#not to mention that it completely pull me out of the book and the fantasy aspect of it

[babaroqa]

i hate you i hate you i hate you

[cherryc1nnam0n]

You entered the wrong house, pretty boy! | Ghostface!Ethan Landry x FEM!Reader

Based on this poll I did, we have this masterpiece

Summary: Ethan made a big mistake by entering your house, a Ghostface fan

Cw: Dub con, P in V sex, unprotected, creampie, he resists at first but then gives in, virgin!Ethan, Ghostface!Ethan, mask kink, riding, mirror sex, recording while having sex, multiple orgasms, excessive cum, overstimulation, spit, knife mentions, rough sex, hair pulling, oral (male receiving), ball play

It was late at night, almost 1 am and you were still awake, sitting on your bed reading a book, when something coming from your living room startled you

"What the?" You said getting up to go investigate, a sandal on your hand, pure instinct

When you reached the place where the noise had come from you saw nothing, just your cat licking her paw

"Callie, you scared me" you whisper yelled at her and she blinked slowly at you "Awe"

You turned around and where met with a masked figure, he tilted his head and pulled out his knife

"Why you up so late?" He asked in a weird voice

"I-I" he started to walk and corned you against a wall, placing the knife against your throat, which made you moan

"What?" He asked genuinely concerned

"Oh what you thought I would be scared?" You said defiantly and he just stood there "Baby, this is having the reaction you least expect" you said squeezing your thighs

He looked down and breathed heavily, where you aroused by this? Where the hell is he?

"Wait, aren't you Britney?" You shook your head "Oh shit, my bad I-"

"What? You were supposed to be in someone else's house?" He nodded, feeling like an idiot "Awwwe, it's okay baby, I'll take good care of you" you said begining to walk into him

"W-wait, hold on, lemme just-" he tripped against your coffee table falling backwards, he tried crawling to the door but you grabbed his foot and began dragging him to your room "Hold on wait! No!"

"Oh you're not going anywhere baby, you entered the wrong house, pretty boy!"

He screamed while you dragged him away into your room, finally inside you ran to close the door and lock it, he backed away from you and you looked at him with hungry eyes

"This has been my fantasy for so long" you licked your lips, scanning him

He was tall, broad even, but you didn't really care about who he was, you just wanted him to fuck you, or you to fuck him

"What is wrong with you?" He asked concerned

"Many things" you said taking your shirt off, boobs falling off freely "Now give me your cock"

He screamed again and you tackled him into the bed, hurrying to lift off his robe so you could free his cock, under it there were pajama pants, so cute, you easily found his mid hard cock, maybe from when he saw your tits

"It's big, I'm gonna have fun with it" you said smacking his dick against your face, he breathed heavily as he saw you play with his cock

You started to suck his dick, it was uncut so you pulled the skin back to suckled his head, he began to moan and grabbed the sheets, bucking his hips up into your mouth, your other hand freed his balls so you could play with them, his breath hitched and he started whining

"Please, please" he said under the mask, you could hear his breath heavy

Your mouth went down to suck his right ball into your mouth, looking up at him while you did so, his head fell back as he finally came all over himself and your face, he came a lot so you just kept pumping him dry for it

"Fuck, stop stop too much, ahh"

You finally released his cock with a pop, licking your lips clean from his cum

"You taste good baby"

You climbed on top of him, removing your pajama shorts and sitting completely naked on top of him, you grinded onto his dick making him whine again, he really liked to do that huh?

"You're a whiney man, you really that desperate?" He nodded

"I'm a virgin" he said lowly and you chuckled

"I can tell" you said to his ear

You grabbed his cock and guided it onto your entrance, sinking down making him hiss and whine, cursing under his breath

"Feels good right?"

He nodded desperately, his hands finding your hips, squeezing so hard he would leave marks

You started bouncing on him, his eyes rolling back behind his head, you bit your lip throwing your head back, your hips moving sexily on top of him, his masked figure was turning you on so much but you were curious of who he was, so taking advantage of him being in pure bliss, you lifted his mask until you took it off entirely, revealing none other than your crush Ethan Landry

"Ethan? I knew you were weird but a killer? And Ghostface? Wow"

"Fuck, don't tell anybody"

"Or what? You gonna kill me? Don't think so" you clenched around him purposely "If you don't kill me, you can fuck me whenever you want"

"I-I, fuck, you feel so good" his eyes rolled back

You kept going faster on him until you felt the familiar tingling of an orgasm, his hand was rubbing your clit while you held onto his thighs so you could roll your hips against him, the tatch of hair at his base rubbing against your clit deliciously

"I'm cumming, gonna cum fuck!" You said orgasming on top of him

He held your hips and thrusted up into you, your tits bouncing as he did so, finally releasing inside you with a loud whine

He fell limp on your bed, his breath erratic as he kept jerking from cumming, he took like 2 minutes to finish cumming

"Wow..." Was all you could say after that

His dick fell off your pussy when he grew soft again, his cum flooding out of you, coating his base and his thighs, running down his ass, his breath hitched when he felt that

"What? You done pretty boy? I thought you could take more than that"

He looked at you, then took a deep breath and sat up, kissing you deeply, his tongue shoving into your mouth, his hand held the back of your neck and while his other grabbed your ass cheek

"I have an idea"

Now in front of your mirror you held your phone up while your chest was against your carpet, your ass jiggling with every thrust Ethan gave you, his hands holding onto your hips, you were recording the whole thing from a beautiful angle that showed hos good he was fucking you, his mask was back on his face, he tilted it as he looked into the mirror, enjoying the view

"Fuck, you like that pretty girl? Like being fucked by a murderer?" You moaned at him "Answer me, bitch!" His voice changer was on as he said that

His left hand grabbed your hair and yanked you back, you moaned from it, eyes rolling back

"Yes I fucking love it, don't stop"

"Good girl"

The skin slapping noises were so loud you thought you would wake up your neighbors, but you couldn't care much because of how good Ethan was making you feel

He reached for his mask and pulled it up until only his mouth was visible, spitting a fat glob onto your ass letting it drip to your pussy, adding extra wetness into his fucking

His cock was hitting your g spot on every move, he was big, uncut and fat, just perfect, and he knew how to use it

"Fuck I'm cumming, I'm fucking cumming!" You said drooling at the mouth as your second orgasm barreled in

"Good girl baby, fucking cum all over my cock"

With a few sloppy thrusts he finally came again, coating your insides with his warm cum for a second time that night, he massaged your ass as he kept rutting softly into you to keep cumming

"All nice and stuffed baby, so good" he said smacking your ass

Turns out it wasn't that big of a mistake to break into your house...

[mochie85]

As part of your 1k celebrations I would like to submit the following prompt for consideration 😁♥️ feel free to bend it to your will.

Your colleague Loki finds himself in your rooms at Stark Tower for (fairly) innocent reasons.

You arrive back unexpectedly. He hides, at first.

✨✨

Fairly Innocent

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A/N: I apologize, with my whole heart, that it has taken me this long to finish this request. So long, that I have reached a new milestone since this request was made. But I hope you enjoy it. Pairing: Loki x Female Reader Word Count: 3.5k Warnings: Explicit. Smut, hand job, oral (female receiving), slight DOM vibes, voyeurism, shower scene, mention of 'toys'. Happy ending. Dividers by: @firefly-graphics

Your room was dark and cold. The curtains were shut leaving a small sliver of light shining from the cityscape outside. There was a stillness in the air from being untouched the last two weeks. “Now, where did she put you?” Loki hummed while looking around your room. He wandered in, using the access code you had given him. His prying eyes scanned and noted how orderly you left your room. And even after some time away, the room still smelled like you. Like citrus blooms on a winter morning.

Loki lent you some practice daggers a while ago and was keen to get them back. They were dull and lightweight. Perfect for beginner enthusiasts like the Widow, who wanted to add a new skill to her ledger. Whom Loki had promised to train, alongside you, in Asgardian combat.

Loki rummaged through your bookshelves, thinking you might have stashed them along with your books and souvenirs from your travels. He knew you loved to read. Your voracious appetite for mysteries and novels rivaled his own. He noted Robert Frost and Agatha Christie situated alongside the many romance novels.

Peculiar, he thought. He’d never known you to be interested in such fiction. You two had always discussed classic literature or Asgardian poetry. A Cheshire grin appeared on his face as he took a book with brightly colored Post-it notes sticking out of the top pages. He opened the paperback to a dog-eared page that was clearly read and reread extensively.

Lucy moaned as Cade’s fingers dipped inside her wet pussy. Trills of pleasure ran up her spine, making her unable to stand any longer. He gently stroked her as he whispered on her neck, “Don’t fight it, baby. Let go for me.”

Loki shut the book closed with wide eyes and a wider grin on his face. “Well, well, well. Who knew that the Avenger’s little darling liked to read smut?!” He said to himself looking at the volumes of romance books you had. He was quite impressed by your ability to surprise him. He thought he had you figured out. He might have to tease you about this when you return from your mission.

Loki searched your closet next, but he couldn’t find the daggers. He combed through hangers of clothing and shelves of shoe boxes till he stumbled upon several silk bags with rope tie enclosures. One bag had the length and shape of the daggers he was searching for. How sweet of her to care for the daggers and stash them in a silk purse. Loki opened the bag and reached in but was again surprised at what he found.

He pulled out a black, patent leather collar with a gold buckle. Glistening under the bright closet light, was a heart-shaped tag, hanging from the center. The name ‘Darling’ was inscribed in cursive. Stunned, Loki looked inside the sateen bag and pulled out what he mistook for his daggers- a short, riding crop that matched the patent leather of the collar. Hanging from the handle was a gold chain that had a tag etched, ‘Darling’s Master.’

An intrusive fantasy came unbidden in his mind. It was of you on all fours, with the collar adorning your neck and him standing behind you rubbing the tip of the crop against your dripping heat. “What other deliciousness are you hiding, my dear?” he whispered as he stowed the collar and whip and reached for another silk purse. Every bag he opened had a different set of negligees. Each one was more lascivious than the last.

The smile on his lips got darker as his body started responding to the different scenarios playing in his head. Each scene- novel and unique, to the set of lingerie he opened. More than once, he had to stop himself from reaching inside and rubbing the fine lace between his fingers. “Nope! No,” he chided himself. “Focus. I’m here for the daggers.” Loki took one last look and walked away before he could swipe one of your lace panties and put it in his back pocket like some pervert. “Daggers. Daggers…where are you daggers…”

He couldn’t stop smiling at the revelation he found. Memories of his last interaction with you played in his head under a new context. It was as if he was seeing you in a different light. Truth be told, he did always find you attractive. But he never once pursued it thinking it wouldn’t be favored by you, or any of the team. You didn’t get the title “The Avenger’s Little Darling” for nothing. You were beloved by all. And he was the untrustworthy, extra baggage that the team had to deal with so they could have Thor on their side.

He knew he couldn’t have you.

One last place he looked was your bedside table. If it’s not here, she must have taken them with her. Opening the drawer, Loki shouldn’t have been surprised at what he found, but he felt an exhilarating chill crawl throughout his body, nonetheless. A vibrator. A large, blue, silicone toy that was tapered at the end, was resting neatly inside. You naughty little minx.

Loki couldn’t help the state of arousal he was in. He stood up and stared at your toy, his fingers running puzzled against his lips. He imagined you spread on your bed, lost in the throes of your passion. What do you think about when you have your toy tucked inside your wet cunt? Who’s name do you moan when you’re at the edge of your climax about to fall? And how can he conspire to make sure you think of him?

Surprised, Loki looked up as he heard the keypad of your door unlocking. In a senseless rush, he closed your drawer and cloaked himself invisible. He didn’t want anyone to find him snooping around your belongings. He stood still as he blended with the shadows of your room.

He shouldn’t have hid. You did give him the access code to your room. You trusted him enough to be in here. But there was something so intimate about the things he found. He felt exposed and guilty. Loki didn’t want anyone to think of him being nefarious with you.

A small sigh of relief flooded him when he realized it was you, back from your assignment. He opened his mouth to speak and announce his presence, but he couldn’t. So many questions rushed through his mind. He wanted to ask all of them! Yet, he was struck immovable by your presence.

Had you always been so lovely? Had your eyes always been that bright and alluring? Your smile, an invitation for his lips?

Were his discoveries about you finally shedding light as to who you might be, underneath the perfect façade you seem to have cultivated for yourself? Everything he found was, he swore to the gods, erotic and arousing. But it was the fact that you surprised him that made his level of attraction to you grow.

You walked in with a heavy sigh, setting your duffel bag down on your bed and your boots onto the floor. You didn’t bother turning on your lights, as you zipped your body suit down and peeled off your armor. A rather tame set of black lace underwear shaped your body. Your exposed skin turned a rich shade in the darkness of your room.

Loki noted some bruises and scars peppering your body. The fresh welts were colored green and blue indicating they were recent and most likely acquired from your latest mission. You massaged your neck and rolled your shoulders trying to ease the ache settling into your bones.

Loki watched as you made your way, routinely, to your en suite and turned on the lights. A loud rush of water from the shower rumbled through, disturbing the silence that had enveloped you both. It took his entire strength as a god to keep standing where he was and not follow you to watch.

New fantasies came unbidden in his mind of you naked and wet in the shower. I need to leave. I need to depart before I do something that both of us would regret.  He waited till he heard you close your shower door. The water made loud splashes as it hit against different curves of your body.

A few more minutes and Loki found he could move again. With a shaky breath, he exhaled and made his way to your door. He would’ve continued if it weren’t for your small sighs. Soft moans and whimpers traveled to his god-like hearing. She’s touching herself?!

Loki balled his fist to elicit pain. His fingernails dug deep into the pad of his palms, trying to overcome the overwhelming state of arousal he was in.

“…Loki…”

He stopped and nearly fell to his knees. You said his name! The honeyed tones of your moans dripped over him. Coating his entire body in primal need until it reached his cock and hardened.

He couldn’t leave now. He wouldn’t. He turned on his heel and slowly lifted his cloak, risking everything by pushing the door slightly more open.

Loki licked his lips at the sight of you lost in your orgasm. Your head was thrown back as water trickled down your body. The droplets guiding his eyes down…

…down…

…to where your fingers played with your aching cunt. Your hands explored your curves. Every dip. Every hollow. Every scrumptious mound that he wanted to devour himself.

He stood at your en suite door, his arms holding the frame above his head. He didn’t trust himself to come closer to you. Not until you allowed it. Not until you saw how his eyes became ravenous at the sight of you touching yourself to thoughts of him.

“Loki!? What the hell are you doing?” you screamed out, startled. His eyes traveled back up to yours as you finally acknowledged his presence. Your body turned flush from the heat of the water and the embarrassing situation you found yourself in.

Loki freed himself from your door and tried to answer. Nothing came out but a quivering breath and a small growl of desire. His eyes narrowed and he bit his lip. He took a step forward and closed your bathroom door behind him making your heart drop.  He slowly made his way to you. Sluggish feet carrying him across your tiled floors. “Don’t stop on my account, Darling.”

“Why are you here?” you demanded.

“I heard you call out my name. And I am nothing if not a benevolent god who answers your prayers.” It was as if a switch was turned on and Loki couldn’t stop until he had you.

He watched you back into the tile of your shower. You looked like a caged animal put there for his viewing pleasure. “Why are you here?!” you repeated. It’s too late to be demure. He’s seen everything.

“I came looking for the daggers I lent you. I looked everywhere in your room. I couldn't find them.” Loki’s voice was deep but clear. You could hear the dangerous desire in his tone as he reached for the door to your shower. On instinct, you reached for the handle, stopping him from opening it.

The chase became real. He had to have you. The last hour he spent combing through your suggestive belongings had built a naughty little version of you in his head. Like a puzzle. It was the most erotically charged moment he’d ever spent. And now? Now, you were denying him!

“Last chance, Darling. If you want me to leave now, say so,” he said with a smile. “But I promise you this. I won’t stop till I have you.” His breath steamed the glass doors. Your heart pounded inside your chest as you looked into his dark eyes.

You let go of the handle and stepped back. Loki opened the door slowly, anticipation building up and pooling in between your thighs. “Good girl.”

Loki walked into your shower, still clothed. The scalding water penetrated through his white cotton shirt making it translucent under the spray. You could trace the lines of his muscle underneath.  His hair became slick and affixed itself against his face. He towered over you, as he leaned over with one arm against the shower wall.

Fuck!

He lowered his face. His nose brushed against the tip of yours and you could taste his breath against your lips. “What were you thinking about?” he asked looking deep into your eyes. “And remember, I can tell when you’re lying.”

You quivered at his voice. You looked down embarrassed. “No, no. Look at me.” He said grabbing your chin and forcing you to look back at him. He kept his fingers on your face, gently stroking your jaw.

“I was thinking about you,” you admitted. Your voice was so small. You felt so fragile in his hands.

“Go on, sweet thing. What prayer can your god answer for you tonight?” he encouraged. You were mesmerized by his stare. His voice lulled you to a sense of heat and longing.

“I pictured…touching you,” you started. “I fantasized about your body holding mine.” Loki licked his lips and the tip of his tongue brushed against your mouth. It tingled and the sensation moved throughout your body, awakening every cell within it.

“Like this?” he asked, grabbing your hand gently and placing it underneath his soaked shirt. He guided your hand up his torso and held it there. You could feel his heart thumping in his chest as he guided you over his stiff nipple and then down his lean abs.

Loki didn’t take his eyes off you once. He watched how your eyes widened at his boldness. How your lips parted when you finally touched him. How your whole body moved just a fraction closer to him, capturing him in a lust-filled haze of his own.

He continued steering your hand down his body, past the hem of his pants to his aching bulge. He was big. And hard. You couldn’t imagine what he would look like, what he would feel like, once he took it out. He kept your hand on his cock, driving your hand up and down. “Keep your hand on me,” he instructed. The steam from the shower did little to prevent the shiver that ran down your spine. Nor did it hide the wetness that was now dripping from you.

“Can you feel how hard I am for you?” his arms encircled your body, pulling you closer to him. His mouth incased your lips in an uncontrollable kiss. He weaved his deft fingers into your wet hair, pulling your head back to kiss you at a deeper angle.  He inhaled deeply, smelling the clean scent of your soap and shampoo.

He groaned into your mouth when he felt your hand reach inside his pants and squeeze him tightly. Loki’s eyes rolled back as you expertly palmed his stiff cock. You felt the veins pulsing in your fingertips as you pumped his dick mercilessly. He leaned over you, caging you between the wall and his eager body.

“Don’t stop, Darling,” he whimpered in your ear. “Don’t stop.” Loki bucked his hips into your hands. He captured your lips one last time before he moaned your name, releasing the pent-up arousal he’d been holding in. He fell apart in your hands, and you continued till you milked every last drop from him.

Before the water could wash away your efforts, you licked off two of your fingers, tasting his offerings. “There she is,” he said with a devilish grin. He was waiting for the real you to come forth. You seemed so demure and shy at the beginning. Nothing at all like what he found out you were. The one who reads erotic novels over and over again. The one who hides their toy on the bedside table, ready to go. The one who has a patent leather collar with their pet name etched into it.

Loki growled at the memory. He will see you in that collar. He’ll make sure of it. “But for now, I want a taste,” he said to himself. Loki started with your mouth, sampling himself in your kiss. You winced slightly when he reached for your waist. Reacting from a sensitive bruise that you acquired from your mission.

“Do you think your body can handle a couple more bruises from me, Darling?” he asked earnestly. You swallowed thickly and nodded. Loki proceeded to grab your hips and hold you in place, while his mouth eagerly marked your neck. He continued down to the base of your throat as he knelt in front of you. He captured your breasts with his tongue, paying them each attention. Your hands rested on his shoulders, gathering the white cotton in your hands as you fisted it.

When he reached your stomach, he was gentle and sweet. His hands secured your waist, pushing you slightly higher. “Wrap your leg around me,” he directed. You obeyed and placed your left leg on his shoulder.

Drips of water still fell from the shower. Loki licked and slurped each drop that fell onto your thighs. He flattened his tongue and licked a wide stripe on your warm cunt. “Fuck…Loki,” you screamed when he latched onto your nub, flicking it with the tip of his tongue. He looked up at you and watched you as you threw your head back, your ecstasy showing through.

“Did you like that, Darling?”

“Mmyes,” you whined. “God, yes!”

Loki repeated his actions, holding onto your thigh, as he savored your clit. You couldn’t hold yourself up any longer. Your knees were weakening, and you had nothing to hold onto as your hands slipped against the tile of your shower wall. “Loki, please,” you panted.

“I need to be inside you,” he moaned. The sooner he can make you cum in here, the sooner he can properly bed you on top of your sheets. He looked deep into your eyes and you almost didn’t recognize him. Hunger and desperation were hanging on his brows. The sight of him in between your legs, the feel of his lips latching onto your folds, the weight of his fingers thrusting inside you. It was all-encompassing and all too consuming.

“Oh, God! Loki!” you screamed as he inserted another finger. You laced your hand through his drenched hair, pulling every time his tongue flicked your nub. “Please, I need you inside me too. I need…” your breathing came in harsher. The steam almost suffocating you as you come closer and closer to that edge, waiting to fall.

“Don’t fight it, Darling. Let go for me,” Loki quoted your book, making you clench around his fingers. One last thrust into you and you screamed your release. Loki lapped up your swollen pussy with a greedy smile, making you shudder.

Hours later, you and Loki were lying on the floor of your room. Blankets and pillows surround you while your legs and arms tangle with each other, holding each other tightly. You were running your finger up and down his chest as he read aloud a passage from one of your “smutty romance books,” as he called them.  

His voice was magnetic and hypnotizing. Every word he said came to life inside your head. “Hmm, we might have to re-enact this one,” he teased after he finished a scene.

“Yes, sir,” you whispered, hoping he didn’t hear the last word you said. It just came out. You couldn’t stop yourself from saying it. From bending to his will and wanting to please him.

“I was curious about something,” he grinned, biting his lip. “Which I hope you can enlighten me...”

“Yes?”

“When I was looking for the daggers, I came across this.” He conjured up your patent leather collar and held it up against the dim light. He next conjured up the matching riding crop and showed you the tag that was hanging from the handle. “Who was your master?” Loki asked, unsure whether he wanted to know the answer. “Why do you have this and not them?”

“I never had one,” you admitted sheepishly. “I bought that in hopes of using it one day. But we never worked out.”

“I see,” he said with a devious smirk.

“It was so pretty. I couldn’t just get rid of it.”

“Sit up. Hold your hair, while I put this on you.” You obeyed his instructions. A pool of desire is already forming in between your legs as he tightens the collar around your neck. The heart-shaped tag, ‘Darling’ felt heavy and cold as he placed it neatly on the base of your throat.

Loki wiped his thumb over the tag of the whip. Newly etched, in bold letters, was his name instead. “Well, it’s mine now, darling,” he grinned as he tested the switch on his hand. The sharp thwack stung his palm. Your heart started beating quicker.

“On your knees,” he growled.

“Yes, sir.”

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[eevees-hobbies]

Like Magnets Do (Fem!Reader x Hayato Suo) - NSFW

Synopsis: Who wouldn’t want to work at a bookstore for the Summer?! But there’s just something about your boss, Hayato Suo, that rubs you the right kind of way. Sure, he’s an asshole, but the bookish types usually are! Enjoy your Summer job, and please try not to entice your boss!

Content Warning: Fem!Reader x Hayato Suo. I do not condone the actions written in this story. As always, this is a piece of fiction, so please consume responsibly and mind the content warnings. Obsession, mention of stalking, boss-employee relationship (NO!), flirting/sexual activity at work (NO!!), fingering, panties in mouth, dominant/submissive play. Reader likes it all. Minors Do Not Interact.

Author’s Note: Part of the Help Wanted: @interstellar-inn collab event. This man is really hard to write 2K words for but this was a welcome exercise in brevity! Thank you to @suosgirl for reminding me of Suo’s tumultuous relationship with reader’s panties.

Word Count: 2.0K

Story banner by me. Dividers by Saradika.

You were ecstatic when you saw the “Help Wanted” sign on your college campus indicating that your favorite small business bookstore needed help for the Summer. Being surrounded by literature and like-minded bookworms was a life-long fantasy that was only a paper application away–yeah, paper.

Red Flag #1:

You filled out said application and were immediately called for an interview that day.

Red Flag #2:

You interviewed with the owner of the store, an older gentleman who rushed you through your answers to very simplistic questions: “Do you read?” “Do you know how to sweep?” To your non-surpise, you were hired on the spot.

The Reddest Flag of Them All:

On your first day, you asked a colleague about the whereabouts of the older gentleman who had hired you. They simply gave you a look of pity as they counted down their register to clock out. 

“Oh, you must have interviewed with Bill. Bill doesn’t really “manage” the bookstore. He pops in occasionally, sure, but we report to something else.”

You tilted your head at his word choice. Something else? At seeing your confusion, your co-worker gave you a pat on the shoulder and dropped a bomb that you weren’t expecting on your first day. 

“Doesn’t matter. It’s my last day anyway. Now you can deal with him.” As he concluded his dramatic sentence, the bell that indicated someone had entered the store jingled softly, and the most breathtakingly handsome man strolled in.

You put on your best customer-friendly smile, and as he approached you, your heartbeat thundered in time with the resounding tempo of his footsteps. He gave you a small smile, his eye closed, the other covered by an eyepatch, and he opened his mouth.

“Ah, you must be the newest meat. We’ll see how long you last.”

How’s that for an orientation?

The weeks that followed were like going through your own version of hell. Your new boss, who you had learned was named Hayato Suo, was a complete asshole. You could feel him breathing down your neck as he criticized your filing technique or how you couldn’t immediately identify the name of a book that a customer wanted. He had a snarky remark for everything, but worst of all was not how he spoke to you but how fucking attractive he was. 

You constantly found your eyes lingering on how he smiled at customers upon helping them with daunting requests or how his fingers would stroke the spine of books as he determined if they were worth pulling from the shelf. And despite your best effort–and you really fucking tried—you found yourself developing a bit of a crush on your asshole of a boss.

To you, Suo was just a simple Summer crush. There was no way your boss could ever be into you, right?

You wouldn’t know this because of his calm demeanor, but the first time Suo laid his eyes on you, he nearly had to remind himself to breathe. To Suo, everything about you is simply perfect. His attraction to you felt natural, and it also felt painfully inevitable. Not recognizing the immediate pull he had to you would be like denying himself of oxygen, which was a fact that had him often drumming his fingers against his desk in annoyance. 

But instead of pushing you away, Suo felt himself gravitating towards you every chance he could. He often stalked closely behind you to monitor the way you put away books in an attempt to catch the intoxicating scent of your hair. 

Your voice, which sounded of gospel, had him tuning into the conversations you had with customers–his eyes narrowing as other students would enter the bookstore just to steal away the precious time you had together. Never mind that they may or may not have been flirting; they were simply a hindrance during a time when Suo needed to bond with you. They were an obstacle that limited his ability to make you see the truth: that you two were perfect for one another.

And Suo was painfully aware that he only had you for the Summer when, in actuality, he wanted a lifetime. Time was of the essence, so he needed to act fast.

Suo was solely responsible for the schedule, so he ensured all your shifts included working alongside him. If Suo was opening the following day, he saw you bright and early—never mind that he was pushing a cup of coffee in your hand that was your exact order down to the amount of sugar you liked; he was just very observant, ok? 

If Suo were closing, he’d insist on walking you to your car because you could never be too safe, and he wanted to make sure that you were going home alone because if you were going home with any gentlemen, it should be him.

Next were the light touches. 

When you would attempt to reach a book that was far too high for your reach—and maybe he was the one who sent you to that particular section in search of that novel knowing you’d have trouble–semantics! He’d watch as you’d outstretch your body, the way your curves beckoned to him, his eyes sweeping over you with lustful satisfaction that made the hair on the back of his neck stand. He’d slowly walk up behind you, lean against you to the point that the heat from your bodies entangled one another, and place a seemingly innocent hand on the small of your back and retrieve the book.

As you looked over your shoulder at his unexpected proximity, your eyes catching his, you couldn’t help but notice the look in his eyes. Something in the pit of your stomach told you that maybe you should run–or at the very least call HR because you were most certainly in the jaws of something predatory–but there were two issues: there was no HR department, and you kind of had a thing for men that looked at you like you were something to be devoured.

It all came to a boiling point one night while you both closed the store.

As you were wiping down one of the display tables, you couldn’t help but feel eyes on you. You made a show of bending over further to give him a better view of your backside. You hadn’t thought he took the bait until you felt hot breath on the back of your neck and a sharp, strained voice in your ear.

“You do that on purpose, don’t you?” Long fingers curled around your hips as you felt him pushing you against the table. You, being the asshole that you are, decided to do the worst thing you could do to someone who doesn’t take teasing well–you laughed.

“Do what on purpose? Whatever hard-on you have for me is your problem.”

“You think so? You don’t think I catch you staring at me? You don’t think I see how you look at me? You’re insatiably filthy.”

“You haven’t seen insatiable, Suo, and I don’t think you could handle me at ‘insatiable.’”

Suo’s eyes widened slightly as he realized he had misunderstood you all along–you weren’t as innocent as you looked, which made him far more excited. His gaze darkened as he leaned forward, pressing his erection against the valley of your fabric-clad ass in your skirt. “I’m going to have fun breaking you tonight. Finish closing up and meet me in my office when you’re done.”

As your eyes wandered to the ‘We are Open” sign facing into the store's interior, you briefly contemplated an alternative universe where you hung up your apron and left the bookstore, never to return. But that alternative universe sounded boring, and if you weren’t being threatened by intense sexual undertones from your remarkably hot Summer boss, were you genuinely having a good time? 

No, of course not.

As you finished your duties, you cautiously pushed the door open to Suo’s office. He sat at his desk, and instead of appearing stern and upset, he seemed almost pleased, which frightened you more. He lifted a finger and pointed to the middle of the rug as he walked around his desk. 

Your eyes flickered between the rug in front of you and him. As you hesitated, Suo was on you in an instant, pushing you up against the wall, his fingers digging into your thighs as the nearby items on shelves clattered to the floor,

He leaned in, his breath hot and ragged against your neck. “You’re still willing to play these silly games with me? Despite this magnetic pull between us?”

“I’m not going to ask you again.” Suo suddenly pulls away, strides back to his desk, and leans against it as he looks at you with a neutral expression. And despite every fiber in your being telling you to not make this easy for him, you feel your legs moving your body to the center of the rug.

It must be that damn magnetic pull he was talking about earlier.

As you lowered yourself to the floor, you were stopped in a crouching position as Suo's voice halted your movement. “Your hesitancy from earlier has cost you the privilege of wearing panties. Take them off and give them to me.”

Your eyes shot up to his, and you saw unwavering and unbridled absolution in his eyes. You shivered as you hiked up your skirt and hooked your fingers around the hem of your panties. You maintained eye contact with him as you tossed them to him. His eyes narrowed as he caught them, but he said nothing of your continued bratty attitude. 

“Now crawl to me.”

Like a good girl, you follow his orders, and he offers you a hand–a kind gesture that puts you on edge. As he pulls you up, he presses your underwear to your lips, and once again, like a good girl, you obey by opening your mouth. 

He gives you a pleased smile before leaning in; his lips pressed to your ear as he poses a demand. “Tell me that you need me to touch you. Tell me that you want this, bunny.”

As you give him a muffled whine of approval, you feel the heat rising to your cheeks as he tilts his head in mock confusion. Fine, you think, I’ll just fucking show you. You hike one leg up on the desk, effectively pinning him in and allowing him the inability to deny that this is something you want.

And with the urgency of someone who has been dreaming of this very moment with you, Suo pulls your skirt up and slips his fingers inside your heat. And at first, he’s gentle, but as your muffled moans spur him on, he can’t help how he curls his fingers to hit your g-spot or the way he simultaneously rubs his palm against your swollen and aching clit. He watches you with such intensity that it makes you feel akin to being under a microscope. You can feel him studying you, committing every expression and involuntary movement to memory. 

His fingers explore you hungrily; he flicks his wrist, and his eyes stay locked onto your face as he finds the spot he knows that can make you shatter. His kisses along your jaw feel scalding, and you can feel the upward twitch of his lips as your eyes roll back for him.

He wants to see you at your most vulnerable and your most beautiful. He wants to see you unravel in the messiest of ways for him. And when you finally climax, he lets out a shaky breath, an indication that he’s so very close to losing control of himself—and all for you.

“There you go, bunny. You’re so much more tolerable when you have that look on your face.”

With a snort, you adjust your clothes as Suo’s intense gaze lingers. His voice sounds level as he speaks, “Semester starts Monday, but I can adjust your schedule to accommodate your classes…” 

And while you hadn’t intended for this Summer job to be anything but a quick and easy way to make money, you truly can’t deny the force of the pull you feel for him. 

“That sounds great, boss.”

[onyourhyuck]

Animal Instinct. | NCT SERIES

Title: PROLOGUE ‘Sour Grapes.’

— Prologue: “They don’t speak to people unless they want one thing from them. And they pick their prey very carefully. They don’t go for everyone.”

— Summary: You are a marine biologist. You should be able to understand animals and their way of living. When you encounter a new society in a bar under the name ‘Sour Grapes’ you find yourself in a troubling situation with seven different men. Seven different animals.

— Genre: Smut with plot. Minors dni. Fantasy with modern timeline. Female!reader. Secondary genders (but with animals) dreamies are complete red flags. Dub-con. Everything is very dark romance related. Nothing here is for the weak. Everything is just pure filth. It gets progressively worse and worse. Multiple orgasms. Overstimulation. Pet names such as ‘my pretty who’re’ or ‘princess’ — minor hair pulling, blowjob male receiving. Fingering (female receiving) and sex tape mentioned. Breeding kink is a common theme here. Possessiveness.

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There was a new bar that took everyone’s attention and money away. Your friends have been nonstop talking about this new secret bar that is hidden away from everyone by a password. You wonder what the big deal was about it. It just sounded like a stupid bar to you. Apparently only ‘special’ guests could enter this bar. Your friend, Ningning has claimed that she knows what the password to the bar is, and that she will need to take a friend with her.

Which explains why you’re in Ningning’s car with the most absolute deadpanned expression when you see this empty isolating road ahead and the parking lot you’re now at.

You let out a sigh. “Ningning no offence but bars are meant to be welcoming. This looks like a horror movie in front of me.” The building that stood out to the both of you was looking bleak and dark from the darkness sorrowing it. You have a bad stomachache from all of this.

Your friend turns to you with a begging expression to make you come with her, because let’s be honest, Ningning wouldn’t want to go alone to this bar that no one has heard about. “Y/n please just trust me. The guy I was supposed to meet up with told me the password to this bar. I cant go along without you.”

“You can’t or you won’t?” You remark back furrowing your eyebrows in annoyance. You eventually gave in after five seconds of whining from Ningning because you can’t stand this at all.

Scowling out of the car with your friend you follow her inside with the least enthusiasm for partying tonight as well. Unlike Ningning you actually don’t have this much free time.

“If I see something weird I’m getting out of here and calling the police, Ning.” You tell her, your voice coming out more sternly.

But she was your friend and you love her. You can’t just leave her to go to this weird scam-looking bar alone. Good knows what could’ve happened to her if you didn’t come with her.

Ningning gave you a small smile. “Yeah! Deal.”

The building looked like it was probably abandoned for many years. The entrance itself gave you spooky vibes and you hated it. The girl in front of you was the first one to approach the singular bookshelf on the wall guided against the wall. Your eyes stare blankly at the set up.

You saw your friend touching every book on the shelf and you let out a sigh and a laugh at the same time. This was ridiculous.

“Don’t tell me you’re looking for a secret book-lever?” You mumble behind Ningning who gave a very optimistic smile. “Yeah. The guy said the passcode will work if we find the book that is the right one.”

You sigh. “This is a lot of effort to go through just to drink and find yourself a fling isn’t it?” You had a point. There was definitely something going around here that you’re missing. Maybe some information that your friend wasn’t telling you?

Few seconds later Ningning found the reddish book on the bookshelf stand that had peeked out and she pulled it out, only to find it reattach and the whole bookshelf moving to the left. Revealing a secret door. Your eyes widen at Ningning; because for a moment or two you’ve been doubting this whole bookshelf thing. Ningning gave you a proud-eating smirk which made you automatically scowl and roll your eyes. You walk ahead and Ningning followed behind you. The dark corridor welcomed both of you and the sound of bar music came in louder and louder. The more you both walked you’d see two patrolling bar security guards at the door.

Your feet tried to past them but they shoulders block. One gruff man gave you an intimidating look. “Password.” He said to you.

Ningning pulls you back a little. She knows you’d probably start an argument with someone tonight, you’re kind of like a magnet for starting fights.

“Green tea.” She said to the guards. You stare in disbelief when the two guards let Ningning and you pass through once the secret password was said.

You see, you don’t understand humans. But you understand animals on many levels. Humans are just something too complex for you to figure out. Ningning here was very confusing. She wasn’t telling you anything about this place.

But you had to admit. The bar looks expensive. Luxurious even. There was something so lush about this bar you couldn’t put your tongue on it. Everyone seems like they are a movie star. Or perhaps singers even.

Pushing through the crowd. Ningning instantly ordered a drink at the bar. The handsome man with a pale thinly skin and alerting brown alluring eyes pulled you closer. The bar owner tending to the drinks had really beautiful thick hair. There was a mixture of proud and sweetness about this guy. He looks like he has this whole place together.

“Two martini’s please.” Ningning told. Jaehyun gave her a glance and a single nod with a charming smirk. He turned around making the two drinks for you and Ningning.

You whisper to your friend. “This whole place is weird vibes Ning. What’s so special about this place?” You don’t understand why she was so eager to come here.

Your friend gave you a sympathetic response but she didn’t seem to find this all so suspicious like you. Sometimes you analyse things too much for her own liking. “I just heard it amongst people at my workplace. So I wanted to try it out.” Ningning said with a shrug.

The two glasses were plopped down and your head turns to the martini then to the guy with a small glance you take the martini to sip.

Your friend’s answer was so vague to be honest. So much effort just to find out about this bar?

Reaching for your phone you wanted to check if anyone has been texting you. To your answer you find out the signal here was completely nonexistent and crap. You grumble and Ningning saw you struggling. She furrows her eyebrows when you curse.

“Does this bar have no wifi signal or what?” You said with your tone of voice becoming frustrated. You put your phone down when Jaehyun reached over. “Actually phones aren’t allowed in this bar, miss.” He explained, even though his handsome face was definitely a distraction from how annoying this rule was.

“What? No phone. Isn’t that a bit weird and suspicious.” You grumble not understanding what kind of a rule was this?

Ningning switched glances between Jaehyun and you. You were watching him with a double sided glare like you were a mirror reflecting how much you hated this rule so much.

Jaehyun smirks and pulls back. “At Sour Grape’s whatever happens stays here. Therefore no phones. Just enjoy your night.” He reassures.

It sounds like everyone had something to hide what was was it?

Deciding to let your eyes wonder around the whole bar to check out what could take your interest; you found your eyes gravitating to a specific table of seven guys seated like they own the whole place. Crouching between girls. You find yourself wondering what the whole deal was with them.

You turn to the bar owner, Jaehyun was cleaning a few glasses with a cloth. He wore this white top with a black vest over and a tie neatly over it. The hair was slick back too.

“What are those guys all doing? They look like they own the whole damn place.”

Jaehyun laughs at your words. “Because they do. They are my main clients who make this whole bar popular.”

You furrow your eyebrows turning back to watching the group of men seating down. They all had a specialised accessory with an animal of their choice. You don’t understand why. But all you could see was that it somehow matches their appearance.

He leans close now, he decided to give you a little introduction to who runs this whole place like it is their kingdom.

“Let me explain to you who they are.” He softly said and you nodded watching the group.

“That man is Mark Lee.” Jaehyun said it with some pride when the name comes out of his mouth. As if he was some sort of king. “He is what you call a womaniser I believe. No intentions of settling down. However he is loaded with money.”

A blonde guy sitting in the middle with his legs spread while a woman was on his lap in the middle, his hand sneaking around the waist to pull the beautiful woman closer. His eyes felt deadly and sharp. You feel like nearly as a prey would when watching this encounter. On his right hand was a shiny silver ring on his middle finger — with a tiger face shaped on it. Engraved.

Your eyes move to the right. Jaehyun saw you checking out the guy next to Mark now.

Next to the man was a sickly pale man. He looks as cold as ice to you; it shouldn’t be possible to look this pale without looking like the clouds in the sky itself. However his facial expressions were the least exciting. He looks like he did not have intentions of getting woman. A necklace was hanging around his neck in shape of a wolf.

“That is Lee Jeno.” He said to you with a smirk. “This guy is probably the least you likely will ever meet. Jeno is a tough one to grasp. He’s very loyal to Mark and his friends. He doesn’t even show slightest interest in women.”

You roll your eyes. “Why is that? Is he scared of women?”

Jaehyun grinned shrugging. “Pack law maybe?”

Furrowing your eyebrows at the comment you tried to not think much of this. Perhaps it was a metaphor but you can’t really put your finger on why he said something like that.

Your attitude towards the group was getting more and more conflicting. You wanted to know more about the rest of them.

“Who is the guy standing up over there?” You try to point your eyes at the man standing up next to the couch that all the other men were sitting together. Jaehyun looks over there.

“Zhong Chenle, he is a reliable guy with source of information from everywhere.” Jaehyun smirks at you and you raise your eyebrows scoffing.

“Why?” You question. Jaehyun responded with an obvious tone. “Because he’s rich. They all are.”

Chenle wore the most expensive clothing you’d have to be honest. He wore and extended his beauty with all his money he could afford it with. But what caught your eye at the end was this hanging shark tooth down his ears.

Sudden arm around Chenle was wrapped by a much larger and bigger man in height with pale skin and black hair. Darkly covered clothes and makeup on his face. A choker was around the guy’s neck with a spider in the middle showing off.

“And that guy with Chenle?” You grumble staring the taller boy down.

Jaehyun puts the drinking glass down, lifting up his head over the bar. “Park Jisung. Chenle’s best friend; he’s also deadly. I don’t think you should go near him unless you want him to completely destroy you.”

“You make it sound like he’s a killer.” You roll your eyes not taking whatever he said about Jisung or the others too seriously.

Jaehyun scoffs. “You never know.” He points out and then leans over pointing over to three other guys that were speaking together as they sat down at the table table with the others.

“Those three are always together.” He explained to you and your head turns to analyse the other three people.

Sun kissed man with brunette hair and beautiful brown eyes with black moles; wearing a bear shaped pendant down his neck while discussing something with his two friends. Lee Haechan.

In the middle a smaller frame but a sheepish man with beautiful hair and fox-like eyes made you look twice. He looks unreal if anything. With a lip piercing on the bottom lip, you swore you saw a fox tail on the lip piercing detail. Huang Renjun.

And then a man with a bracelet on his wrist, he looked to be the most troublesome and quiet person in the group. The snake bracelet on his arm intrigued you nonetheless. Na Jaemin.

They all wore animal charms which looked silly but at the same time you wonder if it meant something more?

“Why do they all wear those jewellery? I don’t understand why they have all those animals on them.”

Jaehyun wasn’t aware if you knew why this bar was such a high secrecy but he leans down and now got a real serious one on one with you. “Can you keep a secret?” He asked as his face told you that he was being serious.

The information he’s about to tell you will change your entire life forever.

“Yeah.” You slant back watching Jaehyun sit up with a grin at your response.

“Everyone in this bar knows this but you.” Jaehyun smartly points out. “What do they know?” You became wary of what this was all about. Suddenly your stomachache was back again as if it was a warning from whatever you were about to find out.

Jaehyun trails with a devilish look. “The reason Sour Grape’s is such a secret place to enter is because everyone in this place has evolved from different species of animals.”

“For example, most people like you who evolve from monkeys exist in this world. But there are people who evolved from others.”

He whispers back pulling away to show you his arm bracelet with horses on it. You raise your eyes from Jaehyun’s wrist and back to his face in disbelief. This wasn’t making enough sense to you.

“So you’re telling me you and the other guys came from animals that weren’t monkeys? What kind of logic is that.” You grumble feeling that maybe you’re drunk and he was fooling around with you.

Jaehyun gave you a light shrug with his shoulders. “You said you can keep a secret. You can’t tell this to anyone.”

“Hyung pass me a bottle. You know what I want the usual.” A dark deep and striking tone alerts me from behind as if I’ve never heard any footsteps coming from behind me. The tall domineering man next to my shoulder peeking down at the bar. He saw my intense gaze fixated on him. Mark turns around watching my look with a bit of haste. “And you are miss? Do I have something on my face?”

You could practically pass out from the way he is watching you like you are just some thing, a bug that could be squished by the size of his palm. “No…I…”

The bottle being placed down made you flinched. Somehow all the things Jaehyun said to you now makes sense. Mark had a look of a tiger behind his eyes. He wasn’t no cub. He was a fully grown animal in a human body. It made you scared to even look the other way.

Watching him leave with the bottle in hand. Jaehyun knew by your expression that you finally found some truth to his story.

You look down at your hands. “How do i get to speak to him?”

You hate to admit it but you want to meet them all. You want to analyse them; to get to know them. Somehow deep inside you’re willing to even try and befriend them.

Jaehyun gave you a laugh. “They don’t speak to people unless they want one thing from them. And they pick their prey very carefully. They don’t go for everyone.” You grumble at the bar owner. “Okay what’s that?”

An obvious tone was spoken again. “To sleep with you, nothing else.”

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[artists-ally]

I love your Harvey fics😍 and I have a this fluff thatmayleadto spice/smut scenario in which Harvey comes back home from home finding the reader reading a particularly spicy scene of a romance novel and in the beginning Harvey makes a little fun of her but then he sees the appeal and...you know😂

{That Kind of Love} Reader x Harvey Specter

Can I just say @kjbg-fantasymoon is so sweet??? Like ugh you are so nice ilysm. Told you I’d answer all your requests 😘😘 Anyway here is my two cents on the matter, enjoy!!! Title from this song (p.s. both books I mention in here, Flawless and Dirty Letters, are both real books and I high recommend both of them!)

Word Count: 1,481

Warnings: smut, minor d/s vibes, spanking

Summary: Harvey catches you reading a particular smutty scene from your current book.

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“Don’t you think it’s a bad idea?”

“Is what a bad idea?”

“You know,” I said, motioning between us. “This. Us, alone together? We can’t keep our hands off each other.”

Griffin laughed, grabbing me by my waist and pulling me tight against his chest. “It absolutely is an awful idea. But you look so fucking good in that skirt. I mean Jesus Luca, it barely covers your ass. And you know how much I hate it when anyone looks at anything that’s mine.”

I clenched my thighs together when he pushed the skirt up my ass, not being shy with the noise that burned my core. 

“Griffin,” I rested my forehead against his collar bone, gripping his shirt as he pushed my underwear down my thighs.

“Yes?”

“Please,” I begged. I needed to feel him. God, twelve years of sexual frustration was not helping me in any way. Every fantasy I had as a teenager was coming to life. 

“Is my girl needy?” I whined. “Aww, do you need me to take care of you? To force you on your hands and knees and fuck you like you’ve always wanted me to? How about I tie you up and make you cum on my fingers, then my mouth, then my co-”

“YN!” 

I flailed so hard the book clattered to the ground, and I could feel my pulse in my fingers. “Jesus fucking Christ Harvey don’t you know how to knock?”

“I did knock,” he countered, reaching down to pick up my forgotten story. “Twice. And I opened the door and called your name. And I’ve been standing in front of you for two minutes, watching you read. Watching you bite your lip in that way you only do when you’re completely lost. So, wanna tell me what you were reading?”

I blinked, mouth gaping open like a fish out of water. He turned the book over in his hand, reading the cover. Harvey raised an eyebrow at me and offered the book back. With a blush to my cheeks, I plucked it from his hand and folded it into my lap. 

“What’s the book about?” He asked again. 

“Nothing you’d like, Mr. Harvard,” I stuck out my tongue, placing the book on the table beside me before walking into the living room. “How was your day?”

“Nothing, huh?” Wow, Harvey could not take a hint. “Come on, just tell me. Was it about vikings? Pirates? Viking pirates? What about some small town romance, where the city girl moves back home and the farm boy reigns her back to her roots? Just like his pops did with his mamma?”

“Please, I am far above that cliche bullshit.” I am most certainly not above it. At all. “And why do you care?”

“Because, you were so entangled with it you didn’t even hear me come in. whatever is in that book, maybe I want to find out what it is so you’ll pay attention to me that intensely,” Harvey cornered me in the kitchen, caging me in against the counter after I got a glass of water. 

“I pay attention to you,” I argued, looking from his eyes to his lips when he licked him, very clearly looking at mine.

“Uh huh, sure you do. When it involves my wallet and my lips in between your legs,” Harvey teased, bringing me in against his chest. In an oddly similar way that the main character of my book did. “Just tell me, I’ll stop asking if you tell me.” “No you won’t.”

“No, I won’t,” Harvey smiled, and I rolled my eyes. “It can’t be that bad, Yn. I’ve caught you reading smut more than once, so what was it this time?”

“How do you know I read smut?” My eyes went wide, and my heart sped up a little in my chest. 

“I didn’t at first,” Harvey said. “But then I told Donna about one of the books you were reading, Flawless by Elsie Silver, and she told me how ‘spicy’ it was. And you are pretty bad at being subtle, my love. You don’t do a great job at hiding your emotions on your face.”

Welp. Fuck. 

My eyes narrowed at the New York lawyer and he just gave me a cheesy smile. “Fine, I’ll tell you. But you’re gonna have to read it. Because you’ll understand why when you do.”

As I walked back into the den, Harvey in tow, I plopped the book in his hand. Dirty Letters follows Luca and Griffin, childhood penpals turned strangers, through their reconnection. He’s keeping a huge secret and she’s a recovering victim of PTSD. 

“Well, with a title like that I expect it to be dirty,” Harvey rolled his eyes, reading the back of the cover. “Show me the good stuff.”

I flipped to the page I was reading, scanning to make sure I was in the right spot. I didn’t have to bookmark the page because someone decided to scare me half to death. He should know by now to just leave me alone when I’m reading. It’s not my fault that I get vaulted into another world when I do.

“Here, start there and let me know when you’re done.”

Was I entirely sure that leaving Harvey to his own devices with my book was a good idea? No I wasn’t. I knew he was going to make fun of me, but oh well. Everyone else in the world liked to watch porn, I just liked to read it. He didn’t have to understand it, but if it would get his ass off mine? I’ll take the embarrassment and get it over with. 

It wasn’t even ten minutes before he set the book down on the kitchen island, clearing his throat. I turned to face him and saw a slight tinge to his cheeks.

“Alright, let’s get it over with,” I prepared for the roasting. “Tell me how much of a nerd and how much of a loser I am for reading word porn.”

Harvey just shoved his hands in his pockets. He no longer had his tie, or his jacket for that matter. His hair was unusually messy and that blush. I’m not sure I’ve ever seen Harvey blush before. 

“Well,” Harvey started. “I can see the appeal.”

He can what? There was no possible way I heard him right. “Say that again?”

“I can see why you like to read. That author is really good at being… descriptive.”

I smirked, “So, you thought it was hot?”

“Amongst other things,” he bent at the waist, resting his elbows on the counter. “I get why you get lost in it, especially with something like that. Griffin is very charming, something we both have in common.”

“Oh please, you read some of the best smut an author can write at that’s what you take away from it?”

“Not at all, my love,” Harvey stepped closer. “I also learned that you have a thing for being called ‘my girl’. And I don’t blame you, you like it when I’m possessive. When I tell you that you belong to me.”

“This was not the reaction that I was expecting,” I eyed him. 

“Don’t worry, Yn. I promise I’ll make fun of you for it after I finish making you scream my name,” Harvey ducked his head down and wasted no time in showing his need. 

His tongue brushed over mine and he pulled me in tight against his body. Damn him and his unrivaled ability to turn me on. All it took was a few well placed kisses to my neck, to my ear to get me to our room and on the bed, hands not able to get enough of each other. 

If I knew Harvey would’ve had this type of reaction to reading smut, I should show him some real smut. That was nothing compared to some of the other stuff on my shelf. Maybe I could get him to do some of those things to me.

“Aww, is my girl already messy for me?” Harvey clicked his tongue, stripping the last of his clothes off. “Who knew you’d be so easy.”

“And who knew that you’d be so easy when it came to getting what I want by giving you a book.”

Harvey’s eyes narrowed. “You think you’re gonna get what you want?” In a quick grab, I was on my stomach, ass up, and Harvey’s hand came down a lot harder than I was prepared for. “Wanna try that again, pretty girl?”

I gasped when the next one came, and the next. “N-No.”

“Okay then,” Harvey let out a dark laugh, fisting his hand in my hair and pulling me up. “You gonna stop being a brat and let me do my job?”

I nodded, eyes falling shut when he pinched my nipple between his fingers. 

“Good girl.”

[beneathstarryskies]

Day 3: Face Sitting - Vergil

Warnings: cunnilingus, fem!reader, sort of dub con? like not really but I guess Vergil does kind of trick the reader into sitting on his face

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Taglist: @actuallysaiyan, @loki-love

Vergil couldn’t describe exactly what it was about the idea of you sitting on his face that drove him so crazy. When he imagined the act, his mind never focused on any particular detail. It was simply the fantasy as a whole that drove him crazy. He could imagine your soft thighs settled on both sides of his head, trembling and shaking, while he laps at your pretty pussy like his life depended on it. Just the thought of being completely surrounded by you makes his cock rock hard in his pants.

He’d mentioned his curiosity in this act a few times, but you always seemed to find an excuse not to do it. He found most of them seemed to be about your insecurity with your body. He knows he can bring you so much pleasure you wouldn’t even care about that in the heat of the moment. Not to mention he finds you drop-dead gorgeous at any angle. Eventually, he stops asking, and you think he’d let the matter lay for now.

That’s not the case. Vergil was just waiting for his perfect moment to strike.

One night, he comes over to spend the night with you. As usual, you cook dinner for the both of you and then you cuddle in bed while Vergil reads to you. You’re so focused on the sweet poetry falling from his lips that you don’t notice his hand slowly making its way down your stomach. Not until it slides down your pants and his fingertips brush against your core.

“Oh!” you gasp.

“Ssshhh, relax,” Vergil kisses the top of your head. He continues reading as his fingers rub your pussy slowly, teasing your folds before settling on your sensitive clit. He continues reading casually as though he’s not playing with your pussy. Meanwhile, you’re a trembling mess beside him. You’re barely holding back your moans and whines.

“V-vergil,” you whimper pitifully.

“What is it, angel? Do you need attention?”

“Please.”

He closes the book and sets it on the nightstand before lying next to you. His kiss is searing, distracting you from the fact that he’s pulled his hand out of your pants. He caresses your side then pushes his thumb into the waistband of your pajama pants and begins pulling them down. Once you’re undressed for him, he kisses you again.

You’re lulled into a lustful haze as the two of you make out. It’s a passionate, fiery dance when your tongues move together.

Then, you feel him lift you a bit. Your body slides against his, but before you can question it his mouth is on your neck, kissing and sucking on that spot he knows drives you crazy. Your hands tangled in his hair and you let out a wanton moan.

“You sound so beautiful when you moan for me,” he chuckles against your skin. “Allow me to make you moan even more.”

He eases you into a sitting position over his face. You gasp as you feel his breath against your core. All of your previous fears over doing this with him seem to melt away, replaced with need as presses a sloppy kiss to your clit.

“Divine,” he murmurs and suckles on the sensitive bundle of nerves.

“You mischievous devil,” you giggle upon realizing how easily he’d maneuvered you so he could get his way.

“Is it a sin to desire being surrounded by the warmth of your thighs and to have my senses invaded by your delicious cunt?” He punctuates his question by nuzzles his nose between your folds, and growling as he breathes in your scent. His tongue teases you with a featherlight lick against your hole.

You don’t get a chance to respond before he begins sucking on your clit again. His strong hands rest on your waist, and he begins guiding you to move. You try to resist at first, but soon you can’t help riding his face at the sensual pace he sets for you. One hand tangles in his hair and the other holds onto the headboard. He grunts and growls as he tastes you. His steel blue eyes are dark with lust as he looks up at you, but the more of your arousal he takes in the heavier they become. Until finally, with a roll of pleasure, they flutter closed. His fingertips dig into the fat of your hips and his grunts become more like primal growls.

“Vergil,” You moan. “Fuck, please…I’m so close.”

He doesn’t open his eyes to acknowledge your words, but he begins licking your pussy with more fervor. His attention is focused on your clit, switching between rapid flicks of his tongue and gentle suckles between his full lips. All the while your hips buck with need.

“Oh god,” you cry out as the heated coil in the depths of your core becomes impossibly tighter. You grind your hips even more, and soon it’s just too much. Your vision cuts to static as the coil snaps.

When you open your eyes again, Vergil is panting beneath you. His eyelids are heavy as he looks up at you with flushing cheeks. His lips are red and swollen, glistening with your juices, as he smirks.

“Well, well, that was quite a treat,” he purrs as he gently caresses your trembling thighs. He kisses your mound softly. “I feel I should be greedy and have another taste.”

[slasher-male-wife]

Only his: Bo Sinclair x GN reader

I got a domestic Bo fluff idea and after deleting my initial idea I got something I'm so excited to share with y'all. This is pure romantic fluff about Bo so if you're an angst lover sit this one out.

Warnings: Brief mention of religion and brief mention of violence

It’s a quiet morning. A rare day Bo decided to just take off completely. He’s always doing something around town or luring in victims but today he’s completely free. You’re free with him too. Today is a day where you can just breathe and love and relax. You’re watching the sun rise from your window as you lay on Bo’s chest. He often pulls you close to him after he has a nightmare. It took awhile before he even admitted he intentionally pulled you over to him, but he can’t deny it now.

“You know I picked up a copy of ‘Pride and Prejudice’ from a victim’s bag. It made me think about marriage. I know you’re not the most religious person but I think marriage sounds nice.” You say softly, running your hands over your hair to push it out of your face. “I always had fantasies about a beautiful wedding when I was younger. I guess I just got reminded of it when I picked up that book.” 

Bo stays silent but he runs his hand up then down your back, repeating this motion over and over again. You can tell he’s listening to you. He won’t admit it ever but he’s a big softie for you now. You’ve worn him down to a point he can be a bit more open with you. 

“I never thought I was gonna get married. I just never thought I’d have anything past a one night stand or a friend with benefits. But marriage does sound nice.” You chuckle and look up at him from where you’re laying. 

“I forgot how much of a manwhore you were before you met me.” You say teasingly. The first time you ever called Bo a manwhore he didn’t talk to you for the rest of the day until you apologized. Lester told you one time he called Bo a man whore and Bo almost broke his arm when he twisted it, granted that was when Bo was 20. But now Bo laughs and pushes your head down on his chest to shut you up. 

You laugh too and move your head to the side again to watch that sunrise. It’s silent in the house, but a comforting silence. It’s a time where you don’t have to worry about any victims walking in and interrupting you. Either of his brothers pulling him away for something. This time belongs to you and him, this time is yours to share. This time with him is more valuable than anything you can own. This time and love is yours, truly and wholly yours to share with him. 

“If things were different Bo, I’d love to marry you. I’d marry you with no ring, I’d marry you even if we couldn’t have a ceremony, I’d marry you no matter what.” You pause for a moment and wrap your arms around his neck, “I love you.” Bo pauses. 

“I love ya too.” He whispers, almost like the words are too valuable to share with anyone but you. 

A week later you’re sitting with Bo in his shop while you flip absentmindedly through a magazine. You have developed a routine over the almost two years you’ve been living with Bo. Every time he comes in here to work on this car you join him. Sometimes you talk, sometimes you help him. You’ve actually learned a lot about cars through this. 

But today isn’t any different. Bo is mumbling something to himself and he eventually sets down the tool he was using. 

“I need some grease. Do ya mind gettin’ that jar in the back for me darlin’?” Bo asks, wiping off his hands. You get up from where you’re sitting and you shake your head. 

“Not at all.” You say before walking into the back of the shop and searching for the jar he was talking about. You’ve practically memorized where everything in the shop is at this point. But today you can’t seem to find where this jar is. You look around the whole back, then again, and again, and on your fourth time looking around you still can’t find it. 

“Come on, where are you?” You check behind the shelves and boxes and in every possible place this could be and you still can’t find that damn jar. You groan and give up before walking back over to Bo, “I don’t know if it just decided to leave or something but the jar is,” You notice Bo’s hands are surprisingly clean and he seems a bit nervous, “gone.” 

Bo doesn't show that he’s nervous, or most of his emotions really. It took him months to even tell you when he was feeling upset. While he doesn’t look nervous, you can tell he’s nervous. He walks over to you and presses a kiss on the top of your head. 

“You know I’m not good with words.” He says, reaching into his pockets and pulling out a ring. “I remember what you said before. I know my mama would’ve loved you. I want you to marry me.” He says, holding up the ring to show you. A large, toothful grin grows on your face and you nod your head, positioning your hand so he can put the ring on. 

He slides it on and it’s a little loose, but you can’t even tell because of how strong your heart beat is. Your eyes start to water and you look down at the ring. 

“Oh come on now don’t cry.” He says with a chuckle, trying to downplay the moment. You playfully swat his chest and look up at him, your smile still wide. 

“I…You’re…This…” You say as you try to gather up your words but all you can do is wrap your arms around Bo and start to cry happily into his shoulder. You feel his arms wrap around you too and that just makes you cry even harder. “All I want is to be yours. Even when you’re gone I’ll still be yours.” You say, your smile quivering with your tears. 

“It’s funny you think death can get you out of this relationship.” Bo says with a chuckle. You swat his back this time and look at your ring again. The world is too small for the amount of love you feel for your husband. The world is too small for someone as lovely as him. 

[portgasmalia]

daddy's favourite, rafe cameron pairing: rafe cameron & female reader summary: the kook princess, the good girl everybody thinks you are but rafe sees a different side. warnings: smut ahead! minor's don't read, please.

escaping the difficult situations at home was easy when the library was just around the corner. a good fantasy book always gave you comfort and enough time to blend out the constant arguments at home. being the kook princess seemed so easy from the outside, but keeping up the image was the opposite.

a book about the disparate historical events connected to the island in your hands, a certain page opened. the gold, you heard the pogues talk about, mentioned in multiple sentences. an amount that would buy you freedom from the tight restraints of being the golden child.

yet, your lids fell close for merely a second. teeth chewing harshly on the soft skin of your bottom lip, almost tearing it apart underneath the intensity of the bites. head fell back against the wooden shelves, the sound of the collision not bothering you at all.

no one ever made it to the section in the far left corner. dusty books waited to be read again after years, at least pulled out of the spiderwebs and tight space in the shelf. one of your hands left the leather book, reaching down.

delicate fingers brushed over the short strands on rafe's head, the buzzcut being a completely new experience for you. still, it fit the kind of reputation he had around figure eight. your skirt bunched up around the waist, one large hand placed underneath your right thigh to hold up the leg while two fleshy fingers of his left hand were deeply inside of your pussy.

pumping them in and out, rafe flattened his tongue against your bundle of nerves. there was no need to deny that the cameron lad knew exactly how to satisfy your needs. he gathered tons of experience around figure eight, it was no secret how much he loved women and sex. maybe, in combination with a little coke for his nostrils and an expensive whiskey for his throat.

tonight, on the other hand, he almost seemed sober. the dark corner in the library, the place that the citizens of figure eight ignored, it became your little hiding spot. as the daughter of a very influential man, almost like rafe with his father, the gazes anchored on what you were doing and with whom. rafe’s image around the north side and even the south side labeled him as a bad company.

“stop thinking. focus on me, babygirl.” he whispered, his warm breath fanning over your in wetness covered clit. a whimper coaxed out of the dry throat, you closed the book and focused on him as requested. the leg in his tight grip, placed over his shoulder, you allowed rafe to occupy his right hand differently. and he accepted the invitation without overthinking.

slowly, he leaned back to examine the image in front of him. rough fingertips grazed over your clit, while his fingers slowed down. „rafe, don’t stop, please.“ you begged, when the movement of his digits halted. just the fingertips left inside of your pussy, he tilted his head back to look at your flushed face. a tint of red spread across your cheeks, your bottom lip cracked open slightly from the assault of your teeth.

and he could not deny, that the scenario he was able to witness, was the most beautiful and addicting one he has ever seen. a sight for sore eyes, an image that stayed burned in the back of his mind.

„what do you want, babygirl?“ he arched a brow, waiting for the response. his usually attentive gaze glanced away from your face, taking in how the wetness pooled between your legs, and slowly flooded down his long pointer finger. „just do something, please.“ you whined, a hand still on his head and attempting to push him forcefully back between your thighs.

you’ve never been aggressive, yet, there was a small part of you that always wanted what she desired. an orgasm in the library was one of those particular things. „you’re so fucking pretty when you beg.“ his chuckles were light-hearted, a rather warm sound to the usual, mean comments he threw around himself as protection. words, to hurt the pogues, and any other person who glanced at you for too long. yet, this wasn't close to a relationship. it was fun, but rafe started to get possessive.

sliding his two fingers inside of your pussy again, he immediately felt how your walls stretched around the fleshy, long digits. a tightness and warmth, rafe yearned to feel with his dick. but you never agreed to more than the average foreplay. fingers and tongue on you, hand and mouth on him. the easy ways to get relief, without consequences. you also denied him the official title of boyfriend and girlfriend. the insanity that ran in the male part of his family, made it difficult to find enough to trust to not be treated like a slut after the good days were over.

with every stroke of his fingers, you found yourself slipping further into the pleasure-filled haze. the library, and the slim chance of getting caught by the staff, or residents of the island, faded out of your mind. your bottom lip repeatedly assaulted by your teeth, attempting to stifle the needy whimpers and loud moans that wanted to echo through the library.

rafe's hooded gaze stayed focused on you while pushing his fingers in deeply and curling them to hit the spot. it was a miracle how the kook always made you squirm and cum, and reach the spot that increased the bursts of pleasure. "shit." the word slipped past the attempts of keeping quiet, a simple curse word that rang in rafe's ears and evolved into a smug smirk on his lips.

his free hand found his place on the slick nub between your lips. the rough pad of his thumb pressed against the bundle of nerves, he slowly started to move in circles. a circle for each time he plunged his fingers deep inside of you. "come on, baby girl. let me watch you cum undone for me."

he didn't need to say another word. the sweet name he used to lure you into release and pull you further under his spell, was enough to burst the last restraints. head thrown back against the shelf, strands scattered across the face and hiding parts, your hand on his neck and digging your nails into the soft skin. moans swallowed, quiet whines still slipped through the swollen lips.

rafe did not stop the movements of his fingers until the orgasm washed over you completely. the desire to witness each second of the pleasure you bathed in, was almost enough to make a mess in his pants. when a loud breath escaped your mouth, he withdraw himself from your pussy, placing his arousal-covered fingers in his mouth to lick them clean. a satisfied growl coaxed out of his dry throat, the sweet taste always his favorite dessert.

carefully, you brushed the hem of your skirt down again, hiding the mess that flooded down the insides of your thighs. "so," rafe breathed out, the hands deeply in the pockets of his cargo pants, and a wide smirk plastered across the face. he took a step closer again, chest pressed against yours, a hand placed on the shelf above your head. "when will you let me fuck you? i think i passed the qualifications weeks ago."

"patience is the key, rafe." you giggled, manicured nails placed on the fabric of his polo shirts, and pushing him away with slight force. "but thank you again for taking the stress away."

the last words of gratitude he heard as you walked away. a glance over the shoulders, taking in the straddled expression on rafe's face and the bulge in his trousers. the first time, you ever walked off without giving him something back for his service. but you knew, he would come to get it, to get his revenge for leaving him exposed and needy in the library. a chase, you were excited for.

[notmyneighbor]

in the dark | izaack gauss x francis mosses

explicit

part 1/?

words | 2.5k

cw | fluff and smut

ao3 link

Francis Mosses has a crush on local news anchor Izaack Gauss, who also just happens to live in the same apartment building, one floor below.

He’s not even aware of his feelings at first. He tunes into the local television station early in the morning, before he leaves to deliver dairy products to the citizens of the neighborhood, intending to get the day’s weather report. But that excuse gets flimsier as time wears on. Sometimes he doesn’t even pay attention to the meteorologist. He has eyes only for the handsome reporter with his broad shoulders and generous smile, his wavy dark hair and the prettiest teal blue eyes he’s ever seen.

He’ll just finish making a delivery to one of several bakeries on the weekend run when he picks up a shift and sometimes Izaack will be filling in as well, his image captured on one of the television screens in the window display at the local electronics shop. The milkman freezes in his tracks and just stares until his neck feels hot and the starched work uniform starts chafing just a bit too much in certain areas and then he hastily returns to the truck, hoping no one has noticed.

Despite the fact that both men reside in the same apartment building, they don’t cross paths very often. At most they might share an elevator ride, at the least line up one after the other to present their required documents to the DDD doorman. Francis doesn’t dare let his eyes linger, no matter how much he feels the irresistible pull to gaze at the object of his desire in such close proximity. He can’t look at the source of his most depraved fantasies, when he finally succumbs in the shower or in bed and it’s just him, alone in the dark, wishing and wanting so bad it hurts worse than the ache of desire, the shame that spills guilty, hot and sticky over his hands.

The bachelor tells himself he’s not going to be one of the groupies that hangs around the news station, harassing the poor man for an autograph, but he ends up there anyway, feeling so out of place among the crowd of women of varying ages. Gauss seems to choose whom to gift a signature to at random, scrawling on whatever he can easily reach, typically a photograph of himself or the cover of one of the many magazines he’s graced on more than one occassion.

Francis has none of these items. He’s carrying a copy of a book that the news anchor had mentioned had been a personal favorite of his once. He doesn’t expect the man to make eye contact, to offer a smile that feels a fair bit different as he reaches for the literature. The delivery man has that feeling again, that rushing heat, that uncontrollable itch of skin as he focuses on the plush curves of the television star’s lips, the slight caress his tongue makes to moisten them, the way the lock of raven hair falls forward over his brow as he bends to scrawl on the title page. He hands the book back and their hands touch for the briefest of moments and Francis actually forgets how to breathe for a moment.

He doesn’t view his prize until he’s back in his apartment, fingers trembling when he lifts the cover of the hardback and there is more than just a name there, written in elegant cursive. There is a phone number as well, and he stares at that sequence of digits in stunned disbelief.

It’s late at night by the time he finally works up the courage to dial the number, clearing his throat hastily, the words he’d been rehearsing all day instantly gone out of his head. Izaack’s mellow voice answers and Francis is left to awkwardly stammer, choking. He very nearly hangs up right then. He can’t do this. He’s completely out of his depth.

“It’s…it’s me. From earlier today. With the book, at the autograph session outside the studio.” There. Words. Strung together to form sentences. Not so hard to utter, right?

“Ah. I was wondering when I would hear from you.”

“Uh, yeah.” Francis rubs the back of his neck nervously.

“You want to meet up somewhere for a drink?”

“I don’t uh…I don’t really drink.” He mentally kicks himself immediately. Stupid. The man was inviting him out. For what, he’s still not certain. He has his hopes, but they seem more grounded in fantasy than reality.

“Conversation, then, if alcohol doesn’t suit you.”

“Um…” It’s different, hearing that voice crooning into his ear. On television he’s brisk and professional, formally addressing a large population. The intimacy, the rich sensuality of it directed only at him, like this, is quite a different experience. “Yes, that would be fine.”

“Excellent. You live on the third floor, don’t you? Second apartment?”

“Yes. How did you…I didn’t think you’d noticed…”

“I noticed,” he says, and those two words are velvet and silk, black cherry and whipped cream, sinfully rich and smooth and full of promise. “How about tomorrow night, around seven? I’ll stop by your place.”

“Okay.” Francis’ heart hammers in his chest. So soon. And yet not soon enough.

“See you then.”

***

Francis’ entire closet has been emptied.

He’s not a fashion guru by any stretch, but he wants to look his best for Izaack. The man always wore the nicest looking suits, a new one for every broadcast, or at least he’d never recognized the same tie twice. He doesnt think a tie seems quite right for this outing. Maybe just a long sleeve shirt and slacks. White and black. Not unlike his milkman uniform colors.

He spends a great deal of time in the bathroom. Extra time shaving. Cursing when he knicks his cheeks and throat with the razor more than once. His hair, of course, is refusing to cooperate. Stubborn cow licks standing this way and that. He runs his fingers underneath his eyes. They’re as bruised looking as ever. He’s never slept well, and the position he works doesn’t exactly help that cause, either. Getting up before the birds five days a week or more isn’t exactly conducive to getting adequate rest.

He sighs, finally surrendering. There’s nothing else he can do. He doesn’t own the expensive looking, tailor made Italian cut suits or have that thick head of charcoal hair that sits perfectly in place, the flawless complexion or muscular physique. He looks like someone playing dress up, a pretender. Tired and pale. He can’t imagine what about him has attracted the news reporter’s eye.

Gauss is prompt, arriving precisely at the designated hour. He raps on the door softly and the milkman finds himself face to face with a man he’s coveted for a very long time. Mosses had though his height of six feet had been decent, but Izaack’s got a good half foot piled on top of that. And as well fitting as his suits are (and yes, he is wearing one now) there’s no concealing the muscles that strain the seams at times as he gestures during a newscast. Francis feels so small next to him.

“Ready to go?” The smile is meant to be reassuring, but it only makes the third floor resident’s stomach flutter. He nods and fumbles the door closed and follows the taller man to the elevator and then outside the building. The dark sedan he’s lead towards is unrecognizeable—he’d had no idea what type of vehicle the reporter drove before this. It suits him, though. Sleek and posh and classy, just like its owner.

The seats inside the car are cushioned in plush leather that Francis sinks down into. He secures the lap restraint which earns a little amused smile from his companion before the engine purrs to life.

The milkman has not been on a date in a long time, and he has not been driven anywhere for even longer. He’s accustomed to being behind the wheel, not being chauffeured around. It seems to further offset the balance between the two men. He feels inferior. Even a bit helpless. His eyes focus on the dark hairs lining the hand that grips the steering wheel, the platinum banded watch that probably costs more than what the delivery man earns in a year. He wonders what common ground they can possibly find for conversation. Worlds apart. What was he even doing, living in that apartment building? Surely there were more elegant, upscale offerings in the city. Easily obtainable for a man of his standing and economic means.

“Where are we going?” It seems as safe as any other option to dive into a discourse.

“Someplace nice. I think you’ll like it.”

Francis can’t imagine how the man would know what he does and doesn’t enjoy. They’re virtual strangers.

The car halts at a traffic light and the milkman feels the other man’s eyes on him. He swallows nervously and glances over.

“You look very tense,” the reporter remarks, one arm casually reaching across the seats to drape over Francis’ shoulders. He stiffens and Izaack hums thoughtfully, his thumb pressing against the knotted muscles between his neck and shoulder, working in small circles. “Must be those long hours sitting in that wretched delivery truck. You could do with a proper massage.”

“Yeah, I guess.”

The light turns green and the hand slithers back across, fingernails scraping the fabric of his shirt. Francis thinks he might just spontaneously combust right then. It was all so much, so quickly. He doesn’t know how to respond. Well, maybe not with words. Other parts of him certainly seemed to know.

He squirms in his seat, staring hard outside the passenger window, willing the rising arousal to calm down. He notices a billboard atop one of the high rises advertising the television station the man beside him works at, featuring a larger than life display of their star reporter, and it doesn’t help things any. He can’t escape the man. He’s everywhere.

Francis doesn’t recognize the building he’s brought to. It’s dark and unmarked, with a stern looking bouncer outside that gives even the formidable Gauss’ muscles a run for their money. Izaack parks along a stockade fence behind the establishment, a fair distance away from the building and any other patrons’ cars. He turns the key in the ignition and then leans back, the leather seat creaking slightly.

Francis doesn’t know what to do. Should he open the passenger door? His palms feel clammy. He’s got the entire instrument panel memorized now. The chrome detail of the interior’s trim. He doesn’t know where else to gaze.

“Look at me.”

Francis turns his head slowly. It’s dark in the parking lot. The nearest streetlight is some distance away. The taller man’s features are bathed in shadows.

“You’re nervous.”

“Yeah.”

“Why?”

“I don’t go out. Haven’t in a long time. And I’ve never been…out with a man,” he finishes in a breathless sort of rush. He’s heard stories about what happens to people that dared to express homosexuality openly. It wasn’t just a shunned, taboo practice. People were harmed. Worse than. It was the kind of thing you had to keep behind closed doors. A big risk for someone of Izaack’s notoriety to be taking, if this place is what Francis is beginning to suspect it might be.

“No one here is going to judge you for that. Trust me.”

The milkman isn’t confident, even if his companion exudes so much faith in the alleged discretion and safety of this location. “Have you…have you ever…”

“Been with a man?” He supplies. Francis nods. “Yes. And women, too. But I prefer the company of the former.”

“You could have anybody. Why me?”

Izaack’s head tips thoughtfully. “Why not you?”

“I’m not famous like you. Not…refined. I don’t have nice clothes or a fancy car or any of that.”

“The fame doesn’t matter. Yes, it affords one nice things, and yes, I enjoy them. But those things are material and fleeting. At the end of the day, they don’t really matter. I come home to an apartment full of them, and it still feels empty. I don’t care what you’re wearing. I’m more interested in the man beneath.”

Francis stares, open mouthed. He doesn’t know what he’s expected the reporter to be like up close and personal but this…this isn’t it. So candid. So raw.

“Look, maybe we should just get something over with right now. Break the ice, you know. Then you’re not going to be worrying and wondering about it the whole time we’re trying to have a conversation inside.”

“What did you have in mind?”

“Something like this.” Izaack’s knuckles graze his jaw. “Relax, Francis. I’m not going to bite. Unless you want me to,” he adds with a mischievous smirk. Then his expression softens and he leans over to kiss him.

Oh.

It’s soft and sweet in the beginning, just a light brush. Then the kiss deepens, gets rougher. He feels Izaack’s tongue prodding his mouth open and he surrenders with a moan. Kissing a woman is nothing like this, not that he’d had a lot of practice with the opposite sex, either. But women have smaller jaws and mouths and more delicate bone structure in general. Everything curved where with this man it is all angles: strong, blocky jaw and cleft square chin and a sharp jut of aquiline nose, every feature digging in, demanding its presence to be known. His fingers curl around the side of Francis’ throat, and for one wild moment he thinks the reporter is going to squeeze and the idea excites him more than terrifies him and that, right there, should give him pause. But he’s at the apex of a rollercoaster and there is nowhere to go except plummeting downward. His own fingers curl around the news anchor’s lapel and he sucks and licks and even lets his teeth boldly nip at those juicy lips and that thrusting tongue and it’s wet and messy and absolutely glorious. His cock hurts, struggling so fiercely against the seam of his fly, demanding release. He’s panting, desperately seeking air when they finally draw apart, and for all his suave, confident demeanor, the man behind the wheel looks just as shaken as he feels.

A lazy, crooked sort of smile curves Izaack’s mouth, just barely visible in the dim interior of the luxury automobile. “Well, I think it’s safe to say you definitely prefer the company of men as well.”

“Not men. You.”

“Me,” he agrees, his smile broadening. “Need a minute before we head inside?”

“Uh…yeah.”

Francis tries to find something else to occupy his thoughts and ease the bulge tenting his slacks. But it’s difficult.

More difficult than ever, now that he knows exactly what he can have, right within arm’s reach.

[shyvien-obeyme]

⚜️ Little Moth

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⚜️ Summary: You need help researching local insects. Who better to ask than your favorite angyboi bookworm, Satan?

⚜️ Content: Satan x Reader. No gender specified. Mentions of insect taxidermy. Slightly grotesque at one part. Otherwise, it's all just gentle fluff. 🐈🪷🦷

⚜️ Word Count: ~1,500

⚜️ Note: Lepidoptera is the name given to butterflies and moths. This is my first ever fic. I don't ever plan on becoming much of a writer, I've just been wanting to get my thoughts and fantasies somewhere. But if you have any helpful constructive criticism, please let me know.

I had always has an interest in pretty things, so it was no surprise that I liked insect pinning. It was a small hobby of mine that I’d enjoy in the human world whenever I would come across deceased butterflies or other insects. I also just enjoyed spotting the different local Lepidoptera. But since being in the Devildom, I haven’t been able to partake in this hobby of mine, as I am not very familiar with Devildom creatures. And knowing that the Devildom is a rather magical place, I fear that picking up any random dead moth would leave me cursed or something. So that's when I decided that I should study more about the wildlife in this strange new place I‘ve been suddenly thrust into. I think it over. How do I obtain this knowledge? Maybe I should go to the RAD library?…Or perhaps I could ask Satan if he has any books on local insects. I decide on the latter; It would be a good excuse to spend some alone time with him and talk to him about a favorite hobby of his, books. 

You leave your bedroom and hike upstairs to Satan’s door. Knocking on it’s antique wood, you whisper “It’s me, MC. Can I please come in?” “Ah!” He exclaims gently before you hear a quiet shuffle and his footsteps near the door. He opens it and asks “Of course you can come in. How may I help you, MC?” with a gentle smile gracing his soft pink lips. He steps aside and gestures for you to enter his room. It’s a large room, dimly lit with candles and ethereal moonlight pouring from grandiose arched windows. As usual, it’s something similar to a maze as you maneuver around piles of books stacked as high as pillars. He shuts the door behind you, creating distance between the both of you from the rest of the house so that you can have some much needed privacy. Standing before him you ask, “Umm, I hope you don’t mind… I was wondering if you had any books on the local wildlife. Insects specifically.” You twiddle your thumbs and blush slightly. Even though you love the boys to death and have spent ample time with each of them, you can’t help but to feel a little embarrassed about revealing your hobby. He pauses to think for a moment, hand on his chin as he averts his cerulean eyes. “Yes, I think I have a few, let me take a look.” Thankful that there seemed to be not even a shred of judgement, you take a seat and watch as he shifts his attention to focus on the given task. He gracefully paces back and forth, checking a few different places in the room for books matching your request. He pulls out books from a large stack with precise precision, as if taking a block from a Jenga tower, careful not to knock the rest over. About 6 different books pile in his arms as he meets you on his relatively stiff bed.

“Is something like this what you’re looking for, MC?” You take a look at the books. Some large and thick, others thinner. Some bound in leather, some very old and moth-eaten, and others that seem more modern. They all seem useful, but your attention sticks to the book with the title: Devildom Moths and Butterflies; A Complete Guide. “Ah, yes! Something like this.” You take a moment to peek through a few of the pages before Satan questions “Might I ask what you need these for? You seem very interested” “I‘d like to take a closer look at Devildom’s insects, even take some home if they’re no longer alive. So I wanted to make sure I did research on them first - lest I get struck with some unruly curse!” You gesture dramatically with your hands before chuckling lightly. Satan’s eyes widen slightly in surprise before relaxing into a sweet smile, as if he wasn’t surprised you’d take interest in such a thing. He loves the look of excitement on your face when you find something else that you’re fascinated by. He’s also happy that you came to him for that help, not one of his idiotic brothers.

He shimmies a little closer to you until your thighs and shoulders are touching. You can feel the warmth radiating from his body, and you can smell the subtle floral and musky scent of his cologne. You take a long breath in, letting his essence spill into your nose and send waves of comfort reverberating throughout your whole body, making you relax a little more. “Want to take a look at this book together then?” You look up at him and smile with a nod. “I’d like that a lot!” You gently pry open the aged leather-bound book, pages fluttering as you turn them, and your eyes wander at the pictures of the different butterflies of the Devildom. Together, you pore over the short blurb of information on each of the insects.

“•Demon Silk Moth

Located in only this specific region of the Devildom, the Demon Silk Moth produces silk that contains very special properties and is used for making the most luxurious clothing. The moths are also made into a wide variety of gummies. Yum!”

“•Devil Clothes Moth

A common and destructive pest that eats away at clothing, carpets and tapestries, causing significant damage to any and all fabrics. Is found all over the Devildom, and can be kept away with Mothballs. You can tell when a Devil Clothes Moth infestation is on the rise when you begin to notice holes and weakened spots in your clothing.”

He reads aloud in his smooth and feathery voice as you follow along with your eyes. You point and ask about some of the more eccentric looking Lepidoptera as you see them, to which Satan replies with stories of the occasions he’s found their beauty and grace in person. He places his pointer finger, tipped green with Asmo’s designer nail polish, onto a picture of a butterfly similar to that of a Blue Morpho in the human world. “These ones we often find residing in the garden of the Demon Lord’s Castle. They’re much more beautiful in person, you should see the way their scales glisten in the moonlight. It’s truly an enchanting sight” Your face lights up at his retellings, you feel the excitement surge through your body, letting your toes wiggle as an outlet for some excess emotion to spill out. His expression is warm and gentle, deepening your feeling of ease and comfort. A soft chuckle leaves his lips as you rest your head on his shoulder, continuing to read together.

“This butterfly here with what looks like eyes on its wings, charms it’s victim to eat it so it can lay eggs inside the hosts brain, and like a parasite, it takes over the victims body, making them seem like a zombie and controlling the body to find an area perfect for its offspring to grow and to then devour the corpse as it comes of age.” “Creepy. I’m totally glad a took the initiative to research before possibly ending up as a zombie, haha!” You almost shudder at the thought. “Good thinking. Not to mention, I don't think zombies make good exchange students” You respond by make a silly face and growling like you think a zombie would, extracting hearty giggles from both of you.

Holding the book with one hand, he snakes the other around your waist to pull you in closer. You stare at him again for just a moment, silently consenting to his touch. Your big, goofy yet content smile sends heat to his cheeks. He warmly beams back as you reposition your head back against him, he responds by settling his head against yours. “I value time spent with you, little moth.” You’re struck by Cupid as the words leave his lips. Little moth? “L-Likewise.” “Well, what do you say we make this insect spotting a date? I know perfect places for us to go looking. We should prepare a picnic as well.” “It’s a date, then!” Your glee and excitement is palpable. He takes the moment into his hands and lands a chaste kiss on your forehead with his warm lips, sealing the promise.

Your head spins. It’s at this moment, with wide and glazed over eyes that you realize, the butterflies you were looking for were in your stomach this whole time.

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𝒮𝒽𝓎 𝒲𝓇𝒾𝓉𝑒𝓇 ༝༚༝༚

[nametakensff]

Come Here (S/teddie)

Decided to go off of this idea here and cooked up 3.4k of S/teve and E/ddie fucking 💕

E/ddie decides to tease S/teve with some quick inducing one hot summer day

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Content:

M/M, established relationship, both S/teve and E/ddie have the fetish, E/ddie gets off to his own sneezing, manually induced sneezing, mentions of allergy sneezing, mentions of handjobs, dry humping, blowjobs, masturbation, spray, a little tiny mention of mess, sneezing on someone's face, teasing, nose rubbing, nose blowing, some tiiiny sprinkles of foot fetish stuff (my bad), they are both very sweaty lol

CW: nothing especially? E/ddie is playing with S/teve but they're both completely into it, S/teve is very handsy

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NSFW, minors please DNI!

“Stevieee.”

Lying on Eddie’s bed in a spread-eagle position, Steve was pulled out of the depths of his semi-conscious afternoon doze by the insistent neediness of his boyfriend’s voice.

“Yeah?” He called out, rubbing his eyes groggily with the heels of his palms.

“C’mere.”

Steve sighed. Moving was the last thing he wanted to do. They were in peak summertime heat, and the Munson trailer had very little in the way of functional air conditioning. It was fine if he was permitted to lie around like a spoilt house cat, but Eddie was energetic today. Granted, he was always energetic – but this was a lot even for him, given the veritable furnace-like atmosphere they were sweltering in.  He’d only been able to snag this little nap because Eddie had been so preoccupied with some fantasy novel or other, eyes flying over the words in the thick tome without pause. Not much interested in books and even less interested in watching somebody else read one, Steve had slunk away to sweat a man-shaped puddle onto Eddie’s sheets.

“Baaaby boy. I said come heeere.”

Steve’s eyes snapped open again, and he realised he had already started to dose off in those 10 seconds or so of sleepy contemplation. He knew Eddie wouldn’t stop, so with no small amount of effort he pulled himself to his feet and staggered in the direction of the living room.

He looked at Eddie through bleary eyes, an apathetic expression plastered to his face in sharp contrast with the beatific grin his boyfriend wore. They were both shirtless, dressed only in boxers. It was way too fucking hot for much more, and Eddie had only been persuaded to keep his underwear on after Steve insisted on it. He didn’t think Wayne would appreciate a great big ass-shaped sweat stain on his sofa, and Eddie had had to agree, if not reluctantly.

“What is it, Eds?” He mumbled, making his way over to sit on the couch next to the older man. Eddie promptly stopped him with a hand to the chest.

“Nope. No sitting for you.” Eddie smiled up at him.

Steve blinked, taking in the mischievous twinkle in those big brown eyes, and the electricity sparked by their mutual gaze woke him up the rest of the way faster than a shot of espresso. Oh. So it was like that. The boner he’d sustained in his sleep, though it had been flagging in the miserable heat, gave an interested little twitch. He smiled back as Eddie started to play absently with his chest hair, waiting to hear what he had in mind.

“How about you kneel for me, huh? Right here.”

Eddie gestured at the space on the floor between his spread legs. And sure. Steve could do that. He dropped to his knees, maintaining eye contact with his boyfriend as he did so. Eddie’s smile widened, all teeth and eyes crinkled at the corners, evidently very pleased with how easily Steve was willing to play along. He swung one arm over the back of the sofa; Steve watched the slight rippling of lean muscle as he moved.

“Great job, big boy.” Eddie praised him in a lilted, singsong like manner. Steve smirked.

“Thank you. I studied really hard for all my obedience classes.”

Eddie’s smile widened as he reached behind a couch cushion.

“Could have fooled me, Harrington. Always talking back, always sassing me.”

“Just following your example, I guess.” Steve shrugged, a little distracted from the verbal back-and-forth as he focused in on Eddie’s right hand – and more importantly, what he clutched between his forefinger and thumb. He opened his mouth to enquire, but Eddie was quick to interrupt him.

“Shhh, Steve.”

He didn’t offer any explanation, and Steve’s eyebrow raised in scepticism. It was only when Eddie began to move his right hand up to his face, and Steve recognised the small item in his grip, that he found himself genuinely wordless with anticipation. The small clothing tag had become a regular and happy edition to their sex life now that they had become comfortable enough to indulge in their mutual fetish. He had to admit there had been a little more reluctance on his part, but not for lack of desire; he often felt like his body was too tiny and mortal to contain the levels of excitement he experienced being around Eddie on a daily basis, let alone when he was sneezing for his – their – pleasure.

His sweaty cheeks were already flushed by the heat, but they darkened a little all the same. His mouth suddenly felt dry, his stomach full of butterflies. More importantly, his genitals were making themselves very well known, pitching a solid tent in his boxers in seconds. Eddie was looking at him through heavy lidded eyes with an almost predatory expression of hunger. Steve could relate; he loved when Eddie was equally as responsive and pliant for him. Still didn’t stop him from feeling just a little embarrassed at his own uncontrollable eagerness, though.

Eddie flashed him one last grin before slipping the little tag into his right nostril and beginning to tease. He was so sensitive, Steve thought with immense appreciation. The rim of the metalhead’s nostril twitched even before the tool was inserted, as if in lusty preparation for the tickle to come. As Eddie probed himself, both nostrils began to flare in earnest. He was a pro at this, and Steve knew it would only be a matter of seconds before the first sneeze would come trembling out of him. His allergies had been behaving today, likely because they had been sweltering inside with every window firmly shut. It didn’t mean they were completely under control, and they’d both ushered in the morning with gentle, rolling orgasms, courtesy of Eddie’s morning sneezes and both of their hands. By the cringing expression that was beginning to crumple his features as Steve looked up at him through unblinking eyes, his sinuses were as easily irritable as ever.

One final, shuddering inhale later and the metalhead was pitching forward with a ticklish little fit.

“Hh-HH! HDdt’TSsieww!! Ehdt’TChieww!! Hah’ESHH’ieww!! ‘TShhieww!! EhH’NGXtshh!!”

Steve couldn’t help it as he let out a closed-mouth moan, worrying his bottom lip between his teeth. Eddie had purposely leaned forward more than the natural propulsion of his fit, and so Steve had felt every droplet of the fine aerosol each sneeze pushed out of his boyfriend. He had tilted his head back ever so slightly, letting the sneezes mist his neck and chest. The cool kiss of spray felt even better than usual on his heated skin, and he shivered, breaking out all over in a pleasurable rush of goosebumps.

“Bless you,” He sighed. He wanted to reach out and grab for Eddie, but his boyfriend didn’t even so much as acknowledge that he had spoken to him, slipping the tool right back into his waiting nostril. Steve placed his restless hands on his own thighs, digging his fingernails into the muscular flesh just shy of breaking the skin.

Eddie tickled himself, gasping intermittently as Steve watched him in a dreamy haze, feeling like his bones had been replaced with jelly. He normally only felt this loose post-orgasm, but the combination of sweltering heat, his recent unconsciousness and the unexpectedness of this game left him loopy and soft.

Steve barely had to wait before the next round of sneezes was raining down upon him, the last few so unbearably tickly his boyfriend’s left leg jerked off the ground as they overpowered him.

“hh’NgXt’shieww! HAH’ENGXtch’tsieww!! IGSH’ieww!! Huh’IgKkShieww!! ESHhh’ieww! ‘DDZz’SHieww!!...Ahh, holy fuck, that felt good…”

Eddie sighed, looking about as wiped out as Steve felt. The younger man was happy to see that the metalhead was sporting an impressive erection, pressing up against his boxers and leaking a little through the fabric. His own cock jumped in response, and he swallowed down a sudden deluge of saliva as he drooled at the sight like a fucking dog.

“Fucking bless you, Eddie!” He moaned, fingers flexing as he continued to kneel in front of his sniffling boyfriend.

Eddie didn’t respond this time either, just rubbed at his tickly nose with the palm of his left hand, mashing it around roughly for a couple of moments. The wet clicking sounds the action produced made Steve throb again. He could feel the head of his cock dripping, now.

He jumped at the sudden feeling of Eddie’s heel pressing into his crotch, groaning in equal measures surprise and arousal. It was only for a fleeting moment, a cruel little nudge before Eddie placed his foot back on the ground, thighs spread even wider. Steve tried not to think too hard about how good the pressure had felt, about how much he would have liked to grip Eddie’s ankle and rut back against him. The older man laughed softly at the look of Steve’s wide-eyed incredulity, but then simply returned the tag to his nostril again, barely a pause as he worked on his next fit.

Steve wouldn’t take that shit sitting – or kneeling – down. He pressed forward, torso up against the couch cushions between Eddie’s legs, and gripped each pale thigh firmly before yanking Eddie slightly towards him. Eddie didn’t stop him; he continued to tease himself until his chest swelled with a definitive breath, forced out of him moments later with another attack of spraying, tickly sneezes.

“Hit’TSCH’hieww!! HdT’TScchieww!! EhD’TSchhiew!! ISHhh’ieww!! Hh-! Hah’ISCHHtt!!”

Steve’s eyes closed reflexively, eyelashes fluttering against his cheeks as those sneezes caught him squarely in the face. He sighed, shuddering slightly with adrenaline. This always felt so, so good. He was moments away from shamelessly fucking the couch where his cock pressed up against the worn cushion.

“Bless you, baby.”

Eddie sighed, a distinctly orgasmic and dramatic sigh, sinking back into the couch and luxuriating in the sensation of his own sneezes. Steve liked to sneeze, couldn’t really help the little fetish-fueled rush it gave him, but he wasn’t one to get off to the sensation itself. That Eddie did, admitted to him that sneezing alone, not even someone else’s, could make him cum – it just about made Steve’s head explode every time he thought about it.

“Thank you, Stevie.”

Steve peered up at his face, took in the way Eddie was watching him from under his dark eyelashes. Eddie was addressing him directly now, acknowledging his blessing. He reached for the metalhead’s cock, figuring if he still wasn’t allowed to touch, his boyfriend would be sure to let him know. And, yeah – immediately his searching hand was being redirected, placed right back on Eddie’s thigh. Steve bit the inside of his cheek and swallowed a low whine, feeling as though he was losing his mind just a little bit – even more so as Eddie reached up to tease his nostril again, barely skimming the rim before another set of irritated sneezes burst out of him.

“Hh’EHhTT’TCHieww!! IGSHhh’IEWw!! Hah’EScHh’IEww!!....IISCHhhhhh!”

That lingering, definitive sneeze was so incredibly desperate, so high pitched as it misted over Steve’s face that the resultant shiver of pleasure that rolled down his spine had his hips thrusting involuntarily against the couch. It had been a pretty wet sneeze, too – Steve reached out with a large hand to wipe away the little dribble of saliva that dampened Eddie’s bottom lip. The intimacy of it made both of them moan.

“God bless you. You’re so sneezy, honey. So hot.”

He was getting bolder, incrementally, with every time that they fucked, but Steve couldn’t help cringing just a little at the sound of those words leaving his mouth – even if the giddy rush of arousal they produced was intoxicating. He could handle the embarrassment, however, as long as his words continued to have the effect on Eddie they had evidently just done. His boyfriend almost whimpered, squirming in his seat, cock rock-hard and begging to be touched. Steve was dying. He wanted his hands on Eddie more than he’d ever wanted anyone else’s hands on him – and he always wanted hands on him.

“Mm, thank you. Tickles so much.”

Steve swore and reached for Eddie’s cock, groaning like a petulant toddler when he was once again denied with a quick slap to the wrist. His hands gripped into the flesh of his boyfriend’s thighs, flexing intermittently in restless irritation.

“Eddie,” Steve groaned, voice strained and gravelly.

Eddie said nothing, but as he made to slip the inducing tool right back into his nose, something in Steve snapped. He yanked Eddie forward with a hand behind his knee, causing the older man to yelp in surprise, before manoeuvring the captured leg between his thighs and pressing his straining cock against the older man’s shin. It wasn’t an ideal body part to hump – a soft thigh, an ass, a crotch were all infinitely preferable. Even the sole of Eddie’s foot, the arch of it, pressing up against his cock…but this would have to do. He was pushing his luck as it was.

He started to buck his hips, wishing he was fucking his boyfriend’s ass, imagining the tight clench of muscles around him. Gripping the sweaty skin behind Eddie’s knee was making the angle a little easier, and he found a rhythm faster than he’d expected to.

“Fucking hell, Stevie!” Eddie giggled, pressing his leg up, hard, squashing Steve’s cock and balls between the limb and his own body. Steve gasped – it felt awful and wonderful all at once, and then the pressure was gone and he was pushing himself forward, chasing the contact as if possessed.

“So sensitive.”

Steve huffed at him.

“Shut up. This all your fault, Munson.” He stared up at Eddie. “Look at what you fucking do to me.”

The look that Eddie gave him as he took in the sight of him, the nakedness of his desperation, was so loaded with emotion – burning desire, fondness, awe – that Steve almost swooned with the resultant rush of blood to his already swollen cock.

“Yeah. All my fault...” Eddie muttered, sounding breathless and ruined. Steve wished their chests were pushed together so he could feel the feverish beating of Eddie’s heart, the rapid in and outs of his laboured breathing.

When Eddie raised the tool back up to his nostril, Steve nearly came on the spot. He managed to hold back, gritting his teeth and choking back a strangled ‘fuckkk!’ He wanted to time it just right, bust a nut inside his boxers right as Eddie was showering him with spray. It was going to be an intense orgasm, judging by the way his entire body was beginning to heat up, so, so hot, sweat prickling on his skin as his universe narrowed down to the throbbing in his cock and the sight of his boyfriend’s twitchy pink nostrils.

Eddie’s face crumpled, tongue pressing against his bottom lip as the sneezes built, tickling himself in earnest. His chest jumped with violent hitching breaths, a single tear of irritation beginning to roll down the side of his face. It was so painfully erotic Steve couldn’t catch his breath – the oncoming orgasm leaving him stupid and operating on animalistic impulse alone. He felt his balls drawing up in preparation, felt the coiling pressure in his belly tightening, ready to explode in a euphoric release.

Eddie gasped – a huge, desperate intake of air that sounded almost pained as he pressed the clothing tag as deep into his nostril as he could. He held it there, frozen for an intoxicating moment, the cresting tickle as monumental as Steve’s approaching orgasm. When he did sneeze, they barrelled out of him, an intense rush of both air and sound, overpowering Steve’s senses and ushering his orgasm in so abruptly he yelled with it.

“HUH-!! HHIIISSHHH’IEww!! HahDT’TScHieww!! ENGXT’TSchieww!! IGSSHh!! Hh! HuH’ISSSH’Ieww!! EhH’NGXT’Tschieww!! DDZ’Zshieww-! Heh!! Hahdt’TSSCH’IEWww!!”

Steve came throughout, twitching helplessly, his face a twisted rictus of ecstasy. The sweet, throbbing pleasure of it pulsed through him, cock spitting cum into his underwear, soaked and sticking to the skin of his boyfriend’s leg. He finished cumming in time to tip forward and press his head against Eddie’s thigh, mouth still frozen in an ‘o’ of pleasure, as Eddie sneezed one last time over the expanse of his back. He groaned as the aerosol rained gently across his spine, thoroughly sneezed on and contented in a way only his fetish could make him.

“Ohh fuckkk…” He muttered after a moment, drooling a little onto the soft, pale skin pressed up against his face. Eddie laughed breathily.

“You’re welcome.” He sniffled, the sound of it ominously thick.

Steve gingerly raised his head, feeling almost drunk in the oppressive heat of the room and the closeness of their bodies. Eddie had covered his nose and mouth with a hand, and Steve knew those last few sneezes had been productive.

“Do you need a tissue, baby? Made a mess?”

Eddie nodded, eyes smiling over the protective cradle of his hand.

“Sure.” Another thick sniffle that had Steve’s cock twitching almost painfully with a pitiful, post-orgasm spasm. “But I think you made a bigger one.”

Steve blushed, sighing and pulling himself up on shaky legs. God, that had felt good. He’d practically painted the inside of his underwear, Eddie was right about that. He smiled a goofy, sated smile at Eddie before making his way over to the bedroom. He considered his messy state for a moment, then simply shrugged before removing his underwear and wiping his cock on the clean parts of the fabric. He sighed in over sensitised pleasure; he was still hard and it felt great to stroke himself. He indulged for a few moments longer before flinging his underwear onto the pile of dirty laundry on the floor and returning to the living room, entirely naked and box of tissues in hand.

Eddie was fumbling his left hand over his crotch, pawing lazily at his straining erection as his right hand remained covering his face. Steve’s cock gave an appreciative twitch at the sight of it. He knew in that moment that he wanted his boyfriend to finish in his mouth. He proffered the box to Eddie, waiting for the older man to reach up and take it before he returned to a kneeling position between his legs. As Eddie pulled back his hand, Steve caught sight of the glistening mess underneath for just a moment, and then the metalhead was scrubbing himself clean and indulging in a long, crackling blow. It ended with an awkwardly loud honk that had the pair of them locking eyes and giggling like stupid kids.

When he was done, Eddie simply let himself melt back into the couch.

“That was fun.” He drawled, eyes closed and head tilted back. Steve’s hand crawled up the inside of his thigh. “Did you like that?”

Steve snorted.

“Did I like that? You drained me dry, dude. That felt so fucking good.”

“Yay.” Eddie offered, the corners of his mouth turning up with a smug little smile.

Steve began to pull Eddie’s underwear down, and the older man cooperated by lifting his ass off the couch.

“Not going to slap my hand away this time?” Steve half-heartedly joked, pupils blown wide at the sight of Eddie’s leaking, solid cock. He was salivating in moments, leaning forward and inhaling the scent of him deeply. The press of sweaty pubic hair against his face as he nestled his nose up against the base of his boyfriend’s cock was familiar and intoxicating. Eddie’s breath hitched in anticipation, and Steve knew his arousal was fueled partially by the promise of a blowjob, but even more so out of the suggestible proximity of his pointed nose against his genitals.

“Go to town, honey. I’m not stopping you.”

Steve smiled, kissed his way up the length of Eddie’s cock before pressing his tongue into the slit of his urethra. Eddie uttered a garbled, broken moan, hips bucking uncontrollably and cock head leaking fluid in response.

“You know,” Steve started after licking his palm and wrapping it around Eddie’s sweaty shaft. “Normal people just ask for blowjobs when they want one without the pretence of sneezing all over their boyfriend.” He took the head of Eddie’s cock into his mouth, licking it a couple of times like a melting popsicle before sucking on it, hard.

“Ohh, Stevie…..my way is so much more – ahh! More fun-!” Eddie choked out, fingers reaching out to wrap themselves in Steve’s floppy hair.

Steve couldn’t disagree in the least, replaying the sights and sounds of his boyfriend’s sneezing in his mind as he sucked him down like he was best damn thing he’d ever tasted.

[salarta]

For those of you not aware, X-Men 97 pulled an asshole move of completely excluding Lorna from what happened on Genosha.

This matters because in the comics, she worked with Magneto (before she knew he was her father) to build up Genosha and is one of the survivors of the genocide. Her story was one of failing to save everyone but having to relive the nightmare endlessly by replaying its final moments with her powers until the X-Men got her out of the ruins. Her history was also respected here in the Wolverine and the X-Men cartoon, which gave her great episodes and depictions - the only good ones she's had in cartoons to date.

There seems to be a common thread behind this genocide erasure in Lorna's history: nostalgia for Havolaris and how Lorna was treated in the 90s.

Jordan White was clearly trying to force each of these things while senior editor. At the same time, he had the X-Men books acting like Lorna had no connection at all to Genosha. This went so far that even an event where Kitty Pryde (Jordan White's favorite character, I've been told) did a big thing with Genosha had Lorna's appearance relegated purely to helping Kitty's plan and complaining about a lack of coffee. No acknowledgment she was a survivor of the genocide.

Then we have Beau DeMayo and X-Men 97. To date, the only references we've seen of Lorna were exclusively images of her with Havok and 90s X-Factor. One in opening credits, one in a photo in Forge's place. She's nowhere to be found whatsoever around Genosha in X-Men 97. The show even had X-Factor characters like Multiple Man show up to check things out, but no mention or presence at all for Lorna.

Here's where we stand right now. For a long ass time, I've said that I think there's a path to a relationship with Lorna and Havok eventually being a good thing. I've said it would take work and time where Lorna as her own character is restored and treated properly. I've never said getting the pair back together and it being a good thing was impossible.

This pattern of blatant, deliberate disrespect toward Polaris and her connection to Genosha is seriously making me reconsider that stance. If Lorna surviving a goddamn GENOCIDE can't be respected all because of some nostalgic assholishness, then how in the hell can Lorna make ANY progress or have ANYTHING good so long as the cause of this problem has any play around her? How can Lorna be treated as more than some stupid weakling supporting character girlfriend only there to kiss Havok's ass and jill off over his costume if something as essential as SURVIVING A GENOCIDE going to be ignored in service to sticking her in a toxic relationship with what is increasingly looking like a character that is just irredeemably toxic for Lorna to be around at all?

Up until today, I've said very up front that I seem a path of redemption for this pairing. X-Men 97 is changing my mind on that. I'm very seriously starting to think now that there is no redeeming this pairing and turning it into a good thing. Not when people like Beau DeMayo will erase a genocide from Polaris' character history for the sake of his personal fantasies.

I've said this elsewhere. But in closing, I'm going to be making a very deliberate effort to avoid everything having to do with Beau DeMayo because of his actions here. It's too late for me with the two Strange New Worlds episodes he did. But I already took Witcher and The Originals off my watchlists. And if he steps his toes into anything else I care about in the future, I'll be making it very clear why he shouldn't be involved in those things.

[linkemon]

Demoiselle en détresse (Bakugō Katsuki x Reader) [Fantasy AU]

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ᴏɴᴇꜱʜᴏᴛ ɪɴꜱᴘɪʀᴇᴅ ʙʏ ᴛʜᴇ ᴛʜɪʀᴅ ᴇɴᴅɪɴɢ ᴏꜰ ʙɴʜᴀ. [ʀᴇᴀᴅᴇʀ] ꜱᴇᴛꜱ ᴏꜰꜰ ᴏɴ ᴀɴ ᴇxᴘᴇᴅɪᴛɪᴏɴ ᴡɪᴛʜ ʙᴀᴋᴜɢᴏ ᴋᴀᴛꜱᴜᴋɪ ᴏꜰ ᴛʜᴇ ꜱᴏᴜᴛʜᴇʀɴ, ᴡɪʟᴅ ᴛʀɪʙᴇ. ᴛʜᴇʀᴇ ɪꜱ ᴀ ǫᴜᴇᴇɴ. ᴛʜᴇʀᴇ ɪꜱ ᴀ ꜱᴛʀᴀɴɢᴇ ᴄᴏᴍᴘᴀɴʏ. ᴛʜᴇʀᴇ ɪꜱ ᴀʟꜱᴏ ᴀ ᴅʀᴀɢᴏɴ. ᴏɴʟʏ ᴛʜᴇ ᴏʀᴀᴄʟᴇ ɪꜱ ɴᴏᴛ ǫᴜɪᴛᴇ ᴡʜᴀᴛ ɪᴛ ꜱʜᴏᴜʟᴅ ʙᴇ… ᴛʜᴇ ᴍᴏꜱᴛ ɪᴍᴘᴏʀᴛᴀɴᴛ ǫᴜᴇꜱᴛɪᴏɴ, ʜᴏᴡᴇᴠᴇʀ, ɪꜱ - ᴡʜᴏ ᴡɪʟʟ ᴡɪɴ ᴛʜᴇ ᴛʀᴇᴀꜱᴜʀᴇ?

ᴀᴅᴅɪᴛɪᴏɴᴀʟ ɪɴꜰᴏʀᴍᴀᴛɪᴏɴ: ᴛʜɪꜱ ɪꜱ ᴀ ꜰᴀɴᴛᴀꜱʏ ᴀᴜ. ᴅᴜᴇ ᴛᴏ ᴛʜᴇ ᴀʙᴏᴠᴇ ᴘᴏɪɴᴛ, ɪ ᴅɪᴅ ɴᴏᴛ ᴜꜱᴇ ᴛʜᴇ ꜱᴏ-ᴄᴀʟʟᴇᴅ "ꜱᴜꜰꜰɪxᴇꜱ" ᴀɴᴅ ᴛʜᴇ ᴄʜᴀʀᴀᴄᴛᴇʀꜱ ᴄᴀʟʟ ᴇᴀᴄʜ ᴏᴛʜᴇʀ ʙʏ ᴛʜᴇɪʀ ꜰɪʀꜱᴛ ɴᴀᴍᴇꜱ, ɴᴏᴛ ᴛʜᴇɪʀ ꜱᴜʀɴᴀᴍᴇꜱ, ʙᴇᴄᴀᴜꜱᴇ ᴛʜᴇ ᴀᴄᴛɪᴏɴ ᴅᴏᴇꜱ ɴᴏᴛ ᴛᴀᴋᴇ ᴘʟᴀᴄᴇ ɪɴ ᴊᴀᴘᴀɴ.

Night was falling. Flames from a small fire shot up cheerfully and five tired hikers warmed themselves around it, talking about the events of the past weeks.

— My magic didn't work on these creatures at all — said Ochaco. — I still have a lot to learn.

Everyone shuddered at the mention of nasty flying monsters.

The only one who knew who the mysterious beasts were was [Reader] but she wasn't going to reveal it to the rest of the group.

She played her role, one of many previously prepared for the destinations. As the queen of Kamino, she was taught from a young age to take on various characters and put on appropriate masks. This time she chose the role of a wise woman who didn't stick her nose out from behind books. She changed her appearance and became a quiet mouse. One of the advantages was that she did not have to completely shed her highly developed manners and higher education, which would have been difficult for her to hide.

— Thank you again for saving us, Your Higness — she said to Shōto, who nodded and returned to sipping the aromatic brew of phosphorescent mushrooms.

— It was amazing — Izuku added and began to mumble in fascination.

It didn't take a few moments for him to start writing something down in the leather book he carried with him throughout the journey.

The only person who did not speak flatteringly to the prince that evening was Katsuki Bakugō — the last living representative of a wild tribe from the South and the owner of a huge dragon. With a frown on his face, he repeatedly announced that he didn't need rescuing. Todoroki did not accept his challenge to a duel, which was considered a personal grudge. Finally, in order not to escalate the situation, [Reader] asked the blonde to go collect more firewood. Despite this, curses and the sounds of branches could be heard coming from the forest, which (judging by the cracking sounds) were probably broken by the force of muscles.

— So, if I understood correctly earlier, you are going to try? — Shoto asked.

— Yes. — Ochaco pulled her cloak tighter around her. — We hope that we will be able to convince the oracle. I want to get money to ease the burden on my parents. Along the way, I met Izuku, who wants to become a hero. As for [Reader]… — the girl trailed off.

Until now, she hadn't really thought about what the scientist's goal was.

— My wish is a secret.

— Anyway, she's the only one who knows the way to this place. — Without her, we would probably have been wandering for a long time. Katsuki joined us later. He saved us from monsters similar to those your majesty fought this morning. Then he said he wanted to get to the cave as quickly as possible and joined us. I didn't even try to ask about his wish, I'm too afraid of him. — She pouted. — Along the way, we also met Tenya Īda, a noble knight following an ancient code and...

This was going to be a long story.

— We have a lot of adventures behind us. — Izuku smiled. — And now we're a day away from our destination. I think it's time to rest a bit.

Thus the blankets were distributed and the company fell into a deep sleep in the midst of the ancient forest.

Some time later, Katsuki also joined them. Ever since they first encountered the beasts, they had been on guard duty. That evening, he was first in line.

However, he didn't wake [Reader] up so she could take over his shift like he should have. As he approached and tried to pull her from sleep, she muttered something about five minutes and then began to snore softly. The blonde wanted to shout at her but eventually he adjusted her blanket, added his own and only muttered:

— Sleep well, idiot.

He didn't want to admit it but the scientist caught his eye at the very beginning of the trip. In the first days, she stayed away from him but after he rescued her from the hands of a famous thug called Stain, their relationship warmed up significantly. Sometimes, sitting under the stars, they talked about various trivial and serious topics, enjoying each other's company. They also happened to fly on a dragon in the moonlight.

This was the guard that Katsuki wanted to send, a being who, contrary to appearances, is very intelligent but cunning. It was hard to get him to do any favors other than tearing to shreds and burning everything he could find. [Reader] seemed to be his favourite though because he even let her pet his muzzle. For most of the group, this was an unattainable phenomenon.

In reality, however, the dragon instinctively sympathized with the girl, after all, like her, he was pretending to be someone he was not.

The mythical animal flashed its eyes and nodded in agreement.

The wild one needed sleep too. He planned to reach the oracle with the others in the morning.

This is how the last night before trials passed.

***

At dawn, the travelers said goodbye to Prince Todoroki and his brave white steed and headed towards the caves.

They managed to open the mysterious door to the underworld because Izuku solved the mysterious riddle thanks to his knowledge of mythical heroes.

The dragon had to stay outside, there was no chance of dragging the huge creature into the narrow corridors.

It was dark inside, so Ochaco turned on the light on the end of her wand. They went deeper, trusting the [Reader's] notes, which actually belonged to the castle's book collection. The air was thick, stuffy and stale. They passed stalactites and stalagmites, occasionally scaring bats, to see the mysterious path and the shadow at its end.

When a person hears the word "oracle" they usually imagine a beautiful woman. However, it turned out to be an older man with long black hair who introduced himself as Shōta Aizawa. He obviously just woke up.

— You're interrupting my nap, you idiots. — He rolled over.

— We came to take trials — Izuku said.

— All of you?

He was answered by four nods.

— Great, let the trials begin or something... — He rubbed the sleep from his eyes. — Oh, I would have forgotten. Only one of you will reach the end and I will grant theirs wish. The rest will fly out of here faster than you can imagine.

No one was prepared for such a quick turn of events. Especially the young queen when she realized her hopeless situation.

Before they could ask anything more, white light surrounded the hikers.

This is how the journey through a strange maze full of traps began. It was somewhere above the caves. This was indicated by the green grass, clean air and daylight.

During the trials, Izuku came to the conclusion that he could become a great hero without his wish, willingly giving his chance to the others. Ochaco said that if it weren't for [Reader] who saved her from the thorny vine, she would have beend dead and she honorably retired. They disappeared in a cloud of dark smoke and that was all that was seen of them.

So Katsuki and the false scientist remained on the battlefield. They reached the end of the maze without any major obstacles. There were two shining swords lying there and nothing else.

— I think they want us to fight. — The girl raised her sword.

She took lessons at night but she was aware that she had no chance against the wild man.

— I won't fight you because you pose no challenge to me. — Hey you, Aizen, or whatever your name was, come up with something else! — he shouted at the top of his lungs.

— A fight is a fight, these are the rules of the final trials — the man said in a dispassionate voice.

He was sitting on the wall, unnoticed so far.

— I don't give a damn about your games. You can't force me. — The blonde crossed his arms on his chest.

— You will die here.

— You have to watch us, otherwise you wouldn't be here to begin with. You want to sleep, so going away is not an option for you — [Reader] deduced.

It was a mistake. A nasty smile appeared on the face of the previously calm man, heralding trouble.

— I know you inside and out. I also know what your wishes are. You want your family back, Bakugō — he continued. — Do you even know who you're up against here?

A shiver ran down the girl's neck and she tightened her fingers on the hilt of the sword she was holding.

— Enlighten me.

— Queen [Reader] of Kamino — he said in a quiet voice, then disappeared in a black cloud and reappeared on the wall.

— Katsuki, listen...

— A family of murderers!

The girl could barely withstand the force of the angry boy's attack. The hail of blows fell with unexpected speed. [Reader] felt adrenaline coursing through her veins as she tried to use any defense. Every breath she took was burning with fire because the enemy did not give her even a moment's respite.

The blade clanged as it hit the floor and the girl felt the blade close to her throat. After a moment, she saw him raise it up to deliver the final blow. Her ears were ringing. She tried to articulate a sentence but her voice refused to obey her.

— You've won — a scathing voice whispered to the last of the wild people — I told you I'd make you fight.

The sword was pulled back to a safe distance.

— Get her out of here before I change my mind!

— NO.

[Reader] felt like she was doing one of the biggest stupid things in her life but she had responsibilities and debts to pay. Even if she was defeated and had to be on her knees begging for help.

— It's not fair. Why should I be judged for something my parents did? I know they murdered your tribe fighting for the land but it's not my fault. It's also not the fault of the humans, who will soon face an army of beasts called Nomu. The ones you dealt with along the way. My people don't stand a chance against them. My wish is to stop Shigaraki, their master. I know that tens of thousands of nameless people are nothing to you compared to the parents you lost but I'm going to ask you to use my wish anyway. If revenge or a crown is of any value to you — she felt a lump in her throat — then I'm ready for that too.

— Enough of these sappy speeches — said Aizawa.

With these words, he snapped his fingers and [Reader] disappeared in a cloud of dark smoke.

***

— Your Highness. — Maiden bowed. — Our savior, Katsuki Bakugō, has arrived.

[Reader] nervously adjusted her diadem and smoothed her dress.

— Let him in.

The boy entered as if he was oblivious to the dozens of pairs of eyes watching him in the throne room.

In fact, he admired the craftsmanship and wealth around him. Like all the way to the palace. The city had been blooming and prospering for a year. When he made his wish, he was not fully aware of how many lives he was saving. Now, with so many residents in front of his eyes, he was convinced that he had done the right thing. Strangers who recognized him on the street began to congratulate him, invite him to dinner and give him flowers. This wasn't what he expected.

Even more so, he didn't expect that his heart would accelerate so much at the sight of her.

— I thought I'd drop by.

He had the same cheeky smile as before.

The girl gracefully descended from the platform to kneel in front of the blonde. There were quiet whispers in the room:

— It is not proper to stand higher than Her Highness.

As if on cue, each courtier lowered themself to the floor and bowed their head. There was complete silence.

The boy felt his cheeks turning red.

— I'm not going to kill you or take your crown, so get up, you idiot.

There were murmurs again:

— The hero insults Her Highness?

The queen obediently stood up, dismissing the court with a gesture. A sincere, warm smile appeared on her face.

— It's good to see you again, Katsuki. I would like to thank you for your wish. After the oracle sent me away, I was almost sure that I would have nothing to return to and yet I am standing in my own palace among my subjects.

— You declared me a hero and publicly confessed your parents' sins. — He glanced at her.

— I know it won't bring your family back but I want to fix as many mistakes as I can. Is there something you want? Do you have any treasure or reward in mind that I could repay you with?

— I don't need anything — he muttered.

Suddenly the distance between them decreased dramatically. The boy couldn't stop following every detail on [Reader's] face. The last rays of the setting sun passed through the colorful stained glass windows and danced in the girl's hair and eyes.

— They say every knight should be kissed after saving a damsel in distress — she whispered.

— Well... I think that sounds good.

Bakugō expected it to be just a kiss on the cheek but he received so much more. The girl's lips were soft and warm. He swore he felt sparks spread throughout his body. He placed his hand on her cheek as if he wanted to hold this moment in his memory longer.

From behind the closed door one could hear:

— They look so cute together...

— You see, man, I said that it's a wedding, gimme that three gold coins...

— Youth, I used to be the same...

[Reader], smiling, moved away slightly.

— I think I'm in love, you know? — She looked at him from under her eyelashes.

— That's good, because so do I. — He pulled her and kissed her again.

[dduane]

So I work as a page at a library and for the last 5 years I've been on the lookout for this series I never finished as a kid. I couldn't remember the author, I couldn't remember the title, not even the character names. Just a few of the events and the general vibe. (I was 12 and Accelerated Reader was a program that rewarded me handsomely for reading, not remembering what it was that I read 20 years later).

ANYWAY about a week ago I was looking through some donations we'd received and found an old favorite from Patricia C. Wrede, the Enchanted Forest Chronicles. I pulled them out to look through them fondly, and underneath them was So You Want to Be a Wizard?

~*CORE MEMORY UNLOCKED*~

So much came back to me just then. I knew your name from here, and bc I work in a library and I know a lot of authors names that I haven't read, but I had completely forgotten that I had actually read some of your work before!

I need to find this series and finally finish it (preferably used, I'm poor as dirt lmao).

I just wanted to let you know you wrote one of my favorite books I ever forgot but desperately wanted to remember.

I want to thank you for that. I'm delighted you remembered the books! :) (And tracked their source to her lair.)

...This is one of the strange side issues of being caught between the Time Before A Cultural Shift and the Time After. When I got started, it was relatively rare for MG sf/fantasy books to be recognized (let alone publicized) as series, no matter HOW clearly they were just that. Only after 1997 or so did such branding start to become a thing. ...I mentioned to somebody the other day that it wasn't until the digest editions of the Young Wizards books came out that they were clearly labeled as such -- i.e., part of a series -- on their front covers. And (vaguely to my astonishment) even then the hardcovers weren't so labeled.

(shrug) ...Marketing. What can I say. (And this is why I keep tagging posts like this with my name, and the book name, and the series name; because other people may be assisted. Who knows?...) :)

...Yet there's also this. I'm not sure it's entirely a terrible thing for one's writing to vanish into the depths of people's lives and minds. Because... assuming that the content is sound... one can do good work there. And then later, when you're tracked to your lair and people start saying OMG THIS!111!!, there's a peculiar satisfaction to it: a suggestion that you've been (re)weighed in the scales of that person's here-and-now, and found worthy.

I can cope with that. :) Thanks.

[xxputerxx]

Umm I really like your blog sir. Also umm you asked for fantasy's awhile back umm mine is being kidnapped and Stockholm syndromed. Like I start off really scared and angry but they are really nice to me and I slowly fall in love

I like that idea. You get captured by my military unit and I take a liking to you. Get a little protective

Bringing you warm meals I make from saving parts of mine. Getting you a warmer blanket and softer pillow. Stopping the other men from coming into the basement you’re held in

Apologizing for having to see you naked when I eventually volunteer to wash you (no way I’m letting them see you like this) and trying my best to be gentle about moving you around when I soap and rinse you. But I can’t help being extra slow, and delicate around certain areas. I try to hide it but you notice. I leave hard

Coming in with food everyday, and when you stop throwing it at me, I start staying and making you company

We don’t talk. You’re still my prisoner and we are far from friends but some part of me just needs to be near you. You’re the only person I’ve seen in a long time that isn’t holding a gun or dead. I like your company

When I’m there, you notice me glancing at you anytime you aren’t looking

Eventually you let me sit next to you when you eat. We talk in brief exchanges and you mention you liked reading. A few days later, after you finish eating, I pull out a slightly torn up, damaged book with burned edges. I apologize, it was the best I could find

I retie your restraints so they aren’t as uncomfortable. My hands lingering for half a second when I’m done having an excuse to touch you

I start staying longer after dinner. We talk more and more casually. Eventually I am leaving an hour before sunset. But there is no ignoring what this is. You are a prisoner and I am responsible for that. It’s my job

I am gone longer than usual when a soldier you don’t recognize comes down the stairs. He throws cold scraps of food on a metal tray down next to you.

Then grabs a bucket to fill with cold water.

He doesn’t say a word to you, just grabs at your dirty clothes and starts yanking them off. The force of him pulling at them is enough to throw you around and he slaps your head if you resist. Once you are inevitably naked, he throws the bucket of cold water on you. Then again, and again until you are shivering. He ties your restraints twice as hard. After your “bath” he turns to leave when he notices the blankets and pillows. He comes back and slaps you. Hard. You are not in a fucking hotel. He grabs the blankets and leaves

When I come back it’s late in the night. The basement has a small slit of a window for ventilation and the air coming through it is frigid.

I have a black eye. My knuckles swollen and darkened. Obviously there was a fight.

I come down with a blanket and fresh clothes, which are clearly just my undershirt and sweat pants for sleeping. I untie you completely. And check you for injuries. Running my hand along your face to check for fractures. Once I’m satisfied that you’re ok. I hand you the clothes. You struggle to get them on with your cold-numbed hands. I help you. I hold open the socks for you to step into them. Rolling them up your legs. I do the same for the pants. Looking into your eyes when it’s time to lift your butt so I can move them on to you. I glance down when you do. My breath almost catches. I place the shirt over your neck and very slowly pull it over your body. I barely manage to hide my glances

You are still freezing so I leave and grab my sleeping bag.

As you shimmy in, I hesitantly ask if you would maybe rather I stay to warm you up for a few minutes. Just enough for your body to start warming itself up. I’m worried. You could get sick.

When I climb in, to your surprise, I strip down to just pants. It’s so we have more skin to skin contact, for the heat, obviously.

The sleeping bag is tight. It was only designed for one person and despite my efforts there is no hiding that I am painfully hard. Every movement grinds you into me and I apologize while holding back groans.

Eventually we settle on being face to face in a hugging position. It’s the most comfortable

It takes less than 5 seconds from when I realize our lips are almost touching to when I kiss you for the first time. I pull back and wait for you to reciprocate.

When you do, things move fast. My pants are unbuckled and I move on top of you. The stupid fucking sleeping bag is so tight but I manage to pull your pants down to your ankles and line myself up with your entrance. My hand goes over your mouth. Firm. If I’m caught doing this it’s a write up at best but jail time at worst. I push in, slowly, and sink into you with my full weight. You feel so. fucking. good. We don’t have time to think. I start fucking you fast and deep. The only thing I hold back is how rough I can pound into you. My hips slamming into yours would be too loud. But the sound of us is inevitable. Breath catching, moans escaping, stifled groans and the sound of your wetness fills the small room. Between your voice in my ear and your smell and how fucking good you feel I cant hold it back any more. I look at you for confirmation. Speed up, then dump myself into you. Balls deep and twitching I can’t hold back my moan.

We stay like that for a long time, long enough that we fall asleep. I rush out in the morning. But I’ll be back tonight