#or indulgences that i wanted to indulge in

[flyingwargle]

october fanfic recs!

i don't have too many this month, so check out the previous months' recs: july, august, september

some of these fics are rated e!

sakuatsu

Dawn and Other Acts of Love t. 4.6k. sakusa's worst nightmare has come true: he has to stay the weekend at atsumu's. such a funny premise spun into a fluffy piece with light hurt and so much comfort. loved it!

shoot to kill g. 6.2k. this obliterated me and continues to haunt me. atsumu knows not to cross the line when it comes to insults and arguments, but sakusa does not, and says something that he shouldn't have. very powerful, with a tender conclusion at the end. one of the best fics i read this year <3

Summer Special: Omigiri t. 6.9k. osamu asks sakusa to be his model for his upcoming summer umeboshi onigiri special, but it turns out to be a ploy for him to confess to atsumu. absolutely hilarious.

The Taste of 2 a.m. t. 8.2k. atsumu is an insomniac with a need to drink tea at 2 am and sakusa joins him. they eventually fall in love with the routine and each other.

Curse Breaking for Dummies: A Setter's Guide to Getting the Guy g. 10.2k. 2/2. modern magic twist where atsumu is cursed with a love curse and everyone falls in love with him except sakusa. you can tell where this will go. very fun and lighthearted!

love as told by you t. 11.1k. this fic is the sun that beams onto you at the end of a rainstorm, reassuring you that love exists, and you'll find love, or a platonic soulmate. it's so warm and tender, choke full of affectionate details of a blooming sakuatsu relationship. a comfort fic, for sure.

recipe for disaster e. 22.9k. fwb narrative where atsumu falls in love with sakusa, featuring anxiety, supportive brothers, and sakusa who also loves him back. the sunaosa side of things is also *chef's kiss* and recommended below ehe

sunaosa

turn west towards dawn e. 2.7k. prose intertwined with letters about osamu getting an email from suna while studying in italy to reconnect after their break-up. the writing is both light but heavy with their lingering emotions and regret that makes your heart throb.

resistance to flow t. 6.2k. fwb to lovers agenda. i will never tire of the slippery slope of falling in love, especially if it's written beautifully.

A Primer for the Small Weird Orchestra Loves t. 8.2k. au where the boys are in an orchestra and suna helps osamu with the violin. lovely details and slow burn, with also a sakuatsu sequel.

of great ambition m. 17.8k. more of a suna-centric character study with a splash of sunaosa that focuses on suna's journey to become a pro. suna is so vulnerable in this, and he deserves all the glory for himself. it's also very in line with how i interpret his character <3

secret menu e. 26.3k. the sunaosa side of recipe for disaster. suna takes a part-time job working at onigiri miya during the off-season and gets more than he bargained for. also fwb narrative but augh. augh. the writing for both fics is so good and tailored to each character's perspective. i love both of them.

bokuaka

an ode to a conversation stuck in your throat e. 3.1k. a character study of bokuto who has bpd with spice. achingly soft and full of love.

crossing distance g. 4k. bokuto went abroad to study after high school and akaashi is the first one that he contacts. i just love how they were able to fall into each other again despite the distance and falling out of communication, it's truly a magical thing <3

A Kind of Magic t. 6.7k. bokuto and akaashi often hang out at bokuto's house until akaashi invites him over and introduces him to his incredibly large and wild family. beautiful, beautiful prose and gradual realization of feelings. we stan family members as their cheerleaders.

heavy heart, a love apart e. 7k. exes to lovers. this oozed with angst and heavy hearts with tension that is eventually resolved for a hopeful ending. loved the atmosphere created by the prose.

iwaoi

yes-man t. 4.1k. no matter what oikawa asks of iwa, he always says yes, including a spontaneous weekend trip to las vegas. very cute and fluffy!

Pretty Boy t. 8k. oikawa is used to iwa's range of nicknames for him, but when iwa starts calling him pretty boy, well. that changes things. fluffy, cute, and lighthearted!

shoelaces and departures t. 10.1k. 2/2. magical realism au where iwa runs a cafe and oikawa is compelled to travel to different corners of the world because of his innate wanderlust. mutual pining at its finest with fluff.

rise e. 12.4k. oikawa and iwa live together after high school but don't have a label on their relationship. something else that this fic focuses is on the push-pull aspect they have, especially with oikawa's knee injury. the hurt/comfort hit me where it hurt.

When I Fall to My Feet e. 23.2k. 3/3. trans oikawa is looking for someone to overwrite his terrible first time, and eventually iwa offers to do it. fwb to lovers, with a sprinkle of makki and mattsun friendship, and a wonderfully supportive iwa.

other

The MSBY Black Jackals Guide To Self-Care t. 4.5k. sakusa-centric. a cute little fic of sakusa learning about his teammates' various self-care routines.

Off the Hinges t. 15.9k. arankita, sakuatsu. kita adopts sakusa since he's a kouhai in the same business program as him while watching him develop his relationship with atsumu. kita also takes a page from his own book with his relationship with aran. cute and endearing. my first arankita fic and i hope it won't be my last.

i remember how the earth stopped turning t. 73.3k. 6/6. kageyama-centric. man. man. it's an amazing read that focuses on the immediate post-career ending injury and intertwines povs from other characters. gorgeous prose. give it a read, seriously.

Yamaguchi Tadashi is NOT a ghost hunter m. 77.9k. 23/23. tsukkiyama. the house that tskushima, kuroo, and bokuto rent in osaka is haunted, and hinata recommends yamaguchi, a spirit medium, to help them. the slow burn!! the mystery!! the details!! i very much enjoyed this <3

[plutonianeris]

Asteroid Eros (433)

Eros in the 1st House or Aries: You ooze raw, carnal magnetism, pulling people toward you with that “I dare you” energy. There's something primal about the way you move like you know exactly how to drive others wild with just a look. Your desires are intense and immediate; you want to be wanted right now. You crave the thrill of someone surrendering to your allure, giving in to that undeniable pull. The idea of passion on display, maybe a steamy, public encounter or a knowing glance that says everything it all fuels your fire.

Eros in the 2nd House or Taurus: Pleasure to you is luxury and indulgence, and you want to feel every sensation down to the last detail. Skin against silk sheets, the warmth of a lover’s breath on your neck, the taste of something decadent shared between you. You crave security and something steady but intense, a lover who can keep up with your unhurried, sensual pace. There’s nothing better than savoring the body like a fine wine slowly, deeply, one lingering touch at a time. You’re after earthy, tactile satisfaction, the kind that’s primal but leaves you fully satisfied.

Eros in the 3rd House or Gemini: You want to talk about it, tease it, twist words until the anticipation drives you wild. Mental seduction is your playground, and your foreplay happens through clever banter, whispered promises, and breathless exchanges. You’re drawn to lovers who keep you on edge, who can match your wit and play the game. Words are your aphrodisiac; a well-timed message or a flirty debate can be just as intoxicating as touch. You're the type who needs a lover that can keep up mentally, stirring the mind before the body even gets involved.

Eros in the 4th House or Cancer: Your passions are deep, private, and simmering beneath the surface waiting for the right person to unlock them. You crave a love that’s secure, a partner who lets you fully release behind closed doors. There’s a kink in the contrast: a picture-perfect facade for the world, but an intense, primal heat at home. Soft touches under blankets, hushed whispers in the dark, the kind of intimacy that feels forbidden yet safe. You want to drown in the kind of passion that no one else can see, something precious and hidden.

Eros in the 5th House or Leo: You’re all about passion and drama the kind that makes the walls shake. You want love affairs that feel like wild adventures, with grand gestures and thrilling rendezvous. Your desires are loud, unapologetic, and hungry. You’re drawn to partners who spark that primal side, the ones who make you feel alive and set the room on fire. Every encounter is like a performance, with passion so intense it could set hearts ablaze. You need someone who can match your energy, someone who’s in it for the thrill, the chase, and the fireworks.

Eros in the 6th House or Virgo: There’s something about the everyday that stirs your deepest desires. Secret glances across the office, a lover who surprises you at the gym, a stolen moment in the elevator. You crave partners who show devotion in the little things, making mundane moments electric. You’re drawn to the idea of “serving” each other in every sense whether that’s taking charge, being taken care of, or indulging in a dynamic where attention to detail becomes an act of devotion. It’s the hidden, spicy moments in routine that fuel your fire.

Eros in the 7th House or Libra: Your passion lies in complete, all-consuming partnerships where every boundary melts away. You crave a partner who matches your depth, who’s willing to dive into a soulful, lusty connection where both of you lose yourselves. You’re drawn to the idea of being fully seen and accepted, letting every inhibition fall away. Your desires lean towards one-on-one intimacy, where you can explore each other over and over, like peeling back layers. Possessive? Maybe. But there’s a thrill in knowing you belong to each other completely.

Eros in the 8th House or Scorpio: You are a walking invitation to the forbidden. Dark, intense, transformative connections light you up, and your desires are anything but ordinary. You crave a partner who can keep up with your hunger for depth a lover who isn’t afraid to confront the shadows with you. Power play, surrender, the thrill of holding and being held hostage by passion. There’s something about baring the soul and body, about being stripped to your core. You want a lover who’s as ravenous and relentless as you are, someone who knows that true intimacy is a plunge into the unknown.

Eros in the 9th House or Sagittarius: For you, desire is an adventure, and nothing turns you on more than exploring the unknown with a willing partner. Passion takes you to new heights exotic locations, daring escapades, and spiritual, mind-expanding experiences. You’re drawn to lovers who open your world, who make you feel that lust is a form of discovery. You want the freedom to roam and a partner who’s ready to explore uncharted territories with you, both physically and intellectually. Give you wild places, reckless escapades, and the thrill of something new.

Eros in the 10th House or Capricorn: Power is the ultimate aphrodisiac for you. You’re drawn to success, authority, and lovers who command respect. There’s a thrill in playing with power dynamics, in being with someone who knows exactly what they want and isn’t afraid to take it. Desire for you is in the allure of status, control, and that quiet confidence that only the powerful have. You want a partner who matches your ambition, someone who makes you feel that even your love life is a legacy. You crave a passion that elevates you, leaving a mark for the world to admire.

Eros in the 11th House or Aquarius: Your turn-ons are unconventional, offbeat, and utterly unique. You’re drawn to lovers who defy the rules, who see passion as an experiment and love as a journey into the unexpected. Friends-to-lovers? Maybe a partner who’s also your best friend, or a love that feels rebellious and free. You want someone who gets your quirks, who challenges conventions with you, who pushes you to explore what others might consider strange. There’s a thrill in exploring uncharted boundaries, in finding a love that’s truly one-of-a-kind.

Eros in the 12th House or Pisces: Your desires are hidden, enigmatic, and reach into the deepest layers of your soul. Forbidden connections, secret trysts, and lovers who feel like they’re from another world that’s what pulls you in. There’s a haunting beauty in surrendering to the unknown, and you’re drawn to lovers who ignite that sense of mystery. Desire for you is transcendent, almost spiritual, and you crave the kind of passion that dissolves the boundaries between reality and fantasy. You want to lose yourself completely, to explore realms of intimacy that others can only imagine.

[robo-writing]

Imagine making out with Logan for the first time, not even at the point where your lips meet but he’s desperate for you, heavy hands and low eyes. His facial hair tickles at he whispers against your skin, sweet nothings that don’t quite meet your ears but leave you wanting all the same, fingers tangled in his dark hair as he nips at the sensitive skin of your throat. Open-mouthed kisses trailing from your collarbone to your face, pulling away just enough to see his blown-out pupils staring a hole through you.

You both catch your breath, take a moment to indulge—the sound of your panting, his hand anchored firmly against your back, the tension that makes both of you on edge. It’s electrifying, exhilarating and dangerous at the same time; you don’t know what’s going to happen next, but you know more than anything else than you want it.

Logan’s the first to break the silence, a hand against your cheek as he says—

“Let me kiss you baby.”

It’s far more gentle than you expect from him, a man known for his razor sharp edges, but his vulnerability makes you melt. Again, he asks, peppering you with kisses everywhere but where you need them, avoiding your lips until you give him permission.

“Lemme kiss you, please,” he begs, lips brushing against yours. “Can I?”

The soft tone in his voice makes you whine. A nod, a tug forward, and suddenly he’s devouring you, teeth grazing against your bottom lip, kissing you like he’s starving for it. It makes you dizzy, makes you hold onto the lapels of his jacket as the two of you messily stumble to the wall, fitting against each other like two pieces of a puzzle.

[anxi04]

tim meeting lex at a gala when he’s young. he knows lex is a villain but he’s also the only vaguely smart person there and he has a look of disgust every time someone says anything remotely dumb, which tim relates to SO much.

meanwhile lex seeing this kid who is so clearly going to be a supervillain when he grows older and quite honestly this child scares him a little. so he indulges him just enough to be on his good side. lex just about has a heart attack when tim off handedly mentions one of lex’s very secret, only 6 people know about it and 5 of them are hidden away and can’t see their family because of what they know, project.

every time they see each other at a gala there’s just a sense of “oh thank god someone smart is here” and spend half the time politely shit talking the idiots

cut to 17 yo tim drake (never aging again) and he just. shows up in lexs house one day like “give me the blessing to marry kon and i’ll tell you the absolutely groundbreaking gossip i just found out about rebecca” he gets his blessing without lex even questioning it. he knows tim drake is red robin anyway who else would be able to? he is a little disappointed he went the hero route but out of all heroes red robin is closest to becoming a supervillain anyway so it’s fine

lex however does not know any of the other batfams identity. brucie wayne is a fucking idiot who can’t tie his shoes (lex watches him stuff the laces in his shoes once) dick grayson is a Cop(negative), jason todd is dead, stephanie brown is the daughter of a villain and would probably want to be as far away from that life as possible, damian wayne he could buy as robin but there’s no way anyone biologically related to brucie could be even remotely competent, duke thomas seems too normal, and he can find nothing on cass wayne except she seems too sweet. besides tim’s competent enough to hide his identity from his family. especially the wayne family.

[bunnyunderthebed]

my favorite brushes are attached to your wrists, they make grooming nights unforgettable. slow little spirals, dancing a little waltz on my head, making me floaty and relaxed. my reward, just for being me.

at first i didn't know how to ask for it, i was scared you wouldn't want me burdening your lap with frivolities. but one night i found the words and wrote them down, one of the many notes left on your bathroom mirror. i don't even remember the movie we watched while you pulled me down and indulged me, i was too busy melting.

"scalp massage" this "scalp massage" that it's ok you can just say it. Boys like it when you pet them

[ryescapades]

juno | wind breaker

— in which endo accidentally (or is it) discovers about your crush on him.

characters: endo yamato x gn!reader contents: fluff, petname (princess), some teasing, lovesick!endo ?? slight hint of possessiveness and violence, one curse word, possibly OOC a/n: first wbk fic and it's for endo .. help what have i become /lh not proofread‼️ idk what's happening here ngl 1k wc

"well, well... look who do we have here,"

amusement seeps in to the cold evening air around you, drawled out by a voice you're all too well acquainted with. you startle, the cool evening air causing goosebumps to prickle on your skin.

knees pulled to your chest, you turn your head to see endo strutting to your little spot on the park bench, all in his tank top and loose checkered shirt glory. you immediately glance away lest your eyes decide to indulge themselves in the inked swirls on his stupidly toned arms.

endo stops just a few steps away from the bench, looking down at you with that peculiar look of fascination reserved just for you.

"why the long face, princess?" he catches your gaze, and you grimace slightly at the nickname he'd insisted on calling you. "what are you doing here?" you ask instead.

his little grin widens as he takes the last few steps, occupying the empty seat beside you. you tense, suddenly aware of the gap between you two. it's a decent amount of space, but you'd never felt so smothered before.

"i can ask you the same thing. shouldn't you be heading home by now? it's pretty late. don't want you getting kidnapped by a delinquent or something," he quips, and the jest doesn't pass by you as you let out a small huff. "i'll get going soon. just need a moment,"

endo glances at your passive form; chin tucked in between your knees and arms wrapped around your shins, your fingers fidget with the fabric of your long sleeves. he notices the troubled look on your face, obviously. as much as he loves teasing you, he's also curious about what's going through your mind right now.

he leans back, getting himself comfortable and draping one tatted arm over the back of the bench. "spill your thoughts, princess. heard that's an easy way to deal with problems,"

a faint blush forms on your face then, reminded once again of your current dilemma as you snap your head to give him a reply but you falter when you catch sight of his figure.

your blush deepens. too caught up in your head a few minutes ago, you failed to notice that he's manspreading beside you.

endo subtly perks up, your flustered state never a dull view to his cerulean orbs. "oh?? what's gotten you so red like that, huh?" you audibly click your tongue at the call out. "you're worsening my mood, endo,"

he chuckles at your glare, lifting a shoulder in a casual shrug. "sorry, sorry. i was just trying to help. really," is what he's saying, but the mirth is still heavily laced in his lilted tone.

your mind wanders again, though your scrutinizing eyes never drops from him before you relent begrudgingly. low as the leaves rustling in the breeze, you mutter almost incoherently, "someone confessed to me,"

halting, endo's smirk drops only for a second before that sly smile appears on his face again, your words slowly but surely registering in his head. "you didn't know how to handle it, did you?" he concludes.

you sputter, not expecting him to guess something so correctly. "i-i was— he didn't—" the ravenette barks out a laugh and the embarrassment just multiplies inside you. frustrated at his frivolity, a drawn out groan escapes from your mouth, "god, you're annoying!"

"whaaat? i just find it funny that someone like you gets shy over some measly confession," he muses, causing you to gape at him offendedly. "what does that even mean?" you grit out, "the guy confessed and didn't even let me say anything. he just... said he's willing to wait however long and immediately left! how was i supposed to react to that?" you squawk, finally having had enough of bottling it up.

there's a short snicker before it mellows out to a hum. "so? what's actually the issue then? have you decided an answer yet?" he raises a perfectly-shaped eyebrow.

your pulse quickens, the crease in your forehead deepening in agitation as you awkwardly glance around the empty park save for the two of you. "yeah, w-well... i kinda..." you're mumbling under your breath at this point, "have a crush on someone else,"

you never expected him to hear, given how quiet your voice is, but unfortunately for you, nothing gets past his perusing eyes and ears. nothing about you, at least.

you're lucky your scouring gaze falls on him, for you get to catch the telltale sign of him wanting to get a cheeky comment out. quickly, you scramble to kick away the pyre before a flame is even lit up.

"i'm not telling you who it is!" you sneer.

endo grins, jet black curls brushing his eyes as he tilts his head to the side. his next question comes out promptly, "why? is it me?"

...whelp, looks like the pyre is already burnt to crisp.

"wha—" speechless and immensely mortified, your mouth gapes open and close yet no proper words spill out. it's also not helping that your whole body just seems to burn hotter than the sun, tinges of crimson creeping up to your cheeks and ears like it's nobody's business.

the man in front of you blinks once, twice, before his lips slowly tug into a cheshire smile. his eyes feast on your red cheeks, the organ rapidly beating in his chest literally singing at the endearing sight.

your skin is too hot, clothes too icky, dignity too lost to be found. you clamber to your feet, grabbing your bag on the ground as you turn away from him. "i'm going home," you give your parting words, albeit in a hushed whisper before you rush off, leaving behind an awestruck man who's still reeling from the whole conversation.

an inked hand reaches up to cover the bottom half of his beaming face, a breathless chuckle warming up his palm. gingerly, he opts to cover his whole face with both his hands instead as he feels his own cheeks tinting with that familiar pinkish hues. "fuck," he grunts.

if only you knew how much, much more infatuated he is by you, now growing tenfold after confirming you're just as captivated by his untamed and roguish charm.

surely you won't mind that he's planning to act out on the split second of bloodlust that manifested itself inside his gut after hearing about the confession, yeah?

me running away from the "endo wouldn't do/say this!!!" comments 🏃‍♂️🏃‍♂️

anw what's wrong with guys and their slutty off-shoulder clothes huh

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[darkflame]

my grandma was had a horrible fear of the dogs but. When she visited us we had that german shepherd mix(with austrian shepherd) whixh resulted in very intelligent very protective family oriented dog…who also was almost purely black with long fur and he was bigger than most german shepherds.

We’re talking about behemoth of a dog who’s attempt at “voice” command was actually just mimicking barking because when he barked it was too loud.

But he still attempted the whole “I need to sit on your laps rn” thing and didn’t get why only dad would indulge him.

Anyway! He did that whole but with laying head on grandma’s lap and doing best 🥺 impression he ever could. She was paralyzed with fear, said she assumed he’s about to hit her.

Except 🥺🥺 was relentless. And at some point she understood he just want a bit of cheese. After she threw a piece away to make it better…she was surprised when dog came back all 🥺 again but this time laying all The way down in front of her, acting up a whole “I’m just a little guy” thing but in dog.

Our very big dog Chuck? was regarded by her as “the only trustworthy dog ever” after that

he thinks he's being so smooth with his little face on my leg. i SEE you, villain

[silaslich]

Absolve me of my sins, won’t you?

Simon “Ghost” Riley x f!reader x John “Soap” Mactavish

Wc - 4k

Summary - Johnny gets a taste of what he missed out on at the safe house. Part 2 to this

Cw - 18+, smut, threesome[m,m,f], bondage, blowjobs, face-fucking, masturbation(f)

He’s no stranger to the feeling of bindings.

Johnny isn’t a puritan. Not by any stretch, but he has to admit- these circumstances feel worlds away from anything he’s indulged in before. His pulse leaps under his skin, throat bobbing as he swallows his doubt. He’s nervous. Knee jerking up and down in rapid succession as the chair he’s bound to creaks at the slightest of movement-groaning under his weight when he shifts.

Then her hands are there, nails scratching over his skin, skating up over his shoulder blades to sink further into his flesh then running down his collarbones and over his pecs.

She’s at his ear, smiling into his skin, the smell of her drifts and catches in his nose; geranium and jasmine. It’s sweet and mild, milky on her skin. As soft as she is.

“You’re so tense, Johnny” she coos as she presses her lips to his throat, smiling against him when he shivers.

He’s not sure what’s led him here or how on Earth he’s ended up in this room- with the two of them.

It’s murky in between. The time since the safe house, since listening in on them fucking, spilling in his own hand to the sound of them together- he’d been caught out. Ghost had loomed close after that. Watching Johnny’s back a little too long for his liking, eyes lingering when he thought Johnny wasn’t looking. Yet, Johnny knew, could feel the shift and could feel his gut stir whenever he was within their proximity. It was jealousy, a need of his own, a desire fuelled lust that kept him awake in his bunk at night.

However, he surprised himself, he’s never been a man to put a label on his preferences, but he’s more then a little on edge to realise he’s jealous of them both. He’s greedy. He wants it all, needs it like it’s a lifeline, like it’ll cure the ache in his chest and the boiling curl of heat in his gut.

Sitting here now- it feels surreal, like it’s all one big joke at his expense. Then Ghost shifts from where he’s sitting right across from Soap. The bed creaks and both her and Soap look up, meeting his eye, watching as he stands and begins looms closer. Johnny feels the way she smiles into his skin, it’s more a smirk, really, like she knows what’s about to happen. Because of course she does, he reminds himself, she’s accustomed to this, used to Simon- probably knows exactly how tonight will go.

It had been her suggestion after all. The three of them a few drinks too deep and more then too distracted to care about the football match that everyone had gathered in the rec room to watch. It had started with a drifting hand on Soaps thigh, shadowed in the dim light, lip bitten between her teeth as she feels his hips shift. She’d been doing this since the safe house, teasing him, purposefully getting under his skin only to leave him high and dry. Without any release. Ghost was the same, his glances, his hand placements and his words, unless someone was looking- they wouldn’t catch the change in Ghost’s demeanour, but Johnny has been around him long enough to notice.

“I think we should play nice with him, Si” she mewls. Her hands clutching at Soap’s abdomen from where her arms are circled around his waist, still pressing her body and lips into him as if she’ll melt right under his skin and into his bones. Ghost hums in thought, deft mind ticking over and calculating like always. Johnny doesn’t feel small under his lieutenant’s gaze, he never has, never afraid to speak his mind to him because he knows Ghost values his input even if he doesn’t agree with it. This? This is different. Duty has been left at the door, because inside Simon’s quarters- they’re everything but soldiers.

The mask means Johnny can’t read Ghost’s expressions, but his eyes are bare, smudged in black grease paint but so transparent; every emotion plays through them. Tonight his pupils are blown wide with lust as he comes closer, stopping when his boots are between Soap’s. He cranes his neck down to meet Johnny’s gaze, a big scarred hand reaching up to thumb over his cheek and then down his jaw. Acknowledging him, toeing the line of too much intimacy but throwing caution to the wind regardless. This is all or nothing now, they’re past the point of return, but it’s clear none of them wish to retreat now.

Ghost lifts his hand to his own face to hook his thumb beneath the mask to tug it up to the bridge of his nose, leaving only his jaw and mouth free. Soap watches, intrigued, he’s seen Simon’s face only once, some time ago- seeing a glimpse of it again now jogs the memory. The notch of scarring at the bridge of his nose from multiple breaks and the stubble lining his cheeks, the cut of a scar through his right eyebrow and the line of scar that slices through the same side of his lips. It floods back- let’s Soap put the image back together piece by piece in his head.

Simon’s face is only an inch away now, eye to eye, flitting from Johnny’s gaze and back to his mouth. “You all in, Mactavish?” He asks, his voice low, almost a whisper. Johnny nods before the words have fully left Ghost’s mouth.

“Aye, sir” Johnny breathes- barely a beat after Simon’s spoken.

Simon tastes of nicotine and danger. His tongue is spiked with the burn of it, the warning of a dire demise- broken apart by his hands and barely put back together. But Johnny wants to be broken, his hands itch to clutch at his lieutenant, to fist his shirt in his fingers as his tongue curls into his mouth. It’s everything- the feeling of Ghost’s palms cradling his face, almost tenderly, a forbidden fondness Ghost had made room in his chest for. She’s back again, watching as Simon slips his tongue across Johnny’s filthily. She squirms as she watches because it’s the hottest thing she’s sure she’s ever seen. Her lieutenant and sergeant getting off like teenagers, panting into each other’s mouths when Ghost breaks away- taking a breath.

Her fingers don’t stop their path across Soap’s skin, running up his arms, over his chest, cradling his neck- she wants to have explored every inch of him. Not a single spot left untouched and unloved. Her hand cups his jaw, angles him so he’s looking at her from over his shoulder, then she connects their lips. It’s tender. Worlds different to Simon, she’s timid, relinquishing the control to him, letting him take it all. The chair scrapes when he presses closer to her, licking into her mouth, tasting his own sweat on her tongue where her lips have pressed indents of adoration into his shoulder blades.

“You taste so sweet Johnny” she huffs, pecking his lips once more before she’s sliding away, closer to Simon. Johnny’s smile is drunk, silly as he watches her go, the way the flesh of her arse bounces as she goes. She’d stripped off as soon as they’d all tripped through the doorway, too hot and bothered and horny to keep the layers on. She’s only in her panties now, bare chest marked by Ghost’s teeth long before tonight. Johnny reminds himself he’s just a guest here. He’s shameless as he watches her. Watching Ghost’s big deft mitts clutch at her hips when she rises on her toes to kiss his cheek, then his neck, rubbing her cheek into his skin like a cat scenting it’s property- much like she had already done to Johnny. Ghost catches her off guard, his hands at her throat to tug her mouth to his- smirking into the kiss when she squeals. His hands root into her flesh, so deep it’ll bruise, Johnny feels his cock swell at the sight. Wishing someone would clutch him so tight he’ll wear the brand of their fingertips for days to come.

She breaks away to sink her teeth into Simon’s throat when his hand palms her ass, taking a handful and squeezing. She’s beautiful, Johnny thinks, the way she looks at Simon is something to admire, the warmth of her soul radiates from the inside out. Heaven incarnate. Johnny’s too enthralled in his own mind to notice she speaks, she’s closer now, stood between his spread thighs.

“You look lost, John” she smirks as she sinks to her knees. “I hope we haven’t lost you just yet” she thuds softly to the floor, knees spread as her palms skate over his thighs. He chucks his head back, heart racing, he still can’t believe what’s happening,

“Y’could never lose me, bonnie” when Johnny opens his eyes Simon is suddenly in his vision, stood over him as he moves catch the side of his face to force his eyes upright again.

“Eyes on the prize, Johnny” he rumbles low in his chest, hand now falling from the side of his head to the base of his neck- holding him in place as he watches her closely.

She thinks of teasing. It plays on her mind, but it’s short lived, her and Ghost have waited this long- what’s the point of a few more minutes? She palms johnny through his jeans, her torso slotted between his thighs, then she’s pulling his belt loose and his zipper yanked down too. Soap hisses when their skin meets, her soft palm, the heat and weight of him in her hand. She grips and squeezes his cock between her fingers till his chest crowds forward- tugging against his binds, they’re the laces from her shoes.

“You’re fucking massive, Johnny” she gasps. It isn’t feigned, it’s not to boost his ego or inflate his head. She’s honest and tugs at him lazily as she works his jeans out of the way, getting comfortable as she shifts on her knees. He’s been hard since he walked through the door, since she’d laid her hand across his thighs in the rec room, like a sad-horny little teenager. So it’s no trouble when she pulls him free from his boxers and finds his cock stood to attention, cold air meeting hot skin- he shivers again.

“Fuck” he mutters, more to himself, it catches her attention when her eyes flicker to his, leaning forward to lick a long stripe from the base of him to his head.

His hips stutter- he’s struggling not to keen into her grip, to fuck his hips up into the heat of her mouth; just to be closer. Her plush lips wrap around the head of his cock, teasing just briefly before her hand begins to pump the base of him, reaching where her mouth can’t when she begins to work at taking him deeper down her throat.

The noises are obscene. Wet sounds of her lips closing around him, all slick with her spit and precum that he’s already leaking for her.

“Shit” Johnny spits, hips jerking, gagging her again, tears springing her eyes. “Fuck- lass ah-h shit” his vision doubles when his hair is curled around a fist and yanked upwards. His mohawk is overgrown and Simon uses the leverage to his own advantage. Johnny’s vision swims, refocusing on Simon when he speaks.

“Think you can handle me, sergeant?” The meaning is open, up for debate, but Johnny has never nodded quicker in his life. His brain is in his cock, all the blood pooling there as she sucks him off, lathing at him with her skilled tongue- she’s sucking the life out of him.

“Fuck- lass” Johnny stutters, smiling lazy as he rolls his neck in her direction, watching her head bobbing up and down, focused only on making him feel good. She lets his cock drop free from her mouth with a wet pop, sucking air in through her teeth. She’s breathless, sweat damp hair line askew as those deep lustful eyes look at him through her lashes.

“Feel good, Johnny?” She asks, fingers wrapping tighter around his cock. “Hmm?” She pokes at him, needing the validation, seeking praise that Simon usually lets her eat up so freely. Before Johnny can register any words that might please her, his hair is caught again, tugged at in Simon’s direction where he meets the sight of his lieutenant staring intently down at him with his cock to hand. Johnny’s mouth gapes, eyes flickering from Simon’s cock to his eyes, never intimidated, waiting for the go-ahead. Johnny bucks his hips up when she ever-so-slightly scrapes her teeth around the girth of him, humming around his cock at the satisfaction it gives her to see what’s unfolding in front of her. Johnny opens his mouth and lets his tongue drop free, never letting his eyes leave Simon’s, he hears when his lieutenant sucks a sharp even breath into his chest.

His hair is tugged at again, neck craning down slightly to allow Simon to close the distance more fairly, he uses his hold on Johnny’s hair and his free hand to guide his cock into Johnny’s waiting mouth. The Scot’s tongue slides across the underside of him, catching a prominent vein and Simon almost fucking loses it. “Shit- Mactavish” he bites, hips jerking when Johnny doesn’t shy away, this clearly isn’t his first time, and that thought alone makes Simon’s spine arch.

Then she makes a noise, a surprised little yelp that catches both of their eyes, she releases Johnny’s cock from her mouth with a smile. “Do that again, Simon” she huffs, breathless, “you’re making him twitch” she seems so pleased with that, her lieutenant making her sergeant’s cock tremor in her throat as she sucks him off. Johnny moans around Simon’s cock and the Brit only tightens his hold in Johnny’s mohawk, fisting the hair around his fingers.

She takes a moment, continuing to pump Johnny in her hand while her free hand dips between her own legs, rubbing herself as she watches Simon fuck Johnny’s throat- maybe watching them tongue each other isn’t the hottest thing she’s seen.

Simon throws his head back, stunting his hips, not wanting to choke Johnny on his cock, maybe not yet at least. Yet, the sergeant seems to want it, chasing Simon’s cock as he tries to retreat, taking more of him down his throat with a filthy moan that makes all three of them shiver with want.

The sounds they all make bleed together. Johnny’s choking on Simon’s cock and she’s whining as she fucks herself on her fingers to the sight of her lieutenant fucking her sergeants throat. It’s any wonder they haven’t been caught, a neighbouring soldier bashing his fist against the wall for them to shut the fuck up - but it’s Ghost’s quarters, so it’s more likely that they know better.

Simon tilts his head, watching her as she works her fingers into pussy while she watches his cock disappear into Johnny’s mouth. She’s mesmerised, but Ghost seeks to sweeten the arrangement. “Like what you see, sweetheart?” Funnily enough, both of them nod, both her and Johnny nodding like cock drunk idiots. Simon smirks to himself. He jerks his head at her and she gives him all of her attention, “come up ‘ere and fuck yourself on his cock, sweetheart”. She stills, both her hand on Johnny’s cock and the one that’s dipped beneath her panties, then she’s moving- no need to be told twice.

The chair is standard, rickety and made of plastic and metal, and Johnny’s huge thighs don’t leave much room for her. Yet, she finds a way, presses her knees into the tops of his thighs to balance herself as she settles her weight on him, eyes still transfixed by watching as he sucks Simon off. Her hands settle onto his shoulders, pulling herself flush to him, leaning forward to his his throat, wishing she could feel the thrust of Simon’s cock against her lips there. “You’re doin’ so well, Johnny boy” she coos, biting her lip with a smile when he groans. Then she’s reaching between them to pull her panties aside, tugging his cock and pressing it against the glistening wetness of her folds.

Simon groans too. “Fuck- Johnny” he rumbles, tugging him closer, pressing his cock deeper until Johnny’s nose meets the tuft of hair below his navel, chocking him with a sound Simon could find himself getting used to. “Jus’ like tha’, Johnny” Simon’s words slur, he’s close, punching his hips forward as Johnny sputters and moans around his cock- she sinks down onto Johnny’s cock in one deep push.

Their moans are strangled together, tied in a knot as she presses her forehead to his collarbone, too much all at once. It stings, buried so deep it feels like her organs shift, he’s bigger then Simon- just slightly in length where Simon makes up for it in girth, but it’s still an entirely new sensation to adjust to. “Ahh- ah shit” she whines, rolling her hips, leaking around Johnny’s cock already, drooling for him. She starts to move, knees pressed into his thighs, nails biting into Soap’s chest till they leave indents in his skin- likely to break skin and bruise.

Johnny has tears in his eyes, moaning around his lieutenant’s cock, his sergeant bouncing on his dick- he feels like he’s died and gone to heaven, or maybe it’s hell, because after this- that’s exactly where he’s headed.

Simon spits something at Johnny that he doesn’t catch, hissed behind his teeth, when he’s forced to say it again Simon snaps- snatches a hand around Soap’s throat and squeezes hard. “Gonna cum in your throat, sergeant” he tells, eyes wild as he pushes his hips forward, rhythm slowing, Johnny tries to nod around him, humming around the girth of Simon’s cock like it’ll cure all of his ailments. As if provoked, Johnny presses his tongue against the underside of Simon’s cock, feeling the thrum of his blood through the veins, beating like a drum. “Fuck” Simon growls, both hands flying to clutch at the hair on Johnny’s head, one last cruel thrust into Johnny’s mouth before he cums down his throat- it’s hot on Johnny’s tongue and it feels never ending.

“Thaaaat’s it Johnny” she moans, sweetly, “swallow it all for us” she leans forward again and kisses his neck, talks him through it with so much sickly-sweet praise it makes his cheeks set alight.

Ghost sounds like a wounded animal, snarling as he cums, vision white and blinding as he comes down from the high, hips slowing completely as he holds Johnny in place for a few drawn out seconds before pulling his mouth off of him entirely. Johnny is given only a brief second to catch his breath, eyes drifting to where his cock disappears into her cunt, swallowed in the tight wet heat of her perfect pussy as it gushes and weeps around him- spoiling his jeans. Before he can even open his mouth the grip on his hair returns, pulled to Simon’s mouth, a tangle of teeth and tongue as Simon licks into his mouth- tasting his own cum on Johnny’s lips.

It’s filthy. Down right fucking disgusting, yet they all moan at the sight and the feeling. She grows wetter, fingers teasing at her own clit as she watches them both, and Ghost can’t seem to get enough of it all. Even while he’s kissing Johnny he reaches out his hand, pushes hers out of the way so he can thumb deftly at her clit- making her squeal.

“Ooh- fuck” she squints her eyes shut, rocking against Simon’s fingers, pussy stretched impossibly for Soap’s cock as she rolls her hips. Both men disconnect the kiss, eyes falling to her, the way her tits sway and bounce as she fucks herself on her sergeants cock, the sight of her pussy gushing for them both, beyond turned on at watching them get off.

“Jesus Christ, lass” Johnny moans, hands desperate to touch her, to tweak her nipples and take hold of her throat, bring her lips to his so he can swallow every single noise his cock punches out of her.

“Gorgeous isn’t she” Simon says, no question about it, a shared thought, one he knows to be true. Johnny nods and throws his head back, fucking up into her now.

“Y’both are” Johnny huffs, chest swelling as he chants a series of curses, losing himself to the pleasure.

Simon isn’t caught of guard, not in this situation, she does it all the time. Tells him how beautiful he is and how good he is to her- but hearing it from Johnny is a whole other feeling, likes it not just her pity or her looming orgasm talking, like it could partly be true.

He sees her smile at Johnny’s words, arching forward, hands splayed across Johnny’s chest as she sinks her teeth into his exposed throat. “I try to tell him Johnny” she whispers, but it’s loud enough for them all to hear, “he just won’t listen to me” she’s smirking when she pulls back, admiring the welt that swells under Johnny’s skin. She throws her head to the side, arching her back and meetings Soap’s thrusts now, matching the sloppy rhythm as their orgasms loom. Simon still works at her clit, pressed close her side, then he catches her lips, let’s her taste him, both of them. “Make me cum” she breathes, panting against his lips, and although he would usually deny her for his own sick and twisted amusement- tonight isn’t the night.

Johnny straightens. “Whatta‘bout me?” He smirks, eyes lazy when he leans forward, she smiles and Simon’s eyelids grow heavy, his chest feeling just as. She circles her hips to make Johnny squirm and she’s throws her arms around both of their necks, bringing the three of them impossibly close. It doesn’t really work, their foreheads knock together but they catch one another’s lips, it’s more teeth and bitten lips, but Johnny’s cock grows even harder inside her at the attempted three-way kiss- Simon is the one to break it.

Something cracks open in his chest, a free space, it’s warm and inviting and it’s getting out of hand. But he can’t stop his hands when they reach out for Soap, guided towards the shoe laces that hold his hands behind his back. He tugs at them until they snap away, one falls the the floor while the other bites into Johnny’s wrist, the frayed remnants of it handing loosely off the chair. Before Johnny can clutch for purchase at either of them, Simon grabs his hand and guides it to his mask, he watches the emotions play out on the Scot’s face. Confusion, intrigue and adoration when Simon guides him to fully remove the mask.

Just as Johnny remembers him - tragically beautiful. Scarred and marked by his life, but gorgeously rugged and handsome nonetheless.

Johnny smiles and thumbs over Simon’s cheek as his hand is held there, something shifts right there and then, something beyond fucking and sharing spit. Simon leans forward and Johnny thinks it’s for a kiss, but Simon presses a finger to his lips instead. “Cum in her pussy, Johnny”.

Soap’s eyes harden, as if challenged, and there’s nothing he can’t set his mind to and complete.

His free hands clutch for her now, at her thighs and her hips, leaning forward to close the space, to fuck her with abandon as she stutters her words- clutching for both Simon and Johnny when they both set their hands on her. Simon presses his chest to her spine, loops his arm around her and goes for her clit again, matching the rhythm with strokes of his fingers. “Oh my god” she whines, throwing her head back against Ghost’s shoulder. “F-fuck” she’s crying now too, probably for more then one reason after tonight, but Johnny fucks her through it.

“Cum f’me lass, come on now” his teeth are grit.

Simon pushes her over that edge, he’s done it hundreds of times now, he could do in his sleep with his hands tied behind his back, he knows her body as well as he knows his own now- if not better. The feeling of her orgasm brings Johnny there too, clamping around him, squeezing around his cock so tightly it feels like the circulation will cut off. He howls like a wounded dog, hips punching up, seating his cock as deep as it will go when he finally cums inside of her.

They’re all panting. Breaths twining as the room spins and the muggy smell of sex and sweat lingers in the air, stifling and groggy.

She shifts, Johnny’s cock barely softening inside of her and she laughs, dazed and eyes wide.

Johnny whistles as he catches his breath. “Fuck me” he huffs with a lopsided smile, still breathless.

Simon laughs- something dark, meeting Johnny’s eyes with a smirk.

“That an order, sergeant?”

[weepingwillowwonder]

Imagines Alastor x AFAB!Reader [MDNI 18+ ONLY]

CW: Period sex, Oral Sex, Overstimulation, Needy!Alastor,

Imagine on a rare occasion that Alastor fully takes you and both of you are completely lost in pleasure. Under normal circumstances, convincing Alastor to bed you was…difficult to say the least. It was not often that the mood struck him enough to act on his wandering thoughts, and if he did, it was more so your reactions that he looked forward to, not exactly his own pleasure.

As his partner, you knew this fact very well and respected his boundaries towards the matter, following his lead despite your own yearnings. And of course he knew you wanted him, with how your eyes would roam his body when you didn’t think he was looking, how you’d shift with your thighs pressed together when he spoke sweetly to you, or even how you’d fuck yourself silly when he wasn’t around, his name like a mantra falling from your lips. Ah yes, he knew, you wanted him. Besides, he could smell you, though you didn’t need to know that.

Despite his lack of a libido, he understood you had needs and like any decent partner, he tried his best to make sure those needs were met. Sometimes this involved his own pleasure as well, more often it did not, with his focus purely on satisfying your cravings. So when you approach Alastor one day, shamelessly begging him to bed you, something about the situation compels him to indulge you in ways he normally wouldn't.

He guides you to your shared bed and makes quick work of your clothes, lips crashing into each other in a heated embrace all the while. His fingers quickly find themselves between your legs, impatiently working you open for him to take you. It’s almost as if he can’t get enough of you right now, drinking in your needy sounds as he fingers you deeply. Your body arches up to press against his and he adds another finger, marveling at how impossibly wet you are for him right now.

You can't put a finger on it, but something has Alastor particularly worked up and you can feel it in the rough way his fingers piston inside of you, curling just right to pull out your sweetest sounds. His lips don’t leave yours the entire time, even as he pulls his dripping fingers from you and immediately guides himself to your entrance. He fumbles to sheath himself inside of you when the tip of his cock catches the rim of your hole and a low moan leaves him when he finally sinks inside.

The feeling is almost akin to primal as he takes you, hips knocking into yours fast and hard, exactly the way you asked for and how you both knew you needed him. Tears continually fall down your face as you beg for more in incoherent babbles. 

Something about the situation lights his body up in an unexpectedly rare way, one that only certain circumstances tend to bring about. His sense of self control grows muddy as he continues to lose himself in your unbearably wet heat. He knew you needed him, could feel you leaking along his cock as your cunt milked him for all he was worth. And in a strangely familiar way, he felt as if he needed you, needed this. Your cries, your touch, your scent, everything about this moment of you intimacy had him feeling high, almost feral, and he only continued his brutal pace.

When he finally detaches from you, you both catch the trail of saliva that connects you and the heated gaze from the other. Your eyes glaze over as you’re pushed past overstimulation, and reach up to set a hand on his arm gripping your hips for dear life. His eyes follow your hand and hone in on the dark colored fluids smeared along his lower body. Alastor’s hips slow to a still as he processes what’s happening.

“O-oh..oh my gosh…I think I…I think I just started my period.” You mumble out, halfway sitting up to look between your legs with wide eyes. “I’m so-, oh my gosh…” Alastor eyes trail down between your legs to find a darker liquid coming from you, instead of the normal color of your arousal. For a moment, he can only hear the rapid sound of his heart beating. He’d been so distracted by his sudden excitement that he didn’t bother to consider why he was riled up more than usual. It wasn't a newly sudden interest in sex that caused this. He could smell you.

He hadn’t been paying close enough attention to see that you had been spotting when he stripped you down, nor when he felt like he couldn’t get enough of you. He could smell you bleeding the whole time and in that moment he felt like he was harder than he’d ever been.

“Fuck.” The growl that comes from his lips makes you gasp in misplaced fear of him being angry. As you begin to apologize yet again, he yanks himself from you and immediately drags your bottom half to his mouth. A yelp comes from you initially as you’re practically folded in half, then a high pitch moan as Alastor messily begins eating you out. His head is filled with nothing but the need to have you as his eyes fall closed and his tongue searches further inside of you. Your hand comes to bury itself in his hair as he frantically laps along your core, giving you no time to catch your breath.

“Alastor! Alastor please! I can’t, I can’t…! No, no, no, no!” You cry out as an orgasm crashes through you, roughly tugging on his locks in an attempt to pull him away. A threatening growl vibrates against your cunt and you hear the distant sound of static as Alastor’s fingers seem to sink deeper into the skin of your hips. You’re unable to do anything but lay there as he brings you close to the edge again, cries completely ignored as he focuses only on tasting more of you.

When he finally gets his fill and pulls away with a groan, he lowers your body back on the bed and comes up to nuzzle your neck. You weakly call out his name, and cling to him as the weight of his body comes to rest upon yours. As your body starts to relax, you let out a sudden gasp as you feel Alastor’s hardened member dragging along your thigh.

“Oh darling, you’ll indulge me won’t you?” His breath comes out in pants as his fingers dig into the already bruised areas of your hips. His lips hover just above your ear as his antlers begin to grow from on top of his head. “Just one more little taste…”

[aboutcustardcreams]

Until next time

Agathario x reader

The scene in the forest where Agatha delivered the baby is living in my head rent free and I just couldn't resist the urge to write an os about it. Rewrite, actually. It's my first Agatha's fic, so I'm pretty excited. Hope you guys like it <3

warning: angst, a touch of fluff

The baby’s soft cries echoed in the forest, as a reminder that a life has just begun, tender and innocent. Agatha was perched by a tree, only wrapped in a light and crumbled vest. Her cloak dropped somewhere a few feet away. The sweat and the pressure at her lower abdomen finally subsided, making her feel like she could breathe properly again. There was blood between her legs, staining her inner thighs, flooding and then drying out to her knees. Everything kind of hurt, her eyes were heavy, but her senses stayed alert. 

“Move,” the Green Witch muttered in a placid order. 

You looked into her eyes, slowly shaking your head, as you stood in front of Agatha, shielding her and the baby, “No.”

The witch felt a wave of relief wash over her when she heard your simple, yet categorical answer. She was in no condition to fight against Rio on this, despite the fire in her eyes and the weak magic already tingling her digits. 

Rio sighed, “we aren’t doing this. You promised–”

“I know what I did,” you interjected, closing your hands into fists, “But I changed my mind. I am allowed to change my mind,” you pointed out, voice thick with emotion. You couldn’t bring yourself to say goodbye to a child you didn’t even hold in your arms yet. “I-I can’t let you take him,” turning around, your eyes focused on the baby’s tiny head peeking out of the little blanket Agatha wrapped him in. “I mean, he’s innocent. It can’t be his time…”

“My loves–” 

“Just let him live,” Agatha interjected, her voice both exhausted and desperate. She never felt so scared before, “Please, don’t take him from me.” 

When he clasped his tiny hands in her long wavy hair, her lips brushed against his head, “I love you,” she smiled, rocking him ever so gently, “I love you so much.”

Your heart melted at the sight before your eyes. Rio felt a slight indecision tugging at her chest. She never thought the first time she would hold her son would be to carry him in the afterlife. It felt cruel. It was cruel. But he was sick, he could feel his disease, hovering like a shadow around him. 

“I’m not giving up. Not yet,” you insisted. 

“You talk as if I didn’t wish for him to live,” Rio retorted in disbelief. 

“Oh, spare us, Rio!” Agatha snapped. “You’re the Green Witch, it’s not like you’ve got no power at your disposal. And yet you’re choosing the easy way.”

Rio couldn’t believe her ears. “The easy way you say? Are you nuts? He is my son too, Agatha!”

You frowned at their bickering. Last thing you wanted was to indulge in this fight. This moment was supposed to bring joy to your lives. A child was born, your child for fuck’s sake. Why couldn’t you three be happy about it? Why couldn’t you cherish the moment? He was sick, but you could still try to save him. Work together to make it possible. You, Agatha and Rio weren’t common witches after all, and if there was someone able to find a loophole, it would be you. 

“Then start acting more like a mother,” Agatha retorted, voice dropping in a whisper. 

“It’s not my fault I’ve got responsibilities, Agatha. I never asked to be like this,” Rio’s voice wavered a bit, her heart thumping in her chest with painful insistence. 

“My loves, please we shouldn’t–”

The sound of Agatha’s mocking laughter prevented you from finishing off that sentence. “What about the responsibilities towards our son? He should come first.” 

“Our son is sick, and in order for him to live, many will have to die. It will cause absolute chaos.”

“So be it. All I care about is my son.” Her icy blue eyes sparkling dangerously as she said those words with force and a bit of selfishness. 

You considered Rio’s words; a bunch of conflicted emotions passed through you. Rio wouldn’t say those things if she knew there was another way out of this. But maybe if she couldn’t find it, you could, if only you were granted more time to figure it out. 

“If you take him, I’ll hate you forever,” she insisted rather calmly now. 

“Agatha…”

Color drained from your face at those words. You knew she didn��t mean that. She couldn’t. When a muffled sound slipped from Rio’s lips, a mixture between a choked sob and a scoff, you drew closer to her, your hands immediately finding her cheeks. You weren’t supposed to pick sides. You were a family, and it should stay like that. 

“She doesn’t mean it,” you said both softly and firmly, thumbs brushing against her cheekbones. She rolled her eyes and you took a firmer grip on her face, so that she would focus on your eyes, “Rio, listen to me, she doesn’t–”

“I do.” Agatha deadpanned, cutting you off.  

You hissed, “Quiet, Agatha.” 

Rio let out a quiet humorless chuckle, when the other witch grumbled something under her breath. 

“We are just scared, my love. We want this child to live, we need him to, do you understand that?” 

When your voice croaked slightly, her hands tangled in your hair and pulled you closer to her, “I know, baby. I know,” she cooed, getting lost in those wet lashes of yours.

You swallowed thickly, “I don’t want to say goodbye.” 

She leaned in and brushed her lips right under your eye, her magic immediately mingling with yours. Your eyelids fluttered close and you let out a faint mewl. 

“I can only offer time,” she said, once she pulled away, so that she could meet both yours and Agatha’s eyes.

You arched an eyebrow confusedly, “what does it mean?”

“How much time?” Asked Agatha. 

She shrugged, as if she didn’t know or she couldn’t really say. Her behavior only served the purpose of making you more nervous. Crossing your arms over your chest, you knew that you’d have to use this time to master your own powers. To make sure that whenever Rio intended on collecting your son’s soul, you’d be ready to fight. Not her of course, but the process of Death itself. You were a necromancer witch, whose powers were completely opposite to Rio’s. While her job was to keep order between life and death, your powers could easily break that balance if you wanted to. Meaning that you could resurrect life forms.

“You know I’ll still try when the time comes, don’t you?”

Rio looked at you and despite your words, she smiled, “I know, love. Thought I’d hate you if you decided to interfere, but honestly, I hope you win.” 

It was your turn to crack a smile in her direction. “It’s not a competition, Rio. All I want is to keep our child alive.” 

She hummed, without voicing her concerns out loud, not wanting to add more to yours and Agatha’s shoulders, “You two will make a good job.”

You and Agatha exchanged a confused look, “you sound like you’re leaving us behind,” she trailed off. 

When Rio averted her eyes, lips pressed in a thin line, you were sure you felt your heart shatter. 

“No, she’s not-” you looked at Agatha, hoping to have got it all wrong. But when you spotted tears welling up in her eyes, you realized the truth. 

“Rio, please, don’t do this–”

“I must. I can’t be seen around him,” her tone was sad, yet you could still feel the love filling each word. You kept shaking your head in denial. “Might be difficult to believe but there are women above me I respond to.” 

“The Fates have no power if you don’t do your part,” Agatha pointed out, hoping to be right.

Rio smacked her lips in return. “It’s not that simple. Atropos, the eldest of the three, could give me a really hard time if I disobey.” 

You clenched your jaw at her words. The thought of handing your son’s life in the hands of those crones made absolutely no sense to you. They shouldn’t be entitled to take the life of an innocent just like that. You were a necromancer witch, meaning that you could change things. For a long time you buried that part of yourself within you, because of the things you’ve been told all your life. Interfering with the natural order of the things was wrong; your power was an abomination, but at that moment, all those warnings sounded like bullshit. 

Rio sensed your distress, her fingers brushed yours, “I’ll keep him hidden for as long as I can.” 

Then she turned to Agatha and pointed at the baby in the silent, almost timid request to approach him. She still had to see him properly after all. Agatha nodded and moved the child so that he would face her, tucking a bit of the blanket underneath his chin to better expose his tiny face. 

Rio brushed a strand of Agatha’s hair first, “you did amazing, my love,” she praised her, causing a light brush on the witch’s cheeks. She couldn’t quite believe she, you three created such a beautiful baby boy from scratch. 

“Hi” she cooed, now focusing on the newborn. You leaned against the tree, the same tree Agatha was perched by, and looked from above the sweet interaction going on. Rio’s fingertips grazed over his tiny, perfect nose. “I can’t promise you a life devoid of challenges and pain, but I confide in your mothers to always make sure you’re happy and loved,” she lifted her eyes to meet yours and Agatha’s. A watery smile tugged at her lips, “And trust me, you’re so so loved already, little one.” 

You wiped the corners of your eyes and so did Agatha. 

“We should name him Nicholas,” she said after a moment of contemplation.  

Knowing the meaning of the name, you felt like you couldn’t agree more on it, “Nicholas Scratch,” you added, “cause we made him from scratch.” 

Rio turned towards you, while her fingers played with the baby’s tender little hands. “That’s perfect, my love. Isn’t it, Agatha?”

Agatha swallowed thickly, already mourning the loss of Rio, despite her being still there. She nodded, and then she tangled a hand in Rio’s hair, pulling her closer to her face. For a moment she only leaned against her forehead, inhaling her sweet scent of flowers. Then the Green Witch took the initiative and placed her lips on top of hers, savoring with extreme gentleness, the plumpiness of Agatha’s. You ran a hand in Agatha’s hair, fingers stroking her scalp to let her feel your presence too, while your eyes darted on Rio. When Agatha let out a choked sob in Rio’s mouth, overwhelmed by everything that had just happened in such a short time, the other hushed her softly, “it’s going to be okay.”

Neither you nor Agatha were sure about it, but you had no other choice than to believe her. 

“Take care of your moms, Nicky,” she later added, placing one last kiss on his forehead and then on Agatha’s. 

Once she stood up again, she focused her attention on you. In an ideal world, you’d be her enemy, because of the powers you possessed. And yet, against all the odds, you became her lover, one of the most important persons in her life. 

“Don’t be sad…”

You nibbled on your inner cheek so hard you drew blood. With your arms crossed over your chest, you struggled to spill a single word because you didn’t trust your voice at the moment. Your entire body was shaking on the inside. Agatha never saw you look so fragile before. It felt like a stab in her chest to witness her family fall apart like that. 

“You’re asking too much of me,” you kept your eyes down, focusing on the tip of your boots. 

“Nena, look at me,” Rio tried to meet your eyes, but you purposefully kept it down, shaking it stubbornly and hopelessly. She smiled, feigning hurt in her tone as she continued, “You wouldn’t let me go without a proper kiss now, would you?” 

Despite your best efforts, you let out a small watery chuckle at her playful teasing, “I hate that you’re doing this.”

“It’s for Nicky…” She said simply. 

Agatha buried her face in the baby’s naked shoulder, finding comfort in his pure and unique scent. 

“And I am sorry,” when you finally met her eyes, Rio cupped your cheeks, “so sorry you don’t get to be his mother. It’s your right to be.”

But Rio’s lips curled into a reassuring smile, despite her sadness. “Don’t be. I’ll get my turn eventually…  and for now, I’ll be his–”

“Please, don’t say shadow,” you muttered, and that elicited a small chuckle out of the Green Witch. If you turned around you’d see Agatha’s lips stretch into a smile too. 

“Guardian, then.”

You hummed and licked your lips, tasting the saltiness of your own tears in your mouth. 

“Now come here, I waited enough–” 

The witch pulled you closer with ease. Your body crashed into hers but it was okay because she was ready to hold you. 

Agatha could see Rio’s face as she hugged you. She spotted a single tear slip down her eye and her stomach lurched. When you two pulled away, Rio took a few steps back, pulling the green cloak over her head. She lingered a few seconds to memorize the scene before her. You dropped on your knees and landed next to Agatha. Her head immediately lolled on your shoulder, and you turned yours to place your lips in her hair. 

Rio waved softly, then blew a kiss to each of you, “Nos vemos, mis amores.” 

You and Agatha nodded quietly, watching the Green Witch disappear before your eyes. Agatha let out a silent sob when she did; your arms immediately wrapped around her and the baby in a protective embrace. 

“We will be fine, Aggs.” 

When Agatha met your gaze, eyes full of hope and vulnerability, you took a mental vow to protect her and Nicky whatever the cost. 

“Yeah,” she echoed with a smile you immediately reciprocated. She closed her eyes when you leaned in to brush your lips against her still clammy forehead. 

When the baby started crying again, you two pulled away and focused your attention on Nicky. He looked rather pale for your liking, a little warm too. You knew what he needed and so did Agatha. You placed a tender kiss on his cheek, Agatha’s lips curling into a soft smile, while you did. Then you stood, hands on your hips, eyes roaming around your surroundings like a predator looking for its prey. You didn’t want to do this, but you were just a mother trying to keep your son alive. 

When Agatha attempted to get up, you interjected, “stay here for now. Let me do the rest.”

Her expression shifted from confusion to worry, “You shouldn’t be doing this alone.”

“Agatha,” you merely rolled your eyes at that, “You just had our baby, I think it’s not the end of the world if you sit this one out,” your voice laced with a hint of playfulness despite the things you had to do. It’s not that you never killed before, cause you did. Not in cold blood though. You forced yourself into believing that it wouldn’t be much different. Once a wise person told you, a witch must do anything in her power to survive and there’s no shame in that. You were looking at her now, as her attention remained fixed on you. 

“Be careful,” it was supposed to sound like an order, but the softness in her eyes betrayed her. 

You chuckled lightly, “I always am,” you concluded, pulling the cloak up over your head. 

[bookwormjust]

Child Curiosity (established relationship with Azriel, Nyx questioning)

The Inner Circle reunited as almost every week for their famous dinner, wasn't prepared for a little curious Illyrian boy Fae, who this night decided to ask questions and have what he wanted. Because who would said no to the little boy, big blue ethereal eyes blinking at you, red little puffy cheeks, little freckle on his baby skin, no one can ignore that and only can indulge the little boy curiosity with care and attention.

Our Nyx, ever persistent in his childlike curiosity, wriggled down from Rhysand’s lap and padded over to you, his little feet barely making a sound against the floor. Without hesitation, he climbed up into your lap, nestling against you with the innocent comfort of a child who adored you. You instinctively wrapped your arms around him, holding him close as he gazed up at you with wide, hopeful eyes.

“Can you give me a cousin?” Nyx asked, his voice soft and earnest, as if you had the power to grant his wish with a mere word. “Mama said babies come from females. So... can you make me a cousin soon, Auntie?”

The room fell into an amused silence again, but this time there was a different kind of weight to it—a tender, loving one. The quiet snickers and glances from the Inner Circle faded as they watched the interaction with fondness, understanding the pure innocence of Nyx’s question. Feyre’s eyes shimmered with warmth, and Rhysand had a playful but proud look in his gaze as he watched his son.

You glanced at Azriel, who was already watching you intently. There was a softness in his expression, his usual stoic mask slipping as he witnessed you with Nyx on your lap, looking so natural and loving. Azriel's hazel eyes held a mixture of tenderness and longing, as if the scene before him stirred something deep inside. 

You gently brushed a hand through Nyx’s hair, smiling down at him. “Oh, sweetheart,” you said softly, your voice filled with affection. “It’s not that simple. Babies take time, and your uncle Az and I need to be ready before we can think about giving you a cousin.”

Nyx’s little brows furrowed in confusion. “But why? I’m ready now!” His innocence was almost heart-wrenching, making everyone around the table smile with both amusement and sympathy.

Cassian, unable to resist, leaned back in his chair with a grin. “Looks like you’ve got a tough negotiator there, Az. Good luck explaining that one.”

Azriel chuckled softly, shaking his head as his shadows shifted in response to his relaxed mood. He leaned forward slightly, his gaze focused on both you and Nyx. “It’s not just about being ready, little one,” Azriel explained in his calm, soothing voice. “Your Auntie and I need to make sure everything is just right. We want to make sure any cousin we give you is as loved and cared for as you are.”

Nyx thought about that for a moment, looking between you and Azriel with the same intensity as if you were discussing the most important matter in the world. His small hand rested on your arm, his little fingers gripping onto you as he said, “I’ll take good care of them, I promise. I’ll share my toys and everything.”

At that, the entire table erupted into soft, warm laughter. Even Feyre, who had been watching quietly, smiled wider, brushing a tear from her eye as Rhysand squeezed her hand under the table. 

You couldn’t help but hug Nyx tighter, your heart swelling with the purity of his words. “I know you would, Nyx,” you whispered into his hair. “You’re going to be the best big cousin one day.”

Azriel leaned closer, his hand resting on your knee and his wings slightly flaring out in a protective, almost possessive gesture. “And when the time comes, Nyx, you’ll be the first to know,” Azriel added, his voice low but filled with an unspoken promise. 

Nyx beamed at that, completely content with your and Azriel’s answers. He stayed on your lap for the rest of the dinner, happily chatting with everyone while you shared a knowing smile with Azriel. The warmth of the Inner Circle surrounded you, and in that moment, with Nyx in your arms and Azriel’s hand in yours, you felt that whatever the future held, it would be filled with love, family, and a sense of belonging that went beyond words.

As the dinner went on, the soft smiles exchanged between you and Azriel carried a new kind of understanding—one of patience, love, and the quiet certainty that when the time was right, you would start the next chapter of your lives together.

[sixflame438]

Chasing Lightning

Synopsis - Your girlfriend’s in a mood and locks herself in your room causing you to sleep apart. It starts thunder storming in the middle of the night but Minjeong is scared of lightning

Pairing - Kim Minjeong X Reader

Tags - Fluff, light angst, mild astraphobia, established relationship, grammatical errors probably, another 3am post

A/N - A short fic i wrote in one go (yay me), will try to get the other drafts out of the basement after my last 2 exams :D

Wordcount - 1726

Minjeong was mad again and you dont have a clue why. All you did know was that you finished your dinner alone and that your apartment was lacking the usual lively energy of your girlfriend. It was like winter had frozen over with how silent and chilling being in the apartment felt, not even the sounds of a drama playing quietly in the background.

You missed your girlfriend despite her simply being a door apart. And of course you tried multiple times to get her out, whether that was sincerely asking her to or attempting to lure her out with snacks they were all to no avail. She just wouldn’t budge.

If it weren’t for the muffled noises coming from behind the door you probably wouldve assumed you were home alone but they were very real and they definitely came from your girlfriend. You deduced the sounds to be crying and sniffling and it hurt you to hear them, even more knowing you had no way to stop them.

You couldnt even begin to figure out why she was in such a mood. It was like this when you came back from work.

No hugs

No kisses

No Minjeong

No nothing

You couldve easily spent the entire night trying to coax her out but you were tired and sweaty from work and all you wanted to do was crash out while snuggling with your favorite person.

If Minjeong wasnt going to let you in, youd just have to give her some time and space. You had no choice anyway.

She had locked you out of your own bedroom and left you to fend for yourself alone. (it was practically both of yours with how often she was in there with you but the audacity of this girl)

And since most of your stuff was in there you had to make do with what was left scattered around the house. It really wasnt that hard though since you were quite the clumsy mess, always forgetting and leaving things in places they shouldnt be.

In your scavenger hunt you had found a spare set of clothes to change into, some makeup wipes to clean your face with and half of the products required in your night routine.

You took a quick shower to freshen up and rearranged the couch so that you would have an easier time trying to sleep. There was a spare blanket bundled in the corner from your movie night 2 days ago which you could use and some cushions and pillows you could stack to provide another layer of comfort.

Laying onto your makeshift bed, you struggled with finding a good position to sleep in. The couch wasnt ideal to sleep on and the cushions kept moving out of place everytime you turned. It wasnt much but it would have to do, youd just have to hope it was enough.

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It wasnt enough. You were certain just lying on that made you feel worse than you did before. The uneven feeling of the cushions didnt help either as different parts of your body were elevated while others were feeling the hard surface of the couch.

The weather didnt help much as a thunderstorm started as soon as you tried sleeping and no matter how hard you wanted to, you couldn’t will yourself into slumber either. The raging downpour of rain mixed with the thunderclaps created a painful symphony of pattering noises, uneven and aching to the ear, perfect to distract someone from falling asleep.

Lightning had also started coloring the dark skies with its striking flashes, loud and unpredictable. Since you couldn’t sleep you decided it would be fine to indulge in the lightning instead, pulling over a chair and opening the blinds so you could see the skies better.

The low dim light glowing from the moon and the dark midnight sky helped illuminate the lightning strikes and bright stars. If you were a photographer you wouldve definitely tried capturing the moment in physical form but keeping the scene in your head was alright too.

Other than the scene being quite stunningly beautiful (like your girlfriend) you found it quite funny as it kind of looked like the sky was trying (and failing) to play connect the dots with the stars. You dont know why but you were just so entertained by the sight.

It was rare but you had always enjoyed seeing the natural phenomenon nonetheless, finding it quite fascinating and inspiring.

Your girlfriend on the other hand?

Strong stoic Minjeong was never a fan of lightning, it was quite an experience the first time you both saw the flashing lights together. The high pitched squeals and screams could never leave your head and you didnt want them to. It was fun seeing that side of her and even more fun teasing her about it.

You remember bringing her close and spending the night in each others embrace, forgetting the world as it faded away. This time though you weren’t there for her, you couldn’t even if you wanted to all because of a stupid locked door.

You were really hoping Minjeong had already fallen into a peaceful slumber and hadnt heard the harsh sounds of the lightning. Considering you hadnt heard any noises from your girlfriend yet you took it as a good sign but the worrying feeling wouldnt leave so you remained unsettled.

That feeling was quickly sidelined though as another bolt of lightning hit. This one had a tint of red to it which you found absolutely amazing. You had learnt in a previous deep dive that lightning strikes could reflect any colour in the spectrum so seeing it in person was mind blowing.

You were so mesmerized by the colours and sounds of the lightning that you didnt hear the slight click of the bedroom lock or the soft padding of feet in your direction. It wasnt until you felt 2 tiny arms around your waist that you snapped out of your haze.

Part of you was still resentful of how quickly Minjeong shut you out (physically and mentally) but as soon as you registered the tears coming from your beloved you crumbled.

Even though Minjeong was stubborn and acting up all you wanted to do was wrap her up and cradle her in your arms. She was always there for you so the least you could do was be there for her as well.

As you turn around to properly to face your girlfriend a perfectly timed lightning strike allowed you to see her entire face in all of its glory. Minjeong mustve been crying for a while by the red eyes and flushed cheeks.

You physically soften at the sight, heart filling with sympathy and concern as you observe your girlfriend for any other signs.

There was nothing you wanted more than to pull her into your arms and spend the rest of the night comforting her. Even your ego tried to resist but you couldn’t stop yourself from reaching out and doing just that.

You pull her onto your lap and with one arm rubbing her back in circles and the other running down her hair in a soft delicate motion you coax Minjeong into finally letting out the remaining tears. The weight of your comfort too heavy to bear.

A croaky im sorry is all you hear as your girlfriend starts sobbing into your shoulder. You’re not sure what shes apologizing for. Maybe for crying? For being vulnerable? For locking you out of your room? Her fear of lightning? Probably all of the above.

Humming in acknowledgment you continue to console Minjeong, whispering soft reassurances in between sobs. As the storm eventually faded out, Minjeongs crying evened out too. Soft whimpers and hiccups could be heard amongst the sprinkling of rain.

You have a feeling that Minjeong would’ve succeeded in staying the entire night alone in your room if it weren’t for the lightning scaring her out.

“Hey lets get some rest now that the rains subsided. Im gonna take you back into the room okay?” You dont wait for a reply as you gently lifted Minjeong off your lap and guided her to stand and lean onto you.

Slowly and steadily you lead her back into the bedroom and notice the soaked pillow doused in her tears. Hell no were you going to let her sleep on that. Luckily you were a person who loved sleeping with multiple pillows so you had some spare hidden away.

(Minjeong found it impractical having pillows to hug when you could just cuddle with her instead and your bed was only so big so you moved them to make room)

You pull out the unused pillows from your storage closet and tuck Minjeong back into bed with little resistance, her already tired state fueled by the lack of energy from all the crying.

Ensuring she was comfortable and safe you place an affectionate kiss on her forehead.

You were hesitant on whether you were allowed to join her or not, as you still didnt know why she was upset and if you had played a part in her suffering. But your questions get answered with a simple

“Stay”

Quiet and low but you heard it. Not allowing yourself to linger any longer, you climb into bed and tuck yourself in too. Gently wrapping your arms around Minjeong as you did before, careful not to set her off again.

It takes a while for Minjeong to calm down fully but with your soothing touches she eventually drifts off. As soon as you registered her breathing falling into a stable state, you allowed yourself to relax for the first time that night. Basking in the closeness of her company, you lay another tender kiss on her forehead and temple.

It didnt matter what had happened, as long as you were still able to kiss her goodnight that’s all that mattered. Youre still skeptical about Minjeongs behavior, being kept in the dark about something as important as this was not something you enjoyed but you had a feeling that it would work out. Tomorrow was new day and you had plenty of time to decode her then.

Now that Minjeong was back in your arms you were never letting her go (unless she tried to lock herself in again that is)

[seredelgi]

Who You Begging?

fandom: Jujutsu Kaisen

pairing: Fushiguro Toji x Reader, Fushiguro Toji x Fem!Reader

summary: You should know better than to flash Toji with skimpy outfits right before a night out with friends. He should know better than to take you raw. But that's just who he is, a reckless motherfucker that just loves the sound of your voice when you beg for him.

rating: Mature, 18+

warnings: non-con, dub-con, dom!toji, sub!reader, smut, fingering, sex, vaginal sex, spanking, unprotected sex (don't try it at home lol), penetration, manhandling (just a tiny bit, she's totally fine), vulgar language?, orgasm control, dirty talk, daddy kink, praise kink, creampie, multiple orgasms, breeding, breeding kink, porn without plot

word count: 2.8k

a/n: A little treat for Toji 'cause the man has me feral. This is basically shameless smut. Although it's tagged as non-con, reader is not opposed to what happens for the majority of the time. I thought about rating it dub-con but the ending is clearly non-consensual, so there. Let me know if I've left out any warnings. I'm no native English speaker so be kind :)

“ ‘K I’m ready” you announce, entering the living room space and taking a few steps in his direction to stand in between him and the TV he’s got on.

Toji's lazy jade gaze tears away from the inanimate object to trail down your figure, drinking in every curve and patch of skin that rests exposed to the cool air of the night, and you even twirl around to give him a full show.

“ Like it?” you ask, then.

He looks at you for a while, hooded eyes trained on the way the skirt you’ve got on falls only a few inches short of the swell of your ass.

A literal tease is what you are.

“ Do I?” he murmurs then, and he softly grabs at your hand, giving it a light squeeze before dragging you towards him, tugging at you and prompting your ass to land in between his spread legs, your back pressed against his toned chest.

“ Isn’t it a bit… Revealing?” he asks, and you feel his steady breaths huffing silently in the crook of your neck, sending a shiver running through you as his hands stroke along the length of your bare thighs.

You shut your eyes, relishing in the feeling.

But you know you can’t indulge. Your friends are waiting for you.

“ We’re going clubbing” you mutter, and you hate the way your voice is already faltering anyway “ What did you expect?”

“Hmm,” his gentle hum reverberates against you as he inhales in your scent. You’ve put a new perfume on tonight, one that your friends had gifted you a few months prior. You still hadn’t found the occasion to try it on, and a night out with them seemed like the perfect opportunity.

You giggle when he laps at your neck rather lewdly, trailing up its length to reach your earlobe and start sucking on it.

“ So, I take it you like the outfit?” you ask playfully, but his hands have started skimming up toward your breasts, and you catch your breath as you consider stopping him.

He palms one in his right hand, squeezing it so hard that you can’t help but tamely mewling in response, and your head falls back to rest on his shoulder.

“ I hate it” he hisses candidly on the skin of your neck, holding you to him like he knows you love so much.

As you feel the shape of his erection pressing against your back you push your ass against it a little, eliciting a hearty groan out of him, and he bites on your skin in return. Your hand tightly grips his knee, and you feel a greedy heat starting to gather in between your thighs, desperate for him already.

“ Doesn’t look that way to me” you say, breaths short as the curve of your ass grinds along his hard-on.

“ You’re such a brat” he lets out, and it’s so hoarse that it makes your insides twirl, it renews a need he had already sated that very morning.

But you want him again.

His hand finally travels across your fluttering stomach and down towards your heat. You can feel it dampening your panties already, can feel the way you throb for him to touch you.

“ I know how to tame you, tho” he whispers in your ear and sweeps his tongue along its outline, turning it flushed red with arousal.

He pushes the hem of your skirt up enough for him to slip past the waistband of your cotton pink panties, and you exhale, your chest heaving up with anticipation. He catches the not-so-subtle hint, dragging his other hand up to grab one of your breasts.

But it’s when his deft fingers make their way in between your folds that you fall apart, your head tilting to side, hiding shamefully in the crook of his neck as he chuckles, evidently pleased at how wet you already are.

“ Look at this” You feel his black hair tickling your cheeks and you press a soft kiss right on his pulse point “ Already dripping for me, huh?”

You keen, nodding faintly against him.

“ Want daddy to take care of it, baby?” he purrs seductively and pushes you flat against him. You feel his dick twitching with need, too.

“ ‘M-hm, please” you breathe, feeling him dragging his fingertips up towards your swollen clit, and you bite hard at your bottom lip, bucking your hips towards his gentle touch.

The one hand that had kept kneading your breasts rushes down to grab your waist, stilling you against his crotch instead.

“ Stay put, brat” he blows out, and it honestly mesmerizes you how quickly his tone can shift from impossibly sweet to harsh, all depending on how good you are at following his lead.

As soon as you still he starts drawing lazy circles around the soft skin of your apex, and you moan loudly, nuzzling your nose against him to make your needs known.

He scouts down again to rest two digits at the pulsing heat of your entrance. His other hand skates along your thigh and nudges it to the side as he whispers to you “ Spread ‘em, baby- like this, yeah”. It’s easy to comply when you’re intoxicated by the knowledge of what he’s capable of doing to you.

“ Such a good girl for daddy, aren't you?”

Your eyes roll back at the feeling of his fingers finally pushing past your wetness, sinking into it and exploring your insides with extreme, agonizing caution.

“ ‘Gonna mark you now, so stay still” he murmurs on the sensitive skin of your neck, and then delicately bites on it, tasting it avidly with his tongue.

When he starts sucking on you his fingers begin slowly pumping in and out of your pussy, prompting the sound of your juices to threaten the already fading lucidity of your dazed senses.

The harsh voracity that he’s reserving to your neck strikes a distinct contrast with the extreme gentleness of his thrusts into your cunt, and it drives you wild how easily he leaves you on the edge of ecstasy, toying with you like a doll.

“ Toji, please” you basically mewl, your legs trembling for him to turn his attention back to your aching clit.

You know he loves it when you beg him, it makes the power play that much more enticing, all the more effective, and you can feel it because he’s impossibly hard while pressed against your back now, and you want him inside of you so bad that you wiggle, trying to make your needs clear. Who cares if you’ll be late to the club, your friends will just have to wait.

“ Shut it, I’m not done” he hushes you, tone as cold as ice, and he slips a few of his fingers past your parted lips, expecting you to suck on them instead of keeping up the pleads that so easily roll off your tongue when he’s got his hold on you.

And of course, you do. You slurp on the length of them the best you can, your eyes teary with need, your arousal already at its peak.

His lips part from the sore skin of your neck with a lewd pop, and you keen around his digits, only to feel him shoving them further down your throat.

“ There” he hums contently and laps at the spot that he’s so devotedly put all that effort onto, proudly looking at the way your tender flesh plies to his abuse and colors a crimson red that perfectly serves his purpose. He wants to make it clear to anyone who dares to look at you tonight that you’re his alone to dispose of.

As his attention finally focuses back on your pussy his jabs into you pick up the pace, and his thumb comes to rest on your starving clit, feeling it swell under his touch as you convulse around him, brought over the edge in a matter of seconds.

You collapse against his chest, weary and consumed by your own high.

“ Hmm, good girl, ‘came so quickly around me baby” he slips his fingers out of your mouth, but keeps a slow pace with the ones in your pussy, overstimulating your clenching walls as you sob silently.

He kisses your temple lovingly, a contact you silently relish in the aftermath of your pleasure.

Then you hear the sudden ringing of your phone, accompanied by its vibrating on the tea table in front of the couch you’re both seated upon. You look at its screen, seeing your friend’s face popping up on it, her bright smile shining on her features as you slowly regain your composure.

You lean forward to pick up the call, but your man’s quicker, wrapping his big hand around your wrist and pulling it around your back. Then he pushes his hips forward, making you fumble onward towards the wooden surface ahead of you.

Your face lands flat against it, your phone vibrating inches away from your eyes as you find yourself bent over the tea table.

“ Where do you think you’re going?” he asks, and he sounds devilish like you’ve never heard him be “ I’m not nearly done with you”

“ Toji please, stop. I gotta go” you speak, but he’s deaf to your pleas this time around.

You hear the sound of him hastily fumbling out of his joggers, and you try to wiggle out of his grasp, but he’s just so much stronger.

“ Go?” his tone is mocking, and you see your phone go black again, before resuming its chiming as your friend’s messages start crowding the screen “ I don’t think so, baby”

You feel your skirt being roughly pulled up, as well as your panties being drawn down, and you wince when his free hand slaps your ass, making you bite on your lower lip, and most certainly re-awakening a dark hunger you had thought long quenched by now.

He squeezes your ass harshly before smacking it again, and this time around a strangled moan tears free from your throat.

You had tried to restrain from making it obvious how much you like it when he acts like this. Because honestly, you hate that you do. But the task is made impossible by the feeling of your insides twisting as you hear him spit on his fingers before they come to look for your hole again, finding it slick with your juices.

A hearty laugh rumbles from him at that, and it makes your skin crawl.

“ You’re so damn easy for me”

And it’s true. Doesn’t matter if he treats you like a whore, even more so in fact, your arousal grows impatient, it tears apart any shred of resistance you’d like to reserve to him at moments like these.

Especially when you feel his tip eagerly prodding at your entrance, and you whine loudly. Your knees spread further apart on the floor of your living room, and you push your ass up to better accommodate his entrance.

“ Fuck-” he swears, running the tip of his thick cock along your spasming slit “ so compliant”

It drives him crazy, you can feel it in the tone of his voice, and despite how much you fight it, you love it too, the way you so easily bend to his will.

He pushes past your walls, effortlessly enveloped by your slick arousal, and harshly hitting your cervix with one deep thrust.

You cry out, not expecting his intrusion to be so quick, or so intense. It knocks the air right out of your lungs as you feel his weight crashing down on you.

He grunts low and throaty, and you close your eyes shut, bracing for the next shove.

When it comes, you find yourself gripping the edge of the table tightly for balance, biting down on the skin of your hand so as not to make too much noise.

But his thrusts quicken very soon, and he starts drilling into you with ease as your pussy flutters around him, unable to put a stop to the jolts of pleasure coursing through you whenever the head of his cock slams back hard against that sweet spot he knows so well by now.

He’s still got your arm pinned over your back as you’re lulled into a haze, and then he demands you talkative.

“ Wanna go now, baby?”

You shake your head feebly, drooling over the table as he smacks hard against you.

“ No? Wanna stay here?” breathy moans escape his lips in between whatever obscenities he speaks now “ Wanna take daddy deep inside this cunt?”

You nod faintly, hoping that it can be enough of a proper response for him, seeing the state he’s got you in.

“ Fuck- yeah” he groans harshly, and then his fingers let go of your wrist and he grips tightly at each of your hips, guiding you into his thrusts to dig into your insides even deeper “Then take it, baby, you’re so fucking good at it”

Another harsh slap against the sore skin of your ass and tears start to stream down your face, out of frustration or sheer pleasure you have no idea. You just know you need release.

And since he won’t take it in his hands to give you that, your hand reaches in between your trembling legs to look for the sensitive little nub that’s nestled between your thighs, already silently asking for attention.

He takes notice of that and doesn’t spoil the occasion to taunt you about it, of course.

“ You needy little slut” he exhales, the degrading appellative striking a chord with you, and you slam back against his hips, demanding.

He grunts hoarsely and shoves your hand away from your pussy, arising a loud complaint within you. He surely doesn’t intend to rob you of pleasure. Right?

“ Came two times already today, and yet still can’t wait for me to tend to it, huh?”

You whine, starting to grow impatient as his thrusts dial down a little, his pace slow and menacing to your drunken senses. You can feel each inch of him sliding inside of you with extreme ease, his girth stretching you out to perfectly fit his size and making your walls flutter delightfully around it.

“ You know I can give it to you” his words may sound threatening, but his tone betrays all of his impatience instead “ 'wanna hear you beg me for it, c'mon”

You don’t need to be told twice.

“ Toji, please” you give in immediately “ oh, please make me ‘cum”

Even so, his pace remains steady, and you find the way he toys with you infuriating.

But you’re high on it, nonetheless.

“ Who you begging, babygirl?” the tone of his voice husky as ragged heavy breaths tear free of him, the allusion clear in the strain behind it all.

You click your tongue and sigh before giving in.

“ Daddy, plea-ah!”

You don’t have time to finish, he slams back into you with renewed edge as soon as he hears you call him that, a thing you still hadn’t managed to give into, despite his frequent use of it.

He bends over you to look for your clit, finding it drenched in your juices and throbbing from pleasure on itself.

“ C’mere baby, I got you” You hear him purr softly against your ear, and you shiver at his instant proximity. " You can 'cum now"

You’re so close already that all it takes really is a few lazy circles of his on it and you lose it completely, shuddering underneath him, wrapped in the pleasure he’s granted you. Your walls clamp down the whole length of him, milking it so good that you feel his jerks immediately come to a stuttering halt, his cock suddenly beginning to twitch frantically inside of you without so much as a warning.

You flinch, spurting forward on instinct in an attempt to make it slip out of you in time, but his fingers dip harder into your flesh, his hand spreading over your pussy as he anchors you to him.

“ Don’t run away from it baby, wanna feel you squeeze around me -fuck yeah, like that”

You feel every single contraction of his dick inside of you, helpless to the feeling, lost thinking about how quickly his seed could reach your womb as he carelessly fucks it into you, how easily he could knock you up just like that. You weakly try to jiggle away, but it doesn’t stop the tremendously intense jolts of pleasure that engulf you once his warm spend paints your insides white, and you can just feel your walls welcoming it in with delighted little spasms, sucking eagerly as if you were made for it.

And maybe you are, but damn, not right now. It's way too soon to have a baby.

You’re furious with him, to say the least. And you intend on telling him, just as soon as goosebumps dissipate, or whenever words start to seem like something speakable again.

He slips out of you with a satiated sigh, and you feel his ‘cum immediately follow, leaking out of you and starting to stream down your inner thighs. Its warmth is pleasant, yet a reminder of his reckless behavior.

He exhales contently as his hand comes to squeeze your ass again, his grip possessively dipping into your flesh and claiming it his. He gives you a final harsh smack, his tongue gliding along his bottom lip as he takes in the sight of you bent over the tea table, your pussy oozing out his semen and dripping down the wooden floor beneath you.

“ Now you’re ready” he smiles wickedly at the view.

[magickizu]

"Interesting, really." The red headed man put his hand up to his chin, thoughtful. His looks are quite well kept, as expected from a scholar. A little peach fuzz donned his face on the chin and sides, proper shoes and pants held up by a belt with an orderly ruffle shirt in ivory and vest in chestnut. As he could never without his ruffles, as impractical in the lab as they were. But he could simply tie them up, for his new experimental form of alchemistry.

"Yes, I know. Although; due to recent discoveries a few researchers and scientists, me included, are now speculating about the possibility that this predatory adaptation also resulted from our interference with humans- may I elaborate?" The merman flicked his shimmering tail in excitement, his scales have often been compared to labradorite, as been his eyes. His light, wavey hair, tied up in a messy bun with some strands hanging in his face, as the merman fixed his glasses as best they'd hold up, eagerly holding on to the boards of the dock. Grinning star-eyed up at the human, almost like a sea-puppy.

"Sure, darling. I am intrigued, do tell." He smiled softly at his lover as he began a tangent about his latest theories, based on his newest bioarcheological findings.

It's been a few years since Darryl moved to this little island, originally to indulge in his experiments and get away from his pressuring parents, who set up marriage proposals left and right. Luckily he got out of it by claiming to already be married to his work.

Never in a hundred years, would he have thought to encounter someone this engaged in scienc- just as engaged as he was! But there he was, at shore one night. Observing and noting constellations. He originally didn't want to scare off the stranger, but the sudden leap in his chest left no room for air, for his mind to think. But instead of scaring him off, the mysterious stranger seemingly found enjoyment in the conversation. His name was Whylt and he'd been around for quite sometime, apparently he'd heard of Darryl and was eager to meet him.

The two soon became friends. Close friends. And soon after that, even close to the point that one felt confident enough to steal a kiss in the secure darkness of the night, near the water and their now shared home. It felt like a dream come true, to Darryl. Even more so as Whylt opend up, told there was more to him and for the first time in their lives, they felt the sweet embrace of love in the soft sea breeze warm from the summer air, under the bright full moon. At first the redhead was worried. Worried he might just wake up in a shared bed with a poor lass, that he knew could never be loved by him as she deserved. Back with his parents, who know nothing but of a "good friend and colleague" of his. Worried that one day he might just wake up without this beautifully kind and smart being next to him, that the merman would flee and take his heart with him. But after one night as Whylt confessed similar thoughts and worries, they'd promised to vow to stay, until death do them part. And it's been quite a few years, a bit more than half a decade, since then.

"And have you made the effort to start writing yet? The papers for your theories?" The redhead grined smug, knowing full well his partner rather enjoys the practical part much more. As he earned a drawn out, dramatically bored sigh from the merman, his grin grew wider.

"Not yet, of course! I... Must find more evidence to prove or counter it. After all, I must consider all sides!" He breathed a laugh, trying his best to get around the mountain of paperwork waiting for him at his desk. Darryl let out a hearty laugh, bellowing into dusk and after a short moment, Whylt joined in. The merman lifts himself up onto the dock, temporarily exchanging his fins for legs.

"The food's ready too, if you'd like." The now two men help eachother stand up, the human getting kiss from his love, as they do.

"Thank you, dear. I love you, my little squirrel." He said laying is lips on the other's again, gaining the same form of affection back.

"I love you too, my little otter." He grabs the pale hand of the merfolk, to hold it up gently and adore it with another kiss. "Let's go, then." They smile at eachother smitten and content. In this moment and for many, many years to come.

“So mermaids and sirens are two different species?” “Just so. My people, what you call mermaids or merfolk, share a common ancestor to you humans, making us distant cousins. What you call sirens, however, are fish that evolved to look and sound like humans to attract their favorite prey.”

[diet-cokesiut]

You look so cute. So pretty. You have an 'innocence' in your appearance. Something that screams to the sadistic side of me, and I want to ruin you. Just as well råpė is not legal.

that's the goal for me honestly

i get to indulge in disgusting fantasies while pretending to be innocent lol

[until-the-house-shakes]

Mary showing Regulus Dance Moms and then a day later Regulus has a group meeting where he ranks everyone on a pyramid.

Regulus: before we start. Mary is exempt because she helped me come up with the ranking. So on the bottom, is Barty. You stole all my chocolate frogs and then lied about it.

Barty: but-

Regulus: silent. Next, Peter. I don’t trust you. Next. Sirius. Still haven’t forgave you for leaving me with our parents for a year.

Sirius: but I helped you get out.

Regulus: which is why you aren’t last. Finishing off the bottom row, Marlene. Nothing against you love, just don’t know you that well.

Marlene: I’ll take it.

Regulus: third row. Evan. You are a great friend, but you indulge in Barty too much.

Evan: we’re dating.

Rugulus: I know. It bumped you down a few spots. Next. James.

James: we’re dating??

Regulus: and? You made me upset yesterday… and I didn’t want to be biased. Next is Lily. We’re becoming wonderful friends and you’re dating my best friend. Hurt her and you will no longer be present on this pyramid.

Lily: ha!! Beat you James

James: this is rigged.

Regulus: second Row. Dorcas and then Dora. I couldn’t really decide who was better. You’re both my best girls so.. it’s more so tied.

Evan: barty and I are your best mates as well!!

Regulus: they never steal my food and lie to me. Finally. At the top of the pyramid. Is Remus.

Sirius: HOW???

Regulus: he is silent and lets me lay on him while we read. He also lets me rant to him about my stupid brother even though you’re dating. A bery great guy… i might steal him if you and James keep acting up.

Remus: fine by me.

Sirius: HOLD ON

James: WAIT