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[sunshine-for-serotonin]

My lord i would give you my firstborn for more Erik content, hes literally my babygirl.

Hello my darling!! I decided to do some cuddling headcannons for you as well as some random tidbit headcannons!!! {it’s extremely unorganized} this can be read as any Erik of your choosing, but some specific phantoms are mentioned once or twice!

I’m not super proud of this, but I felt like I had to feed you guys something.

I am not officially back to my full tumblr writing, but I am hoping to make a steady return! Also, I made a Lerik bot on Character.ai if you guys want me to un-private it and post the link. :)

When you cuddle with Erik, no matter which version, you basically have to plan on taking the first or second half of the day off.

He’s very touch starved, so he doesn’t like letting you go unless he absolutely has to, and even then Erik will probably throw a fit of some kind, too desperate for your touch to even think about how it may affect the rest of his opera house.

He’s not ashamed about voicing his need for you either; if you try to leave, he will drop down to his knees and blubber like a child, begging for you to stay and love on him. If it’s a specific person that is causing you to leave, Erik will threaten to kill them! It doesn’t matter if it is the managers, Meg and Madam Giry, or even Christine (should she stay there after the whole final lair scene and the phantoms activities die down)! It doesn’t matter! They don’t matter! The only thing that matters is you and your love! Erik needs you, (Y/N)! He needs you to love him until he can’t think! For you to cuddle him and kiss him like he’s your beloved pet!

Concerning you being friends with Christine, Erik absolutely despises it! She had already abandoned him for the Vicomte, she can’t take you away from him too! She mustn’t! No, if Christine even tried to advise you away from him, he would make sure she wishes she never approached you!

Please, if he starts on one of his tangents about you leaving him for someone else, make love to him and tell him what a good boy he is. It’s a sure fire way to calm him down, and Erik, even though he is likely significantly older than you, loves being coddled and reassured that you won’t leave him.

you will find that almost all versions of Erik prefer to be held rather than just hold you, with the exception of Cherik. It’s not because they’re selfish! It’s because Erik needs you to hold him in order for things to feel okay, and it feels good that you would hold him of your own free will and kindness. If he was the one completely holding you, he would be worried you didn’t actually want to be close to him!

To expand on that a little more, Cherik is the only phantom that prefers to be the big spoon. All the others want you to press against them from behind and wrap your arms around their waist, pressing kisses into the sensitive skin of their neck. {as mentioned in one of my previous posts, Kerik is a horny bastard and will probably start getting hard if you’re not careful.}

Get them to lay on top of you.

Do it. Well… do it if you can handle them crying from emotional release, anyway.

Laying on top of you will give Erik the feeling of maternal care and nurturing he never received as a child, and it’s bound to make him cry from the sheer love he feels for you and the feeling of love you’re giving him, and even then the abandonment issues and childhood trauma just overflows from him like a fountain of sadness.

For versions of Erik where his deformities are a little more open and wet, like Meriks, you’ll have to reassure him that you don’t mind touching it. That the feeling of his open flesh against your skin doesn’t bother you, and that you’d love to cuddle him regardless.

Phantoms with deformities like Meriks are almost always between a rock and a hard place when it comes to cuddling you because on one hand, they’re worried about you seeing their deformities up close and so they’ll want to lay their bad side on your chest so you can’t see it as well. On the other hand, they’re paranoid about you finding the feeling of their deformities gross against your skin and making you uncomfortable.

It’s a lot to unpack when you cuddle Erik, or even give him attention in general, but you will find that it is well worth the effort. Erik loves you and would burn down the entire world to make you smile, and yet he finds himself feeling he is unworthy of even mere scraps of your attention and love, but you always reassure him otherwise. :)

[imyourbratzdoll]

𝒉𝒐𝒑𝒑𝒊𝒏' 𝒅𝒐𝒘𝒏 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒃𝒖𝒏𝒏𝒚 𝒕𝒓𝒂𝒊𝒍

🐰easter masterlist🐰

summary - your husband, santa ari levinson, brings you to meet his good old friend, easter bunny logan howlett.

warning - smut, cuckolding, oral sex, fingering, swearing, creampie, breeding kink, human reader, easter bunny male, dumb bimbo reader, polyamorous, being used by men.

18+ only please, the gif and header aren't mine. happy easter!

Warnings and Reminders - Please do not plagiarise, copy, repost/republish, adapt, or translate any of my work on any social media platforms, apps, or third-party sites. The only platforms I post my work on are: Tumblr and Wattpad. I do not own any character of any franchise (Marvel etc.) All my works are fiction and may be dark or triggering content: READ ALL WARNINGS BEFORE PROCEEDING.

You didn’t know why Ari had given you this outfit to wear, but you weren’t complaining. It was cute and pink. You had smiled at him and placed a soft kiss on his lips before stripping and slowly pulling on the white stocking, followed by the adorable pink bodysuit that was a bit tight, but you had shrugged it off. Your breasts were pushed up, nearly falling out, and you had noticed the cute little fluffy white tail attached to it. You shrugged, slipping into the soft pink heels and placing the bunny ears on your head before walking to the mirror and checking your outfit out. You giggled to yourself, leaning forward to swipe some cherry-flavoured gloss across your plump lips before turning and smiling at your husband. “This is so cute! What’s the occasion?” 

Ari walks over, wrapping his arms around you and palming your plump cheeks as he holds you close to him. “I have a friend I want you to meet. Thought it would be nice of you to dress up for him.” He hums, leaning down and pressing a soft kiss onto your forehead. “You’re going to be a good bunny, aren’t you, baby girl?” You nod as you stare up at him with wide eyes, wrapping your tiny arms around his giant form, and lean into him. He smiles down at you before leading you out of your bedroom and towards a portal that will take you to the mystery man. He smiles as you clutch onto him, and Ari hears a gasp as you both appear at the most beautiful field you have ever seen. A small giggle escapes you as you see tiny bunnies hopping around and getting things done.

“Oh my god! Bunnies!” You turn and look at your husband with wide eyes. “Am I getting to meet the Easter Bunny?!” Ari grins at the excitement in your voice and the awe in your eyes. He nods, and you squeal, wrapping your arms tightly around his waist. “Thank you, thank you, thank you!!!”

“Well, if I knew she’d be this excited to meet little old me, I would’ve brought some chocolate eggs.” You spin around, lifting your head up as you stare wide-eyed at the huge man. He smiles at you, causing your knees to buckle and you to lean slightly into your husband. “Hi, little bunny.” You choke, feeling slick build between your thighs at his voice and size. 

“H–hi”, You stutter, a whimper slipping past your lips, realising you are between two vast and handsome men. “I–it’s nice to meet you.” You slightly stumble as you stick your hand out, biting your lip as a moan threatens to break out as he covers your tiny hand with his massive one. His skin is so warm and inviting, and your eyes drift down. You wonder what else is like that, and your eyes nearly bug out of your head at the bulge that rests between his legs before they quickly shoot up, your cheeks heating as he stares down at you with a smirk.

Both men chuckle before Ari pulls back and looks down at you. “You won’t mind hanging out with Logan, do you? I have to go and deal with the elves.” You blink slowly, your gaze moving from one man to another, and you nod, feeling a bit fuzzy. Ari smiles at you before leaning down and kissing your forehead. “Be good for him, okay, baby?”

“Okay,” You whimper. Feeling your husband’s warmth causes your insides to feel funny, and the thought of being alone with this charming man intensifies it. “I love you, and don’t go so hard on them. They aren’t as bad as you think.” You pout, looking up at him with nothing but love. 

Ari chuckles. “They are only good when you are around, my love. You don’t see how they are when it’s just me.” He looks down at your still pouting face, shaking his head. He places a kiss on them. “But for you, I won’t be so hard on them.” You are too busy staring at him to notice the nod and smirk he gives Logan before turning and returning to the north pole. You slowly turn, realising you're alone with him, and you catch his eyes on your tail before they slowly trail back up your body.

“I need help reaching for some eggs, little bunny. Can you help?” He looks innocent enough when he asks, causing you to nod immediately, smiling when he smiles at you before you follow him toward where the eggs are unreachable. “They’re just around here, and I can’t get my damn hands through something so small.” He growls, feeling his cock twitch at how tiny you are compared to him. Logan’s hand makes its way to the small of your back, leading you. “I like your outfit, bunny. It’s adorable, suits you.” 

You smile up at him, feeling giddy. “Thank you! Ari picked it out for me.” You giggle, and as you let him lead you over to the area, you can feel yourself become soaked, and you are ashamed at the feeling because you love Ari and the elves. But Ari did tell you to be good for his friend, and you didn’t want to disappoint either of them. “Is this it?” You ask, looking up at him before looking down at the small hole. 

Logan nods, pretending to be sad even though he and Ari had set it up before you arrived. “Yeah, sadly, I’m too big, and even my bunnies have tried, but there’s a spot not even they can reach.” Obviously, that was a lie, but you didn’t need to know that. You looked up at him with a heartbroken look, pouting as you thought of all those wasted chocolates and how sad the bunnies must feel. 

You place your tiny hand on his thick arm, “I’m sorry! I can definitely help!” You immediately kneel, crawling into the hole, not knowing you’ve given the Easter Bunny an incredible view. His cock hardens and strains against his pants as he stares at your plump ass and the wet spot forming. He smirks, stepping closer. “Ugh, I–I can’t reach.” You wiggle, trying to come out, but you find yourself stuck. “Oh no! I think I’m stuck!” You cry, not understanding how feral Logan is slowly becoming. “H–help, please.” You whimper, and Logan kneels close behind you, groaning as he smells your arousal. “Logan?” 

His large hands grip your hips, burying his face in your sopping cunt. “Mmm, you smell so sweet, bunny. A stuck little bunny all for me.” His tongue flicks out, licking your wetness through the material before sucking your cunt through your bodysuit. “I’ve got myself a dumb little bunny.” You whimper, clutching the ground beneath you as he continues to nose and suck your cunt before his hand comes up, gripping the material and ripping it. “I’m sorry for ruining your pretty outfit, bunny. I’m sure Ari will fix it for you.” He grunts, hand finding the fluffy tail connected to the destroyed material, squeezing it as he dives forward, licking and sucking your folds and juices into his mouth. The feral man finds your swollen button and begins to feast on it, swirling his tongue around and sucking it. 

Your whines and whimpers fill the tiny hole, clutching the ground beneath you, and your head flops forward and rests into your hands. “I–is too good… P–please.” Every time you wiggle your hips, it turns Logan on even more. Seeing your plump ass and the fluffy tail makes him nearly snap. “W–what about Ari?...” You whimper, your mind slowly fading as the giant man devours you. 

Logan chuckles, his lips and chin covered in your arousal. His eyes stare at your cunt as he begins to speak. “Now you’re worried about Ari, little bunny? You didn’t seem to care about your husband a few minutes ago.” He rubs your clit before slipping his finger inside you, thrusting and curling it. Logan feels his cock throb at the tiny little sounds that escape you. “Don’t worry bout your husband, little bunny. He’s the one who said you deserved a little treat.” He growls, launching forward again, sucking your swollen clit as he stretches you with his fingers. “So lucky to get a stuck little thing like you.” You cry, wiggling and clenching around him, and your eyes roll to the back of your head. “Slutty, bunny. Cumming round someone else’s fingers.” He groans, licking his lips at the sight of your cream around his fingers. He lifts them to his mouth and begins to suck on them. “Taste so fucking good. Know why all those men are so obsessed with you.” 

You huff, sagging into the ground as your body fills with exhaustion. You squeal as Logan grabs your hips and tugs you out of the hole, placing your tiny body onto his lap. Logan wraps his hand around your throat, squeezing softly before moving his hand from your throat to your cheek, slapping it gently. “Wakey, wakey, little bunny.” You blink, dazed, and Logan gives you a devilish smile. “There you are. You’re such a good little bunny.” You provide a faint smile, feeling your body heat up at the praise. You whine as he lifts you slightly before your eyes roll to the back of your head, and your mouth drops open, “Fuck, you’re so tight, baby.” Logan pushes his thick member through your sopping cunt, gripping your hips and slamming you down onto him. Your screams of pleasure echo throughout, your tiny hands grab his shoulders, and your nails dig into him. 

“O–oh… Too big! Is good!” You lean into him, your face nuzzling into his neck. You're engulfed by him as he wraps his arms around you and begins to thrust up into you. You whimper and moan into him, clutching tightly as his pace picks up. His hand wraps into your hair and pulls your head back, your eyes hooded as you try and look at him through your lashes. Logan grins, leaning forward and pressing a rough kiss onto your lips. His tongue swipes across, and he groans into you.

“Taste like cherries, little bunny.” You whine when his tongue slips inside your mouth, dominating your entire being. Logan nips your bottom lip and pulls back, chuckling as you whimper and try to chase his lips. “Needy, bunny.” He fixes your little ears before standing and bouncing you up and down his cock. Logan walks over to the side of a hill, pushing you against it as he begins to pound into you, watching you slip from your mind and fully become his dumb little bunny. “Imagine if Ari could see you now, know what a slut his wife is.” Your nails dig into his biceps, holding onto him as you slip away. Logan groans as you pulsate around him, squeezing his monstrous cock as your juices squirt out of you and cover the large man. “Fuck! Jesus Christ, squeezing me so well, little bunny.” He holds your hips and digs his feet into the ground, thrusting harder and faster into you. “You think your husband would mind if I fill you up? Hmm? Think he’d be mad if you went home all pumped full and destroyed by another man?” He grins, and his head falls back, eyes screwing shut as his balls tighten and his cock twitches wildly, burying himself deep inside you before releasing his cum, thick spurts of it shoot out of his swollen tip and deep into your womb. Your moans fill his ears as you feel his cum fill you up, slowly leaking out of your small hole and down your legs onto the ground. 

You wake to someone stroking your cheek, your eyes blinking open, and you smile as your gaze lands on your husband. “Ari!” You try and launch forward to hug him but find yourself sore and exhausted. You pout and look down to notice you have been changed into comfier clothes, and you begin to look around, wondering if it was all a dream, but when your eyes land on a smiling Logan, you know it wasn’t. You quickly look at Ari with wide eyes, opening your mouth to apologise when he kisses your forehead softly.

“I heard you were a good bunny, baby.” You nod slowly, sighing in relief as he lifts you into his lap, holding you close to him. “I’m so proud of you, baby girl. Did you have a good time with Logan?” You nod, feeling your face heat up, and you quickly hide it into Ari’s neck, holding onto him tightly. His hands rub up and down your back, cradling you lovingly. “I’m glad, baby. C’mon, let’s go home so you can rest.” He stands and looks at Logan, giving him a nod before turning and walking back into the portal. 

This won’t be the last time a massive man will use you. 

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Minthara prompt: she's training the new generation of paladins to take over Menzoberranzan with her :D

THANK YOU FOR THIS PROMPT @mimetoist! You're amazing. I hope you enjoy and please send me more if you've got them! (That goes for all Minthara lovers on tumblr, too!) I had a blast writing this. More Nightwarden content, please!

Summary: Tensions quickly rise when Minthara is forced to teach a group of aspiring Paladins a harsh lesson.

Link to my other work in the Devil's Archive.

Lessons from the Nightwarden

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“I have bested you again, Felynn.” Minthara spoke through pursed lips, shaking her head in dissatisfaction. “I am starting to think you are better suited as a slave than serving on the frontlines. It would take another century to make a warrior out of you and I am pressed for time as it is.”

Felynn’s cheeks burned as she looked down, avoiding Minthara’s scathing gaze. She stared at the wooden sword aimed at her throat, wishing it were real so Minthara could end her miserable life then and there. The Nightwarden would probably kill Felynn out of pity when they were through with training anyways, for the sheer amount of embarrassment she had undertaken that day alone. 

The sounds of snickering grew at the Nightwarden’s words, the laughter like a thousand lashes against Felynn’s pride. She sensed a crowd forming from the corner of her eyes, bodies of all shapes and sizes lining up around them, like mosquitoes out for blood, eager to watch Minthara degrade yet another aspiring Paladin.

She only had one guess as to what they were whispering about as she continued to sit on her bloody knees, cowering like a fool in the middle of the cadet training grounds. 

She’s an utter failure. 

A disgrace. 

A waste of time and resources. 

An insult to all Paladins. 

Better off…

The sword pushed harder into Felynn’s throat, pulling her away from the cursed internal dialogue. She held her breath, afraid to move a muscle out of fear of being reprimanded any further. 

Minthara trailed the tip of the sword along Felynn’s neck, settling it underneath her jaw. She directed Felynn’s gaze with the sword, tilting her head up so that Felynn had nowhere else to look but into Minthara’s red eyes. 

A chill trickled down Felynn’s spine, her arms trembling despite remaining at her side. She wanted to melt into the dirt, to hide under a rock like an insect. Minthara’s smooth face looked like a smile had never touched it, her stare cutting through the very fabric of Felynn’s being. The Nightwarden’s brows furrowed as she studied Felynn, eyeing her as if she was a war map laid out on a table. 

“Rise.” Minthara said, removing the sword with a flourishing swipe. “We will continue until you’ve learned your lesson.”

Minthara began to circle Felynn like a displacer beast, walking with confidence, purpose, and poise; yet her grip remained firm on the sword, an indication she was ready to pounce again at any second. 

“Always keep your eyes on the enemy, even when death is but mere moments away. Do you understand me? Never give your enemies the satisfaction of beheading you as you grovel in the dirt.”

Felynn clenched her fists, digging her nails into the palms of her hands to stop herself from crying. 

“I did not hear your acknowledgement.”

“Y-yes, Nightwarden.” Felynn replied, her voice quivering. 

Felynn stumbled to her feet, suppressing a groan at the pain surging through each limb. They were heavier than stones, every part of her body covered in fresh scrapes and bruises. She had been going at this for hours, waiting for Minthara to move on to the next cadet, yet she remained focused on her. Unmoving, relentless. What other lessons could Minthara possibly teach her? Had she not been punished enough for her incompetence?  

Felynn reached for her sword but tripped over herself, nearly falling flat on her face. She quickly amended the error, picking up the weapon and holding it close to her chest, as if that might protect herself from the humiliation.

“She’s so pathetic.” Someone said through the crowd, with no effort at being discreet. 

Felynn’s heart dropped to her stomach, she knew that deep cocky voice. It was the constant source of her bullying, her nightmares. She never had a chance to escape from the torture even when she slept. 

“When will we get a chance to do anything useful? Just throw her into the spider pits already and get on with it.” 

The mocking giggles that followed stung, worse than any of the fresh wounds she received that morning. Felynn’s lips grew dry and she struggled to peel her tongue away from the top of her mouth. 

Minthara stopped dead in her tracks, turning sharply in the direction of the ongoing snickering. Her eyes narrowed as she searched the crowd. When she spotted the sea of smiling faces she shot them all a cold stare, the creases of her permanent scowl deepening. 

“Dilra, your lacklustre commentary is proving to be quite tiresome. Do you wish to take my place?”

The laughter ceased almost immediately, the silence deafening. The air became heavier at the sudden change in Minthara’s tone.

“I thought so. Approach the training grounds.”

The audience of cadets scattered like ants, revealing Dilra standing wide eyed and dumbfounded. She was tall and lean, with short spiky hair and a leathery face, despite not spending much time on the surface. Dilra cleared her throat before proceeding to follow Minthara’s orders, stopping in the centre of the grounds. 

Felynn sighed, relieved to finally have the weight of Minthara’s attention lifted from her shoulders.

“Cockiness is but a weak shield. You think you are worthy? Prove yourself.”

Minthara stepped back, aiming her sword at Felynn.

“Her?”

Minthara finally smiled, but not at all pleasantly. 

“You question my judgement?” 

“No, of c-course not.”

“Good. Then begin. We have a growing audience and I am always one for providing suitable entertainment.” 

Felynn raised her sword, a layer of sweat building on her forehead. Dilra rolled her eyes as she shifted her footing, preparing herself in a basic warrior stance. It was always Dilra who led the attacks, coming out on top at the expense of screwing over Felynn.

Broken bones, the crippling isolation, and her shattered confidence; Felynn never expected training to be a Paladin would come with so much suffering. She wanted to take her oaths and do some good in the Underdark, to make sure no one went through the horrors she had experienced as a child; losing her entire family to a civil war amongst the Drow Houses. And yet, she wasn’t sure if she’d be able to make it through these basic drills.

Minthara’s eyes flickered to Felynn as if she could read her thoughts and the two shared a fleeting look. The Nightwarden nodded her head slightly, as if in acknowledgement, a movement Felynn would’ve missed if she wasn’t paying attention. 

Before Felynn could register Minthara’s action, Dilra charged forwards with her sword held high.

Felynn blocked Dilra’s attack, the ferocity of the first blow nearly causing her to fall over backwards. There was no time to recover before Dilra swung her sword repeatedly, each strike was sloppy but full of venom. Felynn miraculously dodged each attack, using what she had learned in that day’s training to open her senses. She was able to read Dilra’s movements, anticipate where she might go next by her footing and where her eyes were targeting. 

Dilra was relentless, leaving no openings for Felynn to even attempt a parry. Dilra growled as she tried to hit her, constantly missing by mere inches. For once, Felynn found herself grinning, a glimmer of pride shining in her eyes. In truth, this was probably the longest she had stayed on her feet during a squirmish.

Felynn raised her weapon to block another one of Dilra’s violent slashes, but her wooden sword shattered upon impact. It exploded into shards, the wood ricocheting off Felynn’s cheeks like mini projectiles. 

“Ha!” Dilra shouted with glee.

Dilra stabbed at Felynn with a powerful thrust, and she quickly jumped backwards, barely missing the strike. As she landed, she lost her footing, tripping and falling on her backside. 

“I’ve got you now…” Dilra whispered, her crazed eyes narrowing as they focused on Felynn. 

Felynn gritted her teeth as she rolled onto her knees, placing her hands in the dirt to steady herself. The world around them vanished as Felynn locked eyes with Dilra, matching her savage stare. Felynn wasn’t about to back down, she wasn’t going to look away. Not this time. She had nothing, no family, no one rooting for her, no one wanting her to succeed. It was Felynn against everyone, everything. This was her only shot at proving herself, of surviving. If this was the end, if she was never going to become a Paladin, she might as well go out with a bang.

She was not a coward, despite what everyone around her might’ve thought.

And she was not a failure.

Felynn filled her hands with dirt as Dilra ran towards her. 

Dilra lunged at Felynn, and she countered by throwing two fists worth of dirt into Dilra’s face. Dilra howled in agony, dropping her sword and floundering away from Felynn. In turn, Felynn scrambled to her feet, watching as Dilra frantically tried to rub the grime out of her eyes. 

“You miserable bitch–!”

Felynn took one step and punched Dilra square in the nose, quieting the bully once and for all. Blood spurted from Dilra’s face like a fountain as she cried out in pain. Felynn punched her again because the first one felt so damned satisfying, and once more just for good measure. She could’ve thwacked her a few more times but her hand ached, the knuckles already swollen. Felynn was panting, her head throbbing. Her heart felt like it was about to explode at any second, but she continued to breathe.

In and out. In and out.

Dilra swayed, her arms falling limp. Her eyes glazed over until she eventually toppled to the side, landing head first in the dirt.

The crowd gasped when Dilra fell. A few of her cronies moved as if to aid her but Minthara raised her hand, and they froze. 

“How undignified.” Minthara said, walking closer to Dilra’s unconscious body and lightly kicking it.

“Laughter will not take you far on the battlefield, as you just bore witness to. We must fight as a unit. To put yourself first for glory will only lead to your untimely demise; of not only yourself, but your entire band. A lesson I myself learned many moons ago, from some of the most powerful warriors I’ve ever had the privilege of fighting with.”

Felynn inhaled sharply. The surface dwellers, the ones from the legends. She heard countless narratives about them in her youth, listening to so many retellings from drow bards on how they navigated one obstacle after another to defeat the Absolute - the evil that set out to lay claim to the surface. Minthara rarely spoke of them, but Felynn’s ears perked up at even the slightest suggestion of their influence. 

One day she’ll be worthy of going to the surface.

One day.

Minthara twirled to face Felynn and she flinched out of instinct, unsure what to expect next. The Nightwarden instead hummed in approval, laying a hand on her shoulder. An intense warmth radiated from Minthara’s fingertips as Felynn’s skull tingled. In fact, that sensation washed over her entire body, like she was standing under a comforting waterfall. A light blue glow enveloped them both, and Felynn watched as all her wounds slowly vanished. She felt oddly refreshed, like she had slept for an entire year.

“You used your environment to your advantage, Felynn.” Minthara said, lightly squeezing her shoulder as the healing completed, “I am content with your training today. It turns out, there might be some use for you yet within my ranks.” 

[v3nusxsky]

You’re rightful place 18+

*A/n~ Another attempt at a smut fic. Also may start uploading these to tumblr if I can be brave enough. I have a train to catch at like 9 am and yet here I am at 3 in the morning writing smut for y'all. 4th attempt to get a smut fic I'm happy with. *

Trigger warnings ~ sub reader, mommy k!nk dom Larissa f!ger!ng edg!ng overst!m? Degradation sub space language? Strap

Prompt~ "look at you just begging to be put in your place."

"You're cute if you think you can handle me"

"You're joking right love? I could have you on your knees for me whenever I demand it and believe me it would suit you"

"You think about that a lot?"

"I uh what? You're the one who brought it up"

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Staff meetings always tended to drag. Your shy and reserved nature meant you spent most your time day dreaming, eyes glued to your lover as she hosted said meetings. Watching her work was always fascinating to you, the dedication she had for her job and the passion she had for the students. Well that was just damn well admirable. Once again you had drifted off into your own world. One where you and Larissa were otherwise occupied and there was a lot less people involved. Ultimately much preferring your own thoughts to the actual discussions of what to do with the one and only Wednesday Addams.

"Y/n dear? Are you still with us?" Your lovers voice rang through, pulling you from your own thoughts just as they were getting rather intriguing. Her eyes showed a knowing glance. Shit she knew you were fantasising about her... again.

"Mmm sorry my mind seemed to be else where what were we discussing?" You mumbled feeling the heat of embarrassment flushing your cheeks.  From that moment you really tried to focus. You really did but when Larissa's tongue would come over to wet her lips slighting in between her turns of talking, when she stood up to punctuate her point showing off those readily curves and hell even when her voice floated to your ears saying something so mundane and normal that your mind would interpret into a sexual nature. Yeah concentration wasn't coming easily to you today. She's just a whole lot of women you told yourself. Honestly, it should be so illegal to be and look like Larissa Weems. You knew by the end of the meeting your underwear would be absolutely ruined.

The meeting seemingly ended not that you were paying any attention to the other staff members flocking from the room. You remained sat in your chair, drooling slightly at the thought of your girlfriend fixing the ache between your thighs that were snuggly squeezed together in a desperate attempt to quell the ache. A hand on your lower thigh got your attention causing you to stare right into the sapphire irises you adored so much. Larissa crouched down in front of you a gentle hand not too spoke you but wanting your full and undivided attention.

"Little one, you weren't focusing in that meeting at all. For all you know it could've been really important love. It's like your acting up just begging to put in your place." She all but hummed out at you. The sweet tone attempting to cover up the lustful intent behind the last sentence. 

"You're cute Isa If you think you could handle me" you quipped back too far gone into your own head to realise your grave error.

"Oh please y/n I could have you on your knees for me whenever I truly desired it. All I have to do is demand it and you'll do what your told like a good girl." She stated as if it was a well known fact. It was but still Larissa knew you wouldn't be able to help yourself and would retaliate even further.

"Oh Isa do you think about that a lot?" The question spilled out of your mouth before you could catch it. Brain and mouth on completely different pages of the same book.

"Oh my darling girl why do I need to think when I can have it right now?" She smirked before standing up and turning on her heels and walking to her room, doing god knows what before returning back to her office desk.  "Little one. Come here" she demanded and you couldn't help yourself as your body willingly complied.

You were knelt in front of Larissa studying the smug smirk adorning her beautiful lips. God those lips if she would just give you a kiss maybe that would state you? You internally laughed at yourself. A kiss would only add fuel to the fire. You knew that and so did Larissa.

"Now darling mommy has work to do can you be a good girl and stay put till I'm done? Hmm?"she questioned you with a slight glint in her eyes. She knew you were driven mad by being knelt near her unable to do anything but sit alone with your thoughts. "Yes mommy" you whimpered out. Already sounding so pathetic for her.  Larissa shifted in her chair allowing her dress to rise up to her hips allowing you to see she'd removed her underwear in the bedroom. You tried to stifle a groan which only earned a chuckle from the principle. "Darling do try to stay quiet, we wouldn't want everyone hearing what a slut you are for me now would we?" She commanded not even sparing you a glance. Completely laser focused on her work.

God knows how long you had been knelt down by her side. You're knees were starting to ache desperate for a shift in position, thighs uncomfortably damp with your arousal and your cheeks flushed from all the thoughts swirling in your brain. You could've cried when you saw Larissa close her laptop. Maybe she'd touch you now? God you wished for it.

"Y/n I can practically feel you undressing me with your eyes. Why don't you be a good girl and stop imagining and start doing hmm?" You almost missed it but wasted no time in coming closer and starting to remove your lovers clothing. A gasp of excitement left your lips at her fully naked body.

"Mommy- I um please uh" you struggled to string the sentence together as your eyes drank in her naked form.

"Oh I know you want to be a good girl and make mommy cum hmm?" She caught your graze as you nodded eagerly. "So eager for me love. Now don't keep me waiting" with a flick of her wrist she gestured for you to start. You couldn't help the overwhelming desire to kiss every accessible inch of her body without breaking your position. By the time you gently licked her aching core your lover was dripping down her thighs in anticipation. This fact only spurring you on. Licks getting stronger lapping up everything Larissa was providing you with. Her hand tangled itself in your hair, pushing your head impossibly closer to her heat. She was needy and desperate. You could tell by the way she moaned your name. Only then did you add two fingers into her aching core setting the pace you knew would drive her wild. With a nip to her thighs you watched as Larissa tipped her head back on the chair.

"Oh little one... more. Right there good girl. Fuck y/n make me cum make mommy cum" the women was writhing underneath your ministrations and who were you to deny such a beauty. You moved your mouth back to her bundle of aching nerves sucking down hard and lightly scraping your teeth across it which caused her to cum for you and hard. Your name spilling from her lips as you helped her ride her high. Loving the taste you couldn't help but moan as you continued your job wanting to please. The tug at your hair was what made you withdraw your mouth with an unhappy whine sucking your fingers dry desperate to keep tasting her.

"Fuck little one. Such a good girl for mommy but it's my turn now. " she groaned at the sight of you sucking her essence off your own fingers like a needy whore while her breathing was still faster than what it normally was which caused her to take breathes between the words. Only when she'd calmed her breathing did she ponder out loud. "What to do with you hmmm"

Without a warning you were being tugged to your feet, fully clothed still as she positioned you to sit on her thigh. A hiss of pleasure as your centre hit her toned thigh. "Now little one your going to fuck your self on my thigh like the slut you are for me. You won't cum little one and If you do I promise you won't like the consequences." She husked into your ear nipping at the lobe. A tap of your clothed hip signalled to you that she wanted you to rut against her thigh.

Riding her thigh moans replaying on a loop as you continued to become more desperate and needy every second that past. It wasn't long before you could feel the familiar climb to your peak. "Mo-mommy please fuck can I please mommy I need fuck oh god" you moaned only to have your pleasure ripped away at the last minute. A cry left your lips out of frustration.

"Oh darling you thought I'd make it that easy? No I want to absolutely ruin you. Fuck you dumb. You'd like that wouldn't you my love. Mommy to fuck you so hard you don't even know your own name?" She taunted knowing that this was one of your biggest fantasies. Stunned into a silence you watched as she simply got up and left the office. Walking into the bedroom adding an extra sway to her hips for the effect. "Little one come here and knell" she called out to you.

Kneeling in your agreed upon spot you watched as Larissa gathered items she was going to need. There was fresh waves of arousal between your thighs at ever glimpse of the items. It was a relief to be off your knees when Larissa told you to get up on the bed. You sat there clothed trying to ease the ache between your thighs subtly. Of course she saw that though. Nothing could pass by Larissa especially in moments where her little one was a squirming mess just for her.  The clothing hiding what's hers was becoming maddening which is why you gasped out in shock as the older women tore through the clothing. Desperately seeking your skin. Only when you were fully accessible did she start to place a trail of kisses up and down your neck before sucking down on your pulse point eliciting the most delicious noise from you.

In one swift motion you went from moaning from pleasure to being tied up and baffled. When did she ? Fuck. Only then did you feel how your lover had attached the vibrator to your clit. The strong vibrations bring you back to chase your high. Through hooded eyes you could see your lover. Her eyes fixated on your aching core. Moans tearing through your body as she just watched. "Mommy fuck please oh mommy can I please I" you mewled out.

"Cum for me darling." Was all the permission you needed to fall from your high. Riding it out against the toy as much as your restraints allowed. Your lovers gaze  still unwavering as you squirmed on the bed.  "M-m-mommy fuck I can't oh god" your cries seem to fall on deaf ears as you rapidly began your climb to a second climax. Once again you came with her name on your lips.

You'd lost count how many times you'd came. Everything was too much. The vibrations causing a delicious mix of pain and pleasure causing you to scream out for your lover. "Mommy fuck I can't please I can't no more" you all but sobbed out.

"You can darling you're doing so well for me. My good girl hmm?" She murmured still transfixed on the sight of the toy bringing you to the edge once more. The bed absolutely soaked in your slick. Your thighs glistened with it. The high crashed through your body as Larissa took a slow deliberate swipe of your core to taste you. Only when she was sure you were fully down from your high was the toy shut off and your limbs untied as you lay there spent and sobbing yet still craving more.

"Oh my darling girl you look so beautiful like this. A mess just for mommy. How about we force one more from you hmm? Mommy wants more. You'll give me more right y/n" she all but purred into your ear causing you to shiver in response to the words. "Will you be my good girl?"

You nodded slightly watching as she attached the harness to her hips. The satisfying click as it locked into place had you squirming in anticipation. "Ready love?" The concern In her eyes was there but soon taken over by lust when you nodded. She liked the fake cock up with your centre before thrusting in. Knowing how sensitive you would be she stilled allowing you to adjust while she peppered kisses over your face cheeks forehand anywhere in reach. Only pulling out to thrust back in after your hips bucked up begging for more.

The fast and brutal pace was dizzying both of your breathing was irregular. Moans tearing from you as your legs quacked with pleasure. "So close darling cum with mommy" was all it took for you fly over the edge with Larissa. You both rode your peaks out before Larissa slipped out of you watching as you hissed in pain with a slither of pleasure. The strap now placed aside your lover was looking down at the masterpiece she made. You were absolutely ruined. Tear stains all over your cheeks. Flushed cheeks hooded eyes limbs shaking from the brutal assault of pleasure it had been subjected too.

"Oh little one you're fucked dumb for mommy huh?"

"Mmmmm?" You managed to get out.

"You did so well for me my love. Such a good girl. Come let's be sleepyheads hmm? Are you sore? Do you need something?" Concern running through her at the lack of replying. Aftercare was something Larissa introduced you too and you knew how important it was to her. Also you loved the way she doted on you after sex. It made you feel special and loved. And when you dropped from sub space she was always the most amazing human holding you as you cried. Unable to word a sentence all you could do is reach your hands out and flex them. Effectively acting like a toddler who wanted to be picked up. Your lover knew what was needed of her and came to gently scoop you up and cradle you in her arms. Kisses dropped to your forehead as an onslaught of praise was directed at you. Your body finally gave into the exhaustion curled up safely in her arms.

Word count~ 2551

*Authors note~ I don't know how I feel of this one any feedback is appreciated thank you for reading"

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Troublemaker ~ Five ~ A Proposition

He is one of the best goaltenders in the league. He's also hated by his teammates. He didn't mean to be a troublemaker but why not lean into it? There wasn't anyone to stop him.

Until he met her...

A Jeremy Swayman AU x OFC Stella Williams

Story Warnings: excessive drinking, SMUT!, an asshole Jeremy, angst

A/N: Hello and welcome to a spin-off "Cross-Checked" so plenty of characters from that story are crossing over here! If you want a more detailed story of how we ended up here, read the first store HERE Also! The taglist is open. If you want to be added or removed, please let me know!

Previous: Back in the Saddle

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One week later 

Jeremy 

I was lifting in the weight room, listening to my workout playlist when I felt a hand on my shoulder. I looked up to see Stella.  I popped out a headphone.  “Hey Stel.”  

“Hey Jer.” She looked nervous. “I think you are doing that lift incorrectly.”  

“I am?” 

“Yeah, if you adjust your stance, it will flex the hip inductors and give you a better stretch in the long run.” She tucked her hair behind her ear.  

“Like this?” I moved my foot and I instantly felt the stretch exactly where I needed it. “Fuck, that is painful.”  

“Yeah, it will be the first couple of times. But you’ll noticed that when you drop into butterfly, it won’t pull so bad.” She gave me a smile.  

“Thanks, Stel.” I’ll finish out the set. I moved to look back in the mirror but Stella fidgeted and I stopped.  “Are you ok?” 

Stella looked at me like I was an alien. “What?” 

I laughed softly. “Stella you look like you were far away and lost and I’m not sure why.”  

She shook her head. “I’m sorry. Can we talk after your workout?”  

“Sure,” I said slowly. “I’ll be done in 15 minutes.”  

“Ok, great, yeah, ok.” She walked backwards until she bumped into the deadlift station. The blush across her cheeks deepens slightly and she turned quickly to walk out.  I chuckled to myself and shook my head.  I finished the set and showered before I went to the trainers's area,  

I found Stella staring at her computer screen. Her eyes weren’t moving so I think she was thinking. I waved my hand in front of her face. “Stella, are you here?” She jumped in her chair and knocked over a plant on her desk. I caught it before it hit the ground and put it back in its place. “Guess my goalie reactions are worth something huh?” 

“Sorry, so sorry. I was somewhere else and you scared me.” Stella placed a hand over her heart. I didn’t laugh, even if I wanted to.  

“You wanted to see me? Have some new torture techniques you want to show me?” I smirked at her when the blush took over.  

“Yeah... yes I did. Wait, not the torture but something else.”  She moved to closed the door. She was silent for a moment before taking a seat again. “I wanted to talk to you about your proposition last week.”  

The week prior... 

“Hey Sway! Nice shutout.”  

“Thank Stel.” I swallow. “Can I talk to you in private?” 

She wrinkles her brow in confusion.  She motions me into their office, and we sit on the couch. “What’s up Jer?” 

I look at my hands and resolve to not be chicken-shit.  

“I have a proposition for you, Stella.” 

“What is it?” she popped her gum and smiled.  

“Ok, so, I’m a goalie and ...” 

“You guard the goal,” Stella replied with a cheeky smile and giggled. “Thank you for the lesson.”  

I gave her a look. “Listen, smartass, or I’ll take you over my knee.” She tried to hold in her gasp but that was a losing battle. She smiled and I sighed. “Forget it.”  

“No!” She grabbed my arm to stop me. “No, I’m sorry. What is your proposition?” 

“I was thinking that maybe you and I can have a friends with benefits kind of relationship.”  

Jesus, Swayman, couldn’t be smoother with that? God, I’m an idiot.  Proposing a “friends with benefits” relationship with my ex’s best friend. I know we had a phenomenal night together... ok, and day together and I think it helped clear my head.  It wasn’t some rando who would talk to the press about their encounter with me.  This was Stella, someone I have known for a few years. Who knows what I’m dealing with. Who rocked my world just two weeks ago. I had a taste of her, and I wanted more. But the thought of a full-on relationship, especially since she just ended her own relationship didn’t seem like the right idea. I came up with this as a solution. And judging by her expression, It was a horrible idea. Until... 

Stella pick up the jaw that dropped and she was stunned for a few seconds. “Umm, wow, ok. Was not expecting that.”  

I talk fast before she has a chance to talk herself out of it. “Look, you and I had a great time and I think this would be beneficial for both of us. Keeps us from making mistakes when we are getting over things.  You would help me with my rep and keep my nose clean.  I keep you satisfied so we are not preoccupied with captain douche weasel.”  

She started to pace a little and I started to feel uncomfortable.  “If you don’t want to, understand completely. I get it, you’re Leia’s friend and everything but from my side, any romantic feelings are long gone and I’ve processed it and I’m ok.”  

“I really don’t know what to say.” Stella ran a hand through her hair.  

“Look, take some time. Like a week and think about it. I will honor whatever decision you make.” I get up from my seat. “I like you, Stella. You’re awesome.” I kissed her cheek. “But we’ll still be friends no matter what.”  

Present... 

“You’ve thought about it?” 

“I did. We need some ground rules.” She smiled and it took me a moment to understand what she was saying.  

“Wait? You’re in?” 

“Rules before I agree to anything.” She took out her phone.  “One, it's exclusive. I don’t share.  Two, testing for both of us. Three, no one else can know. Four, we agree its not a “relationship” relationship. Five...” 

“How many rules did you come up with?” My mind was racing at the possibility of having her back in my bed. Or at least, being in a bed.  

“Just two more. Five, we never do it here at work. Six, You keep ice cream and snacks stocked.”  She smiled bigger. “That’s it.”  

I look at her. She’s incredibly gorgeous and I would be an idiot not to accept her terms.  I mean, they are reasonable enough. Except for the “its not a relationship thing.” It would be but I guess she wanted to keep it casual. “I accept your terms.” I reach over and kiss her cheek.  “Call me when you want to meet. Doesn't have to be today but I am free for the rest of day. Think about it.”  

I walk away and I can feel her looking at me. I turn and see that she’s staring at my ass. I smirk again and pull out my phone.  

Jeremy: Like what you see, gorgeous  Stella: I could get used to it.   Jeremy: All yours, whenever, wherever.   Stella: I’ll be at your place around nine.   Jeremy: I’ll have the ice cream ready.  

Its a quarter to nine when my doorbell rang. Looking at my watch I smirk but head over to buzz her in. I don’t even answer, just buzz the door. I pull out the ice cream as someone knocks on the door. I should get her a set of keys when I open the door and freeze.  

It is not Stella.  

Its Linus.  

“Hey man, what’s up?” 

I’m fucked, I’m so fucked.  

“I’m looking for Lily’s bear. She said she left it here.” I let him in to search for the missing bear and I sent a quick text message to Stella.  

Jeremy: Linus is here, wait 10 minutes 

“Thank god,” he pulls out the bear from behind the couch.  

“How did she get it in there?” I had the kids last Thursday so Linus and Moa could get stuff done for Lily’s birthday.  

“Kids can make anything fit anywhere.” I try not to choke on his statement. Linus is Swedish and I don’t think he got what he just said.  “Anyway, I’m out of the house. Want to grab a beer?” 

Fuck, what do I do? “Uhh, I can’t. Trying not to drink before game days. Keep a clear head.”  

Linus smiles at me like I’m not lying through my teeth.  Well, technically not lying. I am trying not to drink too much. A man had to have limits. I may have a beer with Stella when she comes but I need to get him out of my place first.  

“That’s great, Jer. I knew you could turn it around.”  He looked around my place and smiled. “You’re back and I’m happy.” He gave me a hug. “I’ll get back to Moa and the kids. See you for morning skate.” 

“You bet.” As soon as the door closes, I breathe a sigh of relief. That was close.  I almost violated rule #3 and not even on purpose.  I checked my phone. 

Stella: I just pulled up and saw Linus climbing into his car. I can be up in a few minutes.   Jeremy: cool. Door code is 1924 

I checked to make sure the room was clean and when I heard a knock, I straighten my shirt and open the door.  

“Hey.”  

** 

Stella 

“Hey.” I smiled at the man in front of me.  

Jeremy Swayman.  

Hottest goalie in the league and a 10/10 would ride again.  

But he’s also my best friend’s ex.  

I was conflicted for a long time after Jeremy and I had hooked up. I felt like I was betraying Leia in a way, since Jeremy had been horrible to her. But after hearing his apology and what he was thinking during that time, I realized that Leia was with the right man, and I could take advantage of Jeremy’s... assets.  

I thought it would just that one time.  One magnificent night and a fantastic morning (minus the Bret confrontation.) I really needed it after the number my co-worker and ex did to me. Just the thought of finding them on his couch, her bouncing on him, all because they though I had a long meeting with management. The betrayal was real.  Said co-worker has tried to make amends, considering I am her boss. Ha, she wishes she could.  I haven’t retaliated; that would get me fired. Instead, I have killed her with kindness, especially because the guy she really wanted to hook up with isn’t available.  

At least, not anymore.  

Since it is Jeremy.  

Hey, look at that. Another reason to accept Jeremy’s proposal.  

The petty revenge party is alive and well.  

But back to my reasons for accepting this arrangement. Jeremy is an incredible lover. He would make a girl very happy.  Not just in bed. He was so attentive and wanted to make sure I was comfortable the entire time we were together.  When he came to me with his proposition, I was floored. Not that I got propositioned. That it was Jeremy.  

“What did Linus want?” I asked as I took off my coat.  

“His daughter left her bear here,” he replied, taking my coat to hand it by the door.  After, he came up to me and kissed my cheek. “Hi.”  

I giggled. “Hi.”  

“Soooo,” Jeremy rocked on his heels. “I don’t know what to do.” 

I looked around. “We can sit?” 

“Sure,” he nodded. I’ve never seen him nervous before.  He sits down and rubs his hands on his jeans.  

I sat next to him. “Jeremy, do you even want to do this?” 

He looked down. “I’m nervous. We were pretty intoxicated the first time. I don’t even know if you like me like that.”  

I reached over to cup his cheek and turn his face towards me. “I wouldn’t be here if I didn’t find you attractive, Jer.” I moved and kissed his lips softly. He moved and put his hands on my neck and back, bringing me closer, deepening the kiss.  I moaned and he took the opportunity to taste my mouth. God, he tastes so good. Like hot cocoa with marshmallows. But not regular marshmallows, the Lucky Charms marshmallows. 

Jeremy pulls back to breathe and studies my face. “You are the sexiest woman I have ever seen.” He pulled me close again and kissed me again. This time me pulled me all the way into his lap so I could straddle him. I can feel him underneath me. He’s thick and hot. I really couldn’t walk normally the last time. I grind down onto him, pressing his bulge into my center. “Ah fuck, Stel, can feel how hot you are for me.”  

“Yeah, whatcha gonna do about it?” I tease. And then I find myself on my back against the couch. He’s hoovering over me, keeping his weight off me. “Jeremy,” I whine.  

“That’s good. Such a good girl, crying out for me.” He lowers his hips and presses them into me.  I moan louder and the fucker smirks. “You want me Stel?” I nod and he tsks. “Use your words, baby.”  

“Yes,” I moan out. I push up to him and he growls.  

“That’s not how this is going to work.” He takes my hands and pins them above me with one hand. His other is now skimming over my body. It feels like fire licking my skin, desire bubbling throughout. “I promised to make you feel so good, Stella. I’m gonna start with tasting you, I’m going to tease you.” I shudder and he grins. “I’m gonna fuck you so good that you’ll beg me to stop. But I won’t.” His fingers finally reach my covered pussy and I gasp. “So responsive.” He start to kiss my neck but then whispers, “tell me when you don’t like something and I’ll stop. But I want to keep reminding you that you are better than the people who hurt you.”  

Oh, this man is going to make me cry. But before I get the chance, his hand is now riding up my shirt. “Jeremy,” I whimper.  

“Yes, baby. What do you want?” 

“I want you.”  

Three simple words that change my life forever.  

Jeremy 

Hearing that she wants me to like a choir of angels singing. I grin at her and then shove her shirt up her torso. I let go her her hands so I can yank her shirt off and mine as well. Her fingers trace my pecks and wander down to my abs.  “I know I’ve seen them at work, but holy fuck, your chest is amazing,” she tells me.  

“You like?” 

Her finger traces the vein in my arms. Fuck, it feels like sparks ghosting my arm and it makes me shudder a little.  My cock is definitely harder as she kisses from my wrist up. This girl is trying to top me from the bottom.  I think not. I stand, causing her to pout. “Why?” she whines.  

“Because,” I reply, before I scoop her up and throw her over my shoulder. I take her into my bedroom. I bought new sheets for the bed and washed them so they would be nice and soft for her. Don’t ask me why, I just felt like it. I toss Stella on and she squeals. I grab an ankle and run my knuckles up the inside of her leg. I make it to the top and undo her jeans. She squirms and I flip her to smack her ass. “Stay still.”  

“Oh god,” she moans when I flip her back. I pull her jeans off, leaving her in just a matching pink bra and panties.  I might weep from the view alone. “Touch me,” she whispers.  

No other direction needed.  

I kiss around the edges of her panties, soliciting quick intakes of breath from her. I kiss right over her covered clit and she bucks. I slide my thumbs and pull them off slowly. I may have been drunk when we first did this, but I remember how she liked it, nice and slow. “Finally back at my favorite dessert,” I tell her before I lick her up and down. She groans in pleasure and tries to close her legs. “Nuh-uh, don’t be a bad girl, baby. Let me taste my treat.”  

Christ, this girl is amazing. Everything about her. Her skin, her smile, her moans, her cream, I could be here, between her legs forever.  

“Jer, please.” She thrashes under my hands, and I know that she’s close.  

“Cum, Stel. Be a good girl and cum.”  I roll her clit with my tongue and shove two fingers into her deep. She screams and clamps down on them, strangling my fingers as her pussy pulses around them.  I keep them moving as much as I can to make her climax longer. “Did so good, baby.” I slowly slide my fingers out and then raise them to my mouth. 

“I don’t know why that is the sexiest thing I have ever seen,” she panted out.  

“Just getting started.” I stripped out of my jeans and boxers and grabbed a condom. I roll it on and climb back into bed. “I want to be slow and sweet, but I also want to rail you.” 

She bites her lower lip. “We can do option one later.” 

She is perfect. 

I add a pillow under her ass to give me the right angle. I watch as my cock sinks into her. She’s so warm and tight. She moans when I bottom out in her. I wrap her legs around me and start to  slide in and out, allowing her to adjust. When she squeezes me, I give her a devilish smile. “Hang tight, warrior princess.”  

The scream she let go lets me know that the neighbors might complain. But damm if it doesn’t inflate my ego more. I love watching my cock stuff her pussy, watching the cream gather on the condom. One day, I’ll feel her bare but right now, I’m in heaven. I change my position so I am fully on top of her. Her nails claw at my skin but that’s just a mark of possessiveness. She cries out my name over and over as I pin her to the bed.  

I lift a leg to open her up more and I slide in more. “Ah fuck, Stella, I’m so close.  Please tell me you’re close.”  There is no way in hell I will cum before she does again.  

“Yes, please don’t stop,” she begs.  

I reach down and stroke her swollen bud, feeling the shudders that run through her body. “Come on baby, give me what I want.” I pinch her clit gently, listening to her cry out before her body detonates. I help her ride out her orgasm and I can’t take it anymore. I groan out a “fuck yes” as my own orgasm washes over me and I fill the condom.  I slowed down and stopped, looking her over. “Are you ok?”  

Stella’s eyes are glassy. “I’m good,” she pants. She looks up at me. “God Sway, you tried to kill me again.”  

“Says the woman who tried to kill me but strangling my cock.” I gently pull out and throw out the condom. I looked in the mirror. I looked like myself again before shit hit the fan. I washed and headed back to Stella. She’s curled up in the middle and I chuckle. I climb in and pull her into me. “I think this is a great arrangement.”  

“You would.” She kissed my chest which made me moan a little. I made her tilt her head so i could kiss her.  

“Tell me you want this. That you want me.” I made her look into my eyes.  

“I want you Jeremy. But I’m not ready to have more. I hope that’s ok.”  

I kiss her forehead and let her head lay on my chest. “I want you too Stel.” But I can’t speak agreement that I don’t want more because I do. I’m an idiot to agree to just be friends.  

I’m pretty sure I want more with her.  

NEXT

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maybe unpopular opinions under the cut… read at ur own discretion but sorta just mad at tumblr lol

i’ve been trying to figure out like my beef with the x reader smut scene is cos usually if i’m annoyed about something it would eventually just go away but this is persistent. like i am continually annoyed with the x reader smut scene on tumblr and i think i may have figured out why.

it’s sorta to do with tumblr’s awful tagging system and sorta to do with blanket-tags.

tumblr’s tags— picture this; you hate car smut. you never want to read it. you know that you’ll never want to! cos thats your preference! but seeing it more when you know you don’t like it makes you dislike it even further.

currently, while you can hide it, you can see how prolific it is in the tag, hidden beneath the worlds most enticing button.

imagine, ao3 style, you filter out those results altogether. not even shown. greater searching, less seeing what you don’t wanna see! this is what tumblr lacks at the moment and as such, you have one giant stream of everything, tagged with as much shit people can think of for so-called ‘reach’.

which brings me to the blanket-tag.

every scope of smut possible files under one main tag ‘character x reader smut’. that’s it. we all use the same one, regardless of how different the pieces may be.

some people write smut for smuts sake and it’s au’s or genderbend’s or aged!up or noncon or whatever filthy thing you can think of — and all of that is valid, delicious smut. there are also people who write with the character in mind and it’s closer to a character study, in the medium of smut. also delicious, also valid smut.

i was pondering why i don’t have these issues with character x character smut — and it’s because they have the PWP tag. porn without plot. the whatever filthy shit they can think of! it’s right there in the tag! this is pure porn and that’s the point of it!

x reader does not have an equivalent tag.

this is what bugs me, the persistent annoyance i can’t shake. sometimes i’m in the mood for just well written porn where i ignore the fact that position would totally ruin my knees or whatever. sometimes i’m in the mood for a whole set up of going from enemies to lovers and ending in a tender show of trust by sleeping together. both are GREAT — but i want to be able to differentiate.

x reader needs a tag to filter between smut for smut’s sake (SFSS anyone?) and something a little more story-orientated. this is so much longer than i expected but please tell me if anyone else feels this 😭

[jokerislandgirl32]

Ziolet Songs: Day Eleven

Day 11: Can’t Help Falling in Love

Wise men say Only fools rush in But I can't help falling in love with you Shall I stay? Would it be a sin If I can't help falling in love with you?

Like a river flows Surely to the sea Darling, so it goes Some things are meant to be

Take my hand Take my whole life, too For I can't help falling in love with you

Five days late, but here we are! I promise I will post all 31 songs in celebration of Zach and Violet’s 10 year wedding anniversary this month, but I will be extending it out into November since I’ve gotten behind.

For now I leave you with this song! For Violet this song is representative of her devotion to Zach. Even when she realized he was in another relationship she did not give up on her hope of one day being with him. She knew “some things are meant to be,” and she prayed that would be true for them.

Below you can find a fanfic excerpt I posted on tumblr a few years ago that many of you have not seen! I am reposting it here! Please note the excerpt contains mentions of a panic attack and angsty feelings.

“Heellllooooo, Violet? Special delivery for my dearest cousin, it’s your latest edition of the ‘stalking my crush gazette!’” My cousin Paige happily announced as she bounced into the house with a newspaper and magazine in hand. 

“Can you please stop it,” I groaned in embarrassment. 

Paige winked at me, “when you ask him out, I will! I’m ready to be your matron of honor, you know.”

“You know I can’t do that…and you just got married, do you really want to endure another wedding?” I murmured. 

“Well it’s obvious he’s not going to do it, and if he did he’d run away afterwards….I really thought you were the only one who did that, but he’s just as bad as you are, you truly are meant for each other. And absolutely, love is in the air, let’s just go crazy and have you and mom get married to your true loves this year too!” 

I snorted and rolled my eyes as Paige took a seat on a barstool beside me at the kitchen counter. She flipped through a popular celebrity magazine, and I scanned the paper I especially ordered from Massachusetts to keep up on the happenings of Varmitech Industries, and by extension Zach. 

After a few minutes of us silently reading, Paige let out a quiet gasp, I looked to her and saw her snap the magazine shut and move it away from my line of sight at an alarming rate. She looked at me with a pained expression. 

“What’s wrong,” I joked, “it looks like you’ve seen a ghost? Did your favorite boy band break up or something?” 

“No, it’s not that, it’s ummm, it’s nothing…” she spoke with an anxious tone to her voice, and she looked away from me. 

I felt my heart rate accelerate, I knew Paige, something was wrong…she was hiding something, “Paige, come on, you can tell me, what’s going on, it can’t be that bad…”

She opened the magazine to the page she’d tried to hide from me, and she pointed at it as a tear silently rolled down her cheek, “he’s with someone….”

My heart dropped into my stomach as I chanced a look at the page she was pointing to, there was a picture of Zach, and a headline that read, “CEO of Varmitech Industries Has Mystery Lover.”

My mouth dropped open in shock, and I stood up quickly, knocking the barstool over in my wake. I grasped my V butterfly necklace as the breath I did not know I’d been holding left my mouth in a strangled sob. I backed away from Paige and the counter, and I began to hyperventilate. I covered my mouth with my hands to hold back my sobs when the tears began streaming down my face. 

My quaking knees gave way, and I fell to the floor, succumbing to a full blown panic attack. Paige wrapped her arms around me, pulling me against her, trying her best to calm me. All I could think was what an idiot I’d been, I’d fallen in love with someone who belonged to someone else. Someone who would never be mine…no matter how much I wanted him to be mine. 

VvvvvvvVvvvvvV

I walked by the ocean that evening fingering the butterfly necklace Zach had given me only a couple months before on the night he kissed me, the night I thought he’d fallen in love with me. I quietly sang the lyrics to “Can’t Help Falling In Love:”

“Like a river flows

Surely to the sea

Darling, so it goes

Some things are meant to be…

Take my hand

Take my whole life, too

For I can't help falling in love with you…”

I let out a growl of frustration, and I unhooked the necklace, preparing to throw it into the ocean. Before I could do it, I reached up to wipe the tears from my eyes and saw that a small, perfectly shaped red and black scallop seashell had washed ashore by my feet. 

I picked it up and ran my thumb over the surface of the shell, and I took a deep breath before I pocketed it. The shell had Zach’s colors…that had to mean something…I refastened the necklace, and whispered, “‘some things are meant to be…’”

[winterrrnight]

prompt list 3

as always, I am not taking any credit for any of these. These are collected off various sources from the internet mostly tumblr and pinterest. find prompt list 1 here and prompt list 2 here.

“You can call me whenever you want… even if you don’t have a reason to.”

“No like … it’s just, I can’t believe you are wearing my clothes.”

“I know I haven’t always been in the past, but I am here now. I am trying. Please, just let me in.”

“Do everything as I say, and we both might as well live to tell the tale.”

“Please tell me that at least a part of it was real.”

“Just because you’re beautiful and a good kisser does not mean I forgive you.” “I’m beautiful?”

“Get up, get up, the sunrise is so pretty and the birds are chirping and the clouds are pink!” “You know what else is pretty? Sleep.”

“Should I stop talking?” “No, your voice is very soothing.”

“My last date didn’t go so well, and now they are stalking me. Can you please pretend we’re dating so I can get them off my back?”

“Do you think they’ll notice if I sneak in a kiss?”

“I feel strange when you are around.” “Do you have a fever or something?”

“C’mere. Sit down. Tell me what’s going on.”

“I’m your friend, of course I care!”

“C’mere, you can sit on my lap until I am done working.”

“Hey! Stay away from them!” “What?” “You heard me, take a step back. Now 3 more. Now 20 more. Now the rest of the numbers until you reach your house and stay there forever.”

“Actually, we’re leaving. We have something to get to.” “No we don’t – oh, okay fine I’ll call you guys later.”

“Why don’t you just jam your knee right up my crotch? It's 100% fine, yeah, I am totally okay with that.”

“My family was never the touchy-feely type.”

“You look like you’re from the rain and sauce era.” “...excuse me?” “You know, rain and sauce.” “Do, do you mean renaissance?”

“It won’t be easy you know – loving me.”

“You can’t just lose your temper like this each time you get a little upset!”

“It’s not too windy for you, right?”

“Well, I put it on the grocery list!” “I didn’t think I needed the list!” “Of course you needed the list!”

“All I ever wanted was you to take care of me.”

“Let me do that, you should rest.”

“When I told you I loved you, you know I meant it right? I’m not just talking about all those warm feelings. I’m talking about putting in all the work. I’m here to stay for the hard parts, not just the pretty ones.”

“When you were drunk last night, you kept on saying I kiss better than anyone. Which is weird, since we’ve never kissed.”

“I don’t need a reason to bring you flowers, I just wanted to.”

“You know, we have to be the only best friends who do this.”

“Why are you on the table?” “Better view of life.” “...where’s the spider?” “By the door.”

[ikeucity]

𝗪𝗛𝗢 𝗜𝗦 𝗜𝗞𝗘𝗨𝗖𝗜𝗧𝗬

𝗜𝗡𝗧𝗥𝗢𝗗𝗨𝗖𝗧𝗜𝗢𝗡.

i’m keuri, 23, living in the philippines, working full-time remotely. being a certified homebody, i’m not exactly avoiding social interaction like it’s the plague—I just prefer my own company. introverted as fuck, no real-life engene friends (as much as i'd love to have some). so, tumblr became my outlet for all the enhypen delusions and nsfw thoughts swirling in my head on the daily. outside of work which i actually enjoy doing (not me being a workaholic), i’m in a relationship and live with my partner. honestly, i relate to jay on a spiritual level—my love language is acts of service and gift-giving, and i’m always doing something for the people i love. (i swear he doesn't know how spoiled he is) he also knows that i write smut and is my first boyfriend who hadn't been weirded out by me liking enhypen), he's super supportive and i am very grateful. you’ll usually catch me cooking, cleaning, or yelling at my valorant teammates to plant the goddamn spike (because why is it so hard for people to listen?!). i’m not a hardcore gamer or anything, but i enjoy playing with my boyfriend and his friends—keeps things interesting. and when i’m not getting fucked over by my valo teammates, i’m knee-deep in my enhypen fantasies. i’m always jotting down new ideas, watching their videos, tiktok edits, or reading imagines. enhypen’s music is always my background soundtrack, and sometimes i swear i hear my neighbors blasting it too. i’ve honestly wondered if i have a fellow engene neighbor, but i’ve never had the nerve to actually find out (not after they had only if you say yes on repeat for days). i’ve lived here for 2 years and don’t know a single one of them, and i’m kinda okay with that. i’m also a huge anime fan—and i’m always down to try new things. whether it's a fresh anime, a wild fic idea, or something a little more… explicit, i’m all in.

𝗪𝗥𝗜𝗧𝗜𝗡𝗚 𝗦𝗧𝗬𝗟𝗘.

let’s get this straight: i write what i want, and i don’t care what anyone else thinks about it. i’m willing to do a lot of things when it comes to writing, and i’ve got endless ideas, but my favorite? the forbidden trope. i live for the danger, the tension, the steamy “this-shouldn’t-happen-but-it’s-gonna-happen” vibe. don’t expect me to write what you want—if you don’t like it, feel free to fuck off. i won’t be adjusting for anyone’s preferences, so read at your discretion. if it’s not your thing? move along. i’m obsessed with slow burn—the kind that builds until you can barely stand it. my stories? expect a whole lot of smut, angst, and unresolved tension. i don’t take requests, but don’t worry, there’s always something in the works. i love multi-member stories, but i’ve got a ton of single-member ideas just waiting to be written.

𝗪𝗛𝗢 𝗜𝗦 𝗠𝗬 𝗕𝗜𝗔𝗦 𝗜𝗡 𝗘𝗡𝗛𝗔?

jake’s got my whole damn heart (the man is chef’s kiss), but i also love jungwon a little too fucking much. let’s be real though, i’m a sucker for all of them—but yeah, jake and jungwon? they own me.

welcome to my chaotic, steamy world, where the fantasies never end, the smut's hotter than hell, and no one in my real life knows how deep this enhypen rabbit hole goes.

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[mwagneto]

sherlock & co. review from an insane person (me) coz this is like. the 25th? sherlock adaptation i've checked out so ofc i have opinions on everything ever. and ik ppl who work on indie podcasts browse tumblr sometimes so just in case you work on this DON'T click keep reading, this post is not for youuu shoo. thanks x

ok so far it's like. fine? which is lowkey sad coz i wish it was smtg i really liked but it hasn't gripped me yet which is a shame but yknow. early days. i'm giving it time since it's only 15 episodes so far

my main issue is like. i really wish it wasn't so obviously influenced by bbc but it just so clearly is which is a shaaame like it's better than bbc in every aspect but yknow. not a high bar to clear. like it kinda feels like they liked a lot of things abt bbc and set out to fix the bad parts (h&w friendship being nonexistent, the mysteries being shit) but just kept the rest? in some places keeping things that were invented by bbc which is. baffling tbh

i'm not really picky when it comes to h&w personalities like i think it's fine to just do whatever you want w them, i think it's really fun when an adaptation gives them different personalities than what you're used to but, and this is where it feels far too bbc-ish for comfort, i just don't like it when sherlock is a cunt for no reason? like. he's not a mean person he's only mean in bbc coz moffat thought house md was cool and ripped it off. can we stop making him mean pleeeease 😭 he's just some guy..................

h&w relationship wise it's like... ok so i tend to go into adaptations with a fully clean slate so like i never let my general attachment to them influence how i view them in specific adaptations, the work itself needs to sell me on both the characters and the relationship and like... here neither of those really happened yet which makes me sad coz i think by now it should've but i'm giving it time. at least they're friends and i like that watson is useful for cases/knows things holmes doesn't sometimes coz thats like. such an essential element to sh stories for me and a loooottt of adaptations tend to just completely forget it so that's a win but idk if anything they're too tame? like i dont expect a romance but they can't just be casual friends they need to be bat shit crazy about each other. to me. but like maybe that'll develop over the rest of the podcast we'll see

kinda related to that point but case-wise i think holmes is a bit too ahead of everyone else sometimes which isn't inherently a problem but it does once again smell of bbc which like. noone should ever emulate moffat writing don't do that 🙏 god bles. but i've been able to solve every case along with/before the mcs which is like. thee point of mystery stories for me so yea i really like the stories themselves so far, especially the way they manage to make them solvable even without visuals or narration. OH and i almost forgot but i rly like the soundtrack, i love it when sh soundtracks have a heavy emphasis on violins coz. yknow

howeverr i am on my hands and knees begging them not to give watson a girlfriend tho like please oh myfffucking god . obvs watsonlock doesn't usually factor into my enjoyment of adaptations given that like. y'know. out of the hundreds out there theres only two where either of them is even gay so it's not something i expect nor require but like. to me it is essential that these two ppl are insane abt each other and don't really have anyone else, definitely noone important. like even the rdj movies got this despite ritchie's obsession w the 2 men 1 woman dynamic so idk why i'm constantly having to wage a war against random unnecessary romances for either watson or, god forbid, holmes. when the only interesting relationship either of these men have is with each other. that one granada holmes quote about them choosing not to include mary coz holmes and watson dont need anyone else etc etc. like i seriously dislike it when they introduce anyone else like cmonnnnnn thog dont care

anyway tldr. i guess if asked to pick a short description i'd say. promising? i hope it's gonna be good in the long run. the way they do mysteries is already something i like so. i hope they keep that up and i hope the h&w relationship evolves into something i enjoy coz so far i'm like. i can see the bones of smtg i'll potentially like but it's not there yet. but also like. this is an indie production i'm listening to for free so ion wanna rip into it these are mainly just what i liked/disliked based on the preferences i developed with this one quick trick (grow up completely insane abt sherlock holmes -> consume every adaptation that you can get your paws on -> no profit)

[karespocketboyfriends]

𝙾𝚑, 𝙷𝚘𝚠 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚃𝚊𝚋𝚕𝚎𝚜 𝚃𝚞𝚛𝚗

Sylus X Evie (OC)

Warnings -> 18+ NSFW (penetration/oral from both sides/lead switch/use of ‘miss, sir, kitten, sweetie’/use of collar & leash on Sylus/orgasm denial), situationship dynamic

An original fan-fiction for Love and Deepspace. I appreciate reblogs but reposting to Tumblr or any other site is not okay with me.

“Doesn’t someone look comfortable?” Sylus voice echoes in the empty room, the ‘throne room’ I like to call it. His eyes fixate on me as he locks the door behind him. “So, that’s where my jacket went.”

I sip from the wine glass in my hand, all the practice I’ve accumulated over the last year and a half helping me remain unbothered. Yes, I’m sitting in my boss’ massive chair with his signature coat draped over my shoulders. So what?

“You took your sweet time getting here.” I lick the wine from my lips and set the glass on a small table next to the chair. “I thought lackeys were supposed to drop everything when their boss calls.”

His lips curl into a smirk that would make a dog tuck its tail between its legs. “My apologies. Luke and Kieran said you called, but they didn’t say where you’d be.”

His shoes tap against the marble floor as he makes his way over at a leisurely pace. He steps up onto the dais and stops, his powerful gaze searing my skin as he drinks me in. Me, dressed in nothing but his jacket, black heels, and a brand new black lingerie set with lots of lace and straps.

“You’ve racked up quite a bill, kitten.” Sylus says, closing the distance between us in a two long strides. He stops when his shin touches my crossed knees.

I tilt my head and smirk up at him. “I seem to recall someone saying ‘don’t make me look broke’ while handing me their black card the night before. I guess I did a good job.”

Three-hundred dollars at the bookstore, two-thousand on new outfits, six-thousand at the most high end lingerie boutique I could find. Compared to what Onychinus has in its accounts, I’ve merely spent pennies.

“I told you to buy gifts for yourself.” He leans over and braces a hand on each armrest, caging me in. “But it seems you couldn’t stop yourself from spoiling me.”

“Bold of you to assume I’m here to spoil you.” I pinch his chin between my thumb and index finger. “There’s something else I want.”

“You’re greedy, kitten.” He grabs my wrist and brings my fingers to his lips, nipping the tips with his teeth. “I’ve given you my card, my title for the night, free rein to use my men as you please, and yet, you want more?”

Satisfaction takes route as I recall the pissed off looks some of the men had as I ordered them to scrub down the base. It’s a task I assigned to the ones who make a point to give me a hard time whenever Sylus isn’t looking.

“Sounds like someone should have chosen their words more carefully. Don’t you know telling me that I can ‘do whatever I want’ is dangerous?” I lean forward a little, just enough for my lips to reach his chin. “Don’t tell me you’re going back on your word?”

“Do you take me for a man who goes back on his word?”

“No.” Straightening myself out again, I smile sweetly and reach behind me. I wrap my fingers around the leather collar and chain leash, then hold it up to show him. “What do you say, Sylus? Make a birthday girl happy?”

His eyes narrow, a breathy chuckle escaping him. “You want to leash me?”

“Only if you’re comfortable.”

“Sweetie,” Sylus brings his lips to my ear. “If you want to tame me, I welcome you to try. Just know that the second this collar comes off, I am going to ravage you until your mind breaks.”

I bite back a moan at his sinful promise. “You should wait before saying such things. How do you know I won’t run you into the ground first?”

I fasten the collar around his neck, taking my time doing so. Sylus is pure arrogance as he watches me, his smirk so insufferable I want to put his mouth to better use.

I will soon enough.

“Too tight?” I ask, peering up at him.

His amusement only seems to grow. “It’s snug.”

“Good.” I wrap the chain around my fist and study him, trying to decide where and how to start. Then, I think of how he usually initiates the start of our games. “What do we say when we want this game to end, Sy?”

One of his brows raise, and I can’t tell if it’s from the unexpected nickname or from my question. Regardless, he plays along. “Crow.”

Something deep inside of me buzzes at his obedience. “Again.”

“Crow.” He dips his mouth to my ear again. “Remember, Evie, that the only reason you have this semblance of control is because I’m allowing it.”

I bite back a moan, determined to remain strong against the poison that is his baritone whispers. His claim is entirely true, and that’s what will make this experience all the more arousing. “It’s ’Miss’ to you.”

Sylus dips his head in acknowledgment, crimson eyes sparkling with mischief as he corrects himself. “Miss.”

It’s a fight to keep from squeezing my thighs together. “Good boy.”

I take a second to appreciate the way his brows pull together, then I tug on the chain until his lips fall onto mine.

When Sylus leads a kiss, it’s brutal, dominating, and all consuming. He robs you of everything that you are and moulds your will to his own desires. He offers none of that this time, merely playing along with my slower pace. It’s new and exciting and is making my blood run with a power I’ve never felt before.

The boss of Onychinus, a man feared by the most dangerous of men, is indulging in his assistant’s whims.

Without dropping the leash, my fingers find the buttons of his shirt and start popping them out one by one while simultaneously tugging on his lower lip with my teeth. Sylus hisses, and I use the opportunity to push my tongue into his mouth.

One of his hands slips into my hair, grabbing a fistful of the roots. I pull back with a tut and pause my work to tap the tip of his nose. “Ah ah. I didn’t give you permission to touch me.”

His nostrils flare, eyes narrowing, the muscle in his jaw ticking. I wait, part of me eager to see if he’ll ask for permission, a larger part knowing he won’t. Sylus may have given me the reins, but that doesn’t mean he won’t find ways to fight me. That’s just the kind of man he is; always having the upper hand even when he wants you to think otherwise.

He releases my hair and returns his hand to the armrest, fingers digging into the red leather.

“Stubborn.” I roll my eyes and go back to undoing the buttons. “If you want to touch me, all you have to do is ask nicely.”

He breathes a chuckle. “Do you think I would ever ask permission to touch what’s mine?”

“But I’m not yours this time.” With the last button finally out of the way, I push his sleeves down his shoulders until the shirt pools at his wrists. “You’re mine.”

Sylus’ stomach tightens as I trail a finger down the centre line of his abs. His next breath comes out on the heavy side, eyes closing and head dipping as if trying to fight off the feeling of my hands exploring his skin. Though this sensitivity of his isn’t a new discovery, being able to focus on and memorize the dips and ridges of his muscles without some kind of distraction is rare.

The bulge in his pants is noticeable, and a devil on my shoulder whispers in my ear. Biting the inside of my cheek, I glide my hand down the length of his body until I’m palming him through the fabric.

His hips buck, then he’s laughing. It comes from deep in his throat and almost sounds pained. “Is that all you’ve got, Miss? I’m disappointed.”

“Big talk for someone who looks like he’s about to combust.” Leaning forward, I graze my lips over his chest. “Is there something you want to ask me, Sy?”

Another chuckle. “You’re so desperate to see me beg, Miss. I wonder who’s really in charge here?” Sylus blows a gentle stream of air across my cheek, making me jump in surprise. “Why don’t you take off the collar and go back to being my special girl? I won’t even punish you.”

A moan works its way into my throat, but I swallow it down before it can escape. Glaring up at him, I pull my hand away and press my thumb against his lips. “I think it’s time we find a better use for that mouth of yours-”

Sylus catches my thumb between his teeth and massages the pad with his tongue, one corner of his mouth curling at the way my jaw goes slack. “You should see the look on your face right now.”

Shaking my head to snap myself out of it, I puff out my cheeks and give the leash a sharp tug. “Get on your knees. Now.”

He doesn’t look happy with the command, but complies anyway. I uncross my legs and bring them up so that my knees are bent, heels planted firmly on the edge of the chair. Then I pull on the chain again until Sylus is closer to where I want him - where I need him.

One eyebrow raising, he shifts his gaze from my body to me. “Are you insinuating that you want me to touch you, Miss?”

I tilt my head and flash a grin. “Do I need to spell it out for you? Actually, I’ll just show you.”

Before he can open his mouth for another arrogant response, I place a hand on the back of his head and pull his face between my thighs. Sylus chuckles and gives the inside of my thigh a gentle bite. Then, he pulls my underwear aside and slices through my wet folds with his tongue.

It’s my hips that buck this time, a long, quiet moan escaping. I slid my hand from the back of his head to the top, knotting my fingers in his hair and resting my other arm comfortably over my stomach. Sylus’ hands are still gripping the armrests, and though I desperately want to feel them on my thighs, holding me open so I can’t deny him, my stubbornness to make him ask for permission to touch me wins out.

“Sylus,” I breathe, feeling a knot start to take form in the pit of my stomach. “That feels really good.”

Still working to unravel me, Sylus glances up. Those signature bold eyes of his make my senses skyrocket, sends pins and needles racing through my core. I’m on the cusp of release-

His tongue changes its pattern, slowing down until his strokes are long and no longer rhythmic.

The feeling that had been building fizzles out. I open my eyes and glare down at him, irritated by the glimmer in his gaze. “Seriously?”

“Was I supposed to make something happen?” He speaks against me, his breath tickling the sensitive skin. “You didn’t give me an order.”

I huff. He’s really not going to make this easy for me. “Make me come, Sylus. Whatever you have to do, just make me come.”

It’s a total cop out, but I don’t care.

Sylus smirks, and it’s the only warning I get before his hands are suddenly on my thighs, dragging me a little further down the chair. He uses his shoulders to keep my legs apart, bands an arm across my stomach to pin me down, and reattaches his mouth to me so fast I almost choke on a gasp.

“Fuck!” I cry, clawing at my lingerie. The jacket still draped around me. The top of the chair. “Yes! Oh, god!”

He’s devouring me, pushing all the buttons he knows will render me useless. My ears ring with my climax, back bowing so deeply that if it wasn’t for him securing me in place, I probably would have slid off the chair.

Chest heaving when I come back down, I scramble to separate myself from his burning mouth. “S-Stop. Enough!”

I push on his forehead, and he backs off. Licking his lips, he chuckles at the state of me. “Ready to give up?”

Breathless, and still feeling the aftershocks, I glare at him in response. When my limbs are willing to obey me again, I lift a leg and press my heel into his chest, carefully shoving him away and loosening the length of the chain so I have room to maneuver. Turning my back to him, I dig my knees into the leather cushion and lean my upper half against the back of the chair, arms resting on top of it. I make a point of slowly looking back over my shoulder, smirking at the predatory shine in his eyes.

Right now, he looks like a caged animal, one that’s patiently waiting to be unleashed. He’s somewhat docile now, but the second I set him free…

My spine tingles in anticipation. Not yet. “Up, Sylus.”

He scoffs, but rises. “You’re getting a little too comfortable ordering me around, Miss.”

Now that he’s standing, I loop the leash around my fist again, tightening it until his lips are within reach of my own. This time, the kiss is a battle, a war for control. Sylus is a patient man, but everyone has their limits. His is starting to thin, and I want nothing more than to bring him to the brink of snapping.

His hand wraps around my throat, and I moan into his mouth. Instead of scolding him for touching like last time, I push my hips back, pressing my ass into his groin.

Sylus hisses, but doesn’t rock against me the way I hope for. He’s standing his ground, slipping back into the dominating role that, rightfully, is his. “Now, Miss, I think it’s time you set things back to the way they normally are.”

“No.” I giggle against his lips, which were hovering right above mine, so close his breathes are tickling my skin. The grin that pulls at his lips in response to my refusal is almost sinister. “I’m still playing.”

Sneaking a hand between us, I palm his bulge again. His next inhale is sharp, gaze so intense it feels as though it’s burning through me. It’s a dare, I realize, and decide to take him up on it. I fumble with the button on his slacks, pull the zipper down, and free him. Sylus is firm in my hand, doesn’t argue as I line him up at my entrance.

“Do it.” I command.

He’s buried to the hilt a moment later, my arousal making it easy to take all of him in one go. A sound escapes me at the stretch, something between a moan and a sigh that turns into a pathetic keening at his lack of urgency to move.

“Sy,” I sing his name in a teasing tone. “You’re being stubborn again.”

He nips my earlobe, hands gripping the top of the chair on either side of me, caging me between his toned arms. “Am I being stubborn, or are you forgetting that you’re supposed to be running the show, Miss?”

I’m starting to believe that ‘running the show’ isn’t what I imagined it to be. Perhaps it’s just old habits wiggling their way in, but being told what to do is much less work and a lot more fun than doing the telling.

But I’m still not ready to hand over the reins. Not yet.

I puff out my cheeks and widen my stance a little. It comes more from muscle memory than anything else, night after night of Sylus ruining me ingrained into my very being. “I never give you this much of a hard time.”

He chuckles and brushes his lips over my cheek, silver hair tickling my temple. “No, you don’t.”

That’s all I get from him. The lack of praise throughout this experience is starting to get to me, but if I admit that, I may as well take off his collar and put it around my own neck.

I shake off the thought, the voice whispering in the back of my mind to call it quits, and take my pleasure into my own hands. It’s different, moving back and forth on him instead of being told to stay still and take it. It’s… a mess. My pace is sloppy and uneven, my body unable to figure out how to make him reach the spots I want. Going too fast throws my balance off, and I’m not physically strong enough to take him any harder. Then there’s my lack of stamina, my thighs already beginning to burn at the effort.

“Would you like some help, Miss?” Sylus asks. I don’t need to look to know that he’s smirking, I can hear it in his voice.

“Shut. Up.”

Thirty seconds later, I all but collapse against the back of the chair, unable to keep it up any longer. A laugh comes from behind me, one so full of arrogance it both pisses me off and does me in.

I concede.

Frustrated but content with the fun I’ve had, I recite the most basic mental prayer I can come up with and tug on the leash, bringing Sylus’ head closer. Keeping my eyes forward, I reach up and fumble with the collar’s buckle until it comes loose and falls from his neck.

Time seems to stop as the collar and chain hit the floor, the dull thud echoing. The air in the room shifts drastically, becoming so heavy and intense it’s almost suffocating.

In the blink of an eye, I suddenly find myself turned sideways on the chair, knees still on the cushion but forearms bracing on the armrest.

One of his hands is in my hair, lightly pulling on the roots as he grabs a fist full. “Open.”

Heat and relief rushes through my body at the familiarity of his commanding voice, and I swallow him down as deeply as my throat will allow. It burns at first, the thickness of him always a challenge, but my gag reflex doesn’t trigger. I’ve had enough practice over the last ten months we’ve been messing around to train it.

“That’s it.” Sylus growls, rubbing circles onto my scalp with his thumb. “You’re much better suited to pleasing me than giving orders.”

I hum around him in agreement, and his fingers tighten in my hair. I subconsciously cross my ankles and squeeze my thighs together, seeking out friction to combat the need building in me. The chances of him giving me anything right now are low, especially after the stunt I just pulled. So instead of asking him to touch me, I put all of my focus into making him feel good.

“Good girl.” Sylus praises after some time. I pull off him for a break, needing a proper chance to catch my breath, and he tilts my chin up until my eyes meet his. “Is this your way of telling me you’re sorry?”

I nod and part my lips for him when he presses his thumb against them. “I’m sorry, Sir.”

He clicks his tongue. “That’s not a sincere apology. I thought I taught you better than that, Evie.”

The way my name rolls off his tongue has a low, quiet moan escaping. “I’m sorry for stepping out of line earlier, Sir.”

“Better.”

His massive hand wraps around my throat, and he guides me up until my back is straight. Sylus claims my mouth, thumb and index finger braced against either side of my jaw so he can hold my mouth open for his tongue to invade. I feel as though I’m being branded, and it makes the space between my thighs start to pulse with desire. My hands urge to touch him, but I keep them at my sides. Doing anything without permission will only make him deny me longer.

I’m gasping for air when he finally breaks the kiss. I don’t need a mirror to know my face is flushed - my entire body probably is. “Thank you, Sir.”

“Oh?” He chuckles, and wipes away a wet spot on the corner of my mouth. “What are you thanking me for? I haven’t said I forgave you.”

My eyes go wide. “B-But-!”

“Ah-ah.” He kisses me again, just a long, single kiss. “If you really mean it, you’re going to have to do a lot better than that to prove it to me. Wrap your arms around me.”

I loop them over his shoulders and behind his neck. Sylus scoops me up from beneath my thighs and sits in his chair, placing me on his lap so I’m straddling him.

“Up.” He commands, tapping my hip.

I lift myself onto my knees, holding onto his shoulders for support. He doesn’t scold me for it, either because he doesn’t care or because he’s too focused on lining himself up. I bite my lip as his tip brushes against my sensitive skin, and without thinking, I prepare to sink down on him.

The way his hand squeezes my hip alerts me to my mistake. “Don’t. You know better.”

I squeeze my eyes shut. Not because I can’t face him, but because my need to be filled is getting painful. “I-I’m sorry, Sir.”

With a deep hum, Sylus gently pinches my right nipple through my bra. The sudden touch has me gasping and arching my back. “You’re making a lot of apologizes tonight. I wonder if you’ll be able to keep up with them all.”

He soothes the area with a flick of his tongue, the lingerie material thin enough that I can feel it easily. My thighs start to tremble, the tease of him being right there becoming too much to bear. “I will, Sir. I promise.”

“I’m holding you to that.” His eyes briefly flicker down to where we’re almost connected. “Show me how sorry you are, Evie.”

Now that I finally have his permission, I sink down on him. My body doesn’t need any time to adjust, my walls still ready and eager to accept him. Sylus doesn’t offer any direction, neither verbal nor physical - he just sits back and watches me, leaving me to figure it out of my own.

And this, for some reason, peaks my arousal higher than it had been all night.

Moving is much easier in this position, as I’m able to find more momentum in the up and down strokes as opposed to back and forth, but it doesn’t take long for my lack of stamina to kick in again. My hamstrings start to burn, but I chose to ignore it and push through.

“Stop.” Sylus’ voice cuts through the fog of my simmering pleasure, and though I whine about it, I’m grateful for the break. “I told you to show me how sorry you are, not to strain yourself.” His chuckle rings in my blood. “What? Do you need me to tell you what to do, sweetie? I thought you liked to lead things on your own.”

Jerk.

With another whine, I shake my head. “No, Sir. I like when you’re in control.”

He hums. “That’s what I thought.”

He grips my hips, but instead of moving me up and down the way I had been, he guides me forward and back. My jaw drops at the rush of pleasure that follows. “Oh, fuck…”

Moving this way has him repeatedly hitting a spot inside me that sends sparks rushing down my spine. Pressure starts to build in the pit of my stomach, one that keeps getting stronger and stronger with each rock.

Eyes squeezing shut, nails digging into his shoulders, I fight to keep from falling apart. “Can I come, Sir?”

“Oh? Do you think you deserve to come after your behaviour tonight, Evie?”

I don’t, but I’m so close to release, I’ll do anything to make it happen. “Please, Sir?”

He hums, making a show of thinking about it. “No.”

Hands on my waist, Sylus lifts me off him, abruptly cutting me off. I cry out in protest, nails biting into his shoulders. “I said I was sorry!”

“I know.” Sylus kisses my shoulder. It’s terribly gentle, a complete contrast to the cruelty he just showed. “I forgive you, but I’m in control. I don’t mind spending the whole night retraining you.”

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[anal-queen-waifu]

Obey

The night is early and we both find ourselves on the couch in the living room, whiskey in hand, relaxing after a long day. I drink mine a bit too fast and I can slowly feel myself getting tipsy. I glance over and see you carelessly scrolling through tumblr and, as I catch quick glympses of the images that rush through the screen, my mind wonders to all the teasing that happened during the day. How he came over while I was taking a short nap, pulled down my pants and undies, teased me with his fingers then slid his cock in. Fucked me thoroughly, made me cum over and over again, stretched both my holes then just left without finishing, leaving me wanting more.

As these thoughts go through my head I feel a fire starting in my loins. I crave that he finishes what he started. I crave him. I get off my chair and start undressing behind him then I put on the black strappy lingerie and leave out the panties and bra. He randomly turns to check on what I'm doing and his eyes lock onto me. I can see the need light up in his eyes. He gets up and takes the collar from a nearby drawer and as he's coming towards me to put it on I kneel before him. He brushes the hair out of the way and puts the collar on. "There's something missing" he says as he goes towards the toy box and brings out the cuffs. He walks towards me and I raise my arms one by one to have him cuff me. This is going to be fun! I've been wanting to try this for some time. After placing them on my wrists, he tells me to put my hands behind my back and he closes them. Restrained. On my knees. Ready to worship. I feel such a thrill going through my body, my mind is silenced, full of him and nothing else.

He says nothing more but there's a primal expression on his face. He caresses my hair, my face, my lips, letting me know I am safe with him. And then his fingers make his way towards my mouth, prying my lips open. "Stick out your tongue". I obey and he traces his fingers across my tongue before shoving two of them in my throat, making me gag. He then takes them out and takes a step forward bringing his half erect cock to my lips. He grabs it and slaps my tongue a few times before slowly starting to slide it in. He teases my mouth for a little while before telling me that he'll be right back and to wait for him.

Kneeling before him felt so good that I remain there, on my knees, patient for him to come back. Vulnerable. Exposed. Not knowing what's to follow. My mind is calm, focused on him, ready to listen. I trust him completely. He comes back and says "Good girl, I'm pleased to find you in the same position that I left you in". He comes closer, takes off his pants and shoves his cock into my waiting mouth. As it gets harder, he starts fucking my throat. I look up at him and seeing him so pleased with me makes my cunt throb. I see the hunger growing in his eyes and he grabs me by my hair, pulling me onto my feet, releasing the cuffs and leading me to the couch.

He gets on his back and signals me to get on top of him. I know what's to follow and I feel my core pulsating. As soon as I open my legs and position myself on top, he burries his face into my dripping cunt. He groans, satisfied by my wetness and I can feel him feasting upon me. I start licking his tip and trailing down on his cock towards his balls, he grabs my head and drags it up and down on his cock, all I can do is keep my tongue out and obey. He presses my head to take it and he pushes his full length down my throat and holds my head down. I fight against the urge to gag as I start struggling for air but I resist it because his cock feels so good. When he lets go of my head I take a deep breath and take him again. He switches focus on my cunt and his hands make their way towards my breasts, rubbing and twisting my nipples. The orgasm is slowly starting to build up. He must be feeling my cunt quvering and my clit swelling as he increases the pace and starts working even harder on my nipples. He's tugging them with such aggressiveness, that there's a mixture of pleasure and pain that envelops me. Suddenly he lets go of my nipples, grabs my head with both hands and shoves his cock balls deep in my throat and he starts fucking it relentlessly. Letting him use my mouth like that sends me over the edge. My legs clench around his head but he grabs hold of one of them to keep them parted as he keeps eating my cunt like it's his last meal on death row. He lets go of my head but I can't lift my head from his pelvis, as wave after wave of pleasure rush through my body. I finally raise my head to take a big gasp of much needed air, but it's hard to do so as I moan uncontrollably from the ecstasy. He's not stopping, I can't take it anymore. I move my hands towards his head to beacon him to stop. Nothing. He keeps going, and I take it like a good girl, pleasuring him until he's done feasting upon me.

He finally stops and I can barely get up. As soon as he is on his legs, he shoves me face down on the bed, takes my hands and places them behind my back and locks the cuffs again. At his mercy once again. He wastes no time as he shoves his cock all the way inside my slick cunt and wraps his arms around my hips to reach for my clit. He barely touches it, to tease me, as he moves very slow and very deep inside me. He feels my orgasm building up again but he keeps teasing my clit until I am close to the breaking point when he just starts rubbing it aggressively while also pulling out and shoving his cock hard inside of me. I cum. Hard. He starts pouding me hard through my orgasm, the cuffs make it very hard to move or find a position of better stability so I am completely defenseless against his relentless strokes. He keep going harder and harder, faster and faster and I feel my orgasm building up more and more. Suddenly he shoves his cock deep inside, aggressively hitting my cervix then pulls out completely which sends me into a back arching orgasm, almost making me fall backwards but he catches me and pushes me onto the couch, on my side, gets on behind me and start rubbing my aching clit furiously. Orgasm after orgasm, my mind is blank. I'm begging him to stop but he keeps at it. Legs shaking, mind breaking. No words, just aching pleasure.

He's satisfied after making me cum for what feels like ages and stops. I look back at him with a lustful grin, eyes begging him to take my throbbing hole some more. "I'm saving up for later when I'm going to take your butt, too, babygirl", he says. "Please take it now. I need it now". His eyes lit up, shoves his cock in my cunt then takes it out and rubs it over both my holes, dipping it inside my dripping cunt to make it wet then puts the tip inside my throbbing asshole. He switches back and forth between my needy holes until my butthole is properly open and ready then he pushes it in, slowly, all the way, as he's slowly teasing my clit with soft touches. The moment his balls hit my cheeks, his finger accelerates on my clit which sends me into another orgasm. My holes clench and I feel his hard cock twitching inside me. He just start pouding while telling me to keep cumming for him. I have no choice but to obey, his cock and fingers are all I feel apart from ecstasy.

I can feel him getting close as his cock gets harder with each stroke, his pace increasing until he's ravenously claiming my gaping asshole. I turn my head slightly to catch a glympse of his face. Lust. Want. Need. This is all I can read on his face as I start cumming uncontrollably. Warmth. He suddenly pushes forward and groans a few times in my ear. His cock starts throbbing and twitching deep inside my guts and this sends me into another powerful orgasm.

Silence. There's no movement. Just the sound of exhausted breaths. He slips one hand beneath my head and another envelops my chest. He gathers me in his arms and starts stroking my hair. "My good girl, you've been so good for daddy". All I can do is smile and curl up close to him.

As he gently strokes my hair and caresses my face, my mind wonders back. All the lust. All the desire. The feelings rush back to me. Calm. Relaxed. My mind was still. All I thought about while waiting on my knees for him was that I want to be his good girl. I am his. My body is his. My mind is his. Tingles run through my now satisfied cunt. My butthole still throbbing around his cock. Satisfied. Happy. Fulfilled. His arms holding me tight. I feel safe. Cherished. Secure. Nowhere else would I want to be. Nothing else would I want to feel.

As I lose myself to my thoughts, he suddenly puts his hand on my cheek and turns my face to face him. Without a single word he kisses me hungrily.

[isthisrealliiife]

Lawdamercy

tl;dr: life has happened in mostly good ways but consequently progress on an echo a stain has been necessarily delayed.

Next chapter will be up probably in mid-July.

First of all, Dave Chapelle is a transphobe piece of shit and I won't forgive him for it. But also a thousand years ago, when I was just a little baby teenage deviant in my first year of undergrad, I imprinted on a half-baked as my stoner movie so thoroughly that I feel certain that the above moment in that movie is a reflection of my very soul when I'm in distress. Also, Killer killed Nibbles. I will never pay another dime for anything he's done and it can be argued that by posting this gif I'm contributing to him remaining in the cultural consciousness of the West or the US or tumblr or whatever, but listen, y'all, sometimes there's tension between the things we connect with and there is no way to be ethical in the current late capitalist imminently apocalyptic hellscape, so I'm just gonna keep half-baked.

I'm Gen X and tired af. I will provide seasoning when Gen Z eats the rich and the boomers and whomstever else (lol not me I'm a public servant / educator / librarian who will never own property nor submit to these PWI motherfuckers for love or money), but just let me sit here in middle age with my smoke, my edibles, and my gotdamb movie lines. I love y'all. So in case you hadn't guessed (and why would you have? It's very unlikely you've read this far -- but if you have, maybe you HAVE guessed), I'm fucking exhausted.

Despite my well-laid plans, some things have happened in the past few weeks that demanded my attention. 1. My mom injured her knee and needed me to help her, so I did for about two weeks. 2. I finished my fucking project from hell.

I FINISHED MY FUCKING PROJECT FROM HELL.

I have to give a presentation on it Friday but then I'm going to be DONE with that fucking thing and the last class of this MLIS and I cannot describe in human language what it has taken for me to reach this point looooool lord bless Google Slides I guess

3. I completed two trainings, one to be a mandated reporter (which I already am but the laws have been updated) and one to learn how to prevent school violence and they were long and tedious and annoying to do because I'd already completed both and knew pretty much all the content already from being a public school educator for 10 years but the school where I got my MSEd lost my paperwork so here we are.

4. Secured a practicum / internship, the last missing puzzle piece to unlock my Master of Library and Information Science achievement, so my fatigue-d ass as been exhausting myself daily interning for a fuckin DOPE school librarian who is queer and my age and went to pride with her wife and two daughters and I've learned so much in the past two weeks I don't even know where to begin. So all that is to say, despite my previous promises, obviously, I have not posted any updates to an echo, a stain, nor will I be until at least mid-July because I'm going to sleep for a week once all this shit is wrapped up and my status as a Mistress of Library and Information Scientists is secured.

(Mistress Library and Information Scientist? I need it to be clear that I will not only be a Mistress of Scientists, but also a Scientist myself. If you want to know if my Mistress status will be as a kept woman or as a domme, the answer is yes and I'm currently accepting applications and formal proposals via asks and dms/pms/whatever tumblr calls them. All genders and identities welcome except stupid people with no imagination. GTFO. But if you've read this far, while it's plausible you're fucking unhinged, it seems highly unlikely that you're stupid OR unimaginative. WELCOME <3

So anyway please make any propositions or promposals fun and funny, and if you gonna be nasty, use your words and please make it hot. The world doesn't need more unsolicited nudes, genital pics, or milquetoast descriptions of sexytimes.)

ANYWAY Once my plate is clear and I can do other things with my time besides grind my bones to dust to prove to the PWI powers that be that I've humbled myself sufficiently to be worthy of their blessings, I'll be getting back into aeas with a thorough reread, revision of the next chapter (which yes, is already written, but is not fit for human consumption until it's been properly revised), and I guess its third act? I honestly don't know how many acts there are. I know I should. Maybe there are four. I know this is something I should know but I'm not a fiction writer by training or trade so I don't know how y'all frame these things. Anyway some wild shit is about to go down, don't think I've forgotten or gone soft. Errybody hold on to your panties because when I get back up in that shit we got some reckoning to deal with.

But first deadass animal antics because I WANNA AND IDGAF.

loooool OK seriously I'm crazy sleep deprived and I have a job interview Thursday and I need to create a slide deck for my internship mentor so I'mma go work on that byyyeeeeeee

[memo-blogs]

Here With Me (Part II)

Part I Pairing: Spawn Astarion x female Durge Tav

Tags: NSFW, angst, fluff, processing trauma, a trauma flashback, choking, questionable sex that turns into not-so-questionable sex?, oral, light hints at dom-sub stuff, hints at Tav being bratty - it's a wild ride but ultimately kinda wholesome??

Summary: In part 1 Tav said to stop and walked away from Astarion and sexy times because he wasn't all there, and Astarion tries to push past his traumas too fast, resulting in some icky bedroom things that Tav manages to navigate into not so icky but very fun fun bedroom things. In short, Astarion takes some babysteps in being present and enjoying bedroom time. :D

A/N: This is a three-parter series where things are oof before they get nice and spicy. Still waiting on my AO3 account, who knew you had to queue for one for like 2 weeks!? If and when I get one, there is spicier than Tumblr allows fanart inspired by this fic available, huhu. Hope you like! ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

“I love you” Tav repeated. “And I can’t do this when it feels like you’re still letting yourself be used.” She put on a nightgown and walked towards the door, stealing one last tearful glance at her vampire companion. “It hurts us both when you do.” And with that, she left. Quietly, Astarion closed the bedroom door behind Tav. He walked up to their shared, empty bed. Suddenly he grabbed a pillow and, screaming, flung it at the wall. He collapsed on the floor, sobbing.

“Where do you go, when we make love?” Her words haunted him.

“Why do you perform like this is a duty where you try to be as little a part of it as you can?”

“I cannot bear the thought of making you please me. I had hoped I was your equal. Your lover.” “I can’t do this anymore, Astarion.”He hated how sharp she was. Hated it, and also loved her so very much for it. She was right, and he knew she was. He had just hoped maybe, just maybe she hadn’t noticed. She hadn’t commented on his lack of presence in a long time… if he was being honest to himself, he had been a little disappointed, thinking she neither noticed or cared. But how could he demand she would, when no one else ever had? She had clocked it the first time they made love. Asked him where he went – he had given his usual charming lies, and they both left it at that. Now that he thought back, Astarion had seen her looking at him, especially during their intimate moments, as if with a sad question in her eyes. And, like a coward, he had run away from that look. Just like he had run away from what he had to do to survive. He sat on his knees, staring at their bedroom floor for a long time, reminiscing how he needed to escape to not go insane when he was still enslaved to Cazador. He wept at all the innocent people he had lured to their demise with his sweet lies and empty promises. To angrily claim he didn’t care was another lie to protect his heart. Tav’s mournful face swam back into the forefront of his thoughts. 

“Am I someone you need to forget?”The question itself was almost unbearable. In his 200 years of existence, Tav was the first one to truly see him. The one who saved him, the one who had loved him with all his good and bad qualities. Of course she noticed he faded away during sex. Astarion felt a tear roll down his cheek again. Of course she would care.. and want him to be there. But what if he couldn’t do it? Break down these walls he’d built to protect himself for so many years. Would Tav leave? The thought made Astarion feel afraid, and alone. He wasn’t used to feeling this exposed. He began to walk around as he reasoned with himself. Tav would not leave him over this, but it would make her sad. She was already so very sad. He loathed her being sad. But she was right to ask – and that was the impetus here; she had asked, not demanded. She had never made him do a thing. So whatever was happening now, he was doing to them both. Didn’t Astarion want to be present with Tav? I mean, why wouldn’t he? Now that he thought of it, it felt… well, ridiculous. Of course he wanted to be with Tav more than anything. To be closer to her, to feel her. Without thinking, he had wandered through their home, finding Tav sleeping on their living room couch. She was crying in her sleep. He looked at her and his heart ached. All this time with her, and she had seen him. Accepted him as he was, at his lowest, weakest. At his worst. She had given everything to him. She saw him, she looked at him with a love so complete it made Astarion dizzy… while he held back and escaped. He was like a shadow escaping the sun. Too afraid to be present in the bedroom, of all places. The one place where he had held some sort of dominion for so long. It hurt to admit. He quietly knelt beside his sleeping Tav, and gently dried her tears. “I had hoped I was your equal.”He hadn’t realized how little he actually gave her, or how hard this was for him. Astarion gingerly stroked Tav’s hair. She seemed to sleep easier, being cared for. Astarion found himself smiling. Gods, how beautiful she was. How easily she seemed to love. He kissed her forehead. “You’re right, you know. I’m so sorry love… you deserve better”, he whispered to the night, not expecting her to hear in her sleep. He wasn’t sure how, but he was going to make this up to her. He got up to leave, when he felt a gentle tug on his robe. “Hey”, Tav whispered. 

He turned back around, heart racing. “Hello love.” “You okay?” “I – well, no. Or I don’t know.” Astarion sat next to Tav on the sofa. There was a heavy silence as both waited for the other. Astarion finally broke the silence with “I’m sorry.” “I heard”, Tav replied. “So, what now?” “Ah, well… I suppose we try again and this time, I do it right… right? I’ll be honest darling, I feel utterly lost at sea. I feel… vulnerable.” Astarion couldn’t even look at her, but he did want to make an effort. He felt a wave of comfort wash over him when Tav leaned next to him, pulling his arm into a hug. “It’s okay. We have our entire lives ahead of us, and we can take it slow. One step at a time, you know? It doesn’t have to happen right away.” “I do want to try. So how would I… how does this work?” Tav couldn’t help herself, and she laughed. “Are you telling me you, Astarion, prince of the night and the doom of many a lonely being looking for love, are at a loss how to proceed?” “Laugh all you’d like.. I know how to flirt with you and how to pleasure you, but...” He paused to look for the words. “I’ve never been with anyone in a way where I uh… gave myself to them.” He looked at her, feeling oddly shy. “Not in the way you’re asking me to.” Momentarily the truth of Astarion’s life pained her, but then Tav smiled. “Oh, so am I to be your first?” She mimicked his mannerisms, twirling her hand. “I’m honoured.” She kissed him. “It’s easier than you think, don’t worry.” Tav held his hands. “Think of me. Of what you love about me, of the things that make you desire me. And know you can have me…” She leaned in to Astarion’s ear and gave it a nibble. “...And have your way with me.”

Astarion felt a rush of arousal. “Are you sure?” Tav nodded, her robe conveniently sliding off one shoulder and showing her deliciously freckled skin. Time stood still as Astarion hesitated. Then, he lunged at her. His kisses were forceful, and his hands wandered up and down Tav hungrily. She gave a surprised moan, but caressed his back encouragingly. They both disrobed entirely while at it. He paused to look at Tav who looked right back at him. They were both breathing heavily. He didn’t know what he saw in Tav’s eyes but looking at her was… he felt scared he was losing control. He couldn’t. He wouldn’t. He grabbed Tav’s throat. She gasped but didn’t resist. He pushed her down into the sofa and pushed his tongue in her mouth. He felt her respond to him, ever so softly. He pulled away from the kiss with a growl, using his hand to find her breast to squeeze. She moaned and bucked slightly, but he didn’t linger. His hand was sliding downwards already. “My, my,” he remarked when he felt her wetness. “I’m flattered, darling.” He did not waste time but lifted Tav’s hips up and pushed inside. She gasped and looked at him, bewildered. But also with absolute… what was that in her eyes? It scared Astarion to look at. He put both his hands on her hips and thrust himself into her violently.

He thrust again. A moan, almost pained. The boy was young, and youth in general is pretty. It was a small comfort - Cazador had been particularly angry with him that night. He knew he had to hurry with this boy, and bring him back to his master… but the art of seduction was the only good part of his existence, and he wished to linger, just a while longer. He pulled on the lad’s hair, angrily pounding away, hoping for a moment of release, of comfort, of a good feeling, before he had to return to Cazador’s palace, his prison, the rats, the disgusting rats… if he would even be allowed to feed. He put his hands on the boy’s throat as he kept thrusting. Did he wish to drink the boy, or to strangle Cazador? Maybe both. Maybe - “A-astarion...” Tav wheezed. Astarion felt himself waking. What happened? He saw Tav’s hand on his arm, softly caressing him. He saw himself, on top of Tav, both his hands around her throat. Too tightly. She was having trouble breathing. He was inside her but it… it felt… wrong. This wasn’t what he wanted. He had vanished, again. Not away to something more pleasant, but to one of his many, many victims. He had been so afraid to lose control, to lose his power… to be vulnerable that he had… he let go of Tav’s throat as if it burned. “I-I, I’m sorry, I don’t know what I -” Suddenly he was embraced. Tav was kissing him, long, gentle, reassuring. She was sitting on top of him, in his arms, her arms caressing his back comfortingly – and she gave a small squeeze to his member, as he was still inside of her. “Shh”, she said. “I’m okay. We’re okay.” Tav smiled at her. “Bhaalspawn, remember? I've been through worse, and I’m practically the expert on losing your mind. I pulled you out of it.”  She held his face and pulled him into another soft, loving kiss. “You’re safe with me. I will never hurt you. You didn’t hurt me.” She danced slowly back and forth on top of him and he felt close to losing his mind with how good she felt. She leaned back down onto the sofa, still coaxing him to move, to do as he pleased while rocking back and forth around his dick. “Please don’t go. Whatever you want to do, do it here with me. See me… please.” She looked desperate, almost. “Show me what you would like. What would make you stay?” He felt stupid. Just like an utter idiot – he shouldn’t have rushed this. But gods above, did he want this. And gods below, was it terrifying. He was standing at the threshold of a door he had held shut for as long as he could remember, one of the very few sanctuaries he had had in his past. But that was in the past. He was here now, with Tav, and… she was right. He knew she was. He felt it in his entire being that she was. Unsure, he looked into her eyes and saw nothing but love and the thing that had felt painful – trust. He had used and abused trust so many times, it terrified him to... trust, as he knew very well how easy it was to abuse. This was Tav though. He met her gaze, and smiled. Suddenly, it was as easy as breathing. He crouched over Tav and leaned in for a kiss. It was long, exploratory – as if he was reaffirming their feelings for one another. All he found was love. He could taste it on her tongue, feel it in the softness of her lips. He gave her a playful bite on her lip and Tav giggled. He pulled out of her and sat. “Anything I want?” He asked.Tav nodded eagerly in response. He pointed to the floor in front of him. “On. Your. Knees.” Tav got up from the sofa and obliged, settling on her knees in front of Astarion. She was practically giddy to be given commands, and Astarion found himself having power without any of the ick of using someone attached. He leaned closer to Tav, showing a toothy grin while he uttered: “I wish… to be drunk.”

Tav looked at his still very much hard cock, and smiled. So far, Astarion had always pleasured her – she had been too shy to ask, and he had never asked her to please him. But secretly, she had always wanted to taste him. She traced her hand up and down his dick. She was absolutely entranced by every little twitch she managed to elicit from him while exploring. He seemed especially sensitive at the tip, which was softer than the shaft to the touch. She leaned in and kissed it, and heard Astarion sigh in delight. She used her hand to rub his length, while using her mouth on his tip. She felt more aroused to taste herself on him; a reminder of what they were just doing, and what they might be doing again. She softly wrapped her entire mouth around his cock, feeling around with her tongue. “Oh gods, yes darling”, she heard him mutter.

Tav couldn’t remember much after that. She was so deeply focused on playing with Astarion that she swam back to a form of consciousness only when he panted out; “I’m going to come”. She took him out of her mouth, still using her hands to gently play with the now erratically bucking Astarion. “How do you want to do this?” she asked, smiling in a way that would put any devil to shame. “Drink me!” he rasped, on the verge.

She smiled and plunged again with a vigor Astarion didn’t know she had in her. He had felt the climax ebbing away when she slowed down to ask, but now it rose again with a vengeance. It was all too much, her hands her mouth her lips her tongue and how she was pulling him towards her. He came with a moan and shot inside of her. Slowly, he pulsed the last of himself inside her. He flinched, feeling overly sensitive when she gently slid her mouth off of him. While maintaining eye contact, she swallowed. Part of his seed was dripping down the corner of her mouth. Apparently his load was too much to contain. She smirked and showed him her tongue. He was impressed, amazed and so in love with her. He pulled her up from the floor into a kiss. “That” he said breathlessly, “was a lot of fun.”

“See what happens when you’re with me?”

“Alright alright. You don’t need to harp on about how infuriatingly right you were.”

“The only thing hard about it, was you.” Tav said and playfully poked his penis. Astarion laughed and held his darling. “No, truth be told, that was one of the scariest things I have done in my life, and I’ve fought a Netherbrain… but who knew facing your fears could be so utterly delicious.”

[cursedhaglette]

Ooooh fun!!

Hm, #7 Raphael X Mix (he/him ranger elf, can read more on my Tumblr or just improvise) 🤭 or reader! If you wanna do some Raphael of course 🤭

i'm gonna do raphael x reader just so it's a little more approachable, hope that's okay! writing for raphael was actually so refreshing, i'm actually so curious about writing for other characters after this exercise. thank you for requesting him!!

raphael x g/n reader; 1100 words content: blowjob (lol)

You don’t know how long you’ve been on your knees, but an ache has set in before you see him again. The devil, dressed in finery and backlit by the glowing sunset of Avernus like he’d been wrapped in a cape of red and orange light. 

He warned you, the last time he caught you snooping through his personal effects, that if he caught you again, there’d be hell to pay. You’d snorted a laugh at the flimsy joke and ran for the portal, magic you’ve grown proficient with since saving the world. What else did you have to do, between rebuilding a city and accepting praises for heroics you had no choice but to partake in? 

And the hells offered something the mortal plane didn’t - Raphael. 

Raphael in all his glory, horns and wings and talons. Red skinned, enormous, and perpetually smirking. Theatrical and wrathful. 

You were desperate for him now, so much so that you let yourself get caught this time, just to see how this might play out. What his punishments might include, how long he might hold you captive in this house of debauchery and pain and pleasure. 

The devil doesn’t speak as he approaches you, stopping a breath away and dragging one clawed finger under your chin, tilting your face until your eyes meet his. The smirk on his face is different, but still exquisite, and your breath catches in your throat as you await his punishment. 

Arousal builds in your core as you wait in silence, his expression unmoving. The wait is tantalizing, the kind of drama you know Raphael delights in and has subsequently left you aching for more. You want to see his wicked grins and hear the purr of his voice as he scolds you. 

“How, little mouse, should I punish you this time? It seems you haven’t yet learned the valuable lesson of leaving me alone,” he tuts once, clicking his tongue against the roof of his mouth,  before continuing, “so I can only assume you’ve become rather fond of our games.”

You swallow but stay quiet, aware he can sense the beat of your heart racing with anticipation, and don’t look away. 

“I can smell the arousal in your blood, the need coursing through your veins each time you set foot in my house,” the devil continues, “and I have to admit, I am quite curious to see if you can live up to the might expectations that come with being the Hero of Baldur’s Gate.”

He says “hero” with a scoff, though you know he respects your victory more than he’d ever let on. Hells, without it, he wouldn’t have been crowned King of the Hells. He aided you along your journey, watching every step you made with your companions. How deep does his curiosity actually go?

“Please,” you whisper, the scrape of the talon still holding your chin sending a jolt of delicious pain straight to your core. You don’t say anything else, frankly you’re a bit unsure what else to say without begging him to rake those talons down your spine as he takes you from behind, thrust after punishing thrust. 

“You forget, hero, that should I allow you that which you desire, I very well may decide to bind you as mine,” Raphael finally smiles, but it’s the kind of grin you’ve seen too many times to count - one that spells trouble and ought to evoke a feeling of mistrust. Instead, it stokes the fires in you, and you can’t help but squirm at the sight, desperate for some relief of the aching need you’re quickly losing control of. “I am not fond of letting go of those I enjoy.”

“Why else do you think I’ve been coming here?” You ask. “You know what I want, devil, so let me have it or let me go.”

“Let you have it,” he repeats, musing at the demand you dared utter in his home. But his hand falls from you, reaching to the button of his trousers. You finally look away from his face and notice a hardness there, caged behind the finest fabric in all the realms, that he releases with a single, deft hand. 

Your mouth waters at the sight, the red, ridged length and the beautiful head that already has a bead of wetness, gathering at the tip. Absentmindedly, you run your hands up the length of his thighs, and bite your lip as you look up.

“Go on then, let’s see how well you do and perhaps that will earn you a less devastating punishment, hmm?”

He slaps his cock against your cheek before you take it between your lips, licking at the bead of the devil’s arousal and moaning at the taste. You’ve longed for this moment, waited for months, and you intend to take your time now. You intend to impress. 

Your head bobs along his length, and you run your tongue along the infernal ridges, desperate to know how it might feel inside you. How each might feel as he pummels into you, and you moan at the image your conjure, the sound muffled by your desperate licking and sucking. 

“I must admit, my dear hero,” Raphael grunts from above you, one hand moving to tangle in your hair, "You are so pretty with my cock in your mouth."

His talons dig into your scalp, just enough to send a jolt of pain through you, mixing with the pleasure building within you. You ignore the tears that spring at the corners of your eyes as he hits the back of your throat - it’s worth it for the sound of his moan. 

You can’t help reaching between your legs now, your body begging to be touched by him but you know for now, your own hand will do the trick. He grinds into your mouth with increasing speed and the taste of him, the sound, floods your senses. You moan again, bucking your hips into your hand in tandem with Raphael’s, and you feel him tense briefly before a deep, drawn out moan escapes him. 

He floods your mouth, salty-sweet cum hitting the back of your eager throat in thick spurts, and he continues to buck his hips as he rides out his orgasm. You swallow once, then again, as he finishes, and then bob your head up and down his length one last time before moving to lick him clean. 

“Well, little mouse, it seems you have a talented mouth in more ways than I realized,” Raphael pants softly, the hand at the top of your head moving to caress your cheek for a brief moment. “Now, go to the bed and undress. The real punishments begin in the bedroom.”