#or that one post about soaking him in milk and then slapping him against a wall as hard as possible

[spookyboywhump]

I feel like reading this blog would do all sorts of things to cains ego and idk how to feel about that

Both good and bad things

[fatesundress]

⭑ made with love. draco malfoy x reader

summary. it's winter, you’re sick, and draco is extremely rational a terrible, doting mess about it.

tags. fluff! so much fluff! married couple, gn!reader, lots of banter, post-hogwarts with one fleeting mention of the war, draco's anxiety is whetted by a common cold, he basically treats the reader like they hung the moon in the sky and also have the power to yank it down at any given moment. he's very grumpy. but so so in love.

note. my sweet anons!! i tried on three separate occasions to write the requests in my inbox but sometimes i need to be in the depths of hell (ovulation week) to manage smut. i'm sorry. i've made some progress i swear! but the draco hyperfixation came out of NOWHERE and unfortunately i had to indulge in it. also thank you so much for 200! :’)

word count. 1.6k

You are deplorable.

With a fever temperature of 40° and explicit instructions to stay in bed, you’re discernibly not in bed when he makes it home from the apothecary, a jumbled mess of the blankets he’d swathed you in left in your place. Your slippers are absent. Your slippers — in two feet of snow. Your coat is gone too, at least; ridiculously thick and unnecessarily long, though now he’s thankful for it.

Draco paces. Then he sets the Pepperup Elixir over a flame at his desk to keep warm, pours two drops of Sleeping Draught into a mug for your tea, and paces again.

He should have insisted on binding rings for your wedding, he thinks. Something to trace you in emergencies. There’s little to do without them as you’ve evidently either taken the Floo or Apparated, and, in truth, he can’t remember the last time he’s been this nervous. In school, perhaps? During the war? You have him comparing his nerves over a bad cold to those he felt during war. The insanity of that is actually not lost on him, if that counts for anything.

But you are deplorable, and his. His almost as much as he is maddeningly, irremediably yours.

How he allowed an aliment like this to infect him goes against all evolutionary sense. It’s a fever of its own. Incurable despite knowing its cause, and probably festering worse than yours.

And then the fireplace hisses and out you stumble with soot on one cheek and frost on the other, the neck of your coat zipped up to swallow half of your face. In an arm shoved deep in your pocket, a bag swings from the puffy coat crease of your elbow, and Draco baulks. It’s a muggle grocery bag — translucent enough that he can see the square imprint of your favourite sleepy-time tea, a chocolate bar, cans of what he thinks are soup, and — a lemon? Yes. A big miserable lemon that you’ve deigned was worth almost killing yourself over.

Draco does not hear whatever excuses escape your chattering teeth as he plucks your hand from its pocket, puts the bag down, pulls off your coat while you slap at his hands and insist you can do it yourself, and only because he thinks you’d hex him to oblivion if he tried, leads you with a hand on your back to the bedroom rather than hauling you into his arms and carrying you.

“A lemon,” he says, and is aware by the severity of his tone he might as well be saying a gun, or a missile, or a milk crate of Living Death cartons. “You forayed into a snowstorm for a lemon. Do you think I’m incapable of reading a grocery list? I just Flooed —”

“I got more than a lemon,” you huff in a weak voice.

It is appalling that that’s what you take from his admonishment.

Your snow-soaked slippers are tossed aside as you tumble into bed. Draco bundles you in blankets and holds his wand out to take your vitals. You roll your eyes all the while, but once the cold wears off he’s sure you’ll be burning hotter than you were this morning.

He shakes his head. “Lemons are common stock in apothecaries, you know. The shavings are essential in Weedosoros antidotes.”

“Yes, but they’re always so dry.”

“And chocolate — they sell it at Téa’s across the street for the magizoologists. Did you know that?”

“Hmph. No Cadbury, though.”

“And I’ve already warmed the Pepperup and poured you Sleeping Draught, despite your urgency for this —” He pulls the box of tea from your grocery bag, impressed with an image of a little bear with a red nightcap, a steaming cuppa, and a plate of biscuits — “Inarguably superior muggle panacea —”

“I never claimed it was a panacea —”

“Of which we should have distributed to St. Mungo’s en masse. In fact, I should owl them now so they’re informed the Sleeping Draughts are ineffective by comparison —”

“You’re insufferable —”

“Imagine all the orphans without rest —”

“Actually ridiculous —”

“You’re ridiculous. And I hate this bear. Look at his hat. Bloody Gryffindor.”

“Do you know what the wizarding world is lacking? — If you’re concerned enough to make a donation, Mr Malfoy?”

You think it’s hilarious to call him that. He does well not to mention you are, by law, also a Malfoy, and his money is your money to donate as you please.

“What is that?”

“Soup,” you say. “Canned soup — canned with love.”

“We are lacking soup canned with love,” Draco repeats, just to be sure.

“Yes.”

“I’ll be sure to write the Minister.”

“Do.”

“Only if you stay in bed.”

“Hmmm… mmmm… well. Hm.”

“Incorrigible,” he mumbles, brushing the damp from your face before getting up to fix your tea. (He kisses your cheek for good measure, big sop that he is. You do well not to mention it.) “Don’t move or I’ll cast wards on the fireplace.”

“Oh! Cast wards on the doors, too. I might go for a walk.”

He glares at you from the archway. Your answering laugh is broken by a coughing fit, and you look reluctantly glum when he raises a told-you-so brow.

Draco mutters about how ridiculous you are through the kitchen and back, as he steeps your tea, heats your soup, unstoppers the Pepperup Elixir, pours it in an old shot glass from a trip to Italy (you have no graduated plastic cups lying around), squeezes the big stupid lemon in your tea, carries it all to your bed on a tray and realises, still muttering, that these are a lot of steps. But Draco balances the tray without an utterance of magic. It’s rather impressive. You should be sorely sorry.

You are, instead, asleep.

You’re splayed across the bed like something Baroque, limbs fascinatingly posed: half under the blankets and half stubbornly poking out despite his fervent tucking, head nuzzled into the pillow with a slight frown. If Draco were any better with a camera he’d take a picture. Instead he takes careful steps to your bedside, placing the tray on the nightstand and sitting as close as he can manage without disturbing the (once more, revolutionary) arrangement of your legs. It feels criminal to wake you. His fretful anger that you’d gone out in the cold is whittled to a humiliatingly thin and empty husk, and all that remains is mushy adoration. Damn you for that; you look ridiculous anyhow.

Draco kisses your cheek again. Your nose. Your forehead. He traces an invisible portrait of your face with his fingers, as if he’s ever drawn anything better than nasty stick figures on crumpled parchment in school. You, though, he thinks he knows well enough by memory to try.

You stir, not too far from consciousness that it’s a challenge to find it again, but far enough to be audibly vexed by his summons to the surface.

Draco means to berate you in that way he's so good at — chin pointed and scowl permanently etched — but you grumble with a sick, hoarse voice and he falters in a pathetic display. “You forgot your love-suffused muggle soup,” he whispers, one hand cupping your cheek.

“Ugh.”

“Heinous, I know. Sit up for me?”

“Magic word.”

There’s his scowl. “Alohomora.”

“Not that magic word.”

“Imperio.”

“Unforgivables, Draco Malfoy?”

“Hmm, Locomotor Wibbly?”

You sink further into the bed, pulling the uppermost blanket over your head inch by inch. 

“Please,” he says, with profound displeasure.

You sit up and smile.

Draco sighs and lays the legs of the tray out over your lap. You regard his service with sleepy content, one of your hands travelling to his face in what his heart surges to appreciate is an honest thanks after his several near-heart attacks, and then your gaze finds the medically expert Pepperup in an Italian shot glass and it falls.

You groan. “Draco…”

His name says, quite plainly, please don’t make me.

Draco has enough self-respect to at least deny you this. “Wards.”

That says, quite plainly, I was not joking about the fireplace.

You look as though you’re contemplating the severity of two horrors, but it passes fleetingly, with one curse under your breath and a sour expression as you down the shot of Pepperup like… a shot. Burning Ogden’s that scrunches your face up until you shake it away with a blagh noise. 

Come to think of it, Draco's choice of glass is much more appropriate than some medical cup.

“Better?”

You shudder. “I will be.”

“Good. Have your love soup and stupid lemons.”

And then, when he isn’t expecting it, your hot palm finds the place it left off; Draco’s healthily warm, sharp cheek, the soft fuzz of hair beside his ears before your fingers card through the longer strands and you hum like he’s your favourite thing to hold onto.

He melts, eyes fluttering shut. You’re sick, and wholeheartedly deplorable, but you’re safe, and it’ll be alright.

“Draco?”

“Mm.”

“The soup.”

He opens his eyes. “The soup?”

“You know it was canned with love.”

“I trust you wouldn’t have bought it otherwise.”

“And,” you say, thumb flush over his bottom lip as you smile a groggy, self-satisfied smile, “it was made with love, too, right?”

He rolls his eyes, and kisses you nonetheless. “You never cease to ask absurd questions.”

[thebawdybaldurian]

Kinktober Day 9: Threesome

Another spin with Tav, Halsin, and Astarion. This is a preview of the Halloween (Liar’s Night) story that I’ll be posting in entirely before I disappear into playing Veilguard at the end of the month. Tav gets a little down about trying to be a working mom and her husbands offer her a little TLC (tit-licking climax).

Content and Warnings: lactation fetish/breast sucking, group sex, fingering, oral sex, biting, light bondage/gagging, anal sex, PIV sex, double penetration, tit job, squirting.

They pressed both of their mouths against her, kissing together as they freed her breasts. Halsin took one in his mouth to suckle on, as Astarion untied the crimson sash on his waist and used it to gently tie her wrists to the closet rod. He then claimed her other breast, suckling hungrily on it and leaving his own teeth marks. They both worked at getting her panties to her ankles, fingering her front and back as they alleviated the pressure in her tits. She moaned quietly, needing to be used and controlled and fucked silly. Once Halsin had tasted his share of her milk, he sunk to his knees for more of her honey. Astarion unbuttoned himself, letting Halsin stroke him while Astarion continued to finger her ass. “Do you need a gag, your highness?” Astarion asked, finished with her breast and now focused on her neck.

“Uhhhuhhh,” she whimpered, her legs trembling as Halsin sucked hard on her clit. He set her legs on his shoulders so she didn’t need to stand, probing his tongue deeper and getting Astarion fully hard with his hand.

“Do you want us both to fuck you?” Astarion whispered, knotting his silk pocket scarf and putting it in her mouth.

“Please,” she panted through the gag, gripping tightly to the closet rod.

“What a polite, good girl,” Astarion moved behind her, lifting up the back of her dress and cape. He made himself slick with her honey, teasing against her tight asshole as Halsin rose from his knees and began pulling off his duck costume.

“Wait for me, Astarion,” Halsin growled, pulling the plush fabric past his hips and revealing a stiff cock. “I want to enter her at the same time.”

“Ready for an adventure, daring?” Astarion nibbled on her ear, still teasing his tip against her puckering hole, waiting for Halsin to pick up her hips.

“Mmmmm!” She moaned, feeling them push into her in sync, suddenly tight and full.

They pulled her back and forth between them, their mouths at each of her ears as they whispered filthy endearments. The excitement of the party just outside spurred them on, pounding her faster as the closet filled with wet slaps and low moans. She soaked through the gag, her chin dripping with spit as she whimpered and moaned. They finished together this way quite frequently, so Astarion suggested they switch things up even more. “Do you want him to finish in your ass while I cum between those beautiful tits?” Astarion asked, knowing she hadn’t taken Halsin that way very often due to his size.

She nodded enthusiastically, so overwhelmed by pleasure that she couldn’t even speak. They slowed their hips for a moment while Astarion untied her wrists, allowing Halsin to pull her to the floor. He lay her gently on her back and pulled out of her cunt, his cock slick and throbbing. “I’ll go slow,” Halsin whispered, squeezing his thick tip into the hole Astarion had just spread. “Until you want it fast…”

She nodded as he pushed further inside, Astarion hovering over her to watch her eyes roll back in her head. “Mmmmmm, look at her,” Astarion growled, stroking Halsin’s hair as he began fucking her again. “You think she’ll have something to write about now?”

“I…hmmmmnnn…think she will…and we’ll have to come offer relief again once she starts dripping onto the floor…” Halsin moaned, letting his slick fingers play with her cunt as Astarion slipped his trousers all the way off and straddled her chest.

“Up against the windows,” Astarion grinned, settling his cock between her tits as Halsin nuzzled his neck. “So the neighbors can see what a slutty little housewife we’ve made her into.”

“Hmmmmm…she is isn’t she?” Halsin growled, pulling her hips a little faster as Astarion pressed her tits together. “Willing to get on her hands and knees to work…or be worked.”

She grinned at that, her lips curling around the gag as her husbands looked down at her with an equal mix of devotion and lust. She was their wife, first and foremost, and they would do anything she wanted, even work her over in a closet while their friends and family were on the other side of the wall. She might not be able to fully embrace being a mother, but they would pick up where she couldn’t. She took each of their hands in one of hers, Astarion’s pressed against her tit and Halsin’s against her hip. She needed them, she needed this life, even if it didn’t mean constant adventures and a never-ending well of ideas. They were joined forever, by their bodies, by their love, and by their children.

Halsin squeezed her hand tightly, leaning against Astarion’s back as he erupted into her ass, his fingers hooked against her g-spot. Astarion grinned as Halsin moaned against his neck, seeing Tav’s climax also nearing as she bit hard into the gag, closing her eyes tightly. She squealed and shivered as fluid soaked Halsin’s hand, coming all over him. “Late as always,” Astarion groaned, spending across her neck and chin as she still shivered from climax.

She grinned up at him, squeezing her tits tighter together to get every last drop on her and pressing her legs against Halsin’s back to keep him inside her. They caught their breath together, their hands gently caressing the mess they’d made. “I love you both so much,” Tav mumbled through her gag, her eyes blissfully fluttering.

“What was that, darling?” Astarion smiled, pulling her gag out and teasing a bit of his cum across her lips.

“I said, who is going to clean this up?” She grinned, licking it off and begging for more.

[mostly-mercy-vore]

"Post op complications"

[Mercy x 💀/💀/💀/💀/💀]

Content Warning: Vore. Post Vore Weight Gain. Implied (already happened) post vore scat. BOOOONES.

Angela sat, one long lock of sweaty blonde hair over her eye. Her eyes half closed, panting, wheezing. .she was on the toilet. Her fat cake rolled over either sides of the seat and hung like saddle bags. Her fat gut, a mere little pillow under the heaving, monstrous milk white tits.

Mercy panted. She was manspreading, slumped against the back of the tank. The healer's breathing heavy. With a groan her ass farted a bit into the bowl signaling the end of her digestive misery. Panting, soaked in sweat, she mumbled to herself.

"Look...look..." she clapped two hands to her gut, and squeezed. All the plush dough like fat gushing between her fingers. "Look what your stupid family did to me!" She whined. Turning her face to glower at your bone white skull, empty sockets staring back at her.

"72 hours laying in bed digesting you all. PTO gone. Sixteen hours on ze toilet. Four trips to the bathroom. Five skulls FIVE FUCKING SKULLS!" Mercy almost choked and sobbed, her poor little butthole was so sore. She bit her lip and grabbed her fat hips "Look at what your sisters did to mein ass! How am I supposed to....these are going to shred my stretchiest pantyhose!" Mercy wobbled her fat hips sending a shake to her new bigger 82 inch ass.

The milf medic slapped her thighs. "Your papa destroyed these, zere is absolutely no way I am wearing those mom jeans you were so horny for now, need an all new wardrobe! And your mother!!!!"

Angela snatched up your polished skull and held it aloft in the palm of her left hand. Glaring at you as she heaved one fat, juicy tit as big as a kickball in the palm of her hand.

"Where am I supposed to get a bra to fit these massive mommy mikkers, hmm!?!" Angela Ziegler tipped her hand letting her big, sweaty, fifty pound tit to slap against the rest of her doughy belly.

Angela dropped her arms helplessly. They were pillowy and fat now, holding them up seemed like such an effort. Her fingers, holding your eye sockets like a bowling ball, relaxed. Your skull clatters to the floor and rolls away. Mercy doesn't care. Why would she give a fuck?

A dog doesn't care about dog food. The Nurse, didn't care about nurse food. Dumb. Young. Eager. Stupid little gutslut. Mercy had already gobbled you up and used you. Your bones were no more important to her than the fucking kleenex you used to clean your cum.

Mercy panted and sighed. Resting her hands on your final burial place: her fat little belly. Squeezing the chub there, she could tell it was you fattening up her new gut. You'd always been a pathetic little pervert for her chubby tummy. It only made sense you'd cling to her warm belly.

"Ugh. You said you were home alone." Mercy sighed, grunting and rocking her body, attempting to get into a standing position. Her legs were numb from hours on the toilet, making it difficult, but not impossible. "Your sister heard you screaming. What did you think was going to happen when I gobbled you up? Hmm? A nice pleasant bath? Maybe jerk off in mein gut and then I let you out? Zat is not how a pred's biology works!" She corrected her glasses as she scolded the gut she couldn't see, but knew was somewhere under those massive tits.

"So then your sisters start screaming for momma and papa, so I have to wrestle them to the ground and start gulping, and by the time your Papa got here I had to pin him to the wall with your sister's legs still hanging out my mouth and all ze DRAMA. I all zat whining about being crushed and not able to breathe under your sisters and the way you begged and sobbed as your mother was pushed ontop of your father and your sister smooshed what was left of you. You were all just dinner at zat point, who cares if you're a little squished?"

Mercy kicked your skull in frustration and you rolled into a dark corner of the bathroom.

Just as well. With her current size she couldn't bend over to pick it up again anyway.

"Hope you are happy." She turned to look at her thick as fuck, plump new curves. Putting a chunky hand into her big ass cheek. Her eyes bulged, her ass was fatter than she thought. "Stupid little prey sluts looking for a quick nut on ze internet. Don't you know I'm a hero? I can't be caught gulping down little perverts like you from online!"

Doctor Zeigler thumped her belly and pouted. So much fucking trouble. So much fat plumping her up.

Then she smiled. Remembering the way you struggled inside her. Getting wet just thinking about how good it felt to masturbate with a big prey filled gut.

"Still. I think you were always supposed to be Mercy food. Ja? You look so good on me." She pat her tummy. And held her head high, as she waddled to the door. Her massive belly, thunder thighs, fat ass and plump tits all bouncing and jiggling with each thundering step. The second floor of your home creaking under her new weight. Mercy grinned, the chub wasn't all bad. She pat her ass, and rubbed her belly. Wondering if anyone would even see her next victim through all that blubber. She kinda liked her rounder face, you know what? Maybe it wasn't so bad. For a moment she considered the doorway approaching her: she was wider, but also softer, she'd have to smoosh her way through a bit. But looking down at her curves they shouldn't be a problem. Heaving one boob then the other through the doorframe, her belly smooshed like a blob pushing it's way through. Beaming, she gave her fat tum a rub, and gave a short triumphant nod, and put one foot forward to head down the hall. To your parents' room perhaps? Mercy found herself hoping your mom had a vibratory somewhere because she suddenly felt much, much bet-

Squthunk.

Mercy nearly tripped and fell flat on her face, her hands caught the sides of the door to steady herself. Her stride halted mid step as something grabbed her about the hips.

Blinking stupidly. Mercy tried to move, her fat sloshed and wobbled as she tried to walk forward, only to rebound and bounce blobbily back into the door frame. Something digging into her waist. She was stuck? Mercy looked back at her fat hips waiting sadly on the inside of the bathroom door, her fat boobs and big belly hanging heavily in the hall. Her big, fat as fuck, massive jiggly, family meal fed booty was stuck in your bathroom doorway.

"Oh ze drama!" She pouted. Mercy frowned and blew a dangling blonde lock of hair out of her face and rolled her eyes. "It never ends!"

[yandere-kokeshi]

— Pretty girl

Pairing: yandere Kirishima x curvy female reader

Warnings: Smut: stomach bulge, creampie(?), doggy style, baby fever(?), daddy kink, bitting, cursing, blood mention, nicknames: peaches, peachy, baby, good girl, princess, dovey, love.

Author’s note: This was written last night and now edited/posted, so there may be some mistakes.

All you could feel was was your cunt being pounded by the man behind you, growling like a feral animal as you were fucked out like a dumb bunny in doggy style. The air was so thick that you could only choke out muffled-loud moans, begs that were too lewd for anyone to hear, including yourself.

“You're such a good girl, baby.” Kirishima hisses in your ear as he rocks into you at fast speeds; two hands gripping your lower waist as his heavy balls slapped against your clit. “Fuckin’ hell peaches, your such a–fuck! Such a good baby.”

His cock was ramming into your cervix for nth time. You couldn't think straight, drooling all over the place; legs soaked with leftover cum and thighs soaked with your own. If this is what heaven felt like, surely, this is where you were; wet slapping moans being heard all over the room, bouncing off the walls along with his angel voice.

Your tight walls clenching him to death, milking him for what he’s worth. This is one of the many things Kirishima loved about you: how dumb you got over his cock and he soaked up everything. It’s how your jaw dropped when he pulled out till his tip was left inside, how your tits bounced with each thrust and how you rolled your eyes in the back of your head each time he reached places that surely never existed.

“Feel me here?” Kirishima pants, sneaking his large hand over your belly where his cock prods the outside. “Hah—see how deep I am? Gonna let me fill you up, princess?” It was like his voice was drowning, so lost into the pleasure. “D—Daddy!” You cried out, tears streaming down your face mixing with the drool you oh so well knew. “You’d like that—Shit!” He sank his teeth into your neck, drawing blood that only increased the pleasure. “Fuck!—M’ gonna make you full,” He added, continuing his rough-fast like pace.

You cry out louder, “Yes, yes!! You fuck me s–so good—Don’t stop!” You begged.

His hips pull back till his tip is inside then throws himself forward, using you like a ragdoll; you can only moan brokenly as he keeps ramming into your sweet, loving cunt. Your gummy walls were sucking him in, begging him to coat your insides white.

“M’ gonna cum inside, wan’ you to cum with me.” He babbles on, “I can’t wait till you’re swollen full with our kids’”. His thrusts became more rapid, hitting at the spots you never knew existed.

His balls tightened, his orgasm rushing far quicker than expected. All he could do was deliver one more bruising, harsh thrust into you; practically splitting you in half before he reaches down to your clit, rubbing in rough circles to help you along. His rough fingers and his fast pace was enough to throw you over the edge; gushing your pretty pussy over his cock; eyes rolling in the back of your head and squealing as your thighs clamp together.

He groans low, leaning forward to bury his face in your neck as his release lets go: painting your insides white, cumming so hard that he’s seeing stars. “Y-you're gonna be such good m–ama, shit—[name].”

You can only moan in response, moving your hand to slide over his, who was still across your lower belly.

“F-fuck baby, you’re so good for me.” He mumbled in a weak voice, feeling his energy leave as his last release emptied out, feeling some of his cum dribbling down his cock and down your legs; shifting his hips to make sure nothing leaves before pulling back: his now softened cock removing from your warmth. You groan loudly, crawling forward before collapsing into the bed; being too fucked out and overstimulated from the nth orgams; and Ejiro’s cum slowly dripping out of you.

You can only shift your head to the side as you see him get up, and leave and come back with a damp cloth, along with a glass of water. You give him a soft smile, and Kirishima has to hold back a big toothy-grin from how adorable you look: laying on your stomach and the fat on your cheek, smushed into the bed with your half-lidded beautiful eyes staring right at him.

“Can you move, peachy? ” He asks softly, his fingers dragging shapes into your cheeks as you turn onto your back, pushing out a small ‘oof’ as he starts to clean you up; making sure he didn’t hurt you and took extra time cleaning the bite mark, bruises, wiping the sweat off, and rubbing your sore body. As he comes to a halt, he kisses your neck before lightly kissing your face with whispering praises : “You did amazing love,” - “Proud of you, dovey,”. All in process, you mumbled back at him, exhausted from the long-pleasurable-hours you had.

Few minutes pass, Kirishima leaves to throw the rag away and when he returns, he had a peaceful moment where he thought you fell asleep: eyes closed, limp body, and chest rising slowly.

He climbs into bed, making sure to pick you up with such gentleness before laying you on his chest, moving your hair from your forehead and shoulders. He leans forward to kiss your forehead sweetly, completely content to simply lay down in bed, listening to your gentle breathing that slowly eases his brain.

All he could think, that one day , surely he’d love to be jumped awake by gremlins; grasping his hair, whining at him that they want breakfast.

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[hisokaisdaddyz]

Malicious sex

Hisoka~

Fem!reader!

A/N: I've had this in my drafts for about a week or two, I was a bit hesitant about posting this, Grammarly hasn't been working lately so it sometimes messes up my sentences, so if I made any mistakes please do tell me so I can correct it, I didn't check over it since I don't feel that well, I've been having really bad chest pain, I'll try to post more often!

Enjoy, I guess.

Word count: 1.2k

It was the same argument as the other days, him upset because she took her flirting with a man other than him a little too far, but today she decided to flash the man she pulled her tank top down a bit showing him her breast, which would end with the two having Angry sex that would last hours, well, here the two are again, he decided to fuck her on the balcony, since she wanted to show her body off to other men, he was going to show others who she belonged to.

"You wanna say that again dear?~", He said it in a calm voice but his anger raided off of him, she was pressed against the rail with his hand wrapped around her throat and his knee between her legs pressing against her cunt sent shivers of ecstasy through her body, the expressions he made when he was upset made her want to pounce on him, he always had his hair down and he angry gazes made her soaked, she sometimes made him upset on purpose just to get a reaction and today was one of those days, his golden eyes peeked through his hair and trailed down her body.

"Why are you so upset darling? It'll only be a one-time thing" she chuckled, speaking about when the man asked to fuck her, which Hisoka heard, he trailed his card across her neck drawing blood, "You'll die before another man touches what belongs to me~", he pulled her panties aside and touched her clit before inserting his slender fingers in her drenched hole, the way her wall squeezed his fingers drove him crazy, " Who said I belonged to you?", he halted, his grip around her throat only tightened, she was sure that it would leave a bruise.

He chuckled softly, he took his fingers out and rubbed her wetness on his dick, "The sight of you pisses me off...but that won't stop me from fucking you until you're underneath me realizing who you belong to~", she wrapped her legs around his waist and pulled him closer, he grinned and placed his dick at her entrance and thrusted forward letting his dick slide into her easily, she whined feeling his, thick veiny dick stretching your hole, no matter how many time they fuck, when he enters her it feels like it's her first time again, he released her throat and grabbed her thighs, she looked down and saw a bulge in her abdomen, he pulled back and thrusted back into her, her mouth dropped open as his dick settled in her stomach, the veins on his dick rubbed against her wall with every thrust, he slipped his arms under your thighs and pressed her against the rail, her ears were filled with the sounds of his balls slapping against her ass and the slick sounds of her cunt, "Fuck" he grunted out, his tip abused her g-spot with every harsh thrust, she curled her toes "H-Hisoka!" she screamed feeling his cock throb against her walls, she didn't care if anyone heard her, infact she wanted them to catch him destroying her little cunt, she clenched around his cock making him release a low growl, she roughly grabbed his face and pulled him into a heated kiss, your tongues fought for dominance, he won obviously, she sucked on his tongue as her nails clawed at his back, she moaned into his mouth feeling her stomach knot up, she felt like she had to pee, "Cum, cum for daddy~" he pressed his hand against her lower abdomen, her eyes watered, she wasn't about to come first, he slightly pulled out making her clenched harder around him, he jerked feeling her pussy suck him back in his thrust became sloppy as he neared, he took her nipple in his mouth and looked up at her smirking as he sucked hard as if he were trying to milk her, she tried holding it in but he pinched her clit making her cum almost immediately, she slumped and twitched, as her high came over her, her body shook in his arms, as he chuckled and pulled out, her juices leaked on the ground, "Have you come to your senses?"

She laughed weakly, "I've realized how insecure you are", he ignored her and placed her on his bed, she sighed and chuckled assuming he gave up, he lifted her leg " What are you doing?" he dismissed her question and positioned himself between her legs, he pushed her legs wider, his tongue glided up her neck and to her ear , he hummed as thrusted back into her, "W-wait" she winced as he pinched her sensitive clit , her eyes rolled to the back of her skull and her toes curled feeling him enter her womb, his tongue soon made its way to her nipples and flicked them, he rubbed her clit as he bit her nipple, the feeling made her a sobbing mess, it made her weaker, tears fell down her cheeks, it was too much for her to handle, he knew just how to fuck her up, " H-Hisoka! It's too m-much!", her words went into one ear and out the other, he was sure he was going to make her realize she belonged to him and only him, the abuse against her clit had gotten harder and much faster, she could feel her 2nd climax coming, she looked a mess, her mascara was fucked up, "Ooh, I wish you could see how you look right now~"

her lipstick was smudged, and her hair stuck to her forehead, he loved this sight, it made him want to lock her up so no one else could see this side of her, "I'm close! Fuck, H-Hisoka!", her vision blurred, and her pussy fluttered, he pushed her legs towards her chest, and slapped her thighs, she arched her back and screamed in ecstasy as her climax neared, he sat her on his lap and pulled out slowly before slamming back into her, his tip hit her g-spot making her cum instantly, his actions ceased as she squirted, soaking his shirt and fingers in the process, she trembled as he stared at her, " So, she's a squirter~", he sucked on his fingers licking up her juices she looked away embarrassed, "Shut up"

He grabbed her face and kissed her making her taste herself, he rubbed her salty juices against her tongue and pulled away, "bear my children... Y/N" she nodded rapidly, she wanted to have his children, he lifted her, before slamming her down on his dick, his dick sloped her hole, making her throw her head back, he grunted and shoved his dick further into her releasing his seed in her womb

"who do you belong to?~" he smirked, he pushed her to her limit, she couldn't take it anymore, he pushed his seed deep in her womb making sure to not spill any, " I-I belong to you" she cried out, he chuckled and pulled out, "Good girl" he cooed, he tapped her face, "Y-your an asshole" she managed to say, "Language dear, or do I need to teach you some manners~"

[erodasfishtacos]

Is this seat empty? " Yes and this one will be too if you sit down" , "Don't be like that my love."

For MLB!Harry first stupid fight in a relationship 😂

Okay this turned into something entirely different then the prompt. Sorry anon 😂

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Peace & Quiet (Please)

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“Where d’you put m’protein mix?” Harry asks, padding into the kitchen and opening every single fucking cabinet.

“It’s in the same place it’s been for the past five years,” YN bites out with a slight irritation, mixing the pancake batter a little rougher.

She’s been up since three in the morning and Harry sauntered in around six-thirty after coming home late from a baseball game last night.

All the babies still asleep.

“Ah - fuck,” Her husband huffs when he spills the powder all over the countertop and floor she had just swiffered ten minutes ago.

When he goes to open the other cabinet and grab for a shaker bottle - they all come tumbling out onto the floor in a loud clash.

“Could you be any louder? You going to wake up the kids!” YN scolds harshly, pointing to the closet, “Go get the swiffer.”

He obliges - surprised by her attitude, grabbing it and slapping it (by accident) on the ground like a fucking baseball bat, the head of the mop snapping off and breaking.

“S’broken,” Harry states the obvious, shrugging and going about peeling a banana before leaving the peel near the sink.

YN turns to face him, voice irritated, “I’m about to break you, just like you broke the swiffer.”

“Is that a threat or a promise?” He asks cheekily but her glare tells him there is no amusement to be had this morning.

“I just spent all morning cleaning and you’ve made this place a disaster already!” His wife bites before flipping one of the pancakes.

Harry dejectedly cleans up his protein mix mess, neatly places the shake bottles into the right place, throws away the peel, and closes all the cabinets.

“M’sorry,” He murmurs, coming up behind her and kisses the nape of her neck, “Y’seem a bit cranky this mornin’.”

And man. He should have not said that.

“Do you have a baby who needs to fucking feed from your body every hour even during the night? I don’t think so,” She mutters, shaking him off of her.

“Hey, mama. M’bein’ an ass, what can I do to help?” He changes gears, choosing to stand next to her since she didn’t seem to want to be touch.

“Breastfeed - let your nipples feel like their constantly on fire and about to fall off. Make all this post-partum bleeding stop. Let me sleep for a day straight. I don’t know,” YN begins to sniffles, plating a few mini pancakes.

He’s taken aback, eyebrows furrowing in concern, and he leans forward to flip off the stovetop, “Can I touch you?”

She nods, wiping her eyes, and allows him to haul her up into their marble countertop, “Mama, y’need to tell me when y’feeling overwhelmed? Please baby. I’ve asked you a million times to wake me up and I can bottle feed her.”

“No, she…I have to feed her. It helps bonding and it-“

Harry interrupts firmly, “She will be perfectly fine being fed by a bottle a few times a day. You’re putting too much stress on yourself.”

Her head falls on his shoulder and she mumbles, “I just feel so…gross, not attractive at all.”

He pulls her back, searching her face in confusion, “Baby, why would you ever say somethin’ like that?”

YN let’s out a quiet sob, “My nipples are chafed and sore, I’m constantly bleeding, my belly hasn’t deflated -“

Harry can’t help but lean in and connect their lips harshly, he’s pulling her loose shirt up and over her head.

“Harry, what-“

“Listen t’me,” Harry rasps seriously, his hands are tender and careful as they cup her swollen breasts - thumbing at her painful nubs.

“I’m literally obsessed w’your tits, baby. They’ll go back to normal after y’done feeding and even if they don’t - I love them just as fucking much. You fed our three healthy strong boys and now you’re makin’ sure our chunky little girl is eating good.”

Then he hands move to cup her belly, large hands splayed over the still softening, firm bump from where Briar had been housed for nine months.

“Y’gave me four, four fuckin’ babies from this belly. I’m fucking in love with your body. God, y’thighs, y’tummy, the stretchmarks - fuck, getting me hard just lookin’ at you.”

It was true, he was stiffening up in his shorts but neither of them acknowledged it - it was a love boner more than anything else.

He literally got hard from how much he loved her.

“I’m tired,” She sighs softly, letting Harry tug her shirt back on as the children would be waking up soon to eat breakfast.

“I know, mama,” Harry acknowledges softly, giving her another kiss before taking over the pancake station.

-

When all the boys are downstairs and chomping away on their food, Cash, who is just about four decides it’ll be funny to squirt the sticky syrup all over their expensive stool cushions and the floor.

When YN turns from the sink to see the mess, she admits she snaps a little bit, “Really Harry? You’re supposed to be watching them, not checking the sports news on your phone!”

Harry is about to defend himself but his wife is stomping over to where Cash has emptied the bottle and gives him a firm look, “Cash Edward Styles, get your bum upstairs, right now.”

Cash’s eyes widen, his mother rarely needed to use a harsh tone with them, “Mama, I’m so-“

“If you are not upstairs, by the bathtub this instant, you get no outside time today. Do you understand me?” YN tells him, giving Easton a warning look when he licks at the syrup on his finger.

“Yes mama,” Cash squeaks out sadly, abandoning his plate and walking up towards the bathroom upstairs to get clean.

Easton and Ezra are dead silent as they watch their brother leave - not wanting the same fate as him so they sit proper.

“Sweetheart-“ Harry begins, putting his phone back in his pocket.

“No, I have my hands full taking care of four kids. I don’t need you acting like a fifth. Go bathe your son,” YN tells him coldly, an angry stare directed his way.

Harry clenches his jaw, biting his tongue as he stands up and pushes his chair in with force - making a loud noise before following after his second son.

A few minutes after they’re out of sight, Easton thought it’d be funny to wipe syrup down Ezra’s cheek which made Ezra cry and throw a pancake at his older brother - now soaking him in syrup.

YN starts to leak milk at the sound of Ezra’s cries.

“Easton Robin - get you butt upstairs this instant too. You know better - no outside time today,” She informs him as she uses a wet wipe to clean Ezra’s cheek.

“Mama,” Easton whines, fat tears starting roll down his cheeks as he stands up, loitering by the kitchen stool.

“Do not make me repeat myself,” YN warns, swiping a paper towel over the wet spot on her shirt from the leak.

-

Harry had just started washing up Cash who was still melancholy when his blubbering older one comes in - still tearful.

He sighs, looking at his syrupy son, “Wha’ happened?”

Easton looks hesitant, “I put syrup on Ezzie and mama said no outside time today.”

His father is tight-lipped, he can already predict that Easton’s actions upset Ezra, “Alright, c’mon. Let’s clean y’up too. Y’know better, Easton.”

-

Harry had just finished helping both boys dress when YN appears in the doorway with Ezra who has a binkie popped in his mouth.

She steps over and hands their son to Harry before muttering, “I’m going to feed Briar, keep the boys out of the room. I need some peace.”

YN disappears from the room before he can even reply to her.

-

Harry can admit he gets distracted when one of his coaches calls him up for a game change, doesn’t notice when Cash sneaks from the playroom.

It’s less than five minutes later when YN leads Cash gently by the hand back into the playroom, with Briar still latched and feeding.

When she sees Harry on his phone, she’s fucking livid with him.

“Really Harry?” His wife scoffs, guiding Cash to join Easton in where he’s playing with legos.

“I’ll call you back,” Harry replies to his coach before hanging up, “Sorry, it was Donny-“

“Good to know your job is more important than watching your kids,” She spits out before storming back out of the room.

Harry is up and following behind her, jaw clenched and irritated, “Just ‘cause you’re in a pissy mood doesn’t mean that y’say shit like that.”

She turns on her heel, eyes fiery, “You have no god damn consideration. You’ve been swamped this week because of your nike promotion and games. I’ve had the babies all by myself for four nights while you get to gallivant around!”

Harry goes to speak but she puts her free hand up.

“I ask for you to keep our house clean and to let me have one moment of peace with our daughter but you don’t even let me have that! You do not understand how hard it is to push a baby out of you and then have them rely on you to feed them twenty times a day!”

His anger fades when his wife starts sobbing - chest shuddering sobs, “I just had her four weeks ago. I-I haven’t had a break yet. You act like it’s so easy!”

He starts to walk towards her, “Sweetheart-“

YN shakes her head, a desperate plea in her tone, “Please just give me time with Briar.”

Harry swallows harshly and nods - feeling like shit as his wife walks back towards the stairs - all the while still feeding their daughter.

-

“Hello?”

“Mum, I-can you take the boys for the night?” Harry asks quietly, standing in the kitchen while the two older boys are still playing quietly.

Ezra’s passed out, on Harry’s hip with his little face smushed against the cap of his shoulder with parted lips.

“Dear, is everything okay?” She replies cautiously.

“No, I-I don’t know. YN is overwhelmed and I don’t think I’ve been supportive enough,” Harry feels himself begin to sniffle.

Anne doesn’t pry for information which Harry loves about her, she agrees to take them, and states she’ll be over within the hour.

Harry goes about packing their pajamas and other necessities in their little backpacks as the squeal excitedly about going to Nana’s.

“Can we say bye to mama?” Easton asks anxiously as they clear out of their bedrooms.

“Let me go ask,” He murmurs, running a hand through his son’s curls.

When he cracks open the door, YN is sprawled out on her back, fast asleep with Briar also asleep in the bassinet next to the bed.

His heart aches because her shirt is off, and the remnants of her nipple cream which was a pinkish orange color wasn’t fully rubbed in on her bruised breasts.

Harry guides them downstairs, promising that their mama will call them later.

-

After the boys leave, Harry doesn’t know what to do so he cleans whatever he finds that is dirty or messy so she won’t have to.

He does all the laundry in the house, cleans up every single toy, and when Briar starts to whimper - he sneaks in to snatch her up so she doesn’t wake YN.

Then he takes her out to the shops with him to grab groceries, her favorite snacks, and maybe he does stop by a jewelry store and buy her something nice.

(casually a pair of 20k earrings)

YN fell asleep around eighty-thirty in the morning and doesn’t wake up until about nine at night, Harry had put Briar in her nursery about an hour ago.

When she does awake, Harry is sitting in the living room - watching a stupid action movie to pass time and dwell on everything.

She comes in quietly, stands in front of her husband who looks up at her with anxious eyes - she looks brighter now that she’s had adequate sleep.

“Will you hold me?” She rasps quietly, just in one of Harry’s shirts and soft pair of sleep shorts.

“Never haven t’ask, mama,” He murmurs, guiding her until she’s straddling his lap and burying her face into the crook of his neck.

His hands sneak beneath her shirt to massage the sleep-warm skin as he kisses her shoulder - over and over again.

“I’m so sorry,” YN whispers into his skin, voice croaky as she tries to not get upset.

He pulls her back to study her face, “Do not apologize, y’allowed to get mad at me and feel frustrated. You’re emotions are valid. There’s a lot going on and I could be doing more to help.”

YN wipes a tear that trickles down as she laughs in disbelief, “No, you can’t do anymore to help.”

“Wha-? I can, I promis-“

She interrupts his with a kiss before telling him sincerely, “You can’t do anymore help because you’re already doing the most amazing job. As a husband and dad. I was just tired and stressed - it’s not an excuse.”

It warms his heart, he fucking loves her so much it does make sense, has to button their lips together one more time.

“You have a really hard job too, on top of being a husband and dad. You give us all this, support us and take care of us.”

“Are y’kidding me? Y’the one who keeps this family together. Y’the fuckin’ love of my life, you know that? I love you so much, so so much,” He emphasizes, rubbing a thumb across her bottom lip.

The kiss one more time - the anger was subsided and they were okay once again.

Harry laughs and agree when YN murmurs, “S’time for bed again, m’tired.”

“Okay mama, anythin’ for you,” He responds before peppering her in kisses to make her giggle lightly.

[oilivia]

“Be a good girl and spread your legs” - w/ Kuroo, Atsumu & Suga

request:  Ummmm, idk if you're still taking requests, but could I get prompt 20. With Atsumu, Kuroo, and Suga? Pls and thank chu!

a/n: these were super fun to write and i somehow ended up with three very different things, but i hope you’ll enjoy! please be mindful of the tws, i’m posting them separately for each drabble. no beta! smut under the cut.

pairings: Kuroo w/ virgin reader & slight corruption; Suga w/ daddy kink & dumbification; Atsumu w/ cowgirl, wholesome

wording: 2.1k

if you want to request drabbles, i have a list of prompts here, but please read my rules first here.

Kuroo

tw: implied virginity, fingering, oral (f receving), slight corruption

“Tetsu-” you moan softly, your hands sinking in his hair, his lips sucking at the delicate skin of your neck. That will leave a mark, but you don’t care. The fact that you are in his dorm room and his roommate could open the door any minute slips from your mind as you feel his hands knead your clothed breasts. All that matters is how good it all feels, how it leaves you wanting more, how his calloused fingers know just where to touch you.

“Be a good girl and spread your legs,” he asks, voice laced with honey. If it was up to him, he’d rip the clothes off of you, free your pretty tits so he could sink his teeth into your perky nipples. But no, he has to take it slow. He doesn’t want to overwhelm you from the start, he doesn’t want you running away from him. You’re so sweet and innocent and your body isn’t used to being touched by a man. You writhe under his fingers, goosebumps littering your skin. He won’t lie, he loves it. Even though his cock twitches painfully in his pants from the lack of friction. He’ll just build you up, steadily and patiently, until you’re on your knees begging for him to fuck you.

Kuroo can see just how shy you are, how you hesitate for a second at his command, your eyes darting to his as if you want to make sure you understood correctly. He smiles sweetly, pressing his hands on the inside of your thighs and pushes them apart slowly. He watches you intently, grinning internally when he sees how you cover your mouth with your hand, averting your eyes as if to hide from his gaze. It’s so cute how embarrassed you are.

Your chest heaves, your breathing shallow. Your whole body feels as if you have a fever - your skin’s burning up, a dull ache in your abdomen. He kneels in front of you and when you feel his finger lightly trace your clothed slit a loud whine escapes you.

He would tease you, tell you that he knows how desperate you are for his cock by the way the wet spot on your white panties grows with his every touch. But he can’t do it yet. He’ll keep the teasing remarks to himself for now, content to watch the string of slick still connecting your folds to your panties when he tugs them down. Your body isn’t as innocent as you are.

“Can I?” he asks, a playful smile on his lips when he sees you nod sheepishly.

Kuroo can’t help but grin when he sees how tight you are, how he’s barely able to push his finger past your entrance. Your moans get louder when you feel his tongue press on your clit, swiping the sensitive nub as his digit thrusts in and out of you incessantly. Will you really cum just from this?

Your walls clench, your body twisting as the pressure in your abdomen snaps, waves of pleasure rippling through you. Your juices spill on his hand as he keeps fucking into you, savoring the lewd expressions on your face as you come undone for him. You’re so beautiful, exquisitely so.

And if that’s how you react to just one finger and a few strokes of his tongue, he can’t wait to see how pretty you’ll look creaming on his cock, the fucked out expressions you’ll be making. Sometimes being patient pays off and Kuroo is sure this is definitely one of those times.

Suga

tw: hard dom Suga, daddy kink, dumbification, infantilization, praise, edging, overstim, dacryphilia, sex toys, mentions of alcohol  

When you met Suga you thought he was just another pretty boy, nothing too special. The kind you take home to your parents or marry after you’re done experimenting.

“Be a good girl and spread your legs,” he commands, sharp eyes fixed on your body.

Turns out, his favorite pastime is watching you squirm as he fucks your brains out. All it took was stumbling into his bed one night after work, both of you drunk and lonely. And now you spent most evenings on your knees servicing his cock and waiting for him to take pity on you and stretch your walls.

You comply, opening your thighs and giving Suga a perfect view of your pretty cunt, soaked and throbbing. A small vibrator buzzes happily inside, pulling soft whimpers from your throat. He pushed it inside you on the lowest setting more than an hour ago - punishment for being late. The setting that isn’t high enough to get you off, but it’s high enough to make a mess out of your hole, to have you begging for him to let you cum.

“You look so good like this, you know? Like a dumb little baby, look how your cunny gushes.” He kneels between your legs, scooping the liquid between your folds with a finger “You like having that vibe inside you, hmm? Does it feel good?” He questions, his tone belittling. But you don’t care. All you care about is how good that tiny touch felt. You want to ask for more, but you know how much Suga hates it when you speak out of turn, so you settle on answering his question.

“I-It feels good, daddy,” your voice feels so small and broken as soft moans escape between each of your words. He smiles and your heart swells. You did good, he likes your answer. He watches you proudly. When you two met you were such a little brat. He worked so hard to make you behave, to make you into the dumb little fuckdoll that you are now. He loves you so much.

“That’s my baby. Now, tell me, will you be late again?” His palm is raised over your aching clit, ready to slap the bundle of nerves if you say the wrong thing.

“N-No, daddy,” you try. He smiles again. You sigh with relief, your chest rising and falling with your every breath, your nipples perked from the rush of emotions.

“Good girl,” he coos. His fingers find your clit, rubbing and pinching. “Is this what you want? You want me to let you cum?”

You nod desperately, cries and pleads erupting from your throat as  you feel your climax within your reach. Just a little bit more and you’ll cum. You let out a whine when he stops and pulls the vibe out of you - you were so close.

“Shh, it’s okay.” Suga tugs down his boxers, his cock springing, large and throbbing. You lick your lips in anticipation. He gets between your thighs once more, aligning his tip with your hole. He pushes it in, torturously slow. Your legs are on his shoulders, your hands pinned above your head by his strong grip. He chuckles when he sees the way you squirm, how hard you’re trying to get more of his cock inside your plush walls. “You’re such a dumb little baby, so needy for me. You can’t cum without daddy’s help. What would you do without me, hmm?”

“I-I need m-more, daddy, please,” you beg, tears welling up in your eyes. Your insides felt like they were on fire. And you were so close to the sweet release of your orgasm. If only daddy took pity on his little baby and helped her cum.

“If you’re asking so nicely.” Suga slams his hips into yours, shoving the rest of his cock against your cervix all at once. He thinks you look so cute with your salty tears streaming down your face. You don’t last long, not with the pace at which he’s rutting into you. Your mind goes blank, tongue lolling out of your open mouth, your body convulsing under Suga’s. And he keeps thrusting into you, not even letting you catch your breath. You climax again, harder than the first time, your head dizzy, body going limp. Your walls are clamming on his cock, squeezing it and milking him for every last drop of his cum.

“My pretty baby, so good for me,” he whispers as he gives you a soft kiss on the corner of your mouth. “Let me clean you up and I’ll cuddle you.” You don’t even hear his last words as you succumb to sleep, your exhaustion overtaking you.

Atsumu

tw: cowgirl, nipple play, kinda wholesome, Atsumu says baby twice, somehow this one ended up super sweet

Were you always such a tease? Atsumu asks himself as he stares at the way your tits bounce, threatening to spill from your low-cut dress. You’re skipping towards him, huge smile on your face and arms open to engulf him in a hug. You haven’t seen each other in a while, not since you moved to a different city for your job. But none of that matters now - you’re back.

Just like you’re back on his lap fifteen minutes later. Your lips are wrapped around his, your hands playing with the hem of his pants. You taste just as good as he remembers. God, how he missed you. He sucks on your tongue, his fingers pinching your nipples. He smirks when he realizes you’re not wearing a bra. He always hated how those pesky things got in the way of his touches. You bite his bottom lip when he pulls away from the kiss and you smile, a devilish glint dancing in your eyes.

“Did I give you permission to stop?” You tease and he laughs. You’re even feistier than he remembers.

“Fuck, baby, I missed you so much,” his fingers dig into your back as he breathes deeply, taking in your intoxicating scent. “Be a good girl and spread your legs.”

He thinks your cocky smirk is adorable. “When was I ever a good girl, ‘Tsumu?” Still, you oblige, not because he asked you to, but because you want it just as much as he does. You move to straddle his lap, your hand between your bodies, stroking his cock through his pants. His mouth crashes with yours again in a sloppy kiss, tongues twisting as you swallow each other’s moans.

“You want me?” you question, your clouded eyes lying on his, mouth slightly open as you pant trying to catch your breath. His cock twitches at the hypnotizing sight - you could’ve asked him for anything right now and he would oblige.

“What do you think?”

“I think you can’t wait to bury your cock in my cunt,” a smirk plastered on your face as you reach for his boxers, rubbing your thumb in circles over his leaking tip. He hisses at the unexpected touch.

“You know I do.” Lifting yourself on your tiptoes, you pull your panties aside with a grin, placing Atsumu’s tip at your drenched entrance. You gasp as you slowly sink on his cock, relishing the way his girth spreads your ravenous cunt, inch by agonizing inch. You’re not prepped and even though you’re wet, your tight walls burn as his tip pushes inside you. But you couldn’t wait, not with his tantalizing cock finally within your grasp.

The way you’re riding him, arms wrapped around his shoulders, naked tits pressed against his taut chest is driving him crazy with lust. Why did he ever let you go? Your moans sound so sweet and he whispers your name in your ear, over and over, like a prayer. He licks at the shell of your ear and your cries get louder. You gyrate your hips, his palms resting on your waist as he meets your thrusts halfway.

“Your cock feels so good, ‘Tsumu,” you mewl as you pick up the pace, chasing your high with each slam of your hips.

“And you’re so fucking tight. Fuck, baby, look at me. I want to see your face when you cum,” your cunt is clenching snugly around his cock at Atsumu’s words. You indulge him. He watches you bend and undulate as you grind against him faster and faster. He feels his own climax build up and just as your body thrashes in his arms with your orgasm, he fills you up with his cum, his tip resting against your cervix.

“Let’s stay like this for a bit,” Atsumu mutters and you nuzzle your head in the crook of his neck, humming in agreement.

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[katsukikitten]

Time spent with Todoroki.

Warnings: This is a Pro Hero aged up AU, think late twenties. Adult themes such as sex are to follow. Please enjoy

Shoto was by far your favorite sugar daddy. He showered you in lavish gifts and gave you the pipe often. He checked your bank account and made sure it never fell below a certain amount and paraded you around town like the Princess you were. But most importantly he was stoic. Doing nothing more than wiping you up with a warm rag once the two of you were finished, never clinging to you with desperate hands like many other sugar daddies had. Hoping their money would make you giddy and buy your love. Maybe it would have, had you not already run out of love for people. Your heart broken one too many times by a long term relationship causing you to vow that money was your only love. 

People were just too disappointing. 

Your contracts with Shoto were medium in length, anywhere between three to five months mostly because he likes to keep his "options open." Which filled you with pure lust for him, knowing you could get away with your kinks without worrying over some man falling for you. 

Still, it was difficult for the Pro hero not to fall for you, at first he had no interest in love. Having sworn it off mostly for fear of failure thanks to his dysfunctional family. It was the main reason he started looking into sugar baby websites, he saw your profile picture and your bolded No strings attached. He liked the idea of that, loved it really and yet, he became tangled in you after the renewal of your second contract. He tried to suppress the warm feeling in his chest, he found it difficult more times than not. 

Especially now, with you on your knees with his guicci jacket spread out on the tile of the bathroom floor as your lipstick clad lips wrap around his cock. Your cheeks hollowed and your eyes looking up at him with enchanting lust. He fists your hair shoving you further on his cock. Your eyes water as you gag softly and Todoroki is just thankful your makeup is waterproof. 

The sight and the sounds make him groan while your manicured nails dig into his bare thigh. You rub your thighs for friction, moaning around his cock, it's enough to send Shoto over the edge. Hot ropes of cum hit the back of your throat as his grip on your styled hair tightens. 

"Fuck Princess…." He moans bucking into your mouth, sharp eyes look down at you. Seeing a powerful man come undone for you is enough to keep you content for now. 

"Sir will take care of you after the gala okay?" His cheeks are still a little red as he runs his hand over your hair. Lifting you off the floor before fixing himself. He gives you a light spin, making sure nothing scuffed your gorgeous designer dress before he exits the stall. Pushing back his long hair while you retouch your lipstick with a knowing smirk. 

The two of you waltz back to the party, sans his jacket, abandoning the designer garment without a second thought. The price of it was barely a drop in his bucket. It could have been half of his bucket for all he cared, his mind always swimming with thoughts of you.  He places his hand on the small of your back as he guides you back to the table, dinner half forgotten once your hand wandered towards his crotch for a tease. 

"F...find the bar okay?' Izuku asks as you take your seat, your sly hand going for your wine. Uraraka blushes when you give her a wink. 

"Just fine." Shoto says sipping his whisky. 

"So who's won awards so far?" You ask with gleaming eyes, Izuku smiles. 

"Kaachan for most villains caught. Kirishima for the safest feeling hero, myself for rescue ratio." He holds up his small little trophy, "And you, Shouto, for most mysterious." 

"What about the rankings? Did we miss that?" 

"No they are about to announce it!" Uraraka exclaims, eyes glittering with excitement and wine. Her chestnut eyes slide over to her emerald eye date, hoping for the best for him. 

The announcer steps to the stage, his sapphire blue suit catching everyone's eye as he takes the center. 

"Ladies and gentlemen, it has been a night filled with congratulations and cheer but now is the moment you've been waiting for, tonight we will reveal the top three heroes. Voted in by a strenuous board appointed by the fans, we finally present the BIG THREE!" 

Some tables erupt in cheers while the host takes his dramatic pause, when the sound dies down the host brandishes the golden envelope. 

As he announces your hand wanders again, playing with your favorite toy, Shouto's face gives way nothing as the host drags out the awards. Explaining how long the winner's speeches should be. Soon Shouto cannot ignore your hands creeping on his clothed cock that throbs beneath your fingers. He knows he can't wait through what's bound to be a half an hour. He rises excusing himself dragging you with him before you're being cornered against a wall in some random closet. 

"So impatient, princess." He bites out, kissing your throat, sliding down to your exposed collar bone while his hand ventures between your thighs. Calloused pads circling your puffy clit as you let out a loud moan that's swallowed by the cheering of the gala room. Impatient himself he undoes his pants, stroking himself with his free hand while you cum on his fingers. 

After the coil in your stomach snaps for a third time he's satisfied, kissing you as he aligns the tip of his dick to your quivering entrance.

"Fuck, Shouto. Fuck me please, sir!" You beg, making his head spin, alcohol mingling in the small dark space. 

"Be patient kitten. Sir will fuck you right baby." He grunts, sheathing himself into your soaking core.  You cry out, clawing at his back through his shirt. The smell of biting cold hair mingling with the hearty smoke of a bonfire engulfs you as you press your face into his chest. He lifts both of your legs, strong hands grabbing onto thick thighs as he fucks into you with a deadly pace. Slapping skin and lewd wet sounds echo back to the two of you, encouraging his pistoning hips. 

"Listen to those sounds Princess, your pussy sounds so pretty." He bites at your ear as you endlessly moan and whimper into his chest. Cunt clenching as he drives over your spongy spot, the head of his cock going deeper with each thrust. Soon it all becomes too much, your vision spots panting as you cry out in ecstasy, body ridged and arching to meet him. 

"Cumming on my cock already?" He coos, fucking you through your next orgasim as your legs shake around him. Toes pointed in your red bottoms as you attempt to hold onto him for dear life. 

"S..sir! You cry out, "I'm gonna...nnngghhh." 

He ruts into you, pressing you further into the wall as he frees up one hand to play with your throbbing clit. Rubbing harsh circles as he loses focus on his precise thrusts that turn sloppy. His eyes too focused on you as you cum, milking his cock. Your eyes flutter, desperately attempting to hold eye contact as one hand palms your breast and the other scratches at the skin at the nape of his neck. Your tongue lulls out just a bit as your mouth makes a sinful O shape, a few tears of over stimulation fall down your cheeks as he continues to fuck into your wet cunt. The sight makes him explode into you, warm spurts of cum causing you to whimper and clench in delight as he ruts until he is done.  He sets his sweaty forehead against yours, panting as words claw up his throat. 

"I love..." He whispers, catching himself just in time, "Your tight cunt." 

He kisses you, hoping you don't think anything more of it. 

After a few minutes, and Shouto's cock softens, he withdraws. Wiping you up with a wipe from your purse as the two of you check the other for fluids. A drunken cat smile plastered on your lips as you reapply your lipstick, wiping away the stains on his dark grey shirt and collar. 

The two of you step into the hall just in time as the doors start to open. Quickly and calmly you grab for your pack of cigarettes, your normal alabi, placing the stick in your mouth. Shouto, much like a gentleman, lights it as you inhale to keep the tip a burning ember. Gently blowing the smoke over his clothes, careful to avoid his face as you waft the burning stick around yourself as if it were an incense. Knowing good and well the smell of smoke always hides the salty smell of sex. Quickly you extinguish it on an ice cube that Todoroki provides, you toss the cube in the closet and the half of a smoke into your burkin slamming it shut just as a small group of sidekicks approach. 

"Shouto! Wow! I can't believe it was a three way tie this year! Congrats to you, Deku and Dynamight!" They drunkenly cheer, "It's crazy how that happened." 

"You're so secretive, your manager accepted the award on your behalf even though you were here tonight!"

A stream of people dot on your date as you cling to his muscular arm while you harbor a secret of your own. Cum dribbles between your thighs as you think of his sweaty head against yours. It feels good to be a Pro hero sugar baby. 

"You staying the night again?" Shouto asks as he presses a cold water bottle to your palm, your body covered in a sheen of post sex sweat from a week's worth of fun. You give him a small smile as you sit up, tits bouncing as you readjust entirely. You can feel his icy hot gaze as it rakes over your body, feeling the goose flesh prick along your skin as it does with the threat of an oncoming summer storm. 

"I wanna discuss the renewal of our contract. Plus we have a final date per the expiring one." He says as he rises, heading towards the luxurious ensuite to start a shower for you both. 

"Hmmm guess I could. How much longer do we have left?" You never really paid attention to this things, always being satisfied with whatever Shouto gave you. 

"Two weeks." He returns back from the bathroom, grabbing his wallet from his bedside table. Pulling out his onyx black card, he places it in your hand. His eyes holding yours, you give a devilish grin. 

"Sir has a lot of paperwork for the agency to do today. Buy a dress I want to fuck you in and anything else you want to match okay baby girl?" He leans down to give your forehead a kiss while you giggle. Unable to hide the giddy that bubbles beneath your skin, you wrap your arms around him. 

"Thank you sir!" You exclaim, pepper his cheeks with kisses as you pull back, "Do I get to pick the date again?"

"Mmhmm." He encourages, running his hand up your bare bare as you squeal with delight.  You rush to the bathroom before he slowly follows behind. While under the hot stream the two of you make out for far too long, tongues fighting as the two of you exchange laughs before you add a playful statement that stays with the two toned hair man as he sits in his boring home office. 

"I'm going to get a dress so classy and sinful you'll fuck me on the spot!" 

His eyes wander to the photo on his desk, the one of your first date. The one you insisted the two of you take after a month of late booty calls since he paid for the "girlfriend" package. The two of you are bundled in warm coats, you cling to his firey side as you laugh and he just barely smirks. 

Looking back he thinks this is when he started to fall for you. You had never been ice skating before and insisted on going while the two of you were in NYC for important PR interviews for the cold and mysterious hero. Because that's what people did in the movies while in NYC, put on their skates at the Rockefeller rink to glide along the ice beneath the sparkling lights of the giant Christmas tree. It was busy, he opted for no skates, as he did better without but he helped you lace yours. Being ginger for the first time in his life as he helped you onto the ice, after demanding a moment of independence you had fallen straight onto your ass. Giving Shouto second hand embarrassment but instead of yelling, crying out or giving up, you laughed. Genuinely laughed as you reached for his steady hand, captivating the whole rink for a moment. It felt like magic had washed over the ice, as snow slowly danced into your hair and the colorful lights danced across your eyes. Just like that the spell was broken with a flash of light. A stranger approached to give you a small tip on how to skate and the polaroid he had taken. You thanked them with a smile placing the photo into your coat pocket leaning into Shoto to share a secret. 

"Now we have our first 'date' immortalized!"  You had giggled, gliding across the ice as if you were ethereal, hands outstretched for Shoto to join you. 

He wonders how you're doing at the shops. He occasionally gets a text or two from you. Sexy pictures of you in the changing room as you obviously buy lingerie as well. 

He fists his cock enough times he gets no work done and by the time he convinces himself enough is enough you come home. 

Wearing that damned devilish smirk. 

And so another week passes in the four walls of his bedroom. Your bank account as stuffed as your pussy as you bounce on his heating and cooling cock. 

"Fuck, baby fuck." Is all Todoroki can say as you chase your own high. His blunt nails clawing at your thighs as your tits bounce. Your mouth opens into that gorgeous O as you seek out that delicious friction on your clit. The coil in your stomach snaps as your humping becomes erratic and sloppy but still enough for your tight cunt to spasm wonderfully over Todoroki. So nice is the sight, sound and smell of you that Todoroki pumps his hips up into you twice before he paints your velvety walls, his eyes focused on you. 

"Fuck." He presses his sweaty head into the silk of his pillow case. Two toned hair clinging to his forehead. You lean over and kiss his cheek. 

"Thanks for the ride Pro hero." You wink before you dismount. Stretching towards the sky once your feet hit the warmed hardwoods, you begin to make your way towards the bathroom. Phone in hand. 

"I wanted to talk about extending your contract." Todoroki says, staring after you, "At dinner tonight." 

"It expired tonight right?" You say, looking over your shoulder while your phone lights up with an alert, "No need for dinner." 

"What do you mean?" He calls to you as you start the shower. 

"I mean, I think we should let the contract expire. Keep things fresh you know? Keep our options open?" 

He jumps to his feet and begs the urgency to die in his step. Calmly with somber steps making his way to the ensuite. He finds you already in the shower, water washes away the smell of sweat. The smell of him as your phone glares up at him. He taps the screen and your recent notifications wave at him as he stares down. 

Reading one of them in horror. 

Todoroki isn't sure why he feels this way as he looks at your phone on his vanity. As if the world fell from beneath his feet. His throat burns as he stares at the illuminated glass, spiraling as steam clouds his vision that begins to blur. He knew what he signed up for, he wanted this. 

This detached, heart hidden exchange in hopes of choking down the loneliness 

But he never expected that when this ended it would feel as if his heart had been ripped out, stepped on and crushed beneath the heel of one of your red bottomed shoes. 

"Come on aren't you joining me for our last shower iced cutie?" 

"Uh yes I'm coming." He steps into the shower as the push alert on your phone burns into his brain. 

"Kirishima Eijirou has put in an offer." 

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Nightly Secrets / Ink Drinker Modern Vikings AU Request [Ivar x F!Reader]

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requested by: @alexhandersen-marcoilsoe-fandom ♡ “sex in the dark/night”

author’s note: thanks to this post, and the notes that follow, you’ll all be subjected to the written requests. smut below the cut.

synopsis: Being caught never meant less.

*Note: This takes place in the timeline before you and Ivar are “out” as a couple.

✎

Your flat was minutes away from the station, for better or worse. It typically lead to Hvitserk crashing there after a particularly grueling shift, or drinking troubles away after the same amount of crap. More than once he was already there when you got off, sometimes alone, raiding your fridge, telling you that you needed to grocery shop, and sometimes there was a certain brother in tow. A certain brother that you “hated”. The only thing you hated about Ivar was his inability to admit to wanting something more than a friends with benefits situation. It was late, like it had been for the past couple of hours and when your car rolled into it’s parking spot, to see Hvitserk’s in the adjacent one, Ivar’s mustang two spots over, you almost went back to the station. To a cot without the large tattooed furnace, one you would have to try to avoid throughout the timing they would be staying. Even if all you wanted was a god damn hug from him.

A case of beer was already gone, drowned and when you walked through the door Hvitserk spread he mouth into a wide smile, like a puppy who seemed to see the tearing of your shoe was not an issue. You flipped him off in response.

“Tough shift?” Ivar said before he could help himself.

“We got out asses kicked, and handed back to us in a blender,” You answered, grabbing a bottle of beer and the bottle of whiskey.

“Oh, good idea—shots,” Hvitserk said suddenly and you sucked the whiskey back against your uniform.

“No, this is mine.” You grumbled, sitting on the other side of the room.

“Fine,” He whined like a dog. “I have to take a leak anyways.” He announced, standing and off he went down the hall. You no sooner were through the living room, Ivar standing from his spot just to meet you in the limited time. Tongues down each other’s throats for too short of a second, encased in his arms as he barreled down against you tightly. 

“Missed you last night,” He whispered, sealing that with a kiss. 

“Missed you too,”

“Was it really a shit day?” He asked, thumb on your cheek as you both listened for the sounds of the toilet flushing. 

“Shit is an understatement,”

“We’ll fix it when Hvitserk falls asleep, yeah?” Ivar teased, lips back on yours, groan dancing from his through as you pulled against his shirt. The sounds from the bathroom became noticeable, and you bit down quickly on his bottom lip, separating suddenly and skirting back to the kitchen. 

*

“You’re both too drunk to drive,” You said, folding arms.

“Am not,” Hvitserk challenged back.

“You can have the couch or the bathtub, take a pick,” You said.

“Couch,” Hvitserk answered. “That leaves the bathtub for you, brother.”

“Or, an Uber,” He replied but he caught the way your eyes looked down, as if he just shattered your heart. “Or, the floor,” He added.

“I’ll leave the vanity light on in case you feel the overwhelming urge to puke,” You groaned, another flip of your middle finger and you set off back to your room. 

You kept the lights dim, television flickering on an even quieter volume, murder mystery playing as you went about winding down. Dressing in the loose clothes you’d rather wear, saving the undergarments in case Ivar decided to stay true to his promise. And even if he didn’t because he was already too drunk. You didn’t know which was better or worse.

Hvitserk was nearly comatose within minutes of his head hitting the couch, and Ivar watched for a steady half hour to make sure he was really as out as he looked. And then he was up, moving from his spot on the floor and slipping down the hallway to your room. You were on your stomach, thumbing through social media on your phone and you felt the bed dip, Ivar’s hands climb the backs of your thighs and settling over you.

“I can’t believe you’re still awake too,” You said to him, head turned slightly as you spoke. “With all that you drank.

“I’m not even drunk,” He hummed resting weight against you, pressing you into the mattress and you both sighed. “Ever time Hvitserk looked away I poured my whiskey in his glass.” Ivar said. You had to push your face into the pillow to catch your laughter.

“Turn the light off, Ivar, and come in here,” You whispered, feeling him move again, warmth leaving before darkness took over the room. The television switched off next, over head fan taking notice and buzzing through the room. Ivar went about closing you curtains and plugging in your phone as if it wasn’t a night out of the unordinary, and Hvitserk wasn’t passed out in your living room. You heard his jeans fall next, belt against the wood floor and then he was pulling his sweatshirt off and climbing next to you. “I want a hug,” You mumbled, crawling into his space as he settled with you among the duvet.

“You looked like I gutted you when I said I was going to get a ride home,” Ivar mumbled, hands curling around you as his face settled against your hair.

“Was it that obvious?” You asked back.

“Yeah, baby girl, it was—only to me though because I don’t even think Hvitserk knows his own name anymore,”

“I just don’t like the thought of you being here and I can’t even spend time with you like I’d like to. Fuck me, I sound like such a girl,” You whined, face against his bare chest and he only chuckled.

“I did kinda intend to fuck you, but you’ll have to be quiet.”

“I’ll have to be quiet? Ivar the whole complex can hear you when you come,” You teased, propping your head up against his chest. Through his eye roll, you took the liberty to crawl over him, straddling him against your bed and his hands latched to your hips immediately. “And, I’m not even wearing panties,” You smiled.

There was a flicker in his eyes that took your notice and he was pulling you then, filling the space between the two of you quickly as his mouth sought out yours. You felt the slip of his hands, sliding over the sleep shirt and into your hair, passing around and then back down as if he dared to leave no part of you untouched. For a brief second they stuck to your hips, rocking you against him ever so slowly and you only ground down on his pelvis in response. His cock hardening almost immediately as you let a soft moan slip between your mouths. Ivar’s hands finally stilled, spreading wide like a wingspan before latching around you, spinning both of your bodies until you were caged underneath him. Even with the room so dark, the light of the nightlight in the far outlet still danced over his cheek bones, catching with his eyes as his forehead stayed plastered against yours.

In a second he was moving, slipping back under the covers as he yanked your thighs to part for his own pleasure. The first flattening of his tongue through your folds was met with the slap of your hand over your mouth, Ivar’s snicker not too far behind before his voice was cut short by the wetness in your cunt. Tasting your juices on his lips as he slurped at you like a parched man, trying to hold your hips down but in your inability to be vocal you took that strain away with the wiggling of your lower half. You were moving too much for Ivar’s liking—how a client might fidget in the chair and it always peeved him, soured his mood and then Ivar was pulling back. Eye flicking up and set sternly as you looked back at him.

“Stop moving,” He grumbled, dipping his mouth back down over your clit, sucking slowly and you still couldn’t stay still. Ivar let out another low groan, peeling his mouth away, arousal around his lips, dripping to his chin as he bit down in the fleshy crevice of your thigh before climbing back up. You wanted to challenge him, a snarky reply right on your tongue but it was swallowed up by the gasp that rolled off instead, his fingers pushing into you as your head tipped back. Studying you, Ivar curled both digits, milking them against your walls as your breathing picked up, his free hand moving from your chest to wrap around your throat. Your mouth dropped open as he squeezed, womanhood squeezing him back and a breathless moan slipped from your mouth. He could hear how wet you were getting, soaking his hand the faster it moved and when he saw both of your hands hold his wrist to stay in place he knew you were about to tip. Through a final tightening of his grip you came around his fingers, back bending away from the mattress as your airways tightened, restricting any noise as Ivar only slowed his hand down to let you float back. As soon as his fingers left your throat his mouth was back over yours, climbing back over you and you wasted no time to grab at him, rolling his boxers down and his hand met yours at his middle. Pushing it away and grabbing his length to start pass your entrance. “Did you take your pill today?” He asks suddenly, his lips moved against yours as he speaks. Your answer doesn’t even get completely through your mouth before he starts sinking into you, spreading still quivering walls with his girth and he moans.

He moans and it’s no quieter than it ever had been before and when he rests completely swallowed up he stays still for a moment. Knowing that if he starts moving it’ll turn into a symphony of noises between the two of you and it’ll likely wake the passed out man down in the living room. Ivar’s forehead falls against yours and his lips still, savoring how you’re squeezing him and you can only giggle in response.

“You want to make noise, don’t you?” You whisper and from where he is you can feel him nod. 

“You feel too good,” He says in response and takes a languid roll of his hips to prove his point, pulling out barely and shoving back inside of you and you both gasp. Your nails digging along his back and the sear of the red streaks only turns him on more. Ivar’s hands take to the sheets again as he moves, timely pushing back into your with minimal force and even though there’s a worry in the air of being caught, he can’t rush. He needs to savor how you feel, and how you both feel connected and in the moment he does’t care if Hvitserk finds out. This matters too much to him to worry about his older brother’s pointless remarks and he wants to make you his so badly but he too scared you’ll deny him. And instead he shows you with his movements, his body against yours, making love although neither of you will admit to it. Finally his hands move, seeking out yours and it catches you by surprise when your fingers tangle too easily as he moves, his lips on yours and your end is rolling back to you again. 

There’s a movement in the sheets as one hand separates from yours, pushing your thigh up to flatten on the mattress and it sends him deeper, hitting that sweet spot inside of you and you’re done for. Pleasure takes to every pore and Ivar’s put his mouth over yours to swallow the sounds you make when you come for a second time, even as your lips stay motionless against his. Your walls tighten him like a vice as you shake in his grasp, his own end pulling from his shaft and coating you. And the moan he wants to let loose come out and a whispered groan, estranged noise as his body tenses; his back quivering as the muscles ripple and you’re pressed against the sheets even with no additional room to move. 

“Don’t move yet,” You whisper suddenly as the pleasure fills your eyes with a brief wave of tears and Ivar couldn’t move if his life depended on it. “I know we have to move but not—not yet,” 

“I’m not moving,” Ivar rasps against your skin, his nose bumping yours and trailing down your jaw. “I don’t give two fucks if Hvitserk sees us, that doesn’t matter to me anymore,” His voice comes against your ear, sealing that secret there with a kiss. And when he finally does pull away, Ivar only rolls off of you, landing back against the duvet and waisting no time to latch around you. 

“What about in the morning?” You peep softly, safely secured in his arms.

“That sounds like something we’ll have to worry about when it’s morning, baby,” Ivar’s voice comes from behind you, thickened with exhaustion and he’s finally feeling some evidence of sleep through his body. And you’re there with him to see him to it.

“You really don’t care, do you?” You ask and Ivar shakes his head against you.

“Not in the slightest. You’re mine, and nothing is going to change that,” Ivar says just as sleep claims him.

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All the cardio I need.

Pairing : Alpha!Sam x Omega!Reader, Alpha!Dean

Word count :  2,973

Written for : @spnkinkbingo​ & @spnabobingo​

SPN Kink Bingo Square : Marathon sex

A/B/O Bingo Square : Marathon heat sex.

Warnings : A/B/O smut, heat/rut, sex, oral sex, shower sex (implied and mentioned), masturbation, mild jealousy.

A/N : This was inspired by something @kittenofdoomage​ had said in the pond chat a while ago- about marathon sex being the only cardio Sam needed when I was trying to figure out this square lol, so thank you Rhi!

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“Sam.. n-need-” You hadn’t needed to finish the words, he could smell it. Dean was already salivating and slowly rising from his chair at the unclaimed omega in heat in the doorway. Sam growled threateningly, teeth bared as he shot up and turned on his brother.

“She asked for me.” he threatened his older brother who’s eyes never left you.  Dean didn’t move, so Sam was quick to get you, grabbing your arm and dragging you back into your motel room next to theirs. He could see people on the street stop to watch, another guy passing the parking lot was watching you with hunger and Sam bared his teeth again before shoving you into your room.

“I’m sorry, it’s just- it’s not working anymore and-” as soon as the door shut behind him, Sam cut you off with a searing kiss, teeth scraping against your lips. It was like he was trying to devour you, so much hunger and need behind the kiss. His large hands on either side of your face to keep you from pulling away.

You were left panting when the kiss finally broke, trying to pull air into your lungs despite your lips chasing his. “I got you.” he whispered. You nodded as your lips finally caught up to his again and you all but purred into the kiss at the feel of Sam’s fingers ghosting down your neck, his thumb following your throat to your sternum.

You barely noticed as clothes were shed, Sam did all the work as he backed you closer and closer to the bed. His lips never leave you unless he absolutely needs them to. It only fully registers when you fall back onto the bed and Sam’s standing before you fully naked himself. “Roll over.”

You’re quick to obey, rolling onto your stomach. The bed dips as you feel Sam’s hair brushing your ass moments before his lips do the same. The sensation makes its way up your back until Sam’s chest is heavy against your back, as his teeth nip and bite at your shoulder.

“You smell so good, omega.” Sam growls against your skin. “Fuck, you smell so fucking good. Can’t wait to finally taste you.” He starts moving back down, lips following the curve of your spine.

“No!” Sam stops, looking up at you as you turn to look over your shoulder. “Please, I-I can’t wait that long. Please, Sam. Need it.”

“Need what?” a coy smile graces his lips.

“Need your knot, Alpha. Need it so fucking bad. Please.” you beg, arching your back so your ass pushes against him. “Please. Just knot me. You can eat my pussy until there’s nothing left in me later, I just need that thick alpha knot.”

“You sound as good as you fucking smell.” Sam groaned, wrapping an arm around and under your hip, lifting you up more as he rutted against you, his cock sliding through slick sticky thighs. “I hope you feel just as good.”

“Please.” you begged again, his arm leaving you. You felt his hand against your ass as it fisted his cock and he lined up. “Please-” you gasped as Sam pushed in to the hilt. “Oh, Alpha.” you breathed out at the feel of him stretching you.

“Gonna fuck you hard, ‘mega.” Sam spoke as he nosed at your skin. “Gonna pound you into this mattress until I’m positive you won’t be able to move after, and then I’m gonna knot you.”

“Yes.”

Sam’s hips moved back, then rolled forward again making you moan and he chuckled against your back. “Get your knees under you.” he ordered, pulling out and shifting his weight so you could. As soon as you were better positioned, he lined up again, and thrust in. The snap of his hips was delicious as he set a relentless pace so good you couldn’t control yourself, letting out cries of pleasure as your fingers twisted into the sweat soaked sheets beneath you.

“Yes! Yes! Fuck! Right there! Jesus fuck, right there!”

With every thrust forward, you can feel more slick leaking down your thighs, and when you breath in through your nose, you can smell yourself mixed with the musky scent of Sam and the sweat that covers him. And it’s fucking heavenly.

“Fuck, you feel as good as you smell.” Sam groans against your back. His head is hanging down, eyes on your ass as his hips slap against it. His hair is brushing over your skin as your body moves beneath him and it almost tickles. You can feel his sweat dripping off of him, his strong arms tense against your sides. You want to be on him, you wanna be riding him and holding onto those strong arms but you can’t even begin to get the words out right now. You can’t get any out anymore. Each snap of his hips in that one perfect spot has your mind going blank for a moment, drool beginning to leak out of your mouth because you can’t for the life of you remember to close it or swallow.

Before you know it, he's just pushing deeper, not pulling out as far anymore as he begins to swell. You find your voice enough to cry out as his knot stretches you and locks into place. Sam’s growling into your shoulder blade as his cock pulses and his balls empty into you. You milk him for everything he’s got, your body shaking with each pulse he gives, and when you can’t hold yourself up anymore you drop onto your stomach again.

Sam’s on your back, barely keeping his full weight off of you as you both lay there panting. Neither of you moves, or talks as you catch your breath and then wait. Minutes of silence tick by and then finally Sam can pull out. You wince as he catches, he’s not fully deflated yet, but it’s a delicious little stretch that you kind of hope to feel again.

“How are you feeling?”

You look over at Sam, he’s on his back next to you, watching you. “Better.” you give him a thankful smile as your eyes start to flutter closed. Your skin doesn’t feel like it’s on fire anymore, you’re still leaking slick like there’s no tomorrow, but now it’s mixed with Sam’s warm cum and you can feel it leaking down past your clit. You have half a mind to reach down and rub it in, get yourself off using the combined wetness. “So much better.” you breath out softly.

Sam chuckles. “I ain’t done with you yet.” Your eyes open again, and you look up at him. He’s licking his lips as he watches you, still with so much hunger in his eyes. “I still need to eat.”

Before you could say anything, Sam was rolling you onto your back. A girlish giggle escaped your lips as Sam spreads your thighs and settles between them. There was no hesitation on his part before he dove right in, his tongue collecting every drop of slick from your thighs to your clit, and he didn’t seem fazed in the least at the fact that his come was mixed in.

Sam devoured you. Had you writhing. Your fingers in his hair holding him right where you wanted him while your hips moved to coat his face in you and your toes curled. His name fell from your lips and he growled into your pussy, the vibrations shooting through you only making you needier for him. He pushed two fingers past your entrance, pumping them as he sucked on your clit.

“Sam!” Your thighs tightened around his head, fingers tugging on his hair as he brought you to another shaking release.

“Delicious.” Sam smiled, eyes on you as you lay there panting.

“Fantastic.” you answered in a breath and he laughed, hand wiping at his mouth before he moved up over you to bury his face in your neck. “No.”

“No?” Sam’s head came up and he gave you a confused look. “No what?”

You shoved him off of you so he fell onto his back next to you. “Not done.”

“Still feeling it, huh?” Sam smirked and you nodded as you sat up, swinging a leg over his hips to settle on him. You could feel his soft dick shift under you as Sam flexed the muscle.

“Need more, need your knot again.” you licked and nipped at the exposed skin of his chest. “I can still feel the ache, Sam. It won’t go away, it hurts so bad.” you whined, hips rolling against him and his cock throbbed once more.

Cupping your face, the tips of his fingers in your hair, he brought you up into a kiss. “Anything you need.”  

You nodded at him, lifting your hips and Sam took the hint. Reaching between the two of you, Sam stroked himself, breathing in your scent and enjoying the feel of your lips, tongue and teeth on his skin. As soon as he was hard enough, he lined up and you both groaned as you lowered yourself down his full length. “Anything?”

“Anything.”

You lifted your hips, then rolled them back down again. “Fuck me until I can’t walk anymore.” His hands moved up your thighs, enjoying the feel of the skin under his fingers before his hands settled on your hips and he began to help move you, his own hips coming up to meet yours, both of you moving faster. “Harder.”

You had passed out in a post orgasmic blissed out haze, and Sam decided he’d take the opportunity to head out for some quick food.  It had been nothing but sex and naps for the last 14 hours, and he knew you had to be getting hungry. Hell, he needed food just to keep going. But first, he needed to shower. He couldn’t head out smelling like an omega in heat, that would be nothing but trouble.

Sam was scrubbing at his skin, trying to get as much of the scent off as he could when it hit him. Your scent, and it was strong. He turned just as the shower curtain yanked open. He watched as your eyes ran over his body, down to his feet and when your eyes made their way back up, he couldn’t help but flex his pecs.

“What are you doing?” you asked, your eyes slowly meeting his.

“Thought I could sneak out and grab you some food. Wasn’t expecting you to wake up against so soon.”

“Couldn’t smell you.” you mumbled, stepping into the shower with him, not caring that you were currently wearing Sam’s shirt that you had scooped up off your floor. “Rolled over and you were gone.” your hand moved up his chest.

“Didn’t go far.”

“Don’t go.”

“You need to eat.” he pointed out.

“Can eat after.” Your fingers reached his neck and you pulled him in for a kiss, your mouth instantly open for him, hungry for him again. Sam chuckled into it.

“You’re insatiable.”

“Mhm.” you hummed with the tiniest of nods, pushing your body closer to his. His arm wrapped around the small of your back, holding you tight and you felt his length begin to stir against your stomach. “And I’m not the only one.” you teased against his lips.

The left side of Sam’s lips quirked up into a smile as he let out a small huff of breath. “Give me a sec.” He watched the surprise on your face as he pulled back, hand reaching out for a towel. “I’ll be back.” he chuckled, stepping out of the shower just long enough to dry off and get his phone from the bedroom.

“Sam?” The ache was starting to come back, the need for him, there was no way he couldn’t smell it, there was no way he didn’t feel a need himself, to come back in here and fuck you, claim you.

“Hey, Dean.”  Dean? He was calling Dean at a time like this? You watched with disbelief as he came back into the bathroom, phone to his ear with one hand, and tossed aside the towel with the other. He stood there naked, cock standing at attention as his eyes met yours. “Need a favor.”  Sam smirked at you. “Was about to head out and get some food, don’t think I’ll be getting out any time soon.” Sam gave a nod, which you assumed meant Dean responded, but without saying anything else, Sam hung up and put his phone down on the counter next to the sink.

“Sam..”

“We got about thirty minutes, give or take.”

“All I need.” you reached for him, and he was more than happy to step back into the shower, pinning you between the tiled wall and his body.

“Need a favor.” Dean could hear a shower going in the background of the call. “Was about to head out and get some food, don’t think I’ll be getting out any time soon.”

Dean let his head fall back. “Yeah, just uh.. I can head out in about ten minutes.” Sam didn’t answer, just hung up so Dean let his phone fall from his hand to land on the bed next to his thigh.

Motel walls were notoriously thin, that’s something Dean has known his whole life. You can hear through them, sometimes even smell through them if the smell is strong enough. And right now, he can smell you. You’re on the other side of that thin wall in heat and he can smell you through it. He’s been hearing you and Sam go at it like rabbits while he can smell you, and now, because of that phone call, he knows you're in the shower. He can almost picture it, picture you naked as water runs down your body.

His grip tightens on his cock as he strokes it and lets the images he can see behind his eyes get him to where he wants to go.

If he listens carefully, really carefully, he can hear you. His head turns, his ear directed a little more towards the bathroom door next to his bed, and he can hear you getting fucked against the wall on the other side. Apparently you’re loud in the sac, and damn if he doesn’t love it.

His head falls back as his strokes pick up speed, he needs to head out and get you food. He needs to get himself out of this damn room or this is how he’ll spend the rest of the damn week, cock in hand and desperate to get in that room. “Fuck!” it comes out through clenched teeth as he convulses, spurts of come shoot up and over his hand. A few more strokes to encourage the rest to leak out over his knuckles, and then he lets his body go slack, breath coming in heavy as he calms himself.

It’s early morning again when you rouse from sleep. You can see the rising sun just starting to shine on the wall through the crack in the curtain that’s behind you. A soft whine falls from your lips at the feel of Sam’s length sliding lazily deeper into you, his nose his against the back of your neck. “What time is it?” your voice is hoarse from sleep still.

“Early.” he answers, his agonizingly slow push and pull never stopping. “Not 6 yet.”

“Shouldn’t you be on your run? I’m feeling a little better, you could go-”

“Marathon sex with you is all the cardio I need.” he chuckled. Then he groaned as he breathed you in, trying to push himself even deeper. His hand was on your waist, your thighs together since you had slept on your side with him spooned up against your back.

You chuckled softly back until a snap of his hips cut it off and made you gasp. That's when you noticed something new in the air. You could taste it. Sniffing at the air, you could smell it. Your head snapped around, your upper body twisting so you could see him better. “You’re going into rut.”

“I am.” he nosed at you, fingers digging into your waist a little tighter. He didn’t want to let you go but he knew he had to ask. “You mind if I stay? Use the last of your heat to help me through?” his eyes were on yours, almost pleading with you not to make him leave.

“You can stay.” it was a soft whisper, and Sam brought his lips to yours in a feather light kiss. You found yourself whining again.

“We need to talk, before this goes any further.” his words mumbled against your lips.

“About?”

“Once this is in full swing, I’m gonna have a hard time controlling myself.” His lips brushed yours once again before he moved along the corner of your mouth to your jaw and towards your neck. “If you don’t want me to claim you, you need to tell me now.”

“I-” Sam's lips ghosted along your neck. “I-” You couldn’t speak, couldn’t think, Sam had you on fire all over again.

“Need to know now, I’m fighting it as it is and it’s only going to get harder.”

You whined when his lips reached where he’d mark you, his teeth scraping against the skin waiting for you to say yes, begging for permission to mark and claim you as his. “N-no.” Sam stopped what he was doing and looked up at you. “Not yet.”

“Not yet?”

“I want you fucking me senseless when you claim me. Want you in full rut and unable to control yourself. I want my Alpha.”

Sam groaned, arm wrapped around your waist and pulled you impossibly tighter against him. “Oh, you’re gonna get your Alpha alright, Omega.” he growled.

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Witcher of the Night (Chapter 16)

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CHAPTER 15.1

WITCHER OF THE NIGHT MASTERLIST

Characters: Geralt of Rivia x small!Naive!Reader

Summary: A horny and insecure witcher decided to talk what his mind has been keeping; making you see how much of a man he was that was worth to choose and be chosen. 

Warnings: NSFW 18+. (Yep. Again. Love it while it lasts, bb’s. Hehehe.) Some witcher in a rut. Finger sucking. Cream pie. Smut. Size kink. (I meant Geralt’s body build. LMAO *I base this story on the show. Not the game or books.*) an irritated bard? Ahehehehe. Nakedness? Geralt being soft and honest? (*screams*)

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GERALT OF RIVIA WAS IN A RUT.

You were sure he was after being fucked into oblivion by the witcher for countless of times already; taking a lot of orgasms in just about eight hours? He was lucky that he was a mutant. However, in your side? It was unfortunate because your stamina was weaker than his.

Your poor punani has been overworked and wrecked again. Lungs seem to be incapacitated, dangerously reaching the critical level for accepting Geralt's wishes; another round of ceaseless bliss in which you certainly didn't defy. Pants and wheezes were muddled against the mattress as you shoved your face on it, vigorously being burrowed from behind.

Here you thought; feeling mighty and confident that you could take and last for how long his enhanced self would.

Technically, you were wrong. Utterly wrong.

Was it round twenty-five already? Thirty? You may never know because every time Geralt finishes, his girth somehow magically becomes stone hard again like he never spilled himself inside you. If only he wasn't sterile, you were probably about to get pregnant with little witchers somehow based on how he always milks you in; like you were his pet, letting you take it good.

The white wolf's libido was overly developed as well. As you were told by the man, himself. He could go on for hours, days and even weeks, nailing you repeatedly until you have no energy to comprehend what was happening, and you were sure that his enhancement with the desires he had was a perk and also a disadvantage for your weak self who had her virginity taken just days ago.

Your sexual experiences are being expanded and learned by Geralt, not knowing before that you had a size kink of being choked in his own weight above yours, baptizing every nook and space in their home like animals in heat and being treated like you were such a fragile little thing before being corrupted; tainting your once chastised soul.

The witcher was a person who had given you a different outlook in life. Bringing you to a wonderland in the midst of being railed repeatedly; consistent with his rigorous, shameless pounding from the back. Brusque. Sharp. Perfect for the angle that hits the perfect spot, polishing your hole that has sent you ripples and waves of glory.

Geralt's moans were withdrawn, holding back those sounds of pleasure from ponderously watching his girth push and slither inside your heat. His mouth tightly shut and thick eyebrows scrunched in rapture. Aureate eyes intensely concentrated on his hard cock slowly drilling back, keeping his bulbous head in before slowly drawling back like he like watching you be filled with his girth; admiring how you were stretched around his hardened cock.

He'd felt your body intensely tremble beneath his.

Your knees were quivering with every plunge. Warm drizzles of your cunt leaking with a mixture of his fluid and yours together; like art combined with a color that creates a new one. The room smelled like sex and sweat with a scent of fresh grass because of how the windows were wide opened.

Nobody would see you both in such a debauched position, right? you've thought that when Geralt has lowered you down against the mattress, his weight crushing and pinning you down, quickly getting to his job; sticking his girth inside of you like he never would get tired of doing so after basically baptizing the hallway through the second floor.

Elbows began to feel sore. A desperate whine began to gurgle from your dry throat. Hand tightly grabbing onto one of his that laid on the curvatures of your hips, dragging you back to his swollen girth with every shove; filling you over and over like how you deserved because you've been a good girl. Every time he did, Geralt never misses the spot that could bring you into another restless, writhing orgasm.

The filthy sound of skin slapping on skin came with icherous slimy caresses of your nectar coating each other's carnal greed. Noise came with his bedpost hitting the wall like a maddened gorilla raging out of its cage, when all of a sudden; you've heard Kolby's strange bark that seem to come from the first floor, alarming you both that his family has already came back. Yet, here you were, splayed below the witcher and still getting driven to his extremes.

Geralt pulled his hand away from the bed post, leaving a print and a crack of his hand against the wood. His fingers slid through your dangling breasts, palms groping your teat as he began to knead onto it like a cat trying to suckle from his mother; claws out as he tweaked your sensitive nipple in one breast to the other. Simultaneously changing hands as he continued to reach you both to the edge of Nirvana.

Then, you've heard laughter and complaining downstairs.

"Geralt," you started with a mewl, your body being rocked from behind, the sheets thoroughly disheveled from your tiring day activities. His hand that fondled your teat trailed up your body; while the other glided down for what throbbing nub that was needed attention for another release.

His palm gently met your mouth when you've began to moan from his fingers touching your clit, rubbing and circling it the right, pleasuring way while he went on with his ceaseless ramming.

"Hnnng," you whimpered, voice muffled from his large, calloused hand that covered your mouth; hushing you from any noise that could echo out of the room.

The way he was manhandling you does it. From the moment he tried shushing you up, your heat began to clench around him. Your body squirming and thrashing under his skin. Weakened from the sudden action as it made you tremble; feeling the coil beginning to snap with just a few more jabs.

More thuds and unfathomable complaints echoed outside the room. With Jaskier finally knowing what caused the commotion that he somehow managed to be in. Geralt didn't seem to be bothered about the fact that their table has been wrecked; though, the bard might say otherwise.

His plowing slackened when you’ve felt him breath heavily from behind, 

"Shhhh. Quiet down, midget." he clasped his palms tighter on your mewling mouth; hearing his breathless grunts above you was making you squirm in his hold. It didn't take you another lewd moan when Geralt's thick index and middle finger skid in between the pillows of your lips, an act of pacifying your noise down which has gotten an elicit of your juices flowing down your thighs, soaking you more than ever. But, you never did deliberate to suck on those fingers like how your mind has told you.

The smutty action was enough for him to briefly glance down at you, engrossed and captivated by a never expected bustles from his naive, greenhorn of a woman. 

Another weakened moan was muffled beneath the palm that clasped your mouth. Your fingers trying to wrench his own away from slightly pinching on your sensitive clit, dragging you to where you wanted.

Neverland. Nirvana. Heaven. Where ever you could experience bliss.

Or basically Geralt's bed because you were currently being brought to the edge of the rainbows.

He was persistent and continued rubbing on your nub, his thick, long fingers thoroughly drenched from your arousal. 

"Ugh---Hmm. fuck." the white haired witcher deeply grunted and moaned, his jutting hips bottoming out as he continued his desperate, urgent drives. Thrusts turning reckless. Panting breaths like dogs in heat; embracing every bit of his urgency to reach the floating clouds.

Your real name has slipped out of his tongue, sounding so lewd which has taken you over the edge. Knees began to shake as the high took over. Muscles clenching and also your cunt tightly choking his girth to spill his seed, urging him to thoroughly coat your insides. Another loud breathless grunt left his ajar lips; the sweat dripping down his temples as it also drenched his chest from all the activities. His heartbeat was running miles after miles, chasing to catch yours.

"G-Geralt, Geralt, Geralt!" you've salaciously cried out with every sloppy thrusts in the midst of having a muscle spasm; choking in the blast of euphoria when he'd took his hand off your mouth, grabbing onto yours which has been holding onto the headboards for dear life. Hence, as the witcher pulled your hand away; he'd done the unexpected.

Geralt of Rivia has sweetly peppered the back of your hands with honeyed kisses to soothe your convulsion; treating you like he wasn't fucking you to oblivion nor corrupting you from behind.

You've heard his breath hitch. The way he'd dropped his large hand on the mattress over your small ones, gripping onto it hard; you knew he came. He'd panted heavily above you, the new position being surrounded by his gigantic warmth. Your juices soaking your inner thighs as his load shot inside you. All warm and cozy; giving you a fuzzy feeling inside your chest that you couldn't explain.

He never pulled out until he was finished. You were so full of him, his seed dripping out of your cunt when his semi-flaccid cock dragged out of your overused pussy, telling him how he’d filled you more than he planned to. Your knees eventually buckled and lost its will to be useful for you; your face down on the pillow, running short of breath as you planted over the tousled sheets.

Geralt laid on the bed beside you, his large body built turned to you with an arm tucked below his head. Basking in all his glory and sweat with amber eyes solely worried for your weary form. You sounded like you were wheezing as he hovered over to pull the blankets over your waist, shielding you over the cold, crisp wind of the afternoon dew. Your whole body coated in the satiny sliver of your sweat combined with his and the witcher couldn't help but take in the view that he longed to be habituated once again before you came along.

Did he...actually break you while being drilled? he silently thought at the back of his tousled, half tied chalky white hair.

"Midget?" He softly muttered, using an elbow to peer down before you. Aureate eyes lingering a little bit longer. His fingers extending to graze along the line of sweat that covered your spine before reconsidering, hands ought to brush your disheveled hair away from your face, taking his time as he glided his fingers down through the side of your face.

He doted on the spent image of your sprawled body in the middle of his bed. Your heart turning more warmer than it ever could when you've felt him watching you over, the blankets glazing atop of your skin as you've closed your eyes, trying to steady back your breathing.

"I'm...fine. Just...spent. Let me...breathe," you breathlessly whispered.

"Hmm."

His faint, vibrating hum slowly calmed the fluttering butterflies flapping their wings inside your stomach. He earnestly cast his eyes over you. The thick pad of his fingers tracing along the hairs of your arm; giving you a shiver, padding down till the tips of yours before strikingly filling in the gaps of your fingers with his. Such a simple action making your heart feel snug with a hint of palpitation from the sudden, unusual gesture from the white wolf.

Well, he was certainly learning.

You've taken a peek from under the flat fuzz of your pillows; seeing amiable, tired, tender eyes. Rough, large palms delicately scraping through your soft ones, entwined amongst the unkempt silk of sheets from the result of your passionate tupping.

With your eyes still shut, a jaded admission was sent to the latter; assuming things from your negative state of mind. This always happens in the movies, right? the small voice in the back of your mind stated. After all the blissful moments, complication and problems tries to hinder over the blithe that wanted you to believe that this was a much of a miracle to happen.

It was subtly telling you that your presence in their world had a time limit because you didn't belong to their world in the first place. Salt came pinching down your heart at the sudden realization of that; getting a gist of feeling by choosing to live in their world forever, there were instances that would get you coming back from your dimension. Every felicitious moment feeling like it was all temporary and a fleeting scene in your mind.

The idea struck like a lightning. You didn't belong to their world; nor do you fit in.

Such a change of heart that you wanted to scurry home since the first day you've arrived; thinking that everything was just a dream or a nightmare that couldn't wake you up. But, in this exact moment; you felt like not wanting to go home.

"Why do I feel like you wouldn't come back after your hunt?" you weakly muttered; brushing off the infectious thought that could bring the felicity down; pulling yourself closer to him. You've tossed the bad shadows trying to lure you in as you've focused on the golden light that Geralt could let you see through. His warm breath fanned your face as you heavily sighed out the worry crippling out of your chest.

"You're overthinking." he deeply rasped, hearing him breath steady; sounding like his declaration had a double meaning. His thumbs brushed over your knuckles as he continued to reassure your troubled self, "---I never leave nor would I plan to. My family is my home,"

Geralt collected his thoughts, breaking through the spell you've always had to cast him in. Only your exquisite scent being the fire to thaw his walls down. It took him seconds before bluntly saying his next words, making you flutter your eyes open to see him softly smiling back at you. His tone warm, comforting and nesh for your sensitive, soft heart soul.

"---you are also my home. I'll always come back to you---always will find you,"

Those words that he stunningly said made your heart skip a beat. The cicatrix glowing beneath the sheets without you knowing, ecstatic of what has come out from his lips as a burst of bliss spread right through your chest.

You've felt the adrenaline rush from his sudden admission and change of aura; abruptly making you nail your elbows on the table, repeatedly blinking back at the witcher when you've felt the balmy cloud of warmth spread around your eyes; close enough for you to cry and you languidly leaned down to his very peaceful face to softly give him a kiss on the lips in which he gladly reciprocated.

No. This wasn't sweet nothings where he tries to win over your heart. His words was a declaration of breaking those walls down for you. It was a key for you to come hopping in, an invitation of seeing the real him; his vulnerable side that nobody ever sees.

Hence, this was the first time you've had someone showing you what it felt to be important, needed and cared for. A person with real intentions. Sensations which you never knew it existed or believed that you would ever get to experience such.

Nevertheless, it took you a trip to another dimension just to have it.

Your mouth left his with a euphonious twang. There was no rush to the kiss or any type of greed. Just a succulent sharing of what you wanted him to feel from your quiet response of what he said. It needed no words of approval or even a shedding of your tears; erasing the worries away if you started bawling your eyes out from his secrets that he whispered. His thick brows furrowed in a questionable expression, intently eyeing your dewy peepers staring back at him. Utterly fond. The witcher feeling as if there was profound affection deep within your eyes as you tried to shield them over with that twinkling gaze of yours.

He knew what he was seeing or feeling from you. But, he chose to ignore as of the moment.

"Jaskier's fond of you," he abruptly admitted, downright apathetic; his gravel tone expressing a mixture of interest and a little bit of doubt, not for you but for himself.

That simple display of what you've visibly felt made your heart soften a lot more than it ever could. Finding it hard to believe that this person slash mutant in front of you also had his own issues, sounding diffident with just conferring about this surprising fact he noticed from his friend who seemed to be catching feelings for you that certainly was quite difficult to believe.

You were biting the tips of your tongue from saying anything further more, pulling back from driving too fast that maybe Geralt was falling behind.

"Jaskier? Your Jaskier? The bard who always tries to ruin my day? you’re hallucinating, Geralt." you wanted to snort from his accusation.

Geralt has given you a dirty look, appearing to look like he has issues with you that he didn't want to expand as he kept his silence and continued to send a grimace. Was he hallucinating? Were he hallucinating when he'd read those words upon your lips hours ago? Was your endearment just a slip of your tongue? A simple caught up in the heat of the moment?

Was he also just hallucinating when you’ve called him ‘love’?

"Am I, really?" the witcher stated flat, sending a displeased hum as he subtly played with the softness of your fingers clutched to his bigger ones.

Your eyes turned wide from his deadpan, "What did I do? That banter sounded sarcastic, kitty!"

The latter slowly blinked, dragging a sigh as his baritone timbre turned stern and also meek no matter how hard he tried to cover it up from the roughness that he wanted it to sound like, you could read between the lines and sure enough, he was self-effacing from his friend who was also fond of you.

"Do...you like the bard?" he hesitatingly trailed off. The question ending with a pause as it sounded completely unforthright. You've given him a tender beam; child like and masking with nothing but innocence, affection and understanding, "Go on. I'm listening. Tell me what's on your mind," you started, seeing his tight lipped mouth shut. Those amber eyes briefly looking away from you,

"---Come on, please? Let me understand and see through the good heart that I've always believed in,"

Geralt gave it a moment. Exactly a minute as you've accepted the tranquil silence with him. Such silence that you have never imagined to be so comforting because back in your apartment, the stillness was eerie and cold; imagining hands trying to take your soul away from surviving a life by working in another country where you had no one but you.

"You're...significant to me." his glowing amber eyes turned heartfelt, shooting warmth through your skin and chest, "---you are a lot to handle. An unorthodox in my dimension. Yet, despite that, you're the havoc I didn't know I needed,"

"You're calling me chaotic. How sweet of you," you deadpanned, snorting from his metaphors that got you successfully rolling your eyes back at him.

"Your existence brought me sheer confusion about you. But, I'd rather have that befuddlement than to not be with you,"

Destiny brought you to him. Those assumptions he'd taken into consideration was now taken into account. Thus, destiny just needed this to not fuck it up. It shouldn't because he much rather not imagine how it would happen nor how he would be able to accept such fate laid before him. 

"Jaskier's...a friend---he's important to me," he continued, feeling your other hand fall onto the side of his face; soft fingers tracing along the scar on his forehead and cheekbones with that glimmer in your eyes that make him want to give you another kiss; readable in your peepers was the acceptance he never knew he needed so badly, "---No matter how annoying he is. He's still my companion. A real...friend. I've seen how comfortable you are with him, saw how compatible you were with the bard,"

You've stopped brushing your fingers along his marks. Your free hand sluggishly propping below your chin as you've peered down. A small grin curling your lips, "When have you been a love guru? Does this version of you come up with a graphic chart that tells how many percentages do I seem to be compatible with Jaskier?"

He kept silent, staring straight into your eyes with a lukewarm expression; not understanding your references.

You've given him a faint raise of your brow, skeptically looking at him with an amused flicker of your peepers, "You've seen us that night. Explains why Jaskier was ranting about the door you've broken,"

Geralt kept his mouth tightly shut, shortly looking away before giving you a pensive response, "I've already fixed it---and you know it was not just about that,"

Pulling your closed fist under your chin, you've tilted your head to the side. Pleased by his tamed reaction as you've leaned closer to his face, adoring Geralt's sublime features that never fails to charm you everyday. His charisma totally knocking your wits out as you could finally see more of his true self.

You started, your words smoothly dancing per word; sounding utmost sincere and in wonder, "People in your world say witchers don't feel emotions," even being disregarded like they weren't humans, you silently added much more to yourself when you paused to talk, "---Well, my witcher is exactly the opposite because you're full of it even though you sound unenthusiastic all the time---comes with the mutations, I guess?"

The soft look in his eyes warmed your soul. Attentive of the stars that seem to float inside those amber pair; looking like he'd caught them for you. He stayed silent, never breaking his gaze away from you nor planning to move away from your body close to his.

"Do you want me to be with the bard?" your question caught him off guard, keenly reading through what your eyes wanted to say. The query sounding like it was just a quip.

"Will that make you happy?"

Geralt warily asked, completely earnest of what he said that made you bite the inner plump of your lips. There was a long amount of silence, contemplating what made him think that way, even considering the idea of never getting in the way when you'll choose another person than him. Was he even real?

Your smile fell a little at the question, swiftly unwrapping your hands entwined with his which ignited a tight frown from the witcher when he miscalculated the sudden gesture. But, those dreadful thoughts ceased when you've poked his muscular chest, the part where his heart loudly beat beneath the pad of your index finger.

"Will that make...YOU happy?" you slowly emphasized and returned the question, intently gazing above him. When he never answered and stayed quiet, it was the right time to say words that couldn't be kept to yourself. You've forgotten to bite your tongue from saying anything further less.

"---But, YOU make me happy, Geralt of Rivia. Isn't that enough reason to choose you?"

Keen golden eyes deeply gazed into yours, as genuine than it has ever been before; sucking you in and having no chance to escape from the resplendent color of his hues. Geralt moved beneath to help himself by using his elbow, his sudden elevation making you tilt your head back to see him deeply staring, mouth turning into a tight straight line as he rasped.

"Even if it takes for your life back in your world to be taken away from you---fuck." he abruptly stopped in the middle of his sentence, briskly taking a glimpse of the door behind you when he could hear stealthy padded footsteps hiking up the stairs. 

Jaskier.

Geralt sharply sat his back on the headboard. His silvery, unkempt half-tied hair moving as he does so, the white sheets pooling just below his torso. He looked bedraggled and utterly sweaty which made it feel so fulfilling to have him in your presence looking like that. A miraculous snack. You could never have this opportunity back in earth.

You bit your lips from keeping yourself from grinning, curiously eyeing him as you mused. He deliberately scanned your exposed back, "What? What's happening?"

The latter took no questions and quickly pulled the covers over your shoulders as you laid on your front, slightly elevated with the help of your arms tucked under. He loudly sighed, sitting back on the wooden board. Recognizable footfall thumping louder and closer before a wind up bard barged in the room without knocking or announcing his presence.

"You two!" Jaskier exclaimed, ceasing midway in the middle of the room; looking lost and piqued. His pretty face morphed into a tight frown to find you and Geralt utterly rumpled under the sheets. You tossed a look over your shoulder to see the bard straight up crashing inside like there has been no lock or whatsoever.

Geralt motioned with his hands, palms on either side to show how taken aback he was from his friend who came trudging in like he owned the place. His face hinting with displeasure. Wordlessly gesturing towards the bard with a 'What the fuck?' face.

You skeptically hushed whispers beside the witcher, timidly pulling the covers over your wild head, looking stunned as you exclaimed, "I thought you locked the room? I told you to lock it!---What if it was Cirilla?!---Don't you know what a lock is, Geralt?!"

Despite of your panicking and embarrassed state, he was entirely the opposite as he sounded lackadaisical, going on by glaring at the bard who has his face scrunched in utmost displeasure, "I didn't expect them to arrive home this early." the witcher rolled his eyes from his galled self and sent a scowl towards the bard.

Jaskier raised his brow in disbelief, "Early? We've been gone for 8 hours, Geralt!"

"Well, I thought you'll be gone for at least a day and not barge in our room after we had a 'moment', Bard. A knock would’ve suffice."

Another set of padded footsteps, this time it sounded like this person was merrily hopping through the hallway. Until a ball of Ashen hair peeked through the opened doorway with a short Hirikka standing in the middle of the threshold.

"I'm here---woah!" Cirilla seemed to be knocked out of her boots when she saw you emerging from under the covers, bashfully covering your chest with the sheets, looking mortified by everyone seeing you in that kind of state. You were glaring at the witcher who tossed your off the side for a while as he dealt with his scandalous and crazy family.

"---I knew it!" the princess of Cintra loudly clapped and jumped on her feet. Her excitement immediately dying down when she noticed that you both weren't actually clothed beneath the white blankets. She firmly crossed her arms, her nose scrunching in disgust, "---Also, gross! Please do lock the doors next time!"

She whistled at the flabbergasted Hirikka who was sniffing the whole room in bewilderment; stout stopping before the bard as he sniffed him loudly enough for Jaskier to wave his face off away from his face. Cirilla whistled another, catching the beast's attention and making Geralt wince due to his heightened hearing, "Kolby, let's go! I'm giving you a nice warm bath!" before she shut the door closed behind them when he'd run off towards the princess.

Geralt and Jasker were giving each other stern glares; seeming to be in a challenge where one shouldn't back down despite of how mean it appeared to be like.

Jaskier was the first to talk, beginning his interrogation, "Who ruined the dining table?"

You swallowed the butterflies wanting to fly out of your throat, lifting a shaky finger to point at the witcher who was still as he sat on his side of the bed, "I’m definitely not the person who has superpowers here---It's him," but, Geralt seemed to answer in the same time with you.

"No one."

Jaskier didn't seem to want and take everyone's bullshit as he crossed his arms in front of you both. Geralt's clothes on one hand and yours in the other that made a blush go straight up your whole face, burning the dignity that was left. You wanted to yell from how irresponsible you were for leaving your clothes all around the house when you promised yourself that it'll be fixed after your activity.

You didn't expect Geralt to take eight hours---or you did?----and actually forgot what was needed to remember.

"Oh, no one, Geralt? I suppose this shirt is also owned by no one, considering how unclad you are right now? Hmm. Would this tunic come from the Hirikka then?" the toubadour raised his hand where Geralt's black under tunic has been balled up.

Jaskier dramatically puffed out a sigh, sounding like it was the end of the world for what has welcomed them when they came back from their weekly visit for Cuthbert. He held forth about your sudden shenanigans around the house like a father delivering a tirade.

"We leave for eight hours and this is what you both welcomed us in," pause. "---A broken bloody table where we dine!" Another pause as he threw Geralt's clothes at his face in which he caught it perfectly, "---your clothes everywhere in the house like snakes who shed their skins anywhere they go!"

Lastly, his foot fidgeted on the wooden floors, tapping in anxiety as he remembered that tiny scratch he had seen on his beloved musical instrument, entirely galled from the wound it received like it was his baby.

"---and also my lute---my beloved lute falling on the floors! You've hurt her!"

"We didn't touch your lute," Geralt's response was tepid, lazily blinking back at the enraged bard who stood in the middle of the room.

Jaskier's raised his hands to his hips, raising a finger and opening his mouth, expression wild and ready to send another harangue before back paddling inside his train of thoughts.

He briefly shut his mouth, tilting his head to the side as he wondered out loud, "Oh, maybe the air pushed it to fall. I remembered how I left the windows opened too. However---!"

Geralt cut his verbal onslaught, his gaze narrowing at Jaskier who also didn't back down at sending a nasty lour at the entertained witcher.

"I'll fix whatever is needed to fix, bard. Stop your whining," you've felt the bed squeak and bounce. Geralt slipped his legs out of the sheets, feet plopping down the floors as he heavily sighed. It needed power; manpower for Jaskier to leave the room and Geralt knew he wouldn't leave until he pushes him out of the threshold.

The witcher stood tall and firm, completely au naturel from head to foot like how he have been when he was a baby, stark naked without being moved by the idea that Jaskier was in the same room as you. His bare ass never shaking him off and so does the bard.

"Leave. Out of my chambers, Jaskier."

Geralt sauntered to where he is. Your eyebrows raising in amusement as you've marveled over the witcher in the nude. His beautiful, rugged bare back on show with that A+ rating of his derriere in which you freely tried to memorize inside your head.

Though, you couldn't help but take a glimpse of Jaskier who seemed unfazed by this whole nakedness he was seeing; like he was familiar of the whole thing and the white wolf's dangly bits hanging and it has peaked your curiosity.

Do they bathe together then?

The bard has seen your amused smile with a skeptical brow raised to what you were witnessing. Thus, he peeked around Geralt to acknowledge your curiosity; pointing at you with a roguish grin, "That face tells that you have been swimming deep inside the vast depths of the sea, wondering why I am not bothered by the witcher's nudity---"

"Jaskier," Geralt sent a tired warning and held his slim shoulders, forcefully turning him around as he pushed him forward, towards the door.

"---It's because I have rubbed chamomile onto his lovely bottom before! It was true! I never lied! It was a part of the rules in becoming the rightful travel companion until you came along and began rubbing it for himself! Though, I doubt you did it to join our adventures!---"

You couldn't help but stifle your tee-hee from his admission. Finding their friendship amazing to the point that he does it for Geralt; receiving nothing but his altruism and adventures that the witcher has shared together with him.

Geralt loudly closed the door behind Jaskier; his mouth running on and on about how such a change of habits it has been when you came in their life. He'd knock a lot of times, calling out for the both of you and trying to want and barge in your moment but your white wolf finally knew what a lock is and slid the wooden block over the hook to lock his chambers.

"He seriously rubs chamomile on your butt?"

The skyclad man turned on his heel, raising a skeptical brow as you tried to focus hard on his face and not his body that stood before you.

"I guess that silence means yes, then. Oof, such bromance! Don't you think I'm the one who's actually becoming a hindrance between your platonic relationship with your bard?"

"Ridiculous." He took several steps closer, making you turn your head from becoming too flustered over his glorious, scarred body that he certainly isn't afraid or diffident about his imperfections anymore after you've treated them like it was a part of him that you will always accept. Geralt sat on your side, reaching over the bedside table to look beneath the drawers.

The latter placed a small, transparent bottle on your hand. A clear yellowish tone of liquid inside as you stared at it, thoroughly intrigued, "What's this? Is it another one of your witcher potions?"

Geralt hummed in negation, lifting his calloused hand to take your chin in between his fingers, turning your head to look at his ardent, shining amber, "Eucalyptus Oil. Took it from Cirilla's chambers. For you---For later. Perhaps, our recent activities had you feeling utterly spent,"

You've blinked, taken aback from his plans for whatever it is he wanted. Though, it didn't take you to put two on two together to know where his plans would take you, "Why are you---Oh. I know. I definitely know what you want." pause. "---you are insatiable, Geralt."

Geralt gently nudged your chin, tilting it up to his advantage as he leaned down to press a soft buss to your lips. Once again, he'd took your breath away by how tender he was handling you. The mere opposite of what people see and expected from because they never had the chance to walk through him; they didn’t have the courage to know who he really was.

His thumb that rested upon your chin were easily replaced with his lips, kissing you on the spot before gliding the dimples of his nose to yours, subtly giving you an Eskimo kiss.

"My overly developed lechery certainly comes from the mutation,"

Geralt's mouth lifted into a small, unusual beam, fluttering his eyes closed as he concentrated on you and that specific comfort he found. Questions came hitting him like stones, breaking the mirthful bubble that he was brought in.

He didn't want you to go home anymore because he'd found home in you.

But, what if fate had move mountains and threw his happiness away again? Leaving him no choice but to watch you go?

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[dabis-girl]

Absolute Greed | Dabi x Reader | Smut 18+

A/N: So Tumblr was just like fuck my little post and mysteriously ate the whole damn thing. So hopefully this does what I want it to. Also, this one kinda got away from me.  

Warnings: punishment, rough sex, overstimulation, degradation, spanking, toys( spoiler alert: that didn’t work out too well), the mans is upset.

Word count: 1.9k

It was late and you couldn’t sleep, the throbbing coming from between your legs was growing by the second.  The downside of dating a notorious villain is that when he was away on ‘business’ for weeks at a time. Your hand snuck down between you legs, in an effort to soothe the aching.  He would be upset if he caught you like this, using your greedy little fingers to pleasure yourself without permission.  But, your need was so strong that before you could even think your fingers quickly found your bud and rubbing furiously. It wasn’t long before you sunk two fingers inside of your sopping hole. Obscenities began falling from your mouth as you were swept up in your arousal and all you could think about was your man, it had been three weeks since you’d last seen your villainous lover and there was nothing you needed more than to feel his skin on yours. 

  “ Fuck Dabi, please.” You moaned as your orgasm quickly approached. Your lewd noises filled the room and just as you were about to send yourself over the edge you heard the door shut.

“Tsk tsk tsk.” The sound of his voice startled you even more than the sound of the door. You were in trouble.  Your hand seized between you and your legs clamped shut around it. “Don’t be shy now princess.“ You were too embarrassed to look but you could hear it in his voice, the cocky tone, he was probably smirking down at you right now. “ I hope you enjoyed yourself here because you know what comes next.” He said stripping off his coat and throwing it on the bed.

You had taken the risk knowing that he could come back at any moment, maybe you wanted to get caught. You withdrew your hand from between your legs and moved to the edge of the bed next to your lover. He sat on the bed, with his elbows resting on his knees. This was your chance to save yourself.

“Well Dabi what was I supposed to do?” You whined. “ You’ve been gone for weeks.” Your whining continued. At this point, you were clinging on to Dabis arm, in urgent need of his touch. 

“Princess you know that pretty little pout isn’t going to work on me.” He said reaching out to run his thumb over your bottom lip as it protruded due to your facial expression. Dabi shifted his weight back, his elbows leaving knees so that his lap was exposed. He patted his lap and you knew what that meant, and you laid over his lap in the proper position. Dabi sighed, “This isn’t how I wanted to spend my first night back with you pretty girl.” 

His rough calloused hand massaged the bare skin of your ass. You could feel yourself grow even wetter at his touch as if it were even possible. Your stomach knotted nervously at the anticipation and your hips instinctively pressed back into is touch. Annoyance was painted across his face, you knew better and he taught you better. 

“Keep still.” His disdain for your actions showed in his tone as his hand took a firm grip on your throat. “It looks like you’ve forgotten your home training. You touch yourself without permission, you don’t want to be still, that means I’ve been away too long huh princess?” The hand that once caressed your ass was now cupping your drooling sex as his thumb applied circular pressure to your clit through your already soaked panties. He stopped abruptly causing you to whimper. “Count.” Half a second later he landed a hard slap on his your ass and the sound filled the room.

“One.” You whimpered.  He landed another loud blow, it took more control than you knew that you had to not jump. “Two.” You said, sniffling.

He continued his assault on your ass until he reached fifteen. By the end of it tears had run down your face, he didn’t hold back at all. It didn’t occur to you how angry he actually was before now. Then, he commanded you to lie on your back. Following his instructions, you move on to your back with your head resting on the pillows. Dabi crawled between your legs, snaking his hands towards the back of knees and pressed them into your chest and lowered his face to your waiting slick. One of his hands traveled down to pinch and tweak your clit between his textured fingers. The look on his face as he glared between your legs was nerve-wracking. You breathed heavily as he continued his examination.

“Is this the first time you’ve touched yourself without permission.” His gaze met yours. 

If you answered his question truthfully and admitted that you may have indulged yourself a few times while he was away, who knows how he would react. Could you get away with lying? Or would that make things worse? Maybe he would take it easy on you for telling the truth. Your mind desperately searched for the right answer to the question. Before you could decide how to answer a Dabi landed a painful slap that left your sensitive bud tingling.

“You have been touching yourself while I was away huh, little slut?” He gritted his teeth and slid out of the bed. “ I got you a gift.” He said reaching over to get something out of his bag. “Actually I have a few things for you, and I guess now is the perfect time to beak them in.” A devilish smirk crept across his face as he pulled out a sleek pink vibrator, a ball gag, and a black leather crop. “You’re going to love your new toys.” 

He stalked over to you and harshly stuffed the gag into your mouth, buckling it behind your head. Without a moment's notice he ripped off the white cotton cami that covered and your matching soiled white panties, leaving you completely naked. Using the tattered material he bound your hands together after instructing you to flip over. He relished at the sight you gagged and hands tied awaiting your punishment. 

“Now comes the fun part.” He said flipping you on your back again. “ For me at least. Now, you’ve really pissed me off tonight, you don’t come without permission and you don’t touch your self without permission. Do I make myself clear?”  You nodded quietly as he was positioning you so that your legs were spread and you were fully exposed to him. “But I guess since you needed your release so bad then I’ll give it to you. There is one more thing though.” The very last thing he pulled out of his bag was a blindfold, it was pink and had the word princess embroidered across. 

Blind and bound you laid on the bed, at first it was silent. Then, the faint buzz of the vibrator, grew louder until the buzzing was the only thing you could hear. The sound came closer before you felt the smooth plastic on your throbbing clit, it was so sudden that you jumped instinctively. The vibrator was on its highest setting it was only seconds before you orgasm came crashing one you, but it didn’t stop. He held this vibrator on you as you thrashed violently, bucking your hips with no control. 

“Uh Uh princess this is what you wanted, isn’t it? My greedy little girl, why are you running?” The sadism oozed off his tongue as he watched you squirm pushing yourself up the bed to get away from him. Another violent orgasm tore through you and your insides clamped down hard around the emptiness. The muffled moans chocked you as you sputtered around the gag and your eyes welled up with tears that soaked through your blindfold. “Aww look you’ve soiled your new gift.” Dabi chucked.  

At last he pulled the vibrator away, giving you a chance to catch your breath before he replaced the vibrator on your clit, this time he plunged your fingers into you. His actions caused your back to arch prompting you to let out the most animalistic howl he’d ever heard. The sound surprised both of you. You whimpered as he pulled his fingers out of you, the buzzing stopped and the room was eerily quiet. You felt him shift off the bed then the loud shatter of the mirror. Without any warning Dabi grasped your ankles, pulling you so that that your lower half was off the bed, then he plunged into you not giving you any time to get used to him. He needed you, he needed you to make that sound. The one you made with the vibrator.      

  Dabi thrust into you powerfully, his fingers gripped your hips so tightly that you could fell your skin bruising beneath his touch. He undid the ball gag and it fell from your mouth. The obscenities coming out over your mouth were just sinful. 

“ That’s all you’ve got?” He spoke through gritted teeth. “First you play with yourself, then you cry like a slut when I use a vibrator on you. What? Am I not enough for you?” His voice was desperate. He laced his fingers through your hair and pulled it bearishly causing you to yelp. “That’s it.” He continued to pull. “I am the only one that gets to make you feel like this. Got it?” 

Pulling you back into him by your hair he wrapped his forearm around your throat as he continued rutting into you. Like instinct your hips pushed back against him, angling yourself so that with every thrust he hit that spongy spot in your core. 

“ Ah! Ah!” Your exasperated moans and the gripping of your cunt were telltale signs that your yet another orgasm was quickly approaching. Being blindfolded made it so that your senses tuned into the feeling of his stretching you and his lewd moans filling your ears.

“Don’t you dare.” He grunted into your ear. “Don’t you fucking dare. Haven’t you had enough you selfish little whore?” His raspy voice caused an eruption of goosebumps to break out over your skin. “Keep squeezing me, just like that princess. Milk me with your impatient little cunt then you can have yours.” 

As his release approached his thrusts became even more vicious making it nearly impossible for you to hold back your impending orgasm. Dabi threw all of his weight into his next thrust, releasing his grip on your neck and sending you both flying forward. He lied flat on top of you still bucking his hips into you as you howled like a bitch in heat. He stilled at last as his own wave of pleasure washed over him as he painted your inner walls white, allowing for your final release. You clamped down on him hard as your eyes rolled back into your head and your body went limp. 

When you came to you were in the bathtub, no blindfold unbound with Dabi sitting over you, pouring the warm soapy water over your naked body. He used a towel to wash you. When he noticed that you were awake the corners of his mouth pulled into a soft smile and he leaned down to place a pillow-soft kiss on your forehead. 

“Look who’s awake.” His eyes still had that bashful glimmer in them. “You did so well tonight princess.” He ran his fingers threw your hair a few times before he finished cleaning you up. When you stepped out of the tub he wrapped you up in a towel and carried you to the bedroom carefully stepping around the shards of glass that littered the floor. He dressed you in one of his t-shirts. You lied down in the bed and Dabi sat next to you massaging your wrists until you fell asleep before him.  He swept up remains of the shattered mirror before going to clean himself up and crawling into bed next to you. 

[nocturne-overtures]

Kinktober Day 13

Pairing: Dreamcatcher OT7 x Male OCs (Not...really tho, they’re just there for the plot, since the girls are succubi), OT7 x OT7

WC:1.1k

Prompt: Breeding + Squirting

Genre: Smut

Tags: Succubus! DC, Breeding, Squiriting, Group Sex, Humiliation, Degredation, Gentle & Hard Femdomming, Cum Eating, Oral (Male and Female Recieving), Stomach Bulge, Scissoring

A/N:  The full M.List for Kinktober is here, and I’ll be posting and adding links to that post as I go. The prompts span several fandoms, so feel free to check the list to see if you’re interested in any of the future days

Day 12                          Day 14

AO3

“Come now, you can’t get tired, love, catch your breath and get up again. We’ll never be full if you can’t take a few useless cocks.”

Gahyeon pouted from where she was resting, watching as the man her leader Minji was riding groaned and came inside of her. She rolled her eyes, rolling her hips down and continuing until she milked a second, weaker orgasm out of him. He was trembling below her by time she slid off of him, and she let out a small tut. 

“Only twice? Useless. Who’s next?” She hummed, lifting her leg and spreading her lips as cum rolled out of her.

They were succubi, and it had been ages since they’d let go of all of the fear of being caught by humans and wrangled up enough partners for a group ‘feast’. It really was nice to eat together once more. 

Even if the men they had all brought out to the woods were about as predictable as you’d expect. 

They always walk in thinking they’re in control. Minji and Handong are quick to put them in their place, and then the fun begins. 

“Harder! C’mon, what was that back in the bar about making me scream your name? That all you got?” Yubin is taunting somewhere from her left, and Gahyeon can see she’s got someone thrusting into her ass, his grip on her hips tight, though the tremble in his legs told both the younger succubi that there was no way he would last as long as he hyped himself up. 

“O-Oh! I-I’m-”

“Keep going, darling. Look at that, finally someone with a good enough cock to make one of us cum. Does it feel good?”

Yooheon’s legs are shaking as she bounces on one of the more endowed men’s lap, her eyes fluttering as Siyeon pressed her breasts against her back, rubbing her clit in quick circles as she purred sweet nothings to her. 

“Is he good enough? Hm? Will you cum and let him fill you, too? Such a greedy girl, I hope you eat well~” She purred, pinching her clit lightly between her fingers and laughing when Yooheon jolted and cried out, her thighs shaking as she came full force. Siyeon rubbed her clit relentlessly, looking down at the man rocking into her with a glint in her eye. 

“Fuck her until she squirts. You better treat my girl right.” 

His lips quirked cockily at the challenge as he sped up, fucking her already stuffed heat with wreckless abandon while Siyeon continued her honey-sweet ministrations. Gahyeon watched with her lip pulled between her teeth as Yooheon came again from the combined effort, her head thrown back as a loud cry left her lips. Siyeon held her still as she squirted, soaking the man’s cock and the ground below them as she mewled in delight 

As the youngest succubus pushed herself up and looked around, she found Handong and Bora showing off, staring each other down as they took multiple cocks at once. Handong was on her hands and knees, cum rolling down her thighs as she rolled her hips back, letting two of them fuck her already bred holes. She couldn’t speak with her lips wrapped around another person’s cock, but the coy brow she arched at Bora when she came with a cry, messily squirting all over herself as she was stuffed full told Gahyeon all she needed to know. 

‘What’s wrong? Throwing in the towel, already?’ She could practically hear the elegant, yet cocky way Handong’s voice would sound as she taunted their second oldest. 

“Ah~? What are you doing over there all by yourself?” 

Yubin’s voice startled her as she looked up, finding the succubus had finished her meal and was now standing before her, cum rolling down her thighs, though it wasn’t like any of them minded the mess at hand. Gahyeon leaned forward, burying her face between Yubin’s thighs to greedily lap at the juices, her eyes shining a deep magenta color as Yubin sighed in delight, spreading her legs ever so slightly. She ran her fingers through Gahyeon’s hair before giving her a tug, smiling at the moan the move elicited. 

“J-Just needed to catch my breath...I don’t have as big of an appetite as the rest of you, yet.” She admitted, though she reached up to spread Yubin’s lips, delving her tongue deep inside of her, coaxing some of the cum out of her. 

These guys could use some sweets, but thankfully her unnie was sweet enough herself to keep Gahyeon from being too displeased. 

Yubin let her eat her out for a few more minutes before she reluctantly pulled her off with a sigh when Minji called her over. The two of them immediately crossed the short distance between them and their leader, their eyes shining hungrily as Minji pulled away from the man she had been stroking to full hardness. 

The man on the ground probably had the biggest cock Gahyeon had ever laid eyes on. 

Well, for a human, anyway.

“Gahyeon, come here. You need to eat, lovely.” Minji’s voice was like honey as Yubin and at some point, even Siyeon gently pushed her back until she walked over to the man. She eyed his cock, feeling the desire to feed rise once again as she lowered herself, letting Minji tilt her head up and kiss her sloppily as she seated herself on his cock. She let out a muffled moan against her lips, arching her back as she felt herself stress delightfully from his girth and length. Minji caressed her face with her hand before she reached down to fondle her breast. 

“Look at your face, that’s exactly why unnie saved him just for you. Eat until you’re nice and full, my beautiful little whore.” She purred against Gahyeon’s lips as the man began to fuck up into her, his balls slapping against her ass with every thrust. She shook, clinging to him for purchase as he bounced her effortlessly. 

Handong and Yooheon joined, too, pressing kisses to her neck while Bora sat off to the side with Yubin, whining as they scissored each other, clinging to each other for dear life as they rubbed their sensitive cunts against one another. 

“Look at that bulge~ I knew he was big, but it’s been a while since a human was big enough for us for me to see a bulge. You must be so happy~” Siyeon purred in her ear, pressing her hand to where the bulge was along Gahyeon’s petite stomach. She looked down and panted, a pleasured coil snapping in her as she began moving her own hips, meeting him every time he thrust up into her. 

The small succubus had found her appetite back, and she almost felt bad for the men. 

Almost. 

Hey, girls have to eat, too~

[cozy-the-overlord]

Until Tomorrow

Summary:  Quarantine by itself is lonely enough. Quarantine amidst a rainstorm of biblical proportions is downright depressing. Lucky for you, a visitor arrives just in time to keep you company.

Word Count:  2,463

Pairing: Loki x Reader

A/N: Sooo..... I did a thing. I’ve never written fanfiction or reader-inserts before, but it was pouring rain last night and I’ve been reading so many quarantine fics on Ao3 that I thought I’d give it a whirl. I’ve never been more nervous about posting a story before... I hope you like it!

Also, I got an Ao3 account now, so you can read it here if you’d like

              It was raining.

              Although raining didn’t seem to do the weather justice. You couldn’t remember the last time you had witnessed such a torrential downpour. The pattering of raindrops rushing down your slanted roof had been drowned out by the wooshing of the fast-moving river that a few hours ago had been your street. Between the dark storm clouds and fog so thick you could cut it with a knife, you couldn’t make out exactly how bad the road was, but the waves that crashed against your window every time a car came skidding past your house told you that you weren’t going anywhere anytime soon.

              Not that you currently had any great travel plans.

              You sat on the couch at your front window, a book lying open and ignored in your lap, watching water droplets race down the glass as a shiver raced down your spine. Usually, you loved the rain. You had grown where storms were a treasured rarity, where you’d insist your mother buy you rainboots for your birthday only for her to give them away a year later when they became too small, balls of paper still stuffed into their toes. Usually, when it poured, you’d run into your driveway with your head back and arms out, belting out “Singin’ in the Rain” as you attempted dance moves that would make Gene Kelly role in his grave, just because you could.

              But today, you didn’t feel like dancing. With everything going on right now, the rain seemed less like a cause for celebration and more like a sign of impending doom. It had been weeks since you left the sanctuary of your tiny suburban house. You were lucky, everything considered— your parents were safely quarantined in your childhood home on the other side of the country, from where they FaceTimed with you at least once a day.

              Your job was secure. That was one of the wonderful things about working for Tony Stark: the day everyone was sent home, the head man himself sent out an email swearing to keep everyone on the payroll through the quarantine, regardless of how long it lasted. He had even set up a system for delivering groceries to his employees: you texted a number with your order, and a few hours later a red and gold drone dumped a box of overflowing plastic bags on your doorstep. That was something your mom couldn’t get over—Iron Man bringing you milk!— and honestly the ridiculousness of it all made you want to giggle, too.

              Sometimes, though, it was all too much. It had been ages since you’d seen anybody, ages since you had heard another voice unfiltered by the garbled speaker of your cell phone. You had never considered yourself to be an overtly social person, but damn did you wish you had somebody here to talk to. Your mother had been trying for years to convince you to adopt a pet, insisting that it wasn’t healthy for you to be living completely alone, but you had always brushed her off, saying that you were working so often that you were rarely at home and it would be cruel to the animal. Now, you promised yourself that as soon as this was over, you were heading to the Humane Society.

              If this was ever over.

              Outside, the rain kept pouring. The trickling water seemed to be whispering to you—sinister promises of something worse yet to come. You curled tighter upon yourself, pressing your cheek to your knees.

              Let this end. Please, just let this end.

              A crash behind you startled you out of your thoughts. You shrieked, whipping around to see a figure standing in your living room, soaking bags sprawled about him, staining the carpet. He scowled.

              “Bloody rainstorm. You can’t see a damn thing out there.” He shook his head and began wringing out his hair, muttering in a language you didn’t understand.

              It was several moments before you could find your voice. Once you did, it slipped out cautiously. “Loki?”

              “At your service, my lady.” He gave a grand bow, his words dripping with sarcasm.

               You stared. You knew Loki, of course. You were familiar with all of the Avengers who lived in the tower—your office was located on one of the higher levels, and as a result it wasn’t uncommon to see celebrities like Dr. Banner or Captain Rodgers making their way across the floor to meet with one of your coworkers. Unlike the others, however, you had actually spoken with Loki.

              The two of you had a little run in a few months ago, when you were refilling your coffee mug at the break room. You were already on edge because Dr. Foster was visiting, Dr. Jane Foster, and word about the floor was that she would be stopping by with Thor to meet some of the higher-level workers at some point during the day. You felt silly for feeling so starstruck, but Dr. Foster’s work was on another level of world-shattering, and the thought that you might be shaking her hand by the end of the day had you all sorts of jittery.

              Then the coffee pot exploded.

              Exploded wasn’t exactly the right word. It was more like an eruption— all at once the pitcher just vomited its contents across the counter, up to the ceiling, all over the floor, writing like an animal and spitting out more coffee than it possibly could’ve been holding previously. With a scream, you threw the anthropomorphic pot to the floor, adding shattered glass to the absolute mess in the break room.

              There wasn’t time to comprehend what just happened before he was there, pulling you out of the puddle of lukewarm coffee.

              “Forgive me, that was not supposed to happen. Are you hurt?” Loki scanned your form with an anxious sort of urgency. There was a tinge of pink on his cheeks—if you hadn’t known better, you would’ve said he was blushing. “Are you hurt?” he asked again when you only gaped at him like a dead fish. “Burned? That was not meant—forgive me.”

              “No,” you finally said. The coffee hadn’t been warm enough to do any damage. “Just… my clothes—”

               He waved his hand, and the sticky moisture clinging to your front disappeared. You ran your hand over your shirt, now dry and stainless. That’s useful.

               “Are you certain you are uninjured?” he asked. “I swear, that was not what I intended—”

               “I’m fine.” Now that the shock had worn off, you found yourself stifling the urge to giggle. “What were you trying to do?”

               Loki looked embarrassed. “My brother has the tendency of laying claim to the refreshments of any floor he visits, without leaving anything for those working on said floors. I thought I’d teach him a lesson.” He cast a glance back at the mess behind him. “The charm was meant only to react to him. I suppose I made a mistake in casting it.” He turned back to you. “I am sorry.”

               You smiled. “It’s alright. I guess I could use a bit of excitement in my life.”

               He grinned. “Words to live by.”

               After that, you had been friendly. You’d greet each other when you walked by one another, you’d make small talk in the elevator if you were riding together, he’d hold the door for you if he had the chance. Nothing serious, nothing even that personal really, just office-friendly.

              Definitely not crashing-unannounced-into-your-living-room-during-a-rainstorm-in-the-middle-of-a-pandemic friendly.

              “What—?” you sputtered, springing off the couch. “What are you doing here?”

              Loki dramatically gestured to the bags on the floor. “It seems I have been relegated to the status of a delivery boy.”

              Craning your neck, you recognized the label of your local grocery market. You frowned. “Did—did you bring me groceries?”

              The Asgardian in your living room huffed irritably. “You had an order for today, did you not?”

              You nodded slowly. Yes, you were waiting on an order today, and now that you were looking you could see that it was sprawled across the floor at Loki’s feet: a carton of orange juice, a tub of ice cream, a bag of potato chips… but what was Loki doing dropping off food for you?

              He sighed. “Stark, in his infinite wisdom, failed to consider the effect of such the elements—” he gestured to the monsoon outside your window “—on his mechanical messengers. As I am the only individual he knows with means of instantaneous travel, I have been encouraged to assist with deliveries. I am—what is the phrase?—making the rounds, if you will. ”

              “Oh.” You found yourself at a loss for words, likely looking every bit as dumbfounded as when you first met in the break room. You mentally slapped yourself. “Um… thank you. Here,” you moved to collect to foodstuff off the carpet, “I can, uh, start putting things away—”

              With one swift motion, Loki scooped everything up. “Allow me. Just tell me where you want me to put it.” You glanced up at him cautiously. He raised his eyebrows.

              “Uh, okay.”

              He followed you into your kitchen, and you cringed as you realized how truly disgusting your sink was. It had been ages since you had the motivation to do the dishes, and they had been piling up in your sink like the leaning tower of cheap ceramics for at least a week now. Loki didn’t say anything though. At your direction, he placed the bags on the counter and watched as you silently put the contents away.

              Even amidst all the awkwardness, there was something soothing about his presence. For the first time in weeks, there was a living, breathing person in your house, someone real to talk to and laugh with. So when Loki said that he had to finish his deliveries, the question that popped out of your mouth was birthed by pure desperation.

“Do you want something to drink before you go?” you asked. “Like, a glass of water? Or… I have coffee, if you don’t mind it being reheated.”

              If Loki was surprised by your offer, he masked the emotion quickly with a smirk. “Do you really trust me with coffee?”

              You giggled. “I don’t know. Can I?”

              “You shouldn’t trust me with anything,” he said, slipping into one of the seats at your kitchen table. “But I think we can make an exception just this once.”

              You sat and talked for nearly an hour, sipping your microwaved coffee as the rain pounded on the roof. Loki had plenty of quarantine stories from the Tower, stories that always seemed to end with Thor accidentally blowing something up.

              “He is not used to staying in such a limited space for this long of a time period,” he said reflectively. “I think perhaps confinement is having a detrimental effect on his intellect. Stark has installed a ‘Days Without an Accident’ count at the kitchen table, and thus far my brother has managed to reset it every day.”

              You snorted. “That sounds hilarious. I wish I was there to see that.”

              “No, you don’t. Everyone is fed up with everyone else.” Loki stared into his mug absently. “They have been starting altercations over the minutest details. It’s quite chaotic.”

              You frowned. “Aren’t you supposed to like chaos?”

              “When it’s within my control. This is far beyond that.” He took another sip, emptying it. “You are lucky to live alone. I would gladly welcome the peace you have here.”

              “I don’t know. There’s not much to do in here.” You held in a sigh. “It gets kind of depressing after a while.”

              Loki cocked his head, brow furrowed. “You are lonely?”

              Your cheeks heated with embarrassment. It was such a menial complaint to have, especially when so many others were suffering. “Kind of,” you muttered. “It’s not so bad, though.”

              Loki continued pressing. “You have access to communication, yes?” he asked, leaning forward. “I thought all of you mortals were addicted to your cellular devices.”

              “Yeah,” you replied slowly. “But it’s not the same thing as, you know, actually talking to someone. Like, when they’re actually there.”

              “I understand.” He reached out to set his mug on the table. Somewhere hidden under your smile, your heart sank. He’d be leaving soon.

               Loki cleared his throat. “If you would like,” he said, “I could pay you a visit every so often, as we are doing now.”

              What?

              “Oh, you don’t have to do that,” you rushed to say, even though the thought of having a regular visitor sent your pulse thrumming.

              “No, but I think I would appreciate the respite. Today has been quite lovely, if I may say so.” He smiled— a genuine smile, not a smirk or a grin—and you felt rather silly for the way your heart seemed to soar. “Of course,” he added quickly, “if you don’t wish for my company, I completely—”

              “No!” The volume of your voice made you cringe. Jeez, he must think you haven’t spoken to anyone in months. “No, I—if you want to come over, then…” For a moment, you fumbled with your words, searching for an eloquent way to accept his offer. “I’d like that,” you finally said, giving up. “I’d like that a lot.”

              He laughed. “In that case, I’ll stop by tomorrow.” When he stood, you stood with him, following him back to your living room where he had left the groceries you hadn’t claimed. “I do need to be going now, though,” he said, scooping up the remaining bags. “The last thing I need is Stark having a fit over my failure to deliver his employees’ groceries on time.”  He nodded at you. “Thank you very much for the coffee.”

              “No problem,” you said. “Thanks for—thanks.”

              He chuckled. “Until tomorrow, my lady.”

              “Until tomorrow.”

              And just like that, he was gone. It was a noiseless disappearance: one moment he was there, the next, you were once again alone with the pouring rain. With a sigh, you made your way back to the couch, scooping up your book off the floor. Once again, however, you found your attention drifting to the water running down the window, the rushing waves of your street outside. Nothing had changed, and yet it seemed so much less frightening than it had an hour before. No, now, it was almost soothing. You had the sudden urge to run out on to your driveway and belt “Singin’ In the Rain.”

              I should’ve done that while Loki was here, you thought sleepily, pressing your cheek to the cushion. He would’ve gotten a kick out of that.

              Maybe you could, if it was still raining tomorrow.

              Tomorrow.

              You dozed off to the peaceful lullaby of the rainfall, smiling softly and thinking of tomorrow.

[pawprinterfanfic]

Trouble is a Friend

Anne with an E | Shirbert

Rated G | One-shot (3k words) | Complete | Read on AO3 (link is in the first reblog)

When someone makes a post on the ‘take notice’ board, Anne and Gilbert are forced to have a difficult conversation.

or: someone calls Anne and Gilbert out on their very obvious heart-eyes during dance practice.

Anne was not avoiding Gilbert.

She wasn’t.

Truly.

It just so happened that, whenever they were in the same room, something urgent came up and she had to excuse herself. Like doubling checking her milk was fully submerged in the creek, or making sure that her coat hadn’t fallen to the ground, or seeing if Ms. Stacy could use an extra set of hands.

Really — she wasn’t avoiding Gilbert because, if she was, that meant there was a reason why. She refused to entertain that thought.

It was just a dance.

Between friends.

For class.

If she was avoiding Gilbert because of the dance, that meant she was acknowledging it wasn’t as simple as that. Two friends didn’t avoid each other because they practiced dancing for the fair — Diana wasn’t avoiding Charlie, after all.

(Then why was she avoiding Gilbert?)

(...)

(Not!)

(Not avoiding Gilbert.)

This was how she found herself at her desk long after school ended, a book about Scotland propped open in front of her. The not-Gilbert related confusion in her life was not going to draw her away from her search for her heritage.

She breezed through the next three chapters in hopes everyone (including a certain someone) would leave before she did. Reading had always been her escape and it seemed she mastered the skill to close off the rest of the world as she soaked in the words from the page. The world was seemingly insignificant compared to the marvellous pictures being painted in her mind, the words seemingly came to life in her mind, the pages—

“Anne!”

She startled when a hand brushed against her shoulder, jolting her back to reality. Diana leaned across the table in front of her, pushing the book out of the way and grabbing Anne’s hands. A laughed bubbled from her lips — Diana’s excitement was contagious.

“Diana, you’re—”

“No time. Someone made a posting about you.” Diana’s eyes were wide and, for the first time, Anne realized they were wide with surprise and... concern?

Her heart dropped into the pit of her stomach. What could someone have said that would make Diana react like this?

“I— What?” Anne stood up hastily, her seat scraping against the floor. Diana tugged on Anne’s hands, pulling her in the direction of the front door. She hesitated for a moment, a countless number of thoughts filling her head — and then they were off.

They rushed out of the school without another word, Diana pulling her all the way. They rounded the bend, and—

“Anne?”

She grew stiff, her feet rooting to the ground. Gilbert stood mere feet away from her, his eyes wide and eyebrows furrowed.

Something was wrong.

Anne had seen all sides of Gilbert over the years — the annoyed, the frustrated, the heart broken, the stressed, the terrified, the happy. She knew Gilbert, sometimes better than she knew herself.

And, right now, she knew he was upset. And panicked, maybe? It was unnerving.

Diana tugged on her arm, breaking her from her stupor. She pulled her the remaining distance to the ‘take notice’ board, and it took all of her strength to shift her gaze from Gilbert to the pieces of paper.

Her eyes danced across the weather-worn pieces of paper, searching for what Diana was talking about. Finally, she reached up and pointed to a paper dead centre. Unlike the other ones, this one was crisp and, unfortunately, clear.

Anne Shirley-Cuthbert and Gilbert Blythe shared intimate romantic gazes during dance practice.

The first thing Anne felt was shock, closely followed by dread. Dread — it felt like cold boney hands, reaching into her chest, pulling on her heart. A crushing weight settled on her shoulders, stealing her breath.

Oh no.

No, no, no, no, no—

Her heart was pounding in her chest and her hands grew sweaty. Anne swore her cheeks were flushing from spending too much time under the sun, but, really, she just got outside.

Anne didn’t know why this notice posting was so different from the others. Several notes were scattered across the board about her, but she never paid them much attention before. They were harmless! But this?

This was not harmless.

The other postings were fun because nothing was serious. The difference here was the fact this was serious.

So, very serious.

This was about her and Gilbert, and that was crossing the line from fun and playful to something real.

The truth of the matter was that, yes, maybe she had been avoiding Gilbert earlier that day.

And, yes, it was because things weren’t as simple as she hoped it would be. It wasn’t just a dance between two friends. It was a dance between her and Gilbert Blythe.

(Gilbert Blythe — the same person that managed to make her heart flutter when she looked at him — the same person that helped bring out the best pieces of herself — the same person that she very recently realized she had a massive, massive crush on.)

Anne was aware of two pairs of eyes on her face, and she fought to maintain composure. She tightened her jaw and lifted her chin, trying her best to conceal her true emotions.

(Because, if she was being honest, her true emotions scared her.)

“Anne,” Gilbert tried again, his voice hoarse. Her eyes flicked to his. Her throat tightened. He sounded so unsure, so hesitant. “Did you… Did you post this?”

If she wasn’t blushing before, she sure was after that.

Her mouth dropped open and she stumbled over her words. “I— I— What!? No. No, absolutely not!”

Anne felt like she was going to die of embarrassment right then and there. Gilbert was looking at her with an expression she didn’t recognize, Diana looked like she just witnessed a crime, and she her stupid face was not cooperating!!

Before things could get worse (and Anne knew they were going to get worse), she turned to Diana, her lips pressed thinly together. “Can we have a minute?”

She blinked. “You and I?”

Anne wanted to scream. “Uh, no. Sorry. I meant Gilbert. With me.” She could see the confusion on Gilbert’s expression intensify out of the corner of her eye. She refused to glance in his direction. “Please, Diana?”

She hesitated. “Are you sure?”

Anne tried to convey just how sure she was with a pointed stare. Diana’s eyebrows rose the slightest bit in understanding.

“I’m sure. I’ll see you tomorrow, alright?”

Diana was reluctant, but she bid farewell and began her journey home, leaving Anne alone with Gilbert.

Well, at least there wasn’t going to be an audience for this beastly conversation.

Silence.

One beat.

Two beats.

Three beats—

Anne spun to him, the momentum of her turn making her braid slap against her cheek. Her tongue felt twisted, and she felt like she would be unable to get any words out of it even if she wanted to.

It was all made worse when she finally looked at his face.

He looked horrified — truly horrified. She doubted he ever looked so frantic in front of her before. His eyes were wide and jaw locked. He shifted his weight from foot to foot, as if he was preparing to run.

(Maybe she should run.)

For the first time in her life, Gilbert looked at a loss for words.

Anne tried to pretend her heart wasn’t aching with this. It was harder than she thought. Hurt blossomed in her chest, squeezing her heart, constricting her throat.

Why did it hurt so bad to see exactly how uninterested he was in her? It wasn’t like this came as a surprise! He was Gilbert, and they were friends. Over the years, he made it very clear that he was happy with their friendship.

(Just their friendship.)

But seeing him look so horrified at the posting that brought up them sharing romantic gazes? That hurt. He thoroughly looked disgusted by the thought of being romantically interested in her.

She lifted her chin and forged ahead. This situation wasn’t going to get any better by staring at him.

“I didn’t post this,” she promised him, her voice strong. “We both know that isn’t my handwriting.”

Gilbert’s eyes flicked back to the note. His lips twitched as he read the words over again. Anne’s heart plummeted.

“It wasn’t you.” He turned back to her. “It wasn’t me either, let me assure you.”

Anne shifted uneasily. She wasn’t sure what to say to make this situation better. “It must’ve been written by someone who thought it was funny. Besides, half of the notices are also clearly false. This one just… fits right in.”

“Well, even so, everyone will this it’s true.”

Anne knew she shouldn’t have felt so hurt by his words, but she couldn’t ignore the pang of pain from her heart. She clenched her jaw so tight that she was worried for her teeth.

Finally, after a long moment of silence, she spoke.

“And what’s so bad about that?”

She regretted it as soon as she said it. She should’ve agreed with him. She should’ve told him how awful it was. She should’ve promised him that the posting wasn’t remotely true, and never would be.

But she didn’t.

This was getting too close to the feeling category. Panic descended on her.

Gilbert’s gaze snapped to hers, looking owlishly. “What?”

“Ugh. Never mind. Forget I said anything.” Her words came out like venom. She didn’t wait to see how he reacted to the sudden shift.

Anne promptly turned and began to stalk away. Her hands were curled into fists at her sides, her nails digging into her palms. Her face was flashed, her heart racing, her chest aching. She wished she never opened her big mouth because now Gilbert was going to think she wanted the posting to be true.

(Which was the truth.)

(She wanted this posting to be so very true.)

“Anne!”

Gilbert lunged after her, catching her hand before she could get too far away. His touch alone made her freeze up. She was reminded of the dance, when it felt like neither of them wanted to let go of the other. She was tempted to snatch her hand out of his just to prove everything was false.

“I don’t understand.” Gilbert didn’t drop her hand either. “What’s so bad about what?”

Anne wasn’t sure where the confidence came from — maybe it was because the hurt was desperate to get out — but she answered truthfully.

“I asked you what was so bad about everyone thinking we are together — that we are interested in each other like that?” The words were hard to get out of her mouth. She felt sick from fear. “I said forget it because it’s stupid.” She ripped her hand away from his. “Clearly I’m so unattractive that the thought of us disgusts you, even when it is false.”

Gilbert looked like he had been punched in the gut. His lips were parted and his eyes large.

The confidence she found earlier drained away quickly, leaving hurt to take its place. One thing Anne learned in her life was that when someone didn’t want to show hurt, they hid behind anger.

She lifted her chin and glared at him. “If that’s all?”

Without waiting for an answer, she turned and continued on the journey home.

(Her heart only hurt a little bit when she didn’t feel his hand pulling on hers again.)

Anne made it further than before. She was already starting down the path leading away from school when he called out for her again.

“Wait!” She didn’t wait. Gilbert had to jog to catch up to her brisk pace. “Wait, Anne, what—”

“I said forget it, okay? So… forget it!”

She was half tempted to turn around and say something that would make it clear she was not. interested. in. him. ‘I can’t stand you’ seemed to be the best thing her brain could come up with in that moment, but luckily, she never got a chance to speak.

“You, Anne Shirley-Cuthbert are not unattractive.”

She nearly fell face first into the ditch.

Anne turned to him, her mouth open and mind blank. He looked nervous — extremely so — but there was a determination in his eyes that she’d witnessed only a few times before.

“You... you think I’m attractive?”

Gilbert’s eyes widened, like he hadn’t expected her to question him. He opened and closed his mouth a few times, but no sound came out.

Anne was beginning to wonder why she asked him. Clearly, he only said those words earlier because implying otherwise would’ve been rude.

Besides, why did she care anyway? It was Gilbert Blythe, not her future husband.

Blood rushed to her face at that.

Just as she was about to turn away from him, he laughed. It wasn’t one filled with cruelty — a laugh that she heard so often before coming to Avonlea — rather, it was one that was filled with so much warmth that it made her heart melt.

“Of course, Anne. You’re... beautiful.” He was looking at her oddly, and it made her heart rate quicken even more. “Take your hair, for instance. It reminds me of the sun — so bright, and warm.”

“You called the colour ‘carrot’ before, if I remember correctly.”

“You still remember that?” he laughed. She couldn’t help but grin back at him. She did remember that — and she also remembered the resounding slap her slate made against his face. “Clearly, I hadn’t seen a carrot before making that comparison. Besides, I thought you were pretty back then, too.”

Her eyes widened. “What?”

“Ask anyone — it wasn’t a secret. I told everyone the first day we met that you were pretty.”

(She tried to ignore the butterflies in her stomach and the giddiness bubbling up inside of her.)

(It was a failing project.)

For a long moment, they stared at each other, unsure of what to say. During the silence, she worked up enough courage to speak what was on her mind.

“And still, the idea of… of the notice being true — or even people thinking it is true — disgusts you,” she pointed out. The rush of joy she felt moments earlier dropped off quickly when she remembered his horror at the notice board.

She couldn’t read Gilbert’s expression again. His gaze danced along her face, drinking in the details. Anne got caught up in the way the sun caught his eyes and the way the wind blew a single curl against his forehead.

He looked away for a moment. His jaw tightened.

“The idea of courting you — of being with you — doesn’t disgust me.” His words were slow, like he was evaluating each one before he spoke. His expression was soft, and it took her breath away. “What disgusts me is people’s ability to lie and make up false stories about other people. It’s horrible. One day, it’s about two people that are interested in each other; the next, it’s something malicious. Once the gossip starts, it’s hard to get it to stop.”

Anne picked up on his earlier words. “Interested in each other?” she echoed, her heart banging against her rib cage.

Gilbert must’ve realized his choice of words. His eyebrows flew up and he pursed his lips. “Well... yes. That’s what the notice says, is it not?”

Her heart fell. For a moment, she thought he was admitting something to her — admitting that her feelings for him weren’t one-sided.

“Oh. Right.” Anne chewed on her lip. “That is what it says.”

Silence consumed them.

It was awkward.

Anne wanted to sink into the ground, or maybe disappear into the darkness, or — even better — just vanish right there.

Gilbert smiled. “So… we’re good, right?”

It was hard not to smile with him looking at her like that. “We’re good.”

And that was the truth.

Whoever posted the notice on the board about them must’ve thought they were being clever, but that impacted him as much as it impacted her. With Gilbert clarifying he was horrified by people spreading rumours about them — and not horrified by the idea of being romantically involved with her — she felt a weight lift off her shoulders. The hurt in her heart eased.

Yeah. They were going to be okay.

She glanced at the horizon, where the sun was already starting to hang low in the sky. Marilla was going to kill her for coming home so late.

They locked eyes. “I need to get home,” she said after a moment. “Uh. Thank you, though, for… you know.”

The corners of his lips quirked up. “You know.”

Anne wasn’t sure why she couldn’t say goodbye to him like a normal human being, but there she was, standing inches away from him, her eyes refusing to leave his. It felt like they were sharing something special in that moment — something more precious than simple words or ‘intimate romantic gazes,’ as the notice so eloquently put it.

She really did need to go though.

Anne took a step backwards, ending the moment. She could feel Gilbert’s eyes on her as she turned and continued back down the path.

Ten seconds passed before he spoke again.

“And Anne?” She turned back to face him. “You know… It wouldn’t be the worst thing in the world if the take notice posting was true.” He lifted his eyebrows. “I think I’d be okay with, uh, ‘intimate romantic gazes’ — as long as it was with you.”

Anne laughed brightly. Her smile was so wide it hurt her cheeks.

“You know, I think I’d be okay with that, too.”

It was a lie.

Anne knew she’d definitely be okay with that.