered yourself onto the bed, trying to peel him off of you, but Catastor flopped onto the mattress with an exaggerated stretch, limbs splayed like a second blanket, his belly exposed and tail twitching in lazy arcs.

“Well, I’ll be getting my hair done today, so I’ll need you to watch the house while I’m gone,” you murmured, giving his soft belly a gentle scratch. His eyes drifted shut, head lolling back as a new wave of purrs filled the room, his front paw giving a contented twitch.

“I’ll even bring a treat back from Cannibal Town,” you promised, your heart melting as his purrs softened, his form going limp, edging on sleep. Catastor always struggled with separation, and more than once you’d found him nestled secretly in your hair after shrinking himself down to follow you. So, you’d learned to wait until he was fully asleep before attempting a quiet exit.

As his breathing deepened, his little paws twitching as if in a dream, you held back a giggle and rose carefully. Holding your breath, you tiptoed to the door, gently closing it behind you. Outside, you finally released a long sigh, the crisp air filling your lungs. You loved his protective nature, but he’d once torn apart a whole street after a gang had tried to hassle you. As grateful as you were for his fierce loyalty, his fervor sometimes led to more trouble than you bargained for.

Keys and wallet in hand, you glanced back toward your room, a gentle smile tugging at your lips. “Sweet dreams, baby,” you whispered softly. “I’ll be back soon.”

At the salon, you were greeted by Mel, the ever-charming Poodle Sinner who had a reputation for her wickedly red lipstick and long, flirtatious lashes, popping her gum with every word. She tossed her towel over one shoulder with practiced ease, flashing you a wide grin.

“Darling!” she greeted, smirking as she chewed her gum. “’Bout time you came back, hah!” With a wink, she gestured toward the chair, deftly laying out her trays of potions and lotions, each bottle filled with promises of shine, volume, and glamour.

“What’re we doing today, hun?” she asked, fingers weaving through your hair as she examined it with a critical eye. “My, you’ve let her grow!” She gave an exaggerated cluck of her tongue when she caught on a knot, making you wince. “Now, don’t you worry, we’re gonna make you shine like a star again.”

As you settled in, you couldn’t help but imagine Catastor napping peacefully at home, dreaming of treats and waiting loyally for your return.

You laughed nervously, watching Mel's smirk in the reflection as she raised a brow, eyes full of mischief. The cold mist from her spray bottle caught you off guard, sending a shiver down your spine as your shoulders jolted. Slowly, you settled back into the chair, letting yourself relax as she worked her fingers through your hair. “I was thinking…maybe some curls?” you mumbled, cheeks warming as a certain image flickered to mind—one of a tall, red-haired demon with that wily smile and fluffy ears.

“Oh my!” Mel snickered knowingly, brushing through your hair in slow, precise strokes. “There’s a new man in your life, isn’t there?”

Immediately, your cheeks flamed, and your gaze dropped to your hands, fingers twisting together as you stammered, “N-no! Nothing like that, really…he’s just, uh…just my boss.” But your heart betrayed you, racing faster with every word. The thought of admitting any hint of interest, even to your friend, left you shy and tongue-tied.

“Say no more, sweetheart,” Mel trilled in a sing-song voice, dismissing your excuses with a wink. “I’ll make you look like a knockout!”

A tiny squeak escaped you, your face now red as a tomato. “It’s not—it’s really nothing like that!” You tried to argue, though the grin tugging at Mel’s lips made it clear she didn’t buy a word of it. Before you could protest further, she gave your head a light pat, her smile bright and warm. You couldn’t help but smile back, the joy in her laughter lifting you from your shyness.

As Mel worked, the usual salon gossip filled the air, talk of the latest mischief and drama from the East Side of Pentagram. She’d been one of your first friends in this strange place—a friendly face in the chaos of Hell. You remembered that first day, scared and alone, stumbling into her salon. Now, as you sat there, chatting and laughing with her, you felt a happiness and warmth that chased away any lingering loneliness.

The smell of her berry-scented products wrapped around you as she applied them, each brushstroke feeling like a balm. And despite yourself, your thoughts drifted back to your boss—the Radio Demon. Would he be surprised to see you tomorrow, all dolled up with new curls? Maybe he’d even…like it?

Your hands pressed together, a hopeful smile spreading across your face as you imagined the look on his. You could practically see his eyebrow raise, his grin widening in that sly, amused way.

After what felt like hours, a sharp gasp broke your reverie. Mel had jumped back, a look of shock on her face. “Oh, honey, there was a…pest in your hair!” she exclaimed, eyes wide.

Confused, you frowned, tilting your head. A pest? Before you could ask, a loud, indignant yowl rang out from behind you, and you felt something shift in your hair. In a flash of pink, something furry tumbled forward, landing on the floor in a poof of exaggerated volume.

Your mouth dropped open as you stared down. There, standing in a mound of fluffy, pink fur—puffed out so large he looked like a living cotton candy puff—was Catastor. His fur had poofed to double its usual size, the familiar outward-pointing eyes and red monocle nearly swallowed up by the mass of fluff. His wide grin only made the sight more ridiculous.

“Catastor!” you gasped, dropping to your knees as he waddled toward you, his puffy paws kneading at your knee in that familiar, pleading gesture for comfort.

“Oh, baby,” you cooed, scooping him up and pressing him close. His fur was so soft and squishy it felt like sinking into a plush cloud, your arms disappearing into the sheer volume of fluff. He burrowed his head against you, the tremble in his yowl finally quieting as you gently stroked his back.

“Oh, my, Satan,” Mel laughed, eyes twinkling. “You’re holding a walking ball of cotton candy!”

You looked down at Catastor, his little face half-buried in his own fur, his yowl softening to little meows. The sight of him, so utterly ridiculous and adorable, sent a wave of giggles through you. “Looks like we both got a spa day today,” you teased, scratching under his chin. His eyes drooped, his purrs growing content and low.

“I know just the thing!” Mel said with a playful wink, disappearing behind the counter. She returned with matching ribbons, one for each of you. Gently, she tied a little bow around the small, perfect curl atop Catastor’s head, then expertly fastened the other bow in your newly styled curls.

Turning back to the mirror, you burst into another fit of delighted giggles. Your hair looked amazing, vibrant and full, bouncing with every movement, and in your arms was Catastor, fluffy and bow-adorned to match.

You cradled him close, feeling a warmth spread through your chest, a happiness that lifted you. Tomorrow, you would see your boss…Alastor, with your new look, confident and refreshed. And maybe…just maybe…he’d notice.

But for now, you were content to just sit here with Catastor, your matching bows and poofy styles reflecting the joyful, silly energy you felt bubbling over.

[ladysharmaa]

Surprise

Anthoy Bridgerton x reader

Summary: Anthony's wife sometimes feels lonely while Anthony works. So he prepares a little surprise for Y/n

Requested: yes

The Bridgerton mansion was flooded with the now-weakening rays of the setting sun. Y/n was relaxing on the couch engrossed with a book, resting after a tiring day playing with her husband's younger siblings. For the first time that day, the house was completely silent.

However, Anthony Bridgerton was up to something. He had arrived about an hour ago, greeting her with a small kiss and quickly locking himself in his office.

Finally, she heard his footsteps heading towards where she was. His mischievous smirk and the odd lump beneath his greatcoat were telltale signs to anyone who might have been watching, but thankfully no one was home except for the couple and the maids.

She glanced up as he entered, her lips curling into a smile.

“Anthony,” she greeted warmly, placing a bookmark between the pages and setting the novel aside. “You look suspiciously pleased with yourself. What have you done this time?”

Anthony placed a hand over his chest, feigning indignation. “What makes you think I’ve done anything? Must a husband not simply look pleased to see his wife without suspicion falling upon him?”

Y/n raised an eyebrow, her smile growing. “Knowing you, the answer is most certain no.”

Chuckling, Anthony stepped closer, his coat shifting ever so slightly. A faint noise—a soft, high-pitched squeak—escaped from within the fabric. Y/n froze, her eyes narrowing.

“Anthony,” she said slowly, her tone a mixture of curiosity and warning, “what is that sound? What did you do?”

Anthony’s grin widened as he knelt before her, his hands carefully reaching inside his coat. “I thought you might like a little company when I’m away at those tedious meetings with the other lords.” he said. “And so…”

With an almost uncontained enthusiasm, he withdrew a tiny puppy from the folds of his coat. The animal was impossibly small, with fur as soft as clouds and a pair of bright, curious eyes. It let out another soft mew, its tiny paws reaching for the edge of Anthony’s sleeve.

Y/n gasped, her hands flying to her mouth. “Anthony!” she exclaimed, her voice high with delight. “You didn’t!”

“I most certainly did,” he replied, his own heart swelling at the joy lighting up her face. “Meet your new companion, my love.”

Y/n reached out, gently cradling the puppy in her hands. The little one nuzzled against her fingers, purring contentedly. “Oh, Anthony,” she murmured, her eyes shimmering with emotion. “It’s perfect. She’s perfect. I don’t even know what to say.”

“‘Thank you, Anthony, for being the most thoughtful and dashing husband in all of England’ would suffice,” he teased, leaning forward to press a kiss to her forehead.

Y/n laughed, the sound soft and melodious. “Thank you,” she said earnestly, her gaze meeting his. She kissed his lips, trying to show him all the love she felt for him. When she pulled away, his lips chased hers. “Truly. This is the sweetest surprise.”

Anthony settled himself on the couch beside her, his hand brushing against hers as they both admired the puppy. It was now batting at the ribbon on Y/n’s sleeve, its movements clumsy and utterly endearing.

“Have you thought of a name for her yet?” Anthony asked, watching as the puppy made himself comfortable on Y/n's chest, who kept all her attention on the animal. Maybe that had been a bad idea, now he would have to compete for his wife's attention.

Y/n tilted her head, considering. “Hmm. What about Honey? She’s so cute and sweet.”

“Honey,” Anthony repeated, testing the name. He nodded approvingly. “It suits her.”

For a while, they sat together in comfortable silence, the golden light of the setting sun streaming through the windows. Y/n petted the animal while Anthony watched the two with a soft gaze. Honey had settled herself into Y/n’s lap, her tiny body rising and falling with contented breaths.

Anthony reached out, brushing a stray strand of hair from Y/n’s face. “You deserve all the happiness in the world, Y/n,” he whispered, as to not break the comfortable moment, his voice filled with warmth. “If a puppy can bring you even a fraction of that happiness, then it was worth every moment of sneaking around.”

Y/n leaned into his touch, her heart full. “You bring me happiness every day, Anthony,” she replied. “But this little one is certainly a wonderful addition.”

As Honey let out a tiny snore, Anthony and Y/n exchanged a look, their laughter filling the room. In that moment, surrounded by warmth and love, they knew they had found the kind of joy that could only come from the simplest, most unexpected surprises.

[endless-ineffabilities]

there's hope for us yet - (2/2)

Anakin Skywalker x f!reader

The reader realizes that her true Anakin will always exist, in some spark or another, however miniscule. And she reconciles with what she must do in order to get him back.

masterlist ▪︎ part one

GIF by nerdside

When your eyes open once more, you're lying on something soft.

A sense of familiarity eases in as your fingertips glide on the silk sheets underneath you. And that scent. Which can only be...

"What were you dreaming about?"

Your head falls to the side, slowly, dreading what you'll see. Because you know, without a doubt, it's all going to break your heart.

Anakin lies on his side, with his torso bare and his head propped up on one sturdy arm, looking at you all starry-eyed.

Like he always had.

You can help but let out a shaky sigh. Why did I have to lose this? Why did I have to lose you?

He notices the switch in your expression. And as if he's heard your thoughts, he whispers, "I'm here, stardust. I'm never leaving you."

But you did.

You sit up halfway, and find yourself saying, "What about all that you said? About Senator Palpatine? If you... if you truly believe that, Ani, then I could... " I could lose you. Your words echo in your head. He must have heard them to be meaningless ploys.

"You don't understand, stardust. I'm doing this for us. For you! This way, we can be together forever. Nothing can take you from me."

You lean forward, gripping his hand tightly. "Nothing will, Ani. Your visions won't come into fruition. You're not gonna get rid of me that easy, you know." You smirk at him to assuage his concerns, but his frown stays in place.

You massage your thumb in between his ruffled brows, in a show of easing the tension in his expression. "I love you," you breathe.

"I love you, stardust," he says, his voice breaking with emotion. He presses his forehead to yours. And then, his lips on your own.

His breathing is heavy, his mouth frantic. His hair falls forward, casting shadows on the sharp angles of his face.

I love you, he keeps saying. Though he claims your lips again and again, before you can get the chance to say it back.

Your fingers tangle in his unruly blonde tresses, anchoring themselves as he slides down and nips at your collarbone. His hand dips inside your blouse, gently pawing at your chest.

When he looks up at you with his mischievous smirk, you nearly forget where you are. You want to.

"Ani..."

I want this to be real.

"It is real," Anakin responds without missing a beat. He lowers himself further, hands gripping your hips. His fingers trace a line underneath the waistband of your trousers. "Give in to me, my stardust. This can be as real as we want it to be."

"Now is not the time..." Your words halt when he presses his lips to your hipbone.

"Why not?" Anakin purrs, then proceeds anyway. His breathing is warm against your skin, as he carefully starts to undo your trousers.

It certainly feels real. Any world, any reality - Anakin Skywalker will always have the ability to set you afire.

Your stomach is in knots, in equal parts excitement and anxiety. You want to focus on him and only him, but your gaze is directed towards the ceiling. Or lack thereof. All you see is an apparent simulation of the night sky, with thick gray clouds to reveal a storm simmering and waiting to unfold.

You were so caught up in Anakin that you failed to notice your surroundings.

"Where are we, Anakin? This isn't your suite."

He sighs, shaking his head. "That's what you're thinking about?"

Lightning flashes overhead. Dread rips into you as it casts a glow above everything. It had been only for a split second, but it was enough.

The sky glowed red. You see much clearer now.

"Let me take your mind off it, stardust." Anakin had pulled himself up suddenly, covering your line of sight. Everything, like always, is just him.

He grips your jaw in one hand, forcing you to look right at him.

"Anakin..." your voice is a low warning him. You notice how it sounded more of a question. Your guard is up, your hands bunched up into fists at your sides, no longer lovingly pressed against him. Suddenly, the comforting feel of the silk sheets feels like a betrayal. A lie.

"Kiss me," Anakin purrs. His lips take yours, roughly. His teeth clashing against yours in the movement. "This is all I want. You're all that I want." He grows frustrated when you don't kiss him back. Almost rabid. One hand keeps your face against him, while the other freely roams all over your body. His fingernails dig into the flesh of your thighs. "Say you're mine."

"No," you struggle to take a breath, squirming underneath his solid form. "You wanted something more. And now you have it."

"Because of you," he implores. "I did everything for you."

"I never wanted you to cross over into the dark side." Rage is evident in your shaking voice. You find your strength and propel yourself from underneath him, footsteps carrying you away from the bed. He follows suit but you put your hand up. "Stop." He doesn't listen. When has he ever?

For me? How dare he blame me?

Anakin reaches you once more, looking pained. That familiar frustrated furrow in his brow making him look youthful. Almost vulnerable.

Like that brazen young Padawan whom you met a long time ago. The one you fell in love with.

You wait for him to speak. To begin his tirade. He was fuming just a minute ago, surely he has some lovely things to share. About the past. About what you lost. What he sacrificed it all for.

The new Empire. Palpatine. Darth Vader.

Each one a dagger right through your heart. Reminding yourself that he did not choose you.

But he was lost.

You shake your head at your resolve breaking. One look at his broken expression and it all falls down.

He was lost. He was manipulated.

"Forgive me, stardust." Anakin says. His forehead presses against yours, and he holds you close. The makeshift sky above you seemingly calms, no longer displaying the occassional flash of crimson red. You feel the tension leave your body, and nearly slump against him.

A minute passes before he finally speaks again, "I never meant to hurt you. I never meant for any of this."

You know full well that he apologizes for much more than causing you to grow irate moments ago. He means everything.

"I know," you finally admit. Your eyes flit over his features. His eyes gently shut, his fingertips memorizing the planes of your face. "But this... this was the end."

"Well," he slowly smiles, and it is one of both sadness and acceptance. But when his eyes hold yours, it betrays the Anakin that would never accept defeat, who would never relent to losing the one he loves forever. "Why don't we go back to the beginning?"

The scene fades before your eyes, but Anakin remains.

And he always will.

It is the day after your thirteenth nameday, and your Master has granted you leave for the entire week.

It gives you the chance to interact with the visiting Padawans from other Jedi Temples, but you find yourself sitting all alone in an alcove in the inner courtyard.

Training has not been easy as of late, and you're beginning to doubt whether you deserve to be in the Jedi Order at all.

Lost in thought, you make the hilt of your lightsaber hover to the side. Spinning it midair. Tapping it against the stone in a sporadic rhythm.

Maybe if I fail, I can make a living off of these party tricks.

Then a voice breaks you out of it. "That won't be much of a living, but I have a better idea."

The boy you will soon know to be Anakin stands there, with his sandy mop of hair along with its signature Padawan braid, and curious gaze. He looks to be about your age, but already much taller.

"Stay out of my head." You respond on instinct, letting annoyance win over.

"Don't you want to know what I had in mind?" He sits across from you, unfazed. Clearly this is a kid who holds himself in some high regard. His force feels like determination and honour.

And defiance, as well as a simmering fury, but you will find this out much later.

"Not really," you shrug, trying to play coy. Your interest is piqued, but you're still discomforted by the thought that this random Padawan is tuning in to your deepest emotions.

"Well," he sighs. Something tells you it didn't really matter what your response was. "I was thinking that I can help you train. I can feel that the Force is strong with you, as it is with me."

"Is it, now?" The pair on this guy. But he's right. He has the power to bring balance to the galaxy. He just doesn't believe it yet.

"It is. And trust me, I tend to be right about these things." He smiles, and it is one of boyish innocence and wonder. Years later, he will change, but you will find that his smile remains the same.

You shake his hand in introduction, and you fall into conversation. How long is he visiting your Jedi Temple? Where did he come from? How is he finding his training?

It's polite conversation. It's a normal afternoon.

But it's also the beginning of everything.

"Come find me," he says to you, before he leaves.

"I will."

As he walks away, you notice a cloud of smoke encroaching upon him. White tendrils twisting in a race to get to him. Anakin. You blink hard, trying to get clear of the haze. His figure is morphed, doubled in size. Something's not right.

The white tendrils turn red. Darkness creeps in from all sides, and you know there is danger here.

"Wait!" You scream out. I have to warn him.

You take sure, long strides toward his figure and your bones ache. You're certainly taller now, and stronger. Much older than your thirteen years.

"Anakin, wait!"

He turns, and it is not Anakin. You freeze upon seeing the unfamiliar being, towering over everything, dark mask firmly in place.

Darth Vader. You realize just where you are, and why you're here, running around moments of impermanence.

He starts to speak, and you're startled to hear that the voice does not come from Vader's deep, chilling synthesizer.

"Come find me," he repeats. It's Anakin's voice. The one you've always known.

"I will," you say once more, the meaning of the words renewed.

And then everything is lost in a blinding flash of light.

You find yourself back on the suspended path, amidst millions of the same pathways to memories and forms of reality. The galaxy stretches eternal, the stars unending.

Anakin stands calmly before you, as he did when you arrived.

"You have to go back, stardust. Ahsoka needs you."

"I know," you say, not willing to say goodbye, but there's no other choice. You take his hands, committing the feeling to memory, and he rests his forehead against yours.

"Will you come find me?"

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"I always will."

[vicariousresearcher]

Hosting family over the holidays leads to tension that must be resolved one way or another.

“This is why I told you to get them a hotel.”

“Yes, let’s tell my sister that she has to wrangle her children into a hotel room even though we have an empty guest room. Makes perfect sense. She’ll definitely accept that.”

“Lie! The window doesn’t seal properly, we’re waiting for a new mattress, renovations. Literally anything Kyle. It’s that easy.”

Kyle was white-knuckling the steering wheel, left hand jerking the gear shift as he backed into the driveway. Trunk full of more groceries than you guys would’ve eaten in a month but between Christmas dinner and snacks to just keep your sister-in-laws lovely spawn satiated, you might just need to make another.

The tension in the silent car said enough. It had been a week of passive aggressive comments, stress, and so much work why did you guys ever agree to host this year. This was nothing like hosting Kyles buddies.

He could hear you grumble as you unbuckle your seatbelt. “We need to get that turkey in the sink if we want any chance of a decent dinner.” 

Kyle’s fingers caught your jaw before you could try at the door, dimpling into the fat of your cheeks as his mouth slotted over yours, smothering your squeak. 

Jesus christ how long has it been since he got his hands on you proper? All this tension, the bickering and sharp glares. It was all just from how pent up he was. No time to get his hands on you when his nephews were in the room over.

He can feel you melt, meeting his urgency as you twist back around, letting him pull you closer. Tongue prodding at your lips in a way that he knows will ruin your makeup but *he needs to taste you*, teeth clicking as the kisses turn open mouthed and desperate to satiate the starvation simmering under his skin. 

Absolutely enraptured in the cloying smell of your shampoo. Dizzying when you got a knee on the centre console to just get all the more close. 

He's tugging you over it into his lap, hands pawing at your sweater to just get under the too many layers separating him from your soft waist and the bra that hugs your tits too sweetly to not be pulled off. A low moan coming out of his throat when you raked your nails up his nape.

One hand pressing insistently on your lower back to just please please drag your hips forward, just a little bit. Already chaffing in his jeans. 

Both of you are panting by the time you pull away, he can see how your lipgloss is smeared, pupils blown all wide as you lean back to appreciate the absolute mess you’ve made of him so quickly. His hands a pawing at the too many layers covering your soft waist-

Kyle just about jumps out of his skin when the car beeps, your back hitting the horn. 

The shocked silence is broken when he sees your face. Looking like a teenager just caught sneaking off in her boyfriends car to have sex. 

You’re shoving his face away, clambering back over the console as he unbuckles himself. Yelping when he swats at your ass. 

Your shushes and glares just cement the lightness in his shoulders as you struggle to not laugh while putting away groceries.

“Maybe I’ll get them tickets to the aquarium so we can have the house for an afternoon, yeah?”

“Yeah?”

The lilt in your voice, an almost mischievous look glinting in your eyes has him already planning how to usher off his sister.

[ticklygiggles]

Titillatio | Xiao x Aether

A/N: Happy birthday to my birthday twin @eliankrios! I hope you have the loveliest of days, Elian! I'm happy to be friends with you ❤️❤️❤️ *boop paw* I hope you enjoy these babies and I hope they're not too ooc! Enjoy your daaaaaay 💕💕💕💕💕

Summary: Xiao rediscovers something he had long forgotten.

Words: 2k

Xiao never thought that a kiss could make him feel so many things: butterflies fluttering from his throat to his lower belly. In his mouth, the taste of the other person was sweet against his tongue and made him feel light in the head, as if he had drunk too much alcohol. His hands trembled and he always tried to hold on to something so the other wouldn't notice. His knees were weak, as if they were going to fail him at any moment; and a strange heat gathered in his insides and spread to his neck, traveling to his cheeks and ears, making them turn as red as an apple. 

His mind went blank, any thoughts that could have been floating around in his head vanished, and he could only focus on the tingling he felt on his lips and the burning pain at the edges of his lungs due to lack of air… but now that he thought about it, maybe it wasn't the kiss itself, but the person who seemed to be trying to devour his lips every time. 

“Aether-!” He gasped, his hands on Aether's shoulders, pulling him closer instead of pushing him away. 

The traveler had his arms around his waist, pressing him against his warm body while he kissed Xiao desperately and frantically. Xiao could barely keep up with him; Aether's tongue writhed inside his mouth, tickling the roof of his mouth as he seemed to try to suck on Xiao's tongue. Xiao couldn't deny that, although he felt a little dizzy from lack of air, he had missed Aether's kisses deeply. 

The traveler had been away from Liyue for a long time, and even when he returned, Xiao could not meet him right away, as he was busy doing things that a yaksha had to do. Their meeting had happened no more than ten minutes ago, but as soon as they exchanged glances, their bodies were already pressed against each other. 

However, Aether really seemed hungry for Xiao. It was no longer enough for him to just kiss Xiao's mouth, Aether's kisses moved down his jaw, seeking the warmth of his neck to sink his teeth in. 

“A-Aether, h-hold on. Someone will- haa!” 

It was useless, Aether simply wasn't listening and Xiao's nervousness only increased when he felt one of Aether's hands sneaking under the hem of his skin-tight shirt, the other finding that opening on the upper part of his back. Gentle fingertips followed the edge of his shoulder blades, making him gasp and squirm. Aether touched Xiao's skin lighty, tenderly, just like a feather. His soft fingers brushed against the curve on his lower back and something fuzzy started to build in Xaio’s throat. 

“Tra-Traveler! You're n-not listening to me, I really- ack?! W-Wahait! That spot-!” 

Before he could stop himself, an airy giggle escaped his lips and they both stood still. Aether finally deigned to lift his face from Xiao's blushing neck and Xiao quickly found his golden eyes, his own wide open. 

“Wha- what did you just do?” He asked, feeling that almost uncomfortable sensation near his side that made him want to scratch the spot. 

His eyes danced from left to right, looking into Aether's, and something funny rose in his stomach when he noticed a glint of playful malice in Aether's amber pupils. 

“Are you ticklish Xiao?” A mischievous smile spread across Aether's lips and Xiao frowned.

“Ticklish?” He said the word slowly, as if savoring each letter and listening to how the two syllables sounded together. It was a funny word, if he had to admit it. “What is ‘ticklish’?” 

His question only made Aether's smile widen even more and Xiao jumped slightly when Aether's warm hands closed on his waist, making him blush even more. His own hands closed around Aether's wrists and he made an absurd attempt to push those hands away from his body. Aether giggled sweetly and that was enough to distract Xiao and let out a laugh when Aether squeezed his waist. Every hair on his body stood up as he felt that sensation run through him like electric shocks. Even though he really didn't want to, his hands pushed Aether's wrists away from his body and he looked at him with his eyes wide open and his lips trembling with a silly little smile. 

“Aether… what are you doing right now- no! N-Nohoho!” 

Xiao didn't know how, but Aether had broken free of his grip and his hands latched onto his waist again and he let out embarrassed and uncontrollable giggles as the traveler squeezed the spot over and over. The sensation made Xiao want to crawl out of his skin, those fingers woke up his nerve endings in a weird way, and Xiao couldn't make it stop. 

He wasn't sure he had ever felt this kind of sensation in his many years of existence. He was almost sure that he would remember this feeling, and yet, there was some feeling of longing swirling in his chest the more Aether did this… ‘ticklish’ thing on him. It was as if a part of his memory was under a haze, and he certainly couldn't concentrate with Aether's fingers running up his sides until they reached his ribs. 

Xiao's giggles turned into more panicked laughter and his knees could no longer support his weight and squirming. He fell into the grass beneath him and Aether followed him, still making him laugh out of his mind as he straddled Xiao's waist. Aether's fingers gently but firmly dug into each of his ribs and a second later, he felt the tips of his fingers vibrating between the spaces of each bone. 

Xiao threw his head back and his body shook with the force of his laugh. He desperately gripped Aether's arms, but he felt powerless, his strength had been drained from his body and he could only shriek between laughter what he thought Aether was doing to him: 

“W-Witchcrahahaft!” 

Aether laughed so hard, he actually had to stop tickling Xiao to hold onto his tummy. “This is not witchcraft! I'm just tickling you, Xiao!” 

Didn't he say ‘ticklish’ earlier? Xiao shook his head, breathless. He tried to crawl away, but Aether giggled and grabbed him by the hips, dragging him back and sitting on his lower back. Xiao groaned and laughter poured from his lips again when the tickling started once more, this time Aether's fingers wiggling against his lower back and the window of his shirt. Xiao cackled, arching back and clawing at the ground, trying, in vain, to escape this torment. 

Should he call it torment? It really wasn't that bad. The feeling was overwhelming, it numbed his brain and he felt like lightning was rushing through his body with every touch, also his laughter was embarrassingly loud and his tummy and sides were starting to hurt. However, Xiao couldn't say that he was hating it, on the contrary, he was ashamed to admit it to himself, but he was having fun. Although his stomach and sides hurt, it wasn't because of the force that Aether was tickling him with, his fingers were light and skillful, touching places that he didn't know could make him squeal and cackle like that. 

It was also nice to hear Aether giggling along him, his laughter was light and happy, like an excited child. To think just a couple of minutes ago he was almost eating him alive. 

“How come I didn't know you are so ticklish, Xiao? Hmm? Tell me please.”

“I cahaHAHAn’t!” 

He really couldn't. If he dared to speak, he felt like he was going to choke with his own laughter, besides, he really couldn't form any coherent thought at that moment.

“Your back is very ticklish,” Aether giggled and Xiao felt alarmed. There was something in Aether's voice, a tone that made him feel terribly nervous. “I wonder if you're also very ticklish here?” 

The sound that escaped from Xiao's mouth did not sound like him, in fact, he had no idea that he was capable of screeching like that, but when Aether pushed his warm hands under his arms and his fingers started to wiggle against his armpits– he just couldn't control himself. 

Sweet yet hysterical laughter bloomed past his lips. That maddening sensation felt incredibly intense, and Xiao could only laugh and laugh as his body became useless, his arms glued to his sides in a futile attempt to make the tickling stop or at least, slow down, but it had the opposite effect, for Aether's hands had been trapped and he moved his fingers incessantly. 

“Ah, I think I found your most ticklish spot, Xiao!” Aether chuckled above him, speaking fondly. “Your laughter is so cute! I want to listen to more!” 

‘Your laughter is so cute… I want to listen to more.’ 

Oh, now he remembered. As Aether's fingers dug under his arms, a memory came to Xiao's mind: the eldest and leader of the Yakshas, Bosacius, holding both Xiao's wrists with two pair of hands while the other pair nestled into his exposed underarms, tickling him until Xiao was crying with hysterical laughter. Xiao could hear Bosacius' voice teasing him while he mercilessly tickled his armpits, his boisterous laughter almost louder than Xiao's. Xiao remembered looking at his bright smiles and shining eyes through his teary sight. Bosacius was happy and so was Xiao. 

A wave of warmth flooded his chest and as he laughed wildly, he finally was able to remember just what this whole thing was. 

“Tihihitillahahatio!” 

“What?”

“This ihihis, eek, t-tihihitilahatio!” 

The tickling slowly came to a stop and Xiao went limp onto the soft grass, breathing heavily and feeling little tears falling down the side of his face. A silly smile pulled at the corners of his lips and he giggled brightly when Aether started poking his back and sides, causing him to roll on his back again. 

“What is titillatio, Xiao?” Aether asked, his head tilted to the side like a confused bird. Xiao's eyes looked at Aether fondly, his fingers gently brushing the other's flushed cheek. Aether nuzzled into his hand like a kitten and Xiao smiled warmly.

“Titillatio is… tickling, I guess. That was the name years ago.” Centuries ago. “I didn't know the name had changed. It had been a long while since titilatio was done to me.” 

Xiao didn't even remember the feeling, let alone the name. He had spent so many years alone, there was no way his mind was busy remembering insignificant things like that; there was also the issue of erosion in the mind… but be tried to ignore that as much as possible. 

Lost in his thoughts, he barely noticed Aether was looking at him intently and frowning. “Was that person… your partner?*

Xiao blinked a couple of times, astonished. Did he hear correctly? “What?” 

Xiao raised his eyebrows when Aether rolled his eyes. “The person that tickled you in the past! Were they your partner?” 

“What? N-No, of course not. It was just- wait… are you mad about it?” Aether looked away. “Oh, are you jealous?”

Xiao had learned about jealousy the hard way, he now recognized the emotion even in other people and to his eyes, Aether seemed really jealous at that moment. The blonde blushed up to his ears and crossed his arms over his chest, avoiding Xiao's gaze at all costs. He really was jealous, huh? 

Xiao chuckled, his hands gently holding Aether's bare waist. “Didn't you say jealousy is bad?” 

Aether made an indignant sound and Xiao let out a soft chuckle through his teeth. Feeling a weird wave of playfulness rushing through him, Xiao quickly changed their positions. It was adorably funny to see Aether's confused expression turn into one of pure laughter as Xiao started to pinch and prod his exposed waist. 

“X-Xiahaho! Dohohon't!” 

Xiao smiled lovingly, thumbs rubbing against the sides of Aether's tummy. The traveler giggled and laughed and squirmed under him and Xiao understood why people liked to tickle others. It was fun to see another laughing because of your gentle touch and if that person was Aether, it was all even better.

“I'm nohohot jehehealous! I prohohomise!” Despite his pleading, Aether didn't seem to do much to make Xiao stop.

“I do believe you're not jealous.” That was a lie. “But I actually have never tried doing titillatio to someone. How is that? Do you like it?” Aether threw his head back with bright giggles and Xiao couldn't help but also chuckle. “Am I doing it right?” 

“S-Stohohop teheasing meHE!”

Xiao laughed. Genuinely laughed. He had spent so many years alone, he had forgotten how good it felt to be with someone as kind and bright as Aether. He got to experiment a lot for the first time: having a partner, kisses, jealousy. Tickling... Even love.

Xiao smiled warmly down at Aether's laughing face, his hands weakly pawing at Xiao's hands. All those years of loneliness... perhaps they were just a small punishment to be able to enjoy the happy company of this wonderful traveler.

"You want me to tickle you more?"

"Noho! I'm s-sohohorry!"

Yes, this definitely was his reward.

HAPPY BIRTHDAY ELIAN! 🎂🎈🎉🥳

[k-hotchoisan]

Congrats on 500! I’m requesting number 5 😁🫶🏻

5. Get spanked by San or Dom Hongjoong?

wE’RE ALMOST TO THE END MY ANGEL and obviously how could I NOT write spanking if it’s not Choi San and his love for asses 🍑

ENJOY 🩷🌶️

Bad kitties need to be punished and San knows just the way to do it

Warnings: smut, spanking kink, suggestive, cat hybrid!Reader, degradation & punishment, impact play

Tag list: @bro-atz @diamond-3 @mcarebearsstuff @choisansplushie @voicesinmyhead-rc @pre1ttyies

San has kept cats. He has a pet cat back home. But when finds out your actual form, he’s rendered speechless—when he wakes up one day , feeling something soft curl around his leg and he spots a pair of fluffy cat ears twitch under the covers, San pulls back the sheets frantically and he stares at you in your hybrid feline form. Your eyes slowly open as you rub your eyes, your slits turning circular when you spot the shocked male before you.

He likes the way you always curl around him, pawing at his lap, and some times just lying your head there while he does his work. Despite the fact that you’re part human, sometimes you just grow mischievous, enjoying poking fun at your human partner, even teasing him by grinding against his crotch when you’re both comfortably cuddling, before you leave him completely high and dry. San tolerates it at first, but it’s starting to drive him insane at the way you’re constantly teasing him like that, especially when you look at him with those fuckin feline eyes.

The final straw was when you had you head nuzzled on San’s lap as usual, with San stroking your hair, and sometimes he massages your ears, and you let out soft purrs, pressing your head into his bare thighs. You stick your tongue out, giving kitten licks, and you feel San squirm slightly in his seat as you travel dangerously close to his crotch.

“Kitty”, he calls endearingly, despite the warning behind the soft tone. You ignore him, giving his thighs a couple more licks as San shifts beneath you, and you don’t miss the way you see his cock pressing against the fabric of his pants. You wonder how much you should push him.

It turns out, not much. That’s mostly because when you bare your small fangs and bite down onto his inner thigh, he jolts with a low groan, and the hand on your ears grip your hair instead, as he tugs your head up to face him.

“I think I’ve been patient enough, kitty”, he mutters, pitch low enough to send electricity down your spine from the anticipation. You only stare back with a small smile.

“Have you?” You ask, your tail trailing across his jaw. San stares down at you, and you see something flash across his eyes, something that makes you want to bolt.

But for once, he’s faster, his muscled arm curled around your waist, holding you down and essentially trapping you. You claw at his arm, almost flailing and his free arm grabs both your wrist, pinning them before you. You severely underestimate his strength, because he pulls you onto his lap as if you’re a rag doll.

You mewl, your tail flailing, as you feel your shorts being tugged off you, only your bare ass out with your pretty panties which is slowly starting to soak.

“Bad kittens need to be punished”, San hums, his palm grazing over your soft and supple flesh. Your tail instinctively coils around his arm.

San has always prided himself as an ass man, and deep inside, he’s always wanted a piece of yours, but you were always teasing him, and he finally snapped. Among all of the times he’s been teased by you—the lap grinding, your kitten licks, the worst was by far whenever he sees you stretch. You always had your back arched, your tail fully erected, and your ass fully out, especially right when he walks into the room. He knows you do it on purpose, because when you stare at him, you accompany your alluring stare with a smirk.

But now, he has you trapped in his arms, right where he wants you.

He doesn’t give you a warning before his hand lands on your ass, the sound of the slap louder than your squeal. Your eyes are blown wide open this time, not from the sting, but from the shock.

And for some fuck ass reason, it’s starting to make you wet.

“How many times did you do that? Teasing, licking, biting. What else is there?” You hear San’s voice above you, feigning being lost in thought.

When he doesn’t get an answer, the sound of your ass being slapped echoes in your shared apartment, and you hiss, jolting forward as San shifts you back into position.

“Kitten, tell me, what else did you do?”

You barely form the thoughts to even answer him. But you try, “grinding?”

Another slap. Your mind is starting to melt as the sting begins to make you leak more.

“You’re partially right. But it’s the worst when you stretch. Bad kitty, having your ass up in the air whenever I walk in. You’re doing it on purpose, aren’t you?”

Fuck. You really did underestimate him. You feel his hard cock pressed against your hip. The tip of his shorts is starting to get wet.

You jolt when his palm meets your skin, this time a moan leaving your lips as you shudder. San cocks an eyebrow. His eyes cast down at the growing dark patch on your panties and scoffs.

“Just how dirty is my kitty? Getting off being punished like this?” He lands another one, but lingers to grab a fistful of your ass, groaning at how your ass spills between this fingers. San cannot keep his eyes off at the way it jiggles whenever he lands his palm on it, and it’s driving him up the wall.

He rubs your ass gently, admiring at how the pink tint is gradually flooding your cheeks.

“I-I’m sorry”, you manage to choke out, fighting against the pleasure pulsing in your gradually wet cunt.

San doesn’t answer you, but he yanks your panties off, tossing it somewhere on the couch, you don’t know. You gasp at the cold breeze tickling your bare cunt now. He soaks two fingers in his mouth, and soon you jolt from the feeling of two digits rubbing against your clit.

“S-Sannie”, you mewl, struggling against his grip. He doesn’t relent, or rather, his grip only tightens. “P-please!”

“Count your spankings. One for every way you’ve teased me. We’ll start over from one if you don’t do it right. Is that clear, kitten?”

You whine. Another smack.

“Y-yes”, you spit, this time the sensitivity at whole another notch now that your bare cunt is exposed.

“Good kitty.”

San raises his hand.

Smack.

“One”, you begin, biting the inner of your cheek.

Smack.

“Two…” you trail, once you’re able to relax your hips.

Smack.

For some reason, the third smack had your eyes rolled back. You feel more slick leak, now your inner thighs are so dirty with your juices. It’s beginning to stain San’s lap, but he doesn’t seem to heed attention to it.

“Kitty”, San coos, and another smack echoes through the apartment. “We’re starting over.”

You’re beginning to sob, from how sensitive your ass is getting from all the spanking, and the more he does it, the more you feel your mind about break from good it feels. Your ears are pointed forward.

Smack.

“One.”

Smack.

“T-two.”

Smack.

“Three”, you whimper, trying to lick the drool that pooled at the corner of your lips.

Smack.

“F-four”, You shift uncomfortably, wanting some sort of friction on your clit. It’s getting too much.

Smack.

“F-five”, you sob, your thighs contracting as more slick oozes out of your neglected pussy. You are so unbelievably drenched that your mind has completely gone hazy, and you don’t register the way San is stroking your ass to relive some of the numbness of the sting.

San releases your wrists, and has you sit on his lap while presses gentle kisses on your temple, showering you with praises.

“That’s my good kitty. You took them so well. Did I hurt you too much?” He asks, combing your hair from your face before he wipes the tear stain from your cheeks. Your ears twitch.

You shake your head. If he did, you’d probably stop him, and he would have definitely stopped. A soft smile spreads across your partner’s lips as he cups your cheeks, and you feel all ounces of rationality slip out of your mind when his lips are on yours, and your tail coils around his arm by instinct, your ears completely relaxing in his touch.

You push him back when your lips part from his, and you’re sitting directly on his stiff erection. His shorts are so stained from the mixture of his precum and your dirty juices.

“Hit me more when you’re fucking me stupid, please”, you mutter as you grind softy against his hips, San’s groans filling your sensitive ears.

His fingers press against your hips and his tongue peeks at the corner of his lips.

“Naughty kitty.”

[portgasmalia]

❝𝐒𝐀𝐁𝐀𝐎𝐃𝐘 𝐌𝐎𝐌𝐄𝐍𝐓𝐒 𝐎𝐅 𝐉𝐄𝐀𝐋𝐎𝐔𝐒𝐘❞ ﹙ pairings: law, kid & f!reader ﹚ ﹙ theme: jealousy, smut ﹚ ﹙ info: my current thoughts focus too much on kid & law, can‘t keep the thoughts straight ﹚

❝ 𝐄𝐔𝐒𝐓𝐀𝐒𝐒 '𝐂𝐀𝐏𝐓𝐀𝐈𝐍' 𝐊𝐈𝐃. ❞

﹙ possessiveness, p in v, rough sex, name calling, hair pulling, jealousy like hardcore jealousy ﹚

how kid hated the way you laughed, the way your lips curled towards the corners of your eyes so effortlessly. oh, how much those thoughts turned out to be a lie. the only part of the melodic sound coming from you, kid despised, was who was the reason behind the burst of amusement. sabaody was meant to be the last island before entering the second part of the grand line, the new world. it did not mean to be confronted with the dumbness of another captain. a boy, so young, so naive, and often speaking confusing sentences which tickled a laugh out of most persons. kid did not count as one of them.

his jealousy became the reason of his cruel behavior, skin slapping on skin echoing across the deck of the victoria punk. underarms placed parrallel on the railing, the forehead laid on your wrists. “fucking mine,” the captain behind you groaned, pounding into you harsher. a successful attempt of hiding your face from the passing townsfolk, or any other pirate which already saw your gentle features in daylight and could recognize it in darkness occurred while letting the filthy sounds of pleasure spill from your mouth. but kid wasn't having the disobedience of your actions. his large paw found the back of your head, the calloused fingers grabbing the messed up strands and pulling back. forceful but not painful. “do not dare to hide what i’m doing to you,” kid grunted, punctuating his words with a rather rough thrust. “let those fucking assholes see who’s little slut you are.”

while his words sounded harsh to an outstanding person, kid knew how much you loved his nasty dirty talk. the scenario from the harbor must look discomforting. cherry red dusted over the span of your cheeks, the mouth wide open, needy whines and filthy moans leaving the swollen lips as your body was pressed harshly against the railing. marks on your shoulders and around your waist would stay as a reminder. behind you, the towering shadow of a man. broad shoulders, calloused fingertips pressing deeply into the soft flesh of your hips and the wide, mischievous smirk on kid’s lips accentuated by the bright red of his lipstick. “i hope,” he grunted, the raspy tone coming from deep in his chest. “that elastic boy luffy walks past, and sees me fucking you.“

oh, kid was jealous of goofball luffy. a surprise as you mildly suspected law or zoro.

❝ 𝐓𝐑𝐀𝐅𝐀𝐋𝐆𝐀𝐑 𝐃. 𝐋𝐀𝐖 . ❞

﹙orgasm denial, possessiveness, p in v, choking﹚

throughout the journey across the first half of the grand line, the islands of paradise, the captain of the heart pirates never felt an intense pinch of jealousy. law always knew you started the journey with him, and you would either finish it with him or die by his side. a promise of love. but reaching sabaody archipelago, the last one before the red line, offered other difficulties. after month of seeing other crews failing, law met people as dangerous as him. the worst generation, the eleven supernovas from nine different crews.

while you loved how much you were able to change the cold-hearted demeanor as soon as entering the private rooms of the polar tang, it always caused a glint of pride when law‘s emotionless facade faltered. and it did in front of the auction house. eyebrows furrowed into a deep thrown, thin lips pressed together tightly and his jaw clenched at the sight. your delicate hands, the slender fingers wrapped ever so lightly around the hilt of that mosshead‘s sword. zoro, the vice captain of the straw hat crew. a dumb fool, but his strength was immense. he stood behind you, a hand placed above yours and his rough fingertips graced your soft skin as zoro showed you how to slash and inflict a wound with the sharp blade. inhaling a deep breath, law forced himself to swallow the thoughts of destruction until you reached the polar tang again.

oh, how the anger boiled in law‘s stomach. you never asked him, never questioned the way he carried his sword, never wanted to learn from him. a burning jealousy in his blood, he already planned the downfall of your night. and accepting the offer from the vice captain was the reason for your current position. sprawled out on the captain‘s bed, ass in the air and the legs already shaking from the intensity of law‘s actions. consequences, that was what he called the harsh slaps of his swords sheath against the soft flesh of your cheeks. each time the material connected with your strawberry-freckled ass became a reminder of your wrong‘s. „you‘re mine. fucking mine alone.“ law‘s words were a raspy mess, growls erupting from deeply within his tattooed chest. „can’t wait to fuck you dumb again. you won’t remember that mosshead.“

the sound of him opening his belt rang in your ears, knowing that your punishment reached its peak soon. and yet, you did not regret luring out the possessiveness of law. at least not at this moment until the soreness conquered your exhausted body and closing your legs was not an option.

[bumblesimagines]

i bet your neighbors hate us.

you're wearing my shirt.

Guinevere Beck

you're wearing my shirt.

i bet your neighbors hate us.

Pronouns: They/Them/Their, GN!Reader

The dream of a nice vacation on a warm, sunny beach in a new country waiting to be explored shattered abruptly at the agonizing sound of your alarm blaring in your ear over and over again until you lazily pawed at your phone and somehow managed to silence it. You sighed heavily into your pillow and contemplated sleeping for a few more minutes that would surely turn into a few more hours, but you doubted your friends would appreciate you ditching them for sweet, out-of-reach dreams. 

Lifting your head from the pillow and rubbing a hand over your face, your eyes cracked open when the smell of food slipped into the room. You lived alone and the only people who had copies of your apartment key either couldn't cook or weren't nice enough to. You rolled off your stomach and sat up to give your bedroom a quick scan. 

You first noticed the clothes you'd worn the night before scattered around the floor haphazardly as if they'd been aggressively thrown around. The unfamiliar jeans and shirt stood out to you next, also on the floor alongside a pair of beige sandals and a vibrant red jacket that looked vaguely familiar to the one your sister's friend wore often. The bottle-blonde with pretty eyes and naive enough to believe your sister's other friend vaguely gave a shit about her otherwise known as the lit student your sister had taken under her protective wing.

...Shit. 

Peach would have your head served on a silver platter or worse if she were ever to find out. She'd never been the most rational or level-headed, no matter how hard she tried to come off as put-together, and she'd become rather obsessive over... Bella? Beatrice? Your foggy mind refused to remind you of the aspiring writer's name but it happily reminded you of that time Peach had pulled you aside at a party to borderline threaten you into keeping a friendly distance from Beck because she 'already had one asshole in her life and didn't need another'. You could only pray Brooklyn? kept her lips sealed about the whole ordeal. 

The door creaked open and the blonde poked her head, a smile breaking out on her soft features. "Hey, you're awake! I heard your alarm go off." She laughed airily, and somewhat nervously, before fully stepping into the room and tugging lightly at the shirt that almost covered her bare thighs. 

"You're wearing my shirt." You mumbled in a still drowsy tone. Besty (you were fairly certain her name started with a B) nodded, her cheeks flushing a light pink as she glanced down at the shirt and smoothed it out with the palm of her hands. For a girl you knew too much about- other than her goddamn name- due to your sister's inability to not complain about those close to her, she seemed awfully shy. She'd had her fair share of encounters from what you'd heard and you doubted you'd be the last one-night-stand. 

"I hope you don't mind. It was the first thing I saw when I got up and I didn't want to walk around shirtless." She chuckled and her eyes flickered up to meet yours, her smile turning mischievous. "Unless that's what you're into." Ah, there she was. The Bianca you knew from the countless parties you'd seen her in. Cheeky, sweet, and an overall hot mess that attracted trouble. 

You released a huff of amusement and pushed the covers off to get out of bed and slip on the first pair of pants you got your hands on. "You making something?" You asked, pulling out a shirt from your drawer. 

"Well, I planned on doing sunny-side-up eggs but I always end up burning them so I settled on scrambled instead," Berdie responded with a light shrug, her fingertips raising to toy with the silver necklace around her neck. Her cool and flirty demeanor faltered when you moved closer to her but she quickly covered it up by cupping your face and pressing her lips to yours. Her arms wrapped snugly around your shoulders and she let out a flustered giggle against your lips. 

But the moment felt too intimate, too close and domestic for your liking. With a family like yours, it was best to keep everyone else at arm's length. The Salingers destroyed whatever and whoever got too close, the things around them wilting and rotting at just the lightest touch. People were often ruined beyond salvage over the smallest of things. You'd lost count of how many careers and lives had been ruined by your family over a bruised ego or the slightest hint of rejection. 

Almost as if sensing your hesitance, Brianna pulled back and cleared her throat, tucking a strand of hair behind her reddened ear. "I bet your neighbors hate us. We were... pretty loud."

"The Daltons are too busy traveling Europe and ignoring their kids to care." You reassured her lightly, combing your fingers through her soft, frizzy hair. "I think we should probably talk about this... Guinevere." 

"How many times do I have to tell you to just call me Beck? Guinevere is... a lot." Beck. Close enough. "But, yeah, we should talk."

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Midnight thot for Mona 🌙:

Marc cocked his head, watching you lounge in a patch of sunlight on Steven's ever creased mattress on the floor that he called a bed.

You raised an eyebrow when you noticed him zoned out in your direction, but continued to snack on the box of stuffed chocolate coated dates Jake had gifted you the day before for Eid. He was up to something. You could see it.

"What?" You eventually asked.

"You're not fasting." He said simply.

"What gave it away?" You popped another one in your mouth.

"You're not fasting," he repeated, crouching down onto all fours. "And you're not on your period."

Your face froze halfway into a nervous smile. You shoved the box away, rapidly chewing what you already had. You swallowed.

"And what about it, Sherlock?"

Marc pulled you by the ankles, the flat becoming a blur before the view of the ceiling was replaced by his mischievous grin. "If you're free to eat..." he leaned in closer to whisper in your ear as his hands snaked to your hips, "so am I."

MY GIIIRRRLLLLLL, the way I was blushing and giggling and kicking my feet when I read this I kid you not @melodygatesauthor witnessed it on ft lmfao jfc

okokokokokok 1.5k, NSFW warning: pussydrunk Marc under the cut

He began by kissing the sensitive skin under your ear, lips dragging down your neck as his hands trailed across your hips, teasing the edge of your bottoms. You were embarrassingly wet rather quick, your thighs rubbing together desperate for friction. It had been a long month, and Marc tried his best to keep his paws hands off you as much as he could, but now that he was free to touch, he couldn't hold himself back anymore.

A high pitched keen left your mouth and he froze, mouth hovering right above the collar of your shirt. You froze, eyes wide and trained on the ceiling. You were so needy.

Marc just laughed, he fucking laughed at you, and continued to nuzzle your neck.

"Missed me?"

"You could say that," you replied a little too breathlessly for your liking.

Marc mouthed at your breasts through your top, kissing and leaving wet marks in the thin fabric of Steven's t-shirt.

"Me, too, baby, missed how wet you always are for me."

At that, his hand broke the barrier and reached into your panties, groaning at the mess he found between your legs. You whined at the feeling of his fingers just playing with your folds, not fully giving you what you needed from him.

He pressed his forehead into your sternum and your hands instinctively reached for his hair, threading your fingers through the soft curls and tugging slightly; desperate, so so desperate.

You were fine until he had given you that look, the look that left you almost scared to be at his mercy, not knowing how far he was going to push you, how much he'd make you beg for it, how much he'd want from you. Because he did, he wanted so much, and you couldn't help but want to give everything you had, til your last breath.

"Can't believe I had to wait a whole month just to feel you again," his voice came out muffled against the stupid t-shirt you were still wearing. You wanted to cry when he ripped his hand free from your sleeping bottoms, but before you could beg him for something, anything, he was already up on his knees, pulling them off of you.

"A whole fuckin' month without tasting you," he scoffed. You just stared at him, mouth open as you tried not to let your eyes water from how badly you wanted him.

He wrenched your knees apart on Steven's bed, his t-shirt bunched up right under your breasts, ironically the only thing you had on at this point. You wondered if he was watching, if he could see you dripping.

Marc certainly could. He just stared at your core for too long before saying anything and you'd be lying if you said you could breathe normally.

"Missed the way you smelled, too," he groaned as he swiped his fingers through your slick folds, holding them up in the light and splitting them to see your honey before suckling them.

He bent his head before you could reply, lowering himself to kneel on the floor before you, dragging your hips to the edge of the bed. You tilted your hips up slightly, rendered speechless at the rough edge to his voice but widening your legs like an offering.

The moments between him watching you twitch and pant above him and him actually leaning forward to have the first taste felt like eternity but you didn't break the eye contact, in fear of him making you wait longer.

You let out the breath you had been holding the second his tongue touched your soaked folds, one long, slow lick, the tip of his tongue flicking your clit on the upstroke.

"Ohhhh!"

You didn't realize your hips lifted off the bed until Marc's arm slid around your thigh to hold you down, his other hand pressing divots into the softness of your thigh. His mouth worked over your mound, opening wide and devouring you whole, eyes closing in bliss as your taste hit his senses and moaning into you.

Somehow, his thumb was rubbing soft circles into your hip from where it was slug across your middle while his lips wrapped around your clit, suckling noisily; the juxtaposition of his actions coaxing a pathetic sound from you.

"Almost forgot what you tasted like," his voice rumbled into your waiting core, the vibrations making you drip onto the bedding. Your hands flex in their hold in his hair.

Marc presses his tongue back on you, in you, he's everywhere and it's too much and not enough all at once. He must have unlocked his jaw to be mouthing at you the way he is, and when you chance a look down you see that you were right in your assumption. His eyes snap open when he senses you shifting, meeting your eyes with a dark hunger that makes you quiver and clench.

Lifting his mouth off you after some time, you can see your slick all over his lips, down his chin and a bit of it on his nose from where it was buried in you. The sight alone pulls a sound between a whine and a moan from you, loud in the apartment, causing him to close his eyes on an exhale, almost like he's trying to control himself.

"Gonna stay still for me? Can you do that?"

He says this as he traces your entrance with the two fingers from earlier, the ones he so rudely ripped away from you.

"I asked you a question, need your words, baby."

How the fuck were you expected to answer him with your juices all over his chin?

"Ahh, y-yeah, yes, mhmmm," your voice trailed off as he slowly pressed his fingers inside, the intrusion most welcome after the time apart.

He curled his fingers after sliding in up to his knuckle, raising his eyebrows at your pinched expression. You were so keenly aware of his hands on you, immediately reaching out to grab his free hand when it started to shift against your hips. Marc intertwined your fingers as he began the slow thrust of his fingers, watching his hand moving between your legs, in your soft and wet walls.

Your moans start to fill the room, your hips starting to move of their own accord as his fingers filled you up so perfectly, in time with his thrusts and Marc just watched the whole time, his eyes fixed on you soaking his hand.

"I-I wanna come," you pleaded.

"I know, baby, I know, just-"

He didn't get to finish, his mouth lowering to you again, gathering your slick with his tongue before slurping at your clit. You feel yourself reaching your end, your pussy fluttering over his thick fingers, signalling that you were close, that you were about to gush all over him.

He moaned into you again, squeezing your hand where you were still connected to let you know to come, letting you know he was waiting, his fingers pressing so deep, curling just right-

The pleasure clouded your mind, drowned you underwater, your ears ringing and your vision whiting out. You only knew Marc, and the relief you felt in your core, cascading out of you and right into Marc's waiting lips. He lapped up everything you were giving him, eagerly, hungrily, eyes closed in bliss with you.

You don't know how long you were there for, suspended in that moment of euphoria as he drank all that you offered him, but when you came to he was licking you clean, kissing your pubic bone affectionately afterwards.

You swallowed before attempting to speak, noticing how dry your throat had gotten which got you thinking- oh god, how loud you must've been in your high.

He squeezed your hand again, testing to see if you were okay in classic Marc fashion - imperceptibly.

Your breathing was uneven and heavy, but you were smiling and squeezed his hand back in response. You pulled him toward you by his hand, and he sweetly obliged you, gathering you in his arms on the bed. You nuzzled your face into his chest shyly as he pulled your half-naked body snug against his still dressed one, the hard lines of him grounding you back to yourself.

"'M here, baby, did so good for me," he was speaking low, the vibrations through his chest blanketing your mind, curling around it like an embrace.

Marc adjusted Steven's shirt that you were still wearing, and pulled the comforter around the both of you in case you dozed off. He was so wrapped up in you, both literally and figuratively, that he didn't notice Steven hovering near the forefront of the head-space, eagerly awaiting his turn once you were well rested enough.

The body was itching for a release of its own, and Steven would be damned before he let Marc have all the fun.

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[deancasbigbang]

Title: Cyborg Savior

Author: ValandraWrites

Artist: squirrelofcelestialintent

Rating: Explicit

Pairings: Dean/Castiel Past Castiel/April Past Sam/Jessica

Length: 73000

Warnings: undefined

Tags: Alpha Castiel/Omega Dean Winchester Cyborg Castiel (Supernatural) Dean Winchester makes a deal with Crowley Young Dean Winchester Tattooed Castiel Cage Fighter Castiel Science Fiction EcoPunk

Posting Date: November 6, 2024

Summary: Castiel is an Alpha cyborg with a mysterious and dangerous past. His fists and cybernetic arm have solved almost every problem he's ever faced, except for when it comes to love. After losing the love of his life, he never thought he'd find someone again. Dean is a naive omega fleeing the dying farmlands to forge his own future. The restrictive, traditional community he’d been raised in never prepared him for being an omega in the slums of the city. When Dean makes a deal with Crowley, he doesn't realize he’s sold his soul until a cyborg who scares and intrigues him in equal parts steps in.  Will Castiel be able to save the day, or is he just as dangerous as everyone around them says he is?

Excerpt: Someone slapped Dean on the ass from behind with the cold outline of a metallic hand, and Castiel's cybernetic hand shot out with inhuman speed and clamped around the offending man's neck, metal digits pressing into vulnerable flesh. His blue eyes narrowed to icy slits, a cruel twist to his mouth. He stared the man down with a soul-withering look, not saying a word. The air crackled with barely restrained violence. "S-sorry, Castiel..." the man wheezed, face reddening. "Don't fucking apologize to me, you mongrel," Castiel snarled. "If it were my ass you'd slapped, you'd already be a smear on the floor." The man blanched, struggling futilely against Castiel's unbreakable grip, raw terror in his bulging eyes. "I...I didn't realize he was with you..." "Doesn't matter. I'm talking to him, aren't I? Keep your rusty paws to yourself unless you've paid for the privilege. Now apologize to him." "Sorry...won't happen again..." the man gasped out. Castiel's penetrating gaze shifted to Dean, and molten heat flooded Dean's chest, rising up his neck to his face. Castiel's hardened expression softened, his head tilting slightly. "Do you accept his apology, Dean?" "What? Oh, uh, yeah, it's fine. No harm done," Dean managed, pulse pounding in his ears. He felt flayed open, exposed, under the intensity of Castiel's stare. Those mercurial blue eyes shifted from sky to sapphire, taking Dean's breath away. With a dismissive shove to the shoulder, Castiel released the man. "Get the fuck out of my sight." His voice dripped with disdain. "Thanks," Dean said, trying for levity. "Maybe you should be my bodyguard all night." His joke fell flat as Castiel glared at him, eyes raking over Dean's body. Shame and desire warred within Dean. The muscle in Castiel's neck throbbed in time with Dean's racing heart. "Got a problem with your job? Take it up with Crowley. Otherwise, put those pretty bow legs to work." Castiel's words were gruff, but his heated gaze lingered on Dean's form appreciatively. Bending down, Castiel grabbed Dean's discarded drinks tray. He started to hand it over before snatching it back out of reach, a mischievous glint in his eye. "What do I get in return?" His eyes dipped hungrily to Dean's parted lips. Dean licked his lips nervously, noting how Castiel's eyes tracked the movement. "A sincere and heartfelt thank you?" His voice came out huskier than intended. Dean tried to look away, but he was entranced by Castiel's wide, sensual lips, and the tantalizing lines of metal and gearing that disappeared under his shirt, hinting at mysteries underneath.

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Composition

Day 5. Song is Stripped by Depeche Mode, modern AU Doephael.

'Having trouble, little sorceress?'

Doe ground her teeth, refused to look at the devil now perched beside her in her studio. 'No. I'm trying to get the right composition for this photograph and you're just a distraction. Go away.'

'Surely you have a more vivid subject than this...' he trailed off, gesturing out the window at the autumn landscape. 'Put your talents to use!' He tapped her on the forehead with a finger, smiling knowingly. 'You're a smart little thing. Think! If you really want to create true art, it must be provocative, controversial even, beauty taken to extremes.'

'And?' Doe raised a brow at him. 'How are you going to help with that?'

He examined her shrewdly, looking entirely out of place in her scruffy studio in his crisp suit, top buttons of his shirt undone, usually swept back hair falling into golden brown eyes. 'Hmm. I think you need to be the subject, actually.'

'But then it's not my work.'

'Of course it is!' He cast around for something, alighting on dust sheets in the corner. 'I'm hoping this is what I think it is- aha!'

With a flourish, he unveiled a full length mirror.

'Come here,' he said, beckoning. She scowled.

'You know I hate being told what to do.'

'Fine.' He rolled his eyes. 'Come here, please.'

She hopped off the stool, approaching cautiously. 'What's your plan?'

'Stand here.' He took her by the shoulders, moved her with ease in front of him. One hand drifted to her hip, squeezed- a possessive gesture that made her narrow her eyes at him in the mirror, huffing an exasperated sigh.

'I'm supposed to be working, not being pawed at, Raphael.'

'You'll get your photo, impatient girl. How attached to this shirt are you?'

'I'm not, it's just an old work- hey!' She bristled as he tore it from her shoulder; it hung raggedly off her, baring neck and collarbone. 'What the hells was that for?'

'Art,' he said simply. 'Allow me the vision, if you would.'

'Stop mauling my clothes,' she grumbled.

'But you're adorable when you're mad at me,' he said, pressing a kiss to her cheek.

'I'm adorable all the time.'

He huffed a laugh. 'Brat.'

'Focus,' she chided.

The hand on her hip crumpled the fabric of her skirt, exposing her upper thigh. His other hand slid beneath her rib cage. 'Hmm. Something's missing.' He slid that hand upwards until he held her jaw, turned it to kiss her mouth hard. She gasped when he bit and pulled back to examine her critically; her lips were swollen and rosy, cheeks flushed. 'Better.' His hand returned to her abdomen, and he turned her to face the mirror, mouth descending to her bare shoulder. 'Now,' he said, between kisses. 'Take your photo.'

'But the camera-'

'Is a meta commentary,' he said.

'Do you have an answer for everything?'

'Yes. Now take your photo, brat.'

She raised the camera and he shifted his stance, pushing a knee between her thighs. Caught off balance, she leaned back into his solid chest and hungry mouth, snapped the photo with her polaroid.

'Let me see,' said Raphael, taking the photo and examining it. 'Look. See?' He showed her, the pair of them looking right at the camera, his eyes daring as he kissed her skin, hers lit up, her mouth slightly open; the overall effect was that they'd been caught by an outside observer.

'This is going to make people uncomfortable,' she said, frowning. 'It's so... I don't know. Voyeuristic.'

'Yes,' he said, voice a mischievous purr. 'That was the point...' his lips grazed the shell of her ear, voice dropping to a growl. 'To show the world you're mine, and mine alone.'

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[monster-disaster]

[chimera] Lord Elohim +1

chimera!Lord Elohim x human!Reader Good to know: smut

Original Request Request: Could you write something smutty with Lord Elohim, pls

“We should be at home before night falls,” Hara says, breaking the silence. His voice mingles with the rhythmic creaking of the wheels as the carriage bounces along the uneven road. The storm from last night has left the path rough and messy, making the journey more challenging than usual.

Your gaze is on the window, following the passing scenery. The landscape is a vast stretch of green field, with occasional buildings dotting the distance close to the horizon. Tall trees line the road. Their thick branches form a canopy overhead, only allowing thin slivers of sunlight to filter through the lush leaves.

“The night is still far away,” you reply with a heavy sigh.

“Are you in a hurry, my wife?” Lord Elohim asks with a smile playing on his lips at your impatience. His sharp canines glint in the dim light. “I didn’t realize I was such dull company.”

Tearing your eyes away from the landscape, you offer your husband a small smile, tinged with a hint of guilt. “Of course not. I’m just… It’s been such a long day, and I really wish for a nice dinner and a comfortable bed.”

He reaches over with his large, paw-like hand to cover yours in a comforting squeeze. “We’ll get there soon,” he assures you. His eyes are warm and comforting. “Is there anything I can do while we wait? You can try to sleep, you know. I won’t mind.”

“You know I can’t sleep on the road.” As if on cue, the carriage hits another bump, making you wince. “See? Absolutely horrible.”

“My poor, suffering wife,” he teases with a mischievous glint in his amused gaze.

“You are horrible too, Hara Elohim!” You groan, playfully swatting his arm before turning back to the window with an exaggerated huff. Your husband's laughter fills the carriage. It's a rich sound that never fails to lift your spirit, and you have to force yourself to keep your smile off your face.

The road continues to wind through the countryside. The green fields dotted with wildflowers sway gently in the warm summer breeze. The thick canopy of the towering trees rocks back and forth in sync with them. The scent of earth and blooming nature fills the air, mingling with the faint aroma of rain lingering from last night’s storm.

What you don’t notice is the mischievous glint in your husband's eyes and the way his lips curve into a smug curve as he continues to watch you. As he looks at you, his mind races with images and scenarios, each one better than the last.

“There is something we could do,” he says after a while. “You know, to make your travel more enjoyable.”

You raise an eyebrow suspiciously. “What do you have in mind?”

His smile widens while tugging on the curtains. The fabrics fall into place, cloaking you both in a cocoon of shadow.

“Hara?” you ask, his name tinged with curiosity.

The silence that follows your question makes your heart beat a little faster as you await his next move. You know that look. The burning intensity in his irises kindles a flutter of excitement deep in your lower belly. It makes your thighs clench instinctively, and your fingers begin to fidget with a nervous energy. The air between you thickens with anticipation. Each subtle shift in his gaze sends a wave of warmth through you.

"Hara?" you repeat.

"You have to be quiet," he warns. His voice is low and amused. His long fingers curl around one of your ankles, lifting it gently until you fall back into your seat with a surprised gasp. He moves swiftly, pushing your dress and underclothes aside with practiced ease. His touch is warm and steady, caressing your skin up and down on your leg.

"What are you doing?" you manage to ask, though your voice trembles with a mix of confusion and excitement.

"I’m making sure my wife is comfortable," the chimera replies, pressing his lips softly to your exposed ankle. The heat of his breath against your skin makes you shiver. His kisses are tender and deliberate, traveling slowly up your leg until your clothes pool around your waist. Your fingers tremble as you grip the light fabric.

You know you shouldn't surrender to his desires so easily. The thought of his men potentially seeing or hearing you outside causes your face to flush, but it's not enough for you to stop him. The tight coil in your lower belly burns too hot to stop him.

"Hara!" you gasp as you feel his lips brush against your inner thigh. His whiskers tickle your skin. You instinctively try to sit up, but he holds you firmly in place, not budging even the slightest.

"Hara!"

"Open up for your husband, Mrs. Elohim," he commands softly, falling to his knees between your legs. The carriage barely gives him enough space between the seats facing each other, but he makes it work. He is stubborn like that.

"We shouldn't…" you start, but he silences you with a hungry gaze and an insistent touch. His fingers dig into your thighs, which feel like silk beneath his grip.

"Shh," the male hums. His voice is a low, teasing murmur that ripples through your spine. "Remember to keep quiet, my love," he warns with a grin. His eyes are dark with desire as he looks up at you for a brief moment before turning his full attention back to your already damp heat.

Adjusting your legs over his shoulders, he moves with ease. His hands slip beneath you, groping the soft flesh of your bottom while his lips graze teasingly over your folds. Even his breath alone makes you quiver with anticipation. His tongue eagerly sweeps up your folds, tasting your wetness with a groan of pleasure. The deep sound of his enjoyment blends with the sharp slap of your hand over your mouth as you try to stifle a gasp. Your eyes are wide with a mix of shock and pleasure, and each rapid breath causes your breasts to heave, almost spilling from your dress. Your new necklace dangles between the soft globes, catching the dim light that filters through the gap between the curtains. Under his tongue, you are warm and yielding. Your juices gather and soak into his lips.

"Hara!" His name is muffled through your palm. Your thighs tremble on his shoulders, tightening around his head. He can feel each quiver and twitch of your muscles as he laps over your folds and flicks your clit. The rough texture of his tongue strikes across your body.

Every throaty moan and gasp that escapes your lips fuels his desire. The view of you, eyes shut and lips parted in pleasure, makes his cock twitch with anticipation. The groan that rumbles from his chest travels directly to the tight knot of pleasure in your belly. His mouth closes around your clit, sucking eagerly on the sensitive bud. Your legs automatically close around his head, and his finger finds its way to your tight opening. Your walls pulse around his digits, pleading for more. You stretch and moan around him, wiggling your hips with an impatient whine.

"Oh, god!" you groan, letting your head fall back against the headrest. "Don’t stop, please!" Your hand, which was gripping your skirt, moves to his head. Your fingers tangle in his thick mane as you pull him closer. You grind your hips against his skilled mouth, feeling the warmth of his tongue lapping up your wetness before returning to your clit with relentless focus.

You struggle to stifle your scream. Your throat aches as you try to keep the sounds of your moans deep in your chest. His fingers curl and stroke inside you, finding every spot that causes your entire body to tremble with the intensity he is stirring within you. The tight knot in your stomach snaps, sending waves of pleasure through your muscles. You bite down on your palm to muffle your cries, but the slight pain only heightens the ecstatic rush that floods through your body, burning your veins.

Meanwhile, your husband feasts and slurps on your climax with a deep purr rumbling in his chest, and you have to push him away to collect yourself and get some breath.

"No, no, no, wife," he grins up at you, one of his fingers already dipping back into your fluttering, drenched pussy. "The night is still far away, and I'm famished."

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Ked Photos

A Sonic Unbreakable Bond Fic

Tails goes through Sonic’s phone and is embarrassed to find millions of photos of him.

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Skyblue8: Hi

Kit: Hi Tails : )

It was just another lazy day at the Hedgehog/Prower residence. Sonic had just gotten home from a week-long adventure, and Tails, as usual, wouldn't leave his brother's side after being away from him so long.

And that's how the two found themselves scrawled over on either side of the couch together. Sonic flipped the page of his book as Tails stretched out some more, resting his feet in his brother's lap and his head on the arm of the couch.

He yawned as he tapped on his Miles Electric some more, a mischievous grin on his face.

Skyblue8: wyd?

Kit: nothin' u?

Skyblue8: hanging with dork older brother

Skyblue8: don't tell him, but I'm the one who sent Amy flowers in his name

Kit: lol

He ignored his feet moving as Sonic shuffled around underneath him.

Kit: nice

Skyblue8: you wanna sneak out tonight and toilet paper houses?????

Skyblue8: my brother sleeps like a hog. he won't notice

Kit: IDK...

Skyblue8: I'll let you fly the tornado

Kit: :O deal

Kit: Meet you at 10

"You know I can see your messages, right?" Tails' dinner plate wide eyes snapped to Sonic, who had put down his book and was now holding his phone, scrolling down at a familiar chat log.

Shit. Shit. Shit.

A month ago, Sonic had hired some other tech wiz (Tails sure as hell wouldn't have done it) to install parental controls in the Miles Electric after what happened last time. Tails shuddered, remembering how mad Sonic had been over what happened last time. And now his brother could, among other things, see all of his chat logs.

He had meant to make something that could bypass it. He had meant to make some code between him and his friends. Sonic wouldn't think anything of it that way when they communicated their plans. But he hadn't. And now he was in deep shit.

"Uhh," He wracked his brain for an excuse. What good was having an I.Q. Of three hundred if he can't come up with a good excuse at the top of his head. "We were joking?"

Sonic held out his paw, "Come on, ked. Give it." Tails groaned and handed him the Miles Electric.

"What am I supposed to do nowwww?" He whined, huffing and crossing his arms.

"Well," Sonic put a paw to his chin as if thinking. "You could watch TV- Oh wait, you're grounded from that too." Tails stuck his tongue out at him and shuffled his feet in his brother's lap.

"You're such a pain."

"Yeah, I know," Sonic replied nonchalantly, grabbing his book from the coffee table.

"Whatever, Imma take a nap."Tails turned so that his muzzle was in the crook of the couch, blocking out the light from the living room. He felt Sonic gently push his feet down from where they had lifted to his chest.

He felt Sonic gently petting his tail as his mind drifted away into slumber.

—————

Tails woke up to the sprinkling of the shower echoing from the bathroom in the hall. He turned; face pressed against the couch cushion with a groan, disappointed to find the lap his feet had been laying on to be gone, replaced by a warm spot.

He got up and crawled over to the other side of the couch, curling his body around the circle of warmth. Grumbling when he felt cold glass pressed against his side.

Getting up to glare at the perpetrator that interrupted his precious slumber, the familiar sight of Sonic’s deep blue phone greeting him.

The mischievous grin Sonic was always wary of crept over Tails’ muzzle. He turned the phone on, no lock screen, figures. Smiled at the Home Screen of him, Sonic, Amy, and Knuckles hanging out under a palm tree.

He tapped into messages and onto Knuckles’ contact. His eyes scroll through the previous messages, nothing but sending each other coordinates and the occasional message from Sonic checking in on him. Tails rolled his eyes, board then his grin widened when he tapped on the keyboard.

Sonic: Hi Knux

Sonic: I have a confession. I’ve always had a HUGE crush on you.

Sonic: wanna go out sometime?

Some dots appeared as Knuckles started typing, Tails was lucky enough to contact him during his downtime when he would be checking his phone.

Knux: wtf

Knux: have you been possessed?

Sonic: no just really wanna date you <3

Some more dots appeared and then disappeared. He deleted the evidence and blocked Knuckles so Sonic wouldn't figure out what’s happening until it’s too late. Tails chuckled to himself. That was sure to get Rogue knocking down their door later.

Next was Shadow. Tails couldn’t figure out what to text him so he opened up the gallery, expecting to find some sort of embarrassing photo to send him. He's sure the dark hedgehog would appreciate that, might even make him smile for once.

But when he looked through the photos, he found something completely different. A familiar yellow-orange kit with white-tipped tails filled the screen, eyes shut, a blanket draped over him, paws wrapped around the orange fox plush Amy had gotten him for Christmas. The one he only ever slept with when he was sure Sonic was away or in deep sleep to hide from the embarrassment.

Tails gasped at the betrayal. His own brother. Took an embarrassing photo of him while he was unconscious and helpless.

He rolled his eyes and swiped to the next one. This time Tails was scrawled over his desk, head in his arms and tails wrapped around him like a blanket.

Another swipe. This time Tails was in Sonic’s lap, curled up with his muzzle in his brother’s chest.

Another swipe. He’s in bed again with the blanket knocked onto the floor, he’s sleeping with his mouth just barely open, tongue out slightly. Blepping is what it’s called. Something he'd only seen pictures of cats on the internet do. It took all his willpower not to delete this particular photo.

Another swipe. He’s stretched on a checkered picnic blanket on the beach. A beige arm coming out from behind him, two fingers above his head making bunny ears, pink quills barely visible on the edge of the photo. Amy too? The betrayal! The audacity! The outrage!

Huh, Amy was right, he was picking up Sonic's dramatic flair.

He kept swiping right. Almost the entire gallery was just pictures of him sleeping, his fur got browner the further back he went. A few of him awake looking mildly annoyed which he vaguely remembered, more of him blepping, and even fewer of just the two of them or all of his friends together hanging out.

He scrolled until he couldn’t scroll anymore. The last/first picture is a dirty fur-matted kit sleeping in an oversized sleeping bag. It was four years old. God, you’d think Sonic would upgrade his phone after four years.

Just as he was about to set the phone down, the bathroom door slammed open. Sonic came out, shaking the water out of his fur, walking over to the living room whistling.

“At least the ked’s getting some actual rest right now. God knows he needs it the way he overworks himself.” He grumbled as he scrolled over to the couch, eyes widening at the very awake fox who had his phone in his paw.

“Is that my phone?”

“Nooo.”

He put his paw out, “Give it.” There was that authoritative voice again, commanding his poor little brother to his every whim.

Tails grumbled and handed it over, then crossed his arms. “Why is your gallery full of pictures of me sleeping?”

Sonic’s ears perked up alarmed, “Ummmm…”

“Why huh? Is this a blackmail scheme? Because I’ll let you know I have way worse things on you- “

“What? No! I take them because I think it’s cute." Then he got nervous, "Wait what do you have on me- "

“Kinda creepy Sonic.” Tails scolded, ignoring the previous question.

“Don’t tell me what’s creepy Mr. send our mutual friend flowers in my name.”

“Hey, I'm just saying," He teased, "I don’t take photos of you sleeping.”

“Well, that’s different.”

“How?” Oh, he was going to have fun listening to this explanation.

Sonic grumbled something under his breath that Tails barely caught, “What was that?” He turned his ear towards him.

“ ‘Cause you’re my ked.”

“Excuse me?”

“You’re my ked, Tails.”

“I’m your brother, not your child.”

“Sure, but I’m also kind of your only parental figure.”

“Am not!”

“Tails, I literally grounded you a few hours ago.” Tails grumbled. Wait, a few hours? How long had he been asleep?

Then Sonic moved his paw to scratch that special spot underneath Tails’ ear making him reflexively move his foot to scratch himself.

“Hey!” He reached over to move Sonic’s paw, who just chuckled. “I’ve known you since you were four. I practically raised you.”

“Yeah, but you were eleven.”

“And if I’d been any older, I’d tell people I was your dad.”

The kit’s eyes softened, “You would?” Someone actually cared enough to want to be his parent? He guessed if that someone would be anyone, I’d be Sonic. Still, it was surprising.

Sonic wrapped his arm around his brother and lifted him up to his chest. “Sure would.” Then he blew raspberries into the kit’s forehead like he used to when the kid was even younger. Tails screeched, giggling, kicking at Sonic until he dropped him back on the couch.

The kit smoothed down his fur and then looked at Sonic, an idea forming in his head. “…Do you want me to help you put these on a cloud?”

“Sure, ked.” He ruffled Tails’ head, ignoring the look the kit gave him since he just fixed his fur.

Then Sonic squinted his eyes and tapped his foot as Tails realized he was thinking about something. “Wait a second…did you do anything else with my phone?”

“Noooo.” Tails said innocently, clutching his paws behind his back with his fingers crossed. His older brother sighed, giving up. “Guess I’ll find out later.”

“Mhhmm.” He looked away, ears folding back guilty as thought about how mad Knuckles and Rogue were going to be. How confused Sonic was going to be. His brother seemed to notice as he crossed his arms and rolled his eyes.

“I am so putting a Lock Screen on my phone.”

“We both know I’d hack that in less than a minute.”

“True, true.” Sonic laced down on the couch, dropping his back over Tails as the kit scrambled to get out from underneath him. “Hey!”

Tails huffed, “Can I have my Miles Electric now?”

“Fine. But no chatting, especially with Kit.” Tails rolled his eyes, Sonic never liked the fennec for some weird reason. Maybe because he'd tried to kill them? But then again, a lot of their friends have tried in the past.

“Deal.” He said, fully intending to anyway. Then the kit flew up to the high shelf where he knew Sonic had hidden everything he had taken away from his brother. He grabbed his device and sat himself back on the couch. Wedging himself between the cushions and Sonic, laying halfway on his brother’s chest. His heartbeat resting against his right ear.

He felt his brother wrap an arm around him before the room was full of loud sleeping noises. Tails could swear Sonic did it on purpose, only snoring at home just to annoy him.

He scrolled through his device and tapped onto Fall Guys, fully intending to play it until he drifted off to sleep as he had been doing lately when a thought popped into his head. He’d installed a camera on the Miles Electric months ago thinking he might need it on a mission, he never had but this was the perfect chance to put it to use.

He slowly sat up and pointed it at his sleeping older brother. Turning off the flash before snapping a photo. It was only fair after all.

[feyhunter78]

"You Know Other Men??"

So I based this off that one incorrect HOTD quote that goes:

Reader: "You are the most jealous man I know."

Aemond: "You know other men??"

You ran your hands through your hair, beyond frustrated, as you watched Aemond clean the blood from his sword. You had not been married for very long, but your courtship had been nearly a year, so you believed you understood Aemond’s moods quite well. Clearly you were mistaken.

“You seem upset, dear wife.” He remarked, glancing up at you, blood splattered across his face.

“Upset? Do I really?” You asked mockingly, your voice high-pitched and strained.

“Yes, you are doing that thing where you smile, but you are actually quite angry.” He said, a mischievous smile on his perfectly pink lips.

You want to strangle him, you want to kiss him, gods perhaps you would do both. “You did not have to kill Lord Edwin.”

Aemond raised an eyebrow. “You are my wife, it is my duty to defend your honor.”

“He was merely informing me that my skirt had been torn.” You protested; eyes wide in disbelief.

Aemond finished cleaning his sword and set it on a nearby table, turning fully to face you. “Why was he looking near your skirts at all? He was aware you were a married woman; his eyes should not linger below your chin.”

It’s maddening how good he looks covered in blood, and you have to restrain yourself from grabbing him and dragging him back to your shared chambers.

“He was being kind. Just like Sir Dorin, Lord Balter and that barkeep in Fleabottom, all were merely being kind.”

Aemond stepped closer to you, tilting your chin up with one finger. “Sir Dorin was clearly lusting after you, I caught Lord Balter pawing at your bodice, and that barkeep was intentionally trying to get you intoxicated so that he could have his vile ways with you.”

“Sir Dorin was assigned to protect me, Lord Balter was simply admiring my necklace, which he intended to purchase a duplicate of for his betrothed, and the barkeep was only giving me drinks because you were paying for them.” You counted off the explanations on your fingers, eyes fixed on Aemond.

His smoldering gaze was slowly chipping at your anger, and when his hand came up to grasp your waist, fingers splayed, your breathing picked up.

“I hear no reason for why they should have lived.” He said simply, dipping his head, his nose brushing along your cheek, voice low and vibrating through you.

“Aemond.” You sputtered, flabbergasted at the way he could so easily circumvent your words while smoothly disarming your anger with the barest touch.

“Y/N.” He purred, lips brushing against yours. “Do not be angry with me, sweet wife, I cannot help but be protective. You are so beautiful, and I know if you were married to another, I would stop at nothing to steal you away from him.”

Your face was hot, your resolve all but crumbling, as you felt yourself lean into his touch. “How far would you go for me, my love?”

Aemond’s hand gently cupped the back of your neck, lips against yours as he spoke. “I would kill for you, y/n, you know this. You have seen this.”

You toyed with the lapels of his coat. “But if I was not yours, what would you do?”

He meshed his lips fully with yours in a searing kiss, the hand on your waist like a vice grip, as he skillfully took you under the taste of mint on his tongue, so unique and so Aemond. Ever the man of duty, he was always presentable, always in perfect condition. Never did you find his appearance unpleasant, even now when he was covered in an innocent man’s blood, you craved his skin against yours, pushing yourself flush against him, uncaring if your dress got ruined.

“I would hunt you and your husband down, captivate you with my words and actions, take you to my chambers and make you see stars over and over until you forgot your wretched husband ever existed.” He said, pressing heated kisses to your skin.

“But I would still be married.” You reminded him.

“I would take you in front of your husband, let him see how his wife writhes on my cock, how she begs for the pleasure only I can give her.” He growled.

You whimpered at his words and squeezed your thighs together.

He smirked, his fingers caressing your clothed side, gently creating a confusing mix of emotions to bubble within you. “Then after you finished, babbling my name, too cockdrunk to form a proper sentence, I would make sure he saw as I seeded you. Make him watch as I ensure that my son takes root within you.”

“Yes,” you breathed out, hand fisted in his tunic. Your chest brushed against his as your breathing turned rapid, your pupils blown wide with lust.

“Then I would kill him, feed him to Vhagar and bring you home.” He finished, pressing a sweet kiss to your clavicle.

You blink in confusion as he pulls away, an unbothered expression on his face. “I think you are the most jealous man I know.” You said, hand still clinging to his tunic.

Aemond hummed lowly, his eye roaming your face. “You know other men?”

You rolled your eyes and playfully smacked his chest. “As if you did not know. Their blood is on your sword, dear husband.”

“Better their blood on my sword, then their hands upon your skin.” He responded, shrugging as he fought back a smile.

“You are insufferable.” You said, shrieking with laughter when he swept you into his arms and kissed you.

“And you are lovely.” He said, connecting your lips once more, you both smiling into the kiss.

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