#powerfully fluttering

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be silent

be still

be calm my heart

rest

be silent

be still

be calm my mind

rest

[itsjustrosee]

NEEDS Void Stiles x fem!reader

Context: Stiles and the reader have a flirty-friendship, but aren't in an established relationship. When Stiles gets possessed by the nogitsune, he comes to the readers house who is unaware that he's been possessed.

Warnings: Spice

Wordcount: 1.1k

You slept peacefully in your bed until your eyes began to flutter open. Your mind groggily catches up to you as you slowly adjust to the lack of light in your room. As you sit up slightly, you shiver at your bedroom's surprisingly low temperature.

Even within the comfort and safety of your bed, drowning in the endless sea of covers and blankets that had now engulfed it, you still found your teeth clattering against each other.

Your eyes dart to the window in your room, which you could've sworn you closed before you went to sleep, but for some reason, was open now. The window's curtains blew in the wind after yet another cold breeze entered your room.

You muttered a curse under your breath once you finally built up the courage to leave the warmth of your bed and shut the window. You planted both your feet on the frigid floor and crossed your arms against your chest.

Very slowly, you made your way to the window, letting out a huff as you used both hands to close it shut. You turned around and leaned your back on the window, closing your eyes and sighing as you did so.

Once you opened them however, you saw someone standing in front of your bedroom door. At first, you were under the impression that your mind was playing tricks on you, but as you continued staring at the tall figure leaning on your door with his arms crossed, you realized that this wasn't just a figment of your imagination.

"H-Hello?" You whisper at the person and for some reason, your half-asleep brain thought it would be a good idea if you took a step closer to him. Upon further inspection, you realized that there wasn't just some random crazed lunatic in your room, it was Stiles.

"Wait- Stiles? Is that you?"

"Yes, it is. Sorry, I didn't mean to startle you," He replies, his voice genuine, yet so low and husky that it sent a shiver down your spine.

He pushed off the door and walked towards you, his eyes raking your body up and down, eyeing you as if he was trying to commit this image of you to his memory. As he stared at your bare legs you came to the realization that you were standing in front of him in just a pair of low-rise shorts and a small tank top.

"What are you doing here?" You ask curiously while crossing your arms in an attempt to cover up the amount of skin you have exposed.

"I just felt like paying you a visit," He says as a grin plays on the edges of his lips, "I've missed you," He adds, his voice growing quieter as he steps even closer to you, placing his hands lightly on your hips as he does so.

"Is that so?" You reply with a soft chuckle while leaning closer and placing your hands on his shoulders.

You didn't know what it was, but at that moment something was drawing you to him. You couldn't help but entertain whatever had gotten into him which had compelled him to be so bold towards you.

"Mhm," He mumbled as he moved one of his hands to your cheek, the skin on his palm was surprisingly warm, causing you to melt into his touch. Heat cast off of his body as he pulled you closer, your chest pressing against his.

Stiles's eyes darted from yours down to your lips as he continued to look at you. The air was filled with tension that radiated so powerfully of desire and longing that it clouded your better judgment.

"You really are gorgeous, you know that right?" Stiles murmured, as he tucked a strand of loose hair behind your ear. His deep hazel eyes continue to stare at you, admiring all of your features.

You felt your cheeks grow red as Stiles took your chin in his fingers, lifting your head up and forcing you to return his gaze as your face was now only mere inches away from his. As you finally looked into his eyes, you noticed a glimmer of primal hunger behind them.

Suddenly he took your lips in his, encasing them in a long and passionate kiss. He continued to merge his lips against yours as he moved his hand from your cheek to the back of your head, his hand gently tugging at your hair as he kissed you harder.

You opened your mouth slightly, allowing Stiles's tongue to enter and explore every inch of it. As he continued to taste you, you moved your hands to the back of his neck.

Stiles pulled away momentarily, pushing you against your bedroom wall before picking up where he left off, claiming your lips once more in a hungry kiss. He brought his hands on the back of your upper thighs, signaling you to wrap your legs around his waist.

One of his hands stayed on your ass, keeping you propped up on the wall while the other began to trail up your torso, going under your tank top and cupping your breast.

You moaned into his mouth, his touch sending shockwaves through your body. After hearing the noise, Stiles's arousal only grew greater causing him to harden against his jeans.

His fingers found their way to your nipple, pinching it lightly between his thumb and index finger. Stiles groaned while his tongue continued to tangle with yours as you arched your back into him.

Stiles pulled away, biting down on your bottom lip slightly as he did so. He opened his mouth to speak, his heart beating against your chest as he caught his breath after the heated kiss you both shared.

"You're all mine," He growled possessively, a grin playing on his lips as he turned his attention to your neck, kissing and marking it with hickeys as he made his way down to your collarbone. He bites and then sucks on your sensitive skin, causing you to moan out in pain and pleasure.

Eventually, he brought his head back up to the side of yours before whispering into your ear, "I need more of you," He pleaded while nibbling slightly on your earlobe.

His words sent a shiver down your spine, the ache between your legs growing more prominent. The tension in the room was electrifying as his eyes met yours.

"Whatever you need, I'll give it to you," You murmured softly.

Stiles grinned at you as if that was exactly what he had been waiting to hear you say. He encased your lips in one final kiss before carrying you to your bed.

ahhhh omg another stiles fic. Thought I should take a break from all the wholesomeness in my other fics with him 😜I'll start working on my requests now that I've finished this.

BTW THANK ALL OF YOU FOR ALL THE SUPPORT I'VE BEEN GETTING LIKE WHAT???? YOU GUYS ARE SO SWEET I'M LITERALLY ON THE FLOOR PASSING AWAY RIGHT NOW.

deadass tho, I love every single one of you, thank you for all of the notes, reblogs and comments, each and every one of them makes my day <33

[sheerfreesia007]

Recipe of a Confession

Pairing: Lee Know x Reader

Word count: 1,055

Content warnings: Fluff

Summary: You and Lee Know are cooking for the boys tonight to help get everyone together and calmed down after a busy hectic week. What happens when the recipe calls for a confession that you’ve been craving for your best friend?

Aein: Lover

The kitchen is warm due to the heat from the stove where Minho stands stirring the large pot of stew that the two of you had decided to make for dinner with the guys tonight. You’re standing at the kitchen island in front of the cutting board chopping away at the pile of vegetables that you both had picked at the grocery store earlier. Music softly plays over your bluetooth speaker and you can’t help but smile as your hips sway to the beat of the song.

You love cozy comfortable moments like these with Minho, when the two of you are able to just exist together to get a singular task done. It’s like a calming balm over your normally hectic life that keeps you up and running most days. Your time spent with Minho is almost like a reset button for your sanity and you cherish these moments.

Your friendship with Minho was something that you held dear to your heart, it was something that you had nurtured together and had grown over the years into something beautiful. It had started so passionate and fiery and only settled to a low simmer but just as much as intensity as when it first started.

Minho always seemed to understand exactly what you needed without you having to verbalize it and if it was in his power to give it to you he would without hesitation. And while Minho was able to completely understand you without you needing to tell him you were the opposite, you preferred him to talk to you about whatever he needed. You made him break down his walls that he liked to put up and open up to you in a way that was so intimate that furthered the bond that the two of you had.

You had suspected that you were in love with Minho not long after you had started your friendship during his first world tour that had pulled him far away from you and your comfort. Just like the start of your friendship where it was intense and quick, your love for him had formed just as swiftly.

That first tour had been rough on both of you since you had just started your relationship and on the eve of his return back to Seoul when he video called you after their last show to celebrate with you it was then that you realized that no matter how quickly it had happened you had fallen in love with the man. It was like a warm weight blanket that just overpowered you and settled over your whole being. While he was excitedly retelling you of their last powerfully charged concert with glassy eyes you had realized that you would move heaven and earth for this man. That was how you knew you were in it for the long haul with him.

And while you hadn’t verbalized that you were in love with, like with everything else he still seemed to pick up on it. He was sweet with you whenever you both met up and yes, he could be a huge tease but there was a sweet undertone to every interaction he had with you. You had grown comfortable with how your relationship had developed and grown ever since your realization but the only thing that you hadn’t learned was how he actually felt about you, he never broke down that last wall between the two of you. You had a suspicion that he felt the same way with you as you did him, but you craved that validation, that confirmation of his words that he was in love with you. But you could be patient with him just like always, you never rushed him because you knew eventually he’d open up to you completely and wholly.

“Aein, can you bring over some of the potatoes?” Minho asked as he turned his head to the side to speak over his shoulder to you. You smiled softly at the nickname he had been using since that first tour, lover, the name he had chosen to call you made your body heat with delight and your heart would flutter every time you heard him say in that soft tone that he reserved just for you.

Walking over to him while holding the cutting board up you smiled softly as you came to his side. He looked at you with soft eyes and a softer smile gracing his lips. You nudge him slightly with your hip and he dramatically gasped as he stepped away for a moment before quickly moving to crowd up against your side with a wicked grin taking over his smile.

“What’s the magic word?” you asked teasingly and Minho chuckled softly before he turned to face the large pot he was manning.

“I love you, duh.” he responded with a wide beaming grin on his face. Your head turned to him slowly as your own smile pulled your cheeks up high on your face as your eyes sparkled at his confession. You slowly slide the chopped potatoes into the pot for him and then turn to press a loud kiss to his cheek causing him to giggle softly at your action.

“I love you too.” you say when you pull away from his cheek and he stirs the pot once more incorporating the potatoes into the stew. You move to go back to the kitchen island but Minho’s arm comes up and wraps around your waist tugging you back into his side before he turns his head and presses a soft sweet lingering kiss to your lips that makes your heart nearly burst within your chest at the love pouring out between the two of you.

You hum softly against his lips and Minho responds with a smile against yours. The love that the two of you had nurtured and grown together was now something so beautiful and all consuming that you couldn’t help but be proud of it. You press your lips firmly against his once more in a sweet ending to your first kiss before you turn and move back to the kitchen island. You nearly jump out of your skin when you feel his hand harshly grab your ass as you walk away and he chuckles proudly as he hears your startled yelp.

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[welikeimagines-andfandoms]

Bunny- Geralt x Reader

Summary: Geralt gets his bunny to bounce on his lap for him 😉

Word count: 766

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“Geralt, you need to hold still so I can fix up your cuts,” you fuss over the shirtless Witcher, straddling his large lap on the edge of the double bed.

“You are the only remedy I need, little bunny,” he smirks against your neck, emphasising the nickname by grabbing a handful of your ass and jiggling it.

“Such a sweet and soft little bunny, all for me. Are you gonna bounce for me, little bunny?” He whispers hotly against your neck, as he forces you to grind down against his hardening length.

Your attempts of bandaging him up were becoming much more difficult, as his kisses against your neck grew more hungry, and he began to pull your dress up to your hips. You let out a light gasp as your bare skin is exposed to his rough strong hands.

“No undergarments on. Naughty little bunny,” he growls against your neck as he bites down on the sensitive skin.

“Ah-Ge-Geralt,” you moan out to the Witcher, gripping at his silver locks.

“You gonna be a good little bunny for me?” He asks tauntingly as he bounces you with his thighs, causing your breasts to jiggle in his face.

“I’ll bounce for you, if you let me clean up your cuts,” you persuade as you look into his gorgeous golden eyes.

“Deal,” he simply growls as he pushes you into a hungry kiss.

The kiss is messy and heated, full of teeth and tongue as he fights and claims your mouth. In the heat of the kiss, he rips your dress down the middle, needing so badly to feel your warm skin. Not evening bothering to apologise or react to your gasp, he simply throws the now ruined dress to the ground.

Breaking from the kiss, your mind is dizzy and you’re slightly out of breath, now caught in the trance of the strong Witcher below you. Geralt only moves you slightly as he pulls down his pants only just enough to free himself.

Normally Geralt likes to take his time with you, normally spending quite some time between your legs before he either takes you or watches you bounce for him. Tonight however, Geralt was both tired and desperate, this monster hunt had taken longer than usual and he needed his prize (you) now.

Rubbing his thick fingers through your folds, he smirks as he feels and sees how wet you already are. His eyes stay fixed on your wetness, as he manoeuvres you to line up with his impressive length. His eyes are trance-like as he watches you slowly sink down onto him; only once he’s fully inside you does his burning gaze reach your eyes.

Staring at your cute fluttering eyes and parted lips, he growls with a smirk as he grabs at your thighs, squishing the soft skin under his harsh hands.

“Bounce for me, bunny, let me see how cute and fucked out my little bunny can be,” he ordered from below you.

The way he treated you so sweetly, yet still ordered you around, put your mind is a sweet and tingly place. Looking into his soft yet dominating gaze, your hips begin to grind and bounce, as your hands held onto his wrists.

Neither of you wanted to look away from the other, Geralts eyes either fixed on your sweet pleasure-filled face, or on the way your tits and thighs bounced for him.

The powerful look on Geralts face drew even more pleasure from you as you grind and bounce in his lap, his cock hitting you in all the perfect places. It wasn’t until you felt yourself reaching that perfect tingly bliss, and your fingers reach up to rub against your clit, did your eyes finally close in pleasure.

“Geralt… I-I’m cl-close,” you moan out as your other hand reaches up to pinch at your sensitive nipple.

“Cum for me, my little bunny, come on, squeeze my cock,” he growled out as his grip on your thighs tightened.

His dominating voice was all you needed before you threw your head back with a pleasure-filled scream. Feeling your walls tighten around his already sensitive cock, Geralt let out a growl as he powerfully thrusts his hips against yours.

“Gonna cum so deep in your little cunt, bunny!” He shouted, as his hips slammed against yours and he filled you up.

The room was filled with his and your heavy pants as you lay on his sweaty hairy chest. His strong hands hold you against his chest, as they lightly rub up and down your warm bare skin.

“Good little bunny.”

[hersweetsstrawberry]

Kinktober day 3 and 4, size kink and manhandling 🥀

FINALLY getting my lazy ass on this and updating, sorry guys 😭

Characters featured: Blade, Jing Yuan

Content Warning: Size kink (who could've guessed), manhandling, pre established relationships, Blade has a lovey dovey moment and also is a worried old man for like five seconds. BIG DICK MEN 🙏, Praise (they think it), Daddy kink briefly mentioned (Jing Yuan), backshots (Blade), hair pulling (Blade), power dynamics (Jing Yuan), mentions of "using" reader (Jing Yuan), pre established consent, both of them absolutely adoring reader

Reader is described as delicate/petite/small, if this does not fit you then simply view it as how the characters see you. Reader is also described as having a pussy. That in mind, this is for anyone to read.(Aside from minors, minors dni)

Star rail men who satisfy that size kink....

Blade was one of my first thoughts..... Tall, and powerfully built from training with his sword for so long- the size difference between you was undeniable. Equally undeniable was how much Blade got off on it- from simple things, like the difference in your hand sizes...to more outright things, like how you struggled to take his thick cock, how it was so easy to maneuver you into any position he wanted...how your small body quivered under his hold, his hands splayed over your hips.

In this moment, he held you under him, his position from behind you letting him bury himself even deeper than usual. With one hand, he gripped your hip- with the other, he pulled you back by the hair to look in your desperate eyes.

You were so delicate compared to him, he had to be careful not to break you. Sometimes he worried that he'd wake up from being mara struck to find you in pieces. Yet there was always something with him, inside him, that kept him from truly harming you.

Perhaps it was his love for you- the strange and unfamiliar sweetness you made him feel. Maybe it was the way you looked at him- he adored how your eyes would shine at him, how you looked so trusting even when he didn't trust himself. Or perhaps it was more sexual- the way you struggled on his cock, satisfying some almost....sadistic urge in him. Even his mara addled brain would become distracted by the lewd display- the way your body shuddered, back arched, crystal tears filling your eyes as breathy whines filled his ears.

For now, he inhaled your scent, allowing himself to become lost in you. There was no need for words as he picked up in speed, your desperate whines filling his ears. He shifted you yet again- lifted up those pretty hips of yours to thrust harder, drive himself deeper. There was something so addicting about the way you pulled him in, how your walls fluttered at his sheer girth. Blade just couldn't get enough of you or your sweet pussy- not now, not ever.

Jing Yuan is a man larger than life. General of the Loufu, he is imposing in rank, personality, and stature. His seemingly lazy attitude simply makes him all the more intimidating- it's like he knows he's strong enough to take what he wants with ease- and as it has been for some time now, what he wants is you.

He wants to see the way your sweet face looks gazing up at him, his hands around your waist, lifting your delicate body up and down on his large cock. As much he likes sitting back and watching you struggle to bounce yourself on him, there's something so satisfying about him just controlling you- forcing you up and down on his lap until your eyes roll back and your legs can't stop shaking. It's so cute, how your hips try to shift a bit, how your hands clung onto his hair, or his back. So small compared to him, so easy to manhandle and use.

He wants to hear how you fall apart, lips parted to let out harsh pants and whiny moans. The way your eyes flutter as you gaze up at him, pleadingly whimpering out his name- sometimes it's daddy, sometimes its general, or sometimes it's simply "Jing Yuan". He'll humor you no matter what you want to call him- you're too cute to say no to. And besides- you're being so good and letting him use your perfect pussy like this, it's the least he can do, appreciating your endearments.

He wants to feel how you clung to him- your walls tight around him, your hands clinging on with almost as much intensity. The feel of your body under his hands- able to be shifted to any position he likes, so easily overwhelmed by a man of his size. And you're always so sweet- so willing to let him have you. He adores that kind of trust you have in him, the trust to let him have you however he wants. He really did luck out finding you, didn't he?

[diamonddaze01]

Lilac Wine

pairing: ljh x afab!reader genre: angst, smut (MINORS DNI!!!!!) | wc: 2.7k warnings: infidelity, unprotective sex (wrap it before u tap it kids), crying a/n: loosely based on melt by josef salvat // i’m dedicating this to link @choism (who also made the banner, love u) // huge thanks to maren @wooahaeproductions for beta-ing (your comments always give me life)!

In the dark, Jihoon learns how to break you apart and build you back together, piece by piece.

It begins slowly; a movie night where you drift off to sleep on his shoulder, after having cried yourself hoarse. Jihoon learns that night that he absolutely hates your boyfriend. He also learns that he could love you so much better, if you'd only give him the chance.

Jihoon sits frozen in the dimly lit room, his eyes locked on your sleeping form. He takes in the small details, the curve of your lips and the flutter of your eyelashes as you breathe. He can see the rise and fall of your chest with each breath, the way your hair falls delicately over your face, and the scattered constellations of moles that decorate your skin. He takes in every detail, committing it to memory with an unwavering gaze.

And then, like you can feel his gaze on you, you startle awake. And you don't push him away. No, you lay your head on his shoulder, and it takes every working nerve in Jihoon's sleep-addled mind not to kiss you right there. But you look so pretty like this, staring up at him from under your eyelashes, and he thinks he might die. But he'll be damned if he dies here without having kissed you, without having showed you how much better it could be - so he does. And you absolutely melt into him with a soft sigh, like you've been waiting for this too.

And so, late at night, Jihoon learns exactly where to put his lips so you make the prettiest noises. When his lips finds the junction where your neck meets your shoulder, you gasp, arching into him, and it makes him almost combust on the spot. And the he remembers.

The boyfriend, the traitorous voice in his mind reminds him, and he breaks apart from you with a startled gasp. Your chest is heaving, your lips are kiss-bitten and plump, and Jihoon has never felt this guilty in his entire life.

“We can’t,” he breathes, and it breaks his heart. In his heart, he knows, more deeply and more powerfully than anything he’s ever known before, how much better he would be for you. But he can’t, not right now, and the thought cleaves his chest in two.

“I know,” you whisper back, as if you’re afraid to break this very fragile bubble that exists around just the two of you. Your eyes fill with tears, and Jihoon yearns. It’s like second nature, the way his hand cups your jaw, the way his thumb brushes a stray tear off your cheek. Before he can stop himself, before that traitorous voice can say anything else, he leans in again. His lips find yours, and he can taste the salt of your tears, the bitter taste of your guilt.

He should stop. He should. But then you kiss him back, again, and every rational thought flies out the window. His hands find the hem of your shirt, and you shiver so delightfully against him when his cold fingers find your warm skin.

“Jihoon-”

Jihoon's breath is hot against the nape of your neck, his words a desperate plea mixed with intense desire. "Tell me to stop," he whispers, his voice reverberating with urgency. "I'll do anything you say."

But you don't. Instead, your fingers thread through his hair, pulling him closer. Your body arches into his touch, craving more, and he groans, kissing down your neck with a fervor that makes his head spin. Your skin feels like fire, but he’s so willing to let himself burn, even if it’s only for tonight.

"We shouldn't," you whisper, even as your hands roam beneath his shirt, tracing the contours of his back.

Jihoon pulls back slightly, his dark eyes searching yours. "Do you want me to stop?" he asks again, his voice husky and strained.

You shake your head, unable to form the words. He sees the hesitance dancing in your eyes. It's wrong, you know it's wrong, but it feels so right. Your fingers fumble with the buttons of his shirt, trembling with a mix of anticipation and guilt. Jihoon's breath catches in his throat as your hands slide across his bare chest. He pulls back slightly, searching your eyes for any sign of hesitation or regret. But all he finds is a reflection of his own desire, burning just as brightly.

"Are you sure?" he asks, his voice barely above a whisper.

“Yes,” you breathe, and Jihoon knows that he’ll worship you for as long as he can have you. He’ll lose himself in you, over and over.

And so, in the dark, as the movie credits play, Jihoon learns the curve of your neck, the softness of your skin. He memorizes the cadence of your voice, the rhythm of your heartbeat, the taste of your lips. You are his religion, and he worships at your altar with reverent hands and whispered prayers.

With each touch, each kiss, Jihoon feels himself falling deeper. He knows this moment is fleeting, stolen in the shadows of night, but he can't bring himself to stop. His fingers trace patterns on your skin, mapping out constellations he'll never forget. Every sigh, every shiver, every soft moan is etched into his memory. They linger in the deepest corners of his mind, like delicate brushstrokes on a canvas, a masterpiece of sensation that he will never tire of admiring.

As clothes fall away, discarded on the floor, Jihoon takes his time. He wants to savor every second, every sensation. His lips ghost over your collarbone, down your chest, across your stomach. He feels your fingers tighten in his hair, hears your breath hitch. His hands find the elastic of your panties, and suddenly, it’s like he can’t breathe.

"Jihoon," you whisper, his name a prayer on your lips.

He looks up at you, drinking in the sight. Your hair is mussed, cheeks flushed, eyes dark with desire. You've never looked more beautiful. He finds your clit, and the sound you make sounds better than anything he could create in his studio. It’s heaven and hell, all at once, the way your hips grind against his palm, the scent of your arousal permeating his senses.

“Fuck,” he hisses, sliding your soaked panties down your thighs, “you’re so fucking wet.”

Your breath catches at his words, a shiver running through your body. Jihoon's fingers move with deliberate slowness, teasing and exploring. He watches your face intently, memorizing every flutter of your eyelashes, every parting of your lips. If this is the only time he’ll ever have this, then by God, he wants to remember everything, so he can play it back, night after night.

"Please," you whimper, your hips bucking against his hand.

Jihoon's breath catches in his throat. He's dreamed of this moment for so long, imagined the sound of your voice begging for him. But reality is so much sweeter, so much more intoxicating. Jihoon feels drunk on the power of your pleasure, on the way you respond to his every caress. He slides one finger inside you, then another, marveling at the tight, wet heat. Your walls clench around him, and he has to bite back a groan.

"You're so beautiful," he murmurs, pressing open-mouthed kisses along your inner thigh. "So perfect."

His thumb circles your clit as his fingers curl inside you, searching for that spot that makes you see stars. When he finds it, you cry out, your back arching off the couch.

“More,” you plead, your voice a husky whisper that cuts straight through him, igniting every nerve ending. The need in your voice is intoxicating, and he obeys without a second thought. Your fingers tangle in his hair, urging him on as if you can’t get close enough, can’t pull him into you fast enough. “God, you’re exquisite,” he breathes, the words escaping him as he drinks in the sight of you. And then he’s there, his mouth on you, and it’s as if his world has exploded into color. You taste like a sinner’s salvation, sweet and salty and like guilt. Like lilac wine—bittersweet and intoxicating—you linger on his tongue, the taste of something forbidden yet holy, and he drinks you in, helplessly devout.

Jihoon’s tongue works in tandem with his fingers—each movement deliberate as he relishes the way your body writhes above him, how you tug at his hair as if you can't stand to have him any closer.  Your thighs tremble around his head, and he can’t help but revel in the way your body responds to him. Your breath comes in short, desperate gasps, and he knows you’re getting close with each flick and curl of his fingers.

He feels your walls fluttering around him, tightening in a way that makes his heart race. It’s a thrilling sensation, knowing he’s bringing you to the edge. With every gentle press of his fingers, he can see the pleasure building inside you, your body arching in anticipation.

“Please, Jihoon,” you whimper, and that plea ignites something deep within him. He’s captivated by how beautifully you’re coming apart in his hands, and it drives him mad.

“Let go for me,” he murmurs against you, adding a little more pressure with his thumb as his fingers pick up the pace. The room is filled with the sound of your soft moans, and he watches your expressions shift with every movement, completely entranced.

Just when he thinks he can’t take it anymore, he feels you tighten around him, trembling as your body responds to the building waves of pleasure. For a second, Jihoon swears he reaches nirvana; the sounds you make race through him like lightning bolts.

“Let go,” he urges softly, and in that moment, your body shudders, and a cry of bliss escapes your lips. Jihoon feels a rush of satisfaction wash over him as you come undone beneath him, skin glowing with exertion. Jihoon works you through it, gentling his movements as you come down from your high. He presses soft kisses to your inner thighs, your stomach, slowly making his way back up your body.

He looks up at you, eyes glinting with desire, feeling an overwhelming urge to mark this moment forever—the way you look, the way you sound. He nods, as if promising to deliver everything you crave, and rises to lean over you again, capturing your lips with his. The kiss is searing, a desperate scramble of breaths and desires as your tongues entwine. You taste like the rapture, but the taste of your tears sends shockwaves of terror through him. Jihoon knows he is a sinner – but if the road to hell tastes as sweet as you, he’ll make the journey a thousand times over.  

Breaking the kiss, Jihoon reaches for his jeans, hastily shedding that last barrier between you. His heart races as he positions himself at your entrance, locking eyes with you in a moment that feels monumental. “Are you sure?” he asks again, the weight of the question lingering between you like a promise, an invitation. 

There are tears in your eyes when you take one of his hands in yours, guiding it to rest against your cheek. “Yes,” you whisper, your heart racing in tandem with his. The certainty in your voice ignites a fire within him, erasing every doubt that dared to linger. “I want this. I want you.”

With those words, Jihoon feels something inside him break and reform. He enters you slowly, savoring every inch, every sensation. The feeling is overwhelming, almost spiritual in its intensity. Your bodies fit together like puzzle pieces, meant to be joined. He stills for a moment, forehead pressed against yours, breathing heavily.

"You feel incredible," he breathes, his voice strained with the effort of holding back.

You wrap your legs around his waist, pulling him deeper. The moan that escapes your lips is the sweetest sound Jihoon has ever heard. He begins to move, setting a slow, deep rhythm. Each thrust feels like coming home, like finding a piece of himself he never knew was missing.

Your hands roam his back, nails digging in slightly as the pleasure builds. Jihoon kisses you deeply, swallowing your moans. He wants to memorize every sound, every expression, every sensation.

Jihoon's hips snap forward, and you cry out, arching beneath him. He feels drunk on the sounds you make, on the way your body responds to his. The room is filled with the sound of skin against skin, of ragged breaths and soft moans. Jihoon can't tear his eyes away from your face, watching as pleasure washes over you in waves. Your skin is flushed, a light sheen of sweat making you glow in the dim light. He can't take his eyes off you, mesmerized by the way your lips part with each thrust, the way your eyes flutter closed in ecstasy.

"Look at me," he whispers, his voice rough with desire. "I want to see you."

Your eyes open, meeting his gaze. The intensity of the moment is almost too much to bear. Jihoon feels exposed, vulnerable, but he can't look away. He sees everything in your eyes - the pleasure, the guilt, the overwhelming desire. It's a mirror of his own emotions, and it threatens to consume him. Your hands cup his face, pulling him down for a kiss that's both tender and desperate. Jihoon's hips stutter, his rhythm faltering as he loses himself in the taste of your lips. He feels your walls tightening around him, knows you're close.

"Jihoon," you gasp, breaking the kiss. "I'm close..."

He nods, understanding. His hand snakes between your bodies, finding your clit. He circles it with his thumb, matching the rhythm of his thrusts.

"Come for me," he urges, his voice low and husky. "Let me see you fall apart."

Your body responds to his words, to his touch. You're trembling beneath him, teetering on the edge of bliss. Jihoon watches in awe as pleasure washes over you. Your back arches, pressing your chest against his. Your walls clench around him, pulsing with your release. The sight of you coming undone, combined with the feeling of you tightening around him, pushes Jihoon over the edge.

He buries his face in the crook of your neck, muffling his groan as his hips stutter, driving deep as he spills inside you. For a moment, the world narrows to just the two of you, bodies intertwined, breaths mingling.

As the waves of pleasure subside, reality begins to creep back in. Jihoon lifts his head, meeting your gaze. There's a mix of emotions in your eyes - satisfaction, affection, and a hint of guilt. He knows his own expression must mirror yours.

Slowly, carefully, he pulls out and lies beside you on the narrow couch. You turn to face him, and he reaches out to brush a strand of hair from your face. The gesture is tender, intimate in a way that makes his heart ache. Just tonight, he reminds himself. Only for tonight.

"Are you okay?" he asks softly, searching your face for any sign of regret.

Your tears start anew, and Jihoon swears he can hear his own heart crumbling. “Fuck,” you whimper, pulling at the ends of your hair. “Fuck! Jihoon, what did we just do?”

His body aches for you, his soul hungers for yours, but all he can offer is his embrace as he held you close against his chest. He can feel your tears, hot and guilt-ridden, and he feels like he’s just made the biggest mistake in the world.

"I'm sorry," he whispers, his own tears falling onto your hair.

Sleep comes slowly, hours later, as the night ends and the next morning begins. It takes him hours to calm your breathing, to soothe your tears, to coax you into a fitful sleep.

He’s sure he’ll never sleep again.

But when he wakes, you’re gone - every trace of you that he had tried so desperately to memorize has been wiped clean from his apartment. It was as if you had never been there at all.

This is what hell feels like, Jihoon thinks to himself.

In the dark, Jihoon learned how to break you apart and build you back together — but in the harsh light of day, it’s him that’s left broken. 

[bookwormjust]

Having a fever (established relationship Cassian, training Valkyries)

You’re curled up beneath layers of blankets, your body trembling despite the warmth. The fire crackles softly in the hearth, but even that can’t cut through the bone-deep chill running through you. Your head is pounding, your throat feels raw, and every breath seems like a struggle. You’ve been sick before, many times in fact—your immune system has always been a bit of a joke, even for a fae—but this fever feels different, heavier. It’s pulling you down, making your limbs feel like lead.

Cassian had kissed you goodbye earlier that morning, heading out to train the Valkyries, completely unaware that you were starting to come down with something. You hadn’t wanted to worry him. After all, Cassian is the most powerful General, an Illyrian warrior who carries the weight of his responsibilities with ease. You didn’t want him distracted because you were having another one of your “sick spells.” 

But as the fever worsens, you can’t help but wish he were here.

Your vision blurs, and you can feel the sweat soaking through your clothes, but no matter how many blankets you pile on, you can’t stop shivering. A groan escapes your lips, but it’s weak, your body too exhausted to even call out for help. 

---

Out on the training fields, Cassian is focused, barking orders at the Valkyries as they move through their drills. His wings are flared, the sun glinting off the dark, powerful span of them as he surveys their progress. But even as he watches, his thoughts drift back to you. Something had seemed a little off this morning, a faint pallor in your cheeks, a tiredness in your eyes. He brushes the worry aside, reminding himself that you’re strong, resilient. 

But the nagging feeling in the back of his mind refuses to go away.

Azriel, standing beside him, gives him a sharp look, noticing the distraction. “Something on your mind?” the shadowsinger asks, his voice low and calm as usual.

Cassian grunts, rubbing the back of his neck. “It’s probably nothing. But my mate... they’ve been looking a little off lately. They fall sick more than they should, even for a fae.”

Azriel's brows knit together, his eyes narrowing in concern. “Do you need to go check on them?”

Cassian hesitates, scanning the Valkyries as they continue training. But the worry gnaws at him. He knows you. He knows your stubbornness, your tendency to downplay things so he wouldn’t worry. A sick feeling coils in his gut.

“I think I do,” he mutters, his voice tight. “I’ll be back.” Without waiting for a response, he takes off, his wings beating powerfully as he soars through the air, heading back to your shared home.

---

When Cassian bursts through the door, his heart nearly stops. You’re lying there, curled up on the bed, pale and shaking under a mountain of blankets. Your face is flushed, beads of sweat glistening on your skin, and the sound of your ragged breathing fills the room.

“Great Mother,” he breathes, rushing to your side. He kneels beside the bed, his large hand pressing gently to your forehead, feeling the heat radiating from your skin. “Why didn’t you called me through the bond ?”

Your eyes flutter open at the sound of his voice, and even in your feverish haze, you manage a weak smile. “Didn’t... didn’t want to worry you,” you rasp, your voice barely a whisper.

Cassian’s expression darkens with concern, his brows furrowing deeply. “Worry me? You’re my mate. I *live* to worry about you,” he says, his tone both exasperated and affectionate. His hand cups your cheek, his thumb brushing gently across your burning skin. “You should’ve called for me.”

You try to shake your head, but even that small movement makes the room spin. “You were training... the Valkyries need you...”

Cassian’s jaw clenches, his gaze softening as he leans closer, pressing a kiss to your forehead. “They can wait. You’re what matters.”

He moves quickly, fetching cool water and cloths, his warrior hands surprisingly gentle as he presses the damp cloth to your feverish skin, trying to cool you down. He’s calm, but you can sense the worry thrumming through him, the frustration that he hadn’t been here sooner.

“I hate seeing you like this,” he mutters as he wipes the sweat from your brow. “It’s not fair, you getting sick like this. You’re fae, you should be invincible, but no... you’ve got to keep proving me wrong.”

You manage a weak laugh, the sound rough and broken in your throat. “I guess it’s funny... that the mate of the most powerful General... gets sick all the time.”

Cassian huffs a laugh, though there’s no real humor in it. “Funny isn’t exactly the word I’d use.” He pulls you into his arms, holding you carefully, as if afraid you’ll break. His wings curl protectively around you, creating a warm, comforting cocoon. “I’ve faced armies, fought in wars... but this? This terrifies me.”

You lean into him, finding comfort in his strength, even as the fever burns through you. “I’ll be okay,” you whisper, though your voice lacks the conviction you want it to have.

Cassian presses his lips to your temple, his breath warm against your skin. “You better be,” he murmurs, his voice soft but filled with fierce determination. “Because I’m not going anywhere. I’ll stay here all night if I have to.”

And he does. Cassian holds you through the fever, never leaving your side, his powerful arms wrapped around you as if his presence alone could fight off the sickness. And in his arms, even in your fevered state, you feel safe—protected. 

You may not have the strongest immune system, but you have Cassian, and that’s a strength all its own.

[st4rfckerz]

mdni 18+ cw// use of "mommy" (not in a "mommy kink" way)

sweat drips down anakin's forehead, staining your chest with tiny droplets. his breathing is heavy and labored, as he continues to thrust deep inside you. his hips slam against yours, driving his thick cock deeper into your tight, aching cunt. anakin groans loudly, his pace increasing even further.

"shit baby you're squeezin' around me so good." his lips crash against yours in a hungry, demanding kiss, his tongue forcing its way into your mouth. each powerful thrust causes your tits to bounce enticingly, and he can't resist reaching out to grab hold of one, sucking on your nipple greedily. his big hands move downwards, grabbing your hips and lifting them up slightly. the new angle sends a new wave of electricity trickling throughout your veins. your moans turn into high-pitched whimpers as he slams into you.

with each roll of his hips, he pulls almost all the way out before driving back in harder than before. you lose yourself in the sensations, your mind drifting away from anything else except for this moment, the feeling of being completely consumed by him. your eyes flutter shut due to the overwhelming feelings coursing through your body. anakin takes notice and softly strokes your warm cheek.

"come back to me angel, let me see those eyes." anakin gives you a lazy smile as his eyes meet with your own. his deep golden hair sticks to his forehead all sweaty and messy. anakin's legs start to tremble, signaling that he's close to his climax.

"ani, i'm getting close- " you warn him, your body bouncing beneath his in a rhythmic pattern. anakin's legs start to tremble, signaling that he's close to his own climax.

"yeah, you gonna let me fill you up hm? want me to make you a mommy?" anakin eggs you on, his voice hoarse and raspy. "you'd be so pretty baby, such a pretty mommy." he smiles down at you in awe. your sore cunt contracts around his cock as his words. anakin's pace doesn't slow down; instead, he picks up speed, pounding into you relentlessly.

"cum for me, angel. i need to see you cum on my cock." he growls, his voice thick with satisfaction.

unable to hold back any longer, anakin's cock throbs powerfully inside you one last time before filling you up with his hot cum. your cunt clenches tightly around his shaft, milking him dry.

"that's my girl," breathing heavily, anakin pulls out of you, his cock covered in your juices. he gives you a quick peck on you temple before reaching down spreading your legs wider apart. "oh look at that." he clicks his tongue. you squirm under his attentions, unable to resist the post-orgasmic euphoria still coursing through your veins. he traces his index finger along your inner thigh, teasingly brushing against your sensitive folds, eventually pushing the remnants of his cum back inside you.

"not a drop goes to waste."

[honeyshiddendesire]

Can't Stop

Pairing: Eustass Kidd x Female Reader

Warnings: MINORS & AGELESS BLOGS BEGONE!!! 18+! Vaginal penetration, dirty talk, overstimulation, dirty talk, pet names (baby, babe), Kidd being pussy drunkkkkkk

Summary: Porn without Plot it's just Kidd being drunk off that coochie lol

*One of the old stories I posted on my deleted Tumblr but thankfully I wrote it on my Google docs so it's back again !😍*

*banner*

Wet slaps, creaks and moans filled the room making your head swim. It was intoxicating the way he pressed into your pussy roughly. Pushing your legs back to your chest to get as deep into your cunt as possible.

“Some good pussy.” He murmured as his eyes locked to where you both were connected.

“Just like that! Kidd baby please~!” You moaned out.

Squish. Slap.

“Fuck babe! Listen to how loud your cunt is!” Kidd’s moan was raspy and drawn out, making you shiver. Body warming up to the praise he was giving you.

“F-feels so good~” You stare up at him as he owns your body in his large hands.

“Made for me, you know that right?” Kidd whispered when he looked at your eyes deeply, still a scowl on his face. Your pussy fluttering at the passionate attention he was giving you. His soft words never matching the harsh expression he always wore.

“Yes! All yours Eustass~” Moaning his name had the man’s eyes roll back and fuck into your spongy cunt faster. His abs flexing and rippling with every powerful thrust he delivered to your sopping wet pussy.

Moving his hands up higher until he was pushing your ankles back. “Eustass~!” You whined at the deeper angle and new stretch he was putting you in but the cocky bastard only smirked.

“Fuck yeah baby I know you can take it for me.”

You couldn’t hold back the screams from his powerfully deep thrusts. Your stomach feels so full from how he punched your insides.

“Ugh! YES~!” You screamed out throwing your head back from the pleasure.

“Yeah you like that don’t chu?” Kidd grunted as he pulled back just the tip before slamming down making you scream out.

“AH!! FUCK!” Tears sprung to your eyes that now rolled back, your hands falling above your head as you turned to mush. He was fucking you silly, your mouth unable to swallow your saliva as you started to drool.

“Holy shit Y/N! Do you even know how fucking good you look!? Dammit!” Every curse being hit with a harsh thrust that pushed you further into you a cock drunk madness.

“Yesyesyes! Fuck Kidd! Please give it to me! YES!” Your screams had the man’s body heat up and balls twitch, unprepared for just how hot you’d be. “Shit! Your cock is so fucking big~!” You hiss out the words but it only turns to a moan as he keeps beating up your pussy.

“Like taking my big cock though, huh baby?” He asked you, making you nod quickly with a whine. “Fuck yes! I love it so much~! Please use me for your big cock! Please Eustass~!”

“Damn right you love this big cock stuffing that pretty pussy of yours baby. Shit~ you feel so fucking good wrapped around my dick like this Y/N!” He moaned out in between thrusts, his grip on your ankles growing tighter.

Your gooey wall’s squeezed his girth tightly, squishing sounds making goosebumps form on his creamy skin. “Fuckfuckfuck!” He growled out, his cock thrusting on each curse in frustration. “Can’t last long with how fucking wet you are. Dammit!” He was practically whining at himself at this point since you were in euphoria.

“So! Big!” You sob out between his pounding, eyes not able to focus on the man above you anymore. Your dazed out look left him moaning deeply, fucking your poor cunt faster to chase his high.

“You take this big cock so fucking good! You have no idea.” Grunting as his eyes rolled back. “Shit! I gotta cum. FUCK!”

“Take my fucking cum got it?” Kidd asked when he leaned down placing his elbows on the side of your face caging you in. Your ankles by his ears which he turned his head to nip at. “Gonna make you my lil cum dump. Get this pussy all filled till you’re dripping for weeks.”

“Yes I need your cum so bad. Please Eustass give it to me~” Your cry doesn’t go missed by the red head as he rolls his hips smoothly into your spongy walls. Kissing along your neck till he was sucking under your ears.

“Fuck I’m gonna cum.” He groans deeply against your neck before biting down a bit. Hips snapping in a frenzied pace as he fucks the endless ropes of cum into your leaking cunt.

Your walls tighten as the cord snaps, making you gasp as you claw at his back. Body and tits being rocked by the force of the large man using you roughly. Your pussy screaming with pleasure, your orgasm smacking you right along with him.

You came too many times to keep track.

“Eustass~!” You cried out with tears that he licked away as he fucked you shakily. Body buzzing with overstimulation that still couldn’t stop him. Huffing and whining as he fucked his throbbing cock into your stuffed cunt.

“Oh fuckkk~” Eustass couldn’t hold back the whine deep in his throat as he felt the tug of your walls when he dragged his cock back. You were folded into the mattress, his body pushing you deeper into the blankets.

“I can’t stop. Fuck~ Can’t. Stop~” His voice was so deep and drawn out that it made your pussy flutter.

Kidd was slobbering as he sucked on your neck, leaving bits and kisses all over. Loving how your skin sparkles with his spit covering you, his lipstick staining a trail of his passion.

“Don’t!” You start to scream, “Please don’t stop!”

“Fuck~ your pussy’s all mine. All. Fucking. Mine.” Kidd’s voice was a gravelly growl as he thrust harder making you cry out louder, voice getting hoarse. Lips kissing up your neck to your jaw until he reached your lips that he nipped gently.

“No one else can have this pussy. Got that?” Kidd asked against your lips before licking into your mouth to kiss you deeply. Your hands tangled in his hair roughly pulling him in closer.

“Mm~.”” You moan into each other's mouths, Kidd sucking on your tongue as it shoves its way into his mouth. His hips snapped sharply into your sensitive cunt as you both tongue kissed.

It was all too much for you to handle, his cock bullying your pussy and his deep kisses pushing you over the edge. Thick balls slapping into your ass making you shiver and pussy clench at the thought of filling you full again.

Pulling back slightly you mumbled into his mouth, “C-cum~ gonna cum.” You barely choke out between moans.

“Fuck ~ me too.” Kidd groans out before smashing his lips into yours making you whine as you hold him tighter.

Your pussy quivering as it wet his cock, both of you cumming together in a shaking mess. Tingling from overstimulation to the point of stars in both of your vision but neither caring.

When Kidd finally had his fill of fucking his cum into your pretty cunt he flipped you both over. Sighing when he landed on his back, throwing an arm behind his head.

“Yeah…No way I’m letting anyone else get a hold of you.” Kidd grumbled as he pulled you into his chest, his arm wrapped around you tightly.

“I can say the same about you, Captain.” You chuckle but it turns to a yelp when he pulls you in a soft chokehold almost.

“Hey I don’t have enough energy for a round three so leave the whole ‘Captain’ outta your mouth for now.” Kidd barked out against your ear making you giggle, “Okay okay~Eustass!”

“UGH! Just stop talking! Everything you say makes my dick twitch!” Kidd had to keep your mouth shut the whole night or he would’ve never gotten any sleep.

[petrichorium]

{contents: reader is afab/gn, spitting in jing yuan's mouth, lil bit of finger sucking, supposed to be cuddlefucking but i kinda got carried away lol}

“open your mouth.”

the words register slower for you than for the man you currently straddle. they spill from your lips breathless, tumbling out on sheer impulse, startling you as your own hoarse voice breaks the quiet of the room beyond. in the heady fever of the sheets you find yourself tangled within, your mind is so far gone you can’t quite follow your thoughts; still half-asleep, having been roused from a mid afternoon nap with your lover and drawn immediately into a late afternoon romp, it’s really all you can do to brace yourself as best you can against his sticky chest and roll your hips in a vain attempt to match his strong movements. still, somehow, you’ve spoken.

beneath you, jing yuan’s brows raise. his lips twitch in amusement. they part to speak, and you're reminded that they are what spawned this sudden urge; the sight of them, plush and pink and pretty, mouth slack with his panting as he stares up at you with a lidded golden gaze cloudy with want.

“open,” you demand again, voice hitching as you rock against him. sparks of hot pleasure rush through you from the combined sensation of both his cock buried deep within you and the fat, callused thumb pressed steadfast against your clit.

he obeys without further delay, opens his mouth for a pair of questing fingers that you’ve managed to trace up the column of his sweat-slick throat to press at the seam of his lips. teeth graze them, nipping in playful hunger, but you’re entirely unmoved as you press them down against the soft, wet plane of his tongue. he closes his mouth around them; you frown.

your other hand finds the back of his hair and yanks none too gently, jerking his head back and drawing a groan from him that has his eyes fluttering closed and his mouth going slack, tongue twitching against the pads of your digits as you use them to pry his jaw open wide. it’s then that you lean down, having gathered enough saliva, and spit.

the column of his throat bobs with a heavy swallow without hesitation and you resist the urge to sink your teeth into it. he shudders, lets out a downright obscene moan, bucks up against you so powerfully that you’re forced to remove your hand in a desperate bid not to be flung from your perch. it has you keening in turn, louder still when his hands tighten around your hips with white-knuckle strength to yank you down and knock the breath from your lungs.

jing yuan’s eyes open again; they’re blown dark, something borderline animal, nothing more than a rim of gold around two blackened circles that watch you with keen fervor. as soon as that heated gaze registers, a hand trails up your spine to your neck and tugs you down in a sudden burst of energy. he all but slams you into him, connecting lips to yours in a kiss full of teeth and tongue, panting like a dog into your mouth, tongue delving deep to coax yours back into his mouth. that hand presses you ever closer until it’s almost painful; as if he couldn’t possibly be close enough, as if he wished for nothing more than to meld with you entirely and feel such bliss forever.

his grip loosens, he lets you press hands to his chest and push away to catch your breath. it takes you a moment to open your eyes, still reeling from the savagery of his kiss, mind only drifting further and further with each slow, deep grind into you that he pairs with the solid grip he still has on your hips.

beneath you, he shifts. as he rises to sitting, keeping you both steady, your legs lose purchase atop the rolling spread of his thick thighs and you clutch instinctively at the broad shoulders before you, and his chest shakes with a low, satisfied chuckle as he pulls you in again. he’s softer now, nosing up at your cheek sweetly before burying his face into the crook of your shoulder in bliss, but the angle has shifted along with him—he now bullies the head of his cock against a spot within you that has your whole body trembling, falling limp against him, every thought dashed from your mind.

still, he kisses at the bare skin of your collarbone and neck. still, his hold on you tightens to keep you flush to him. still, when he pulls back to look at the mess he’s made of you, his eyes blaze; the final flash of a setting sun, the brilliant strike of lightning.

“again,” jing yuan demands, voice the rumbling thunder of an order. his mouth opens—it’s a desperate thing despite his tone, and you think it looks far more like a plea.

mindless and spent, knowing he intends to wring all he can from you, you oblige.

[starlightsuffered]

Pregnant

Info - serial killer Timothée, unprotected sex, breeding kink, rough sex, dark Timmy, Dom Timmy, promiscuous reader, Timmy’s POV

It had started with me wanting to kill her. Easy targets were prime. She’d been so easy. Just a meeting at a club and I was in her home.

“Oh fuck me deeper!” She wailed.

To my surprise, I was panting. I was fully enjoying this. I’d been completely overwhelmed by how she’d wanted me. It wasn’t supposed to feel this good. I wasn’t supposed to shove my cock this deep. I wasn’t supposed to want my cum to stick and fill.

“I actually feel good!” I moaned.

“Yes! Yes! Feel good, and when you cum, don’t pull out!” She begged me.

I was suddenly struck with an idea. My thrusts stopped. She was sopping wet, soaking my cock. I was heaving as my mind whirred.

“What is it?” She asked.

What if instead of slitting her throat I did something even more scandalous. I could avoid ending a life and start one. I could shove my dick so deep inside her that I inseminated her womb. I could breed the stranger under me and make her love it.

“Fuck yes!” I snarled lustfully at my own idea. I began to snap my hips at an even wilder pace. My cock was plunging in and out rapidly.

“Oh, oh, fuck me, oh yes!”

“I’m going to, fuck, I’m going to breed you,” I told her. I expected her to not like the idea. I expected to have to convince her. That wasn’t the case. She whimpered desperately and wrapped her legs around me.

“Yes! Yes! Fill me with cum!” She pleaded.

“Oh fuck, you’re such a whore,” I breathed.

“Mmhmmm,” she nodded. She was fucking herself on my dick even as I thrusted.

“Oh, you wanna be round? You want to be cum drunk baby girl?”

“Yes, please, breed me,” she whined.

“I’m going to make you pregnant,” I said viciously. “I’m going breed your womb.”

“My womb craves it, all my eggs, they’re screaming for your superior sperm!” She howled. I hoped the neighbours heard. I hoped everyone knew how I was conquering her body and filling her.

“Make me full, I want to be full of a strangers cum,” she said in a bratty voice. She wanted it so bad and it made my ego swell.

“I’m going to cum in you alright, I’ll even fuck it deeper,” I growled.

“PLEASE!” She squealed. That need in her voice made me explode. Ropes of cum were spurting inside her.

“Uh!” I moaned as I thrusted once more to make sure she took it. Her walls were fluttering. Her eyes were rolling into her skull. She was mumbling incoherently about being fucked full of babies.

“I’m going to get you pregnant,” I grunted as I fucked that cum deeper inside her. She was being moved across the bed with how powerfully I pushed my dick inside her.

“P-pregnant,” she whimpered.

“That’s right baby, that’s what you’ll be, I’ll make sure of it.”

[sengardet]

Gertrude's Punishment

Gertrude's greatest strength is also her greatest weakness.

Dark energy crackled from Heidi's fingertips as she hurled a shadowy bolt at Gertrude from behind. Their battle had waged on for over two hours.

Gertrude turned and deflected it with her enchanted sword, the impact reverberating up her arms. Sweat poured down Gertrude's brow, stinging her eyes.

"You're weakening," Heidi said, walking closer.

"I have plenty of fight left in me, witch!" Gertrude snarled. She charged forward and slashed at Heidi with renewed ferocity. Steel clanged against an invisible barrier. Gertrude's mighty heart pounded frantically in her chest, breath coming in ragged gasps now. Legendary for feats of strength and speed with the power of her heart, Her weakness was time, and it was running out…

Heidi's lips curled into a wicked smirk. "Poor dear, working yourself into exhaustion." She thrust out her hand, unleashing a fresh barrage of inky bolts.

Gertrude tried to block them but faltered, her sword arm trembling. The spells struck her, sending jolts of icy pain through her body. She staggered back and fell to one knee, head spinning.

I would sooner die than surrender...

Grinning, Heidi walked toward Gertrude's hunched form, savoring her imminent victory over the once-mighty warrior maiden.

As Gertrude collapsed, Heidi straddled her fallen foe, eyes glimmering with cruel triumph. She reached down, phasing through Gertrude’s warm living flesh as if it were nothing but soft clay.

Gertrude gasped as Heidi’s hand closed around her still-beating heart. The organ pulled to the surface, glistening, and pounding in the chilly moonlit night.

“Pathetic,” Heidi sneered, lips curled in a vicious smile. “For all this trouble, you’re as vulnerable as any mortal.” She said, watching Gertrude’s legendarily large, exposed heart contract violently in a candid expression of terror and exhaustion.

The victorious sorceress slapped the defenseless woman’s exposed life. A sharp, wet sound echoed through the forest as Gertrude cried out, back arching while Heidi took in the view of her seizing and stuttering heart, thrown into chaos by the sorceress’ assault.

I need to escape… Gertrude whispered, pushing weakly at Heidi.

In a burst of desperate strength, Gertrude bucked Heidi off and stumbled to her feet, one hand clutching at the quivering muscle protruding obscenely from her chest. She tried to run, but after only a few staggering steps, Gertrude collapsed to her knees, fighting for breath as her heart still shuddered uselessly.

“Going somewhere, my dear?” Heidi mocked, kicking Gertrude over. The knight lay helpless and drained of all vigor. Heidi knelt and seized the quivering muscle with both hands, squeezing her slick fluttering prize with savage glee.

Agony exploded through Gertrude’s body, her back bowing as a strangled scream tore from her throat. Her vision went dark as Heidi’s grip tightened. The last thing the knight saw before her blackout was the sorceress’s feral grin.

But Heidi wasn’t finished…

She cradled Gertrude’s pathetic and thoroughly defeated heart tenderly, admiring how the delicate thing still rippled in her merciless grasp, fighting valiantly to keep its owner alive.

“Shh, my dear. It’s not over yet,” she said to the unconscious knight as she rhythmically massaged and constricted the slick and hefty vascular mass between her hands. She tenderly coaxed Gertrude’s weakened heart to keep pumping, to keep circulating blood through her needy little body.

Mighty and determined as it is, Gertrude’s heart contracted powerfully in sporadic beats, rippling with life as Heidi’s motion nourished it and moved blood through its sprawling arteries. Heidi grinned in wicked anticipation, helping this vigorous and determined pulse bring life back to her victim.

“Oh Gertrude, your heart is so beautiful,” she said as she held the supple pink flesh, feeling its rhythmic and lively beating between her hands as those vibrant blue eyes slowly revealed themselves. It pumped faster, more forcefully as Gertrude groaned awake.

Heidi sat there holding her living prize, feeling the rise and fall of Gertrude’s chest beneath her thighs. The woman’s body seemed to surrender, muscles slackening in defeat. But something was different…

Gertrude’s heart pounded harder and faster by the second. Each contraction rippled across the glossy pink surface; arteries taut as they swelled beneath her hands. Heidi cocked her head, intrigued by the forceful contractions despite Gertrude’s otherwise effortless squirming.

“My, my, what’s this?” Heidi mused, tracing a fingertip along the prominently bulging blood vessels.

She pressed her palm to the writhing organ, felt it strain and stutter against her touch as if yearning to break free as she reminded the woman of her situation. Gertrude’s body tensed, her breathing shallow and labored.

Leaning in close, hot breath tickling Gertrude’s ear, Heidi whispered mockingly, “And what exactly are you planning, my silly little pet? Your precious heart is getting so aggressive with me sweetie.”

She slammed her hips against Gertrude’s abdomen, eliciting a choked gasp.

“Come now, I’m dying to know what futile scheme has it pumping so very… very hard..." she said with sadistic excitement, asserting her grip on the twisting, clenching supple muscle as it strained violently against her. "what an angry little thing.” she continued.

Heidi gazed down in wicked adoration. The feisty muscle calms finally as Gertrude truly accepts her fate. This new toy was more enjoyable by the second.

Rising from Gertrude's lap, Heidi was ready for round two...

[multi-kpop-fanfics]

seungkwan being a soft dom switching to a hard dom when u tell him u need MORE ooooh please please

attaching this 18+ video right here bcs it fits PERFECTLY

tw: soft to hard dom!seungkwan, unprotected sex, established relationship, breast play, rough sex, clit play, use of petnames - minors dni.

"Feels good, darling?" Seungkwan cups your face lovingly, delivering slow yet full thrusts in your cunt.

"So good, Kwannie..." You sigh in pleasure, rolling your hips against him to get more friction.

You love Seungkwan with all your heart and sex is always so good and gentle and loving with him.

But you feel needy today and sweet sex isn't really cutting it for you.

"Kwannie?"

"What's wrong, love? Did I do something wrong?"

"No! Not at all." You reassure him as soon as you notice the panic flashing through his eyes. "It's just that..."

"Y/N, it's okay, you can tell me everything." He holds your face with both of his hands now.

"Is it okay to go harder on me?"

Seungkwan's eyes shoot up in surprise and you can see his Adam's apple bobbing up and down.

"Harder?"

"It's okay if you don't feel comfortable!"

"Did I say something like that?" He raises his eyebrow in question and now it's your turn to gulp down.

"Cat got your tongue, love?"

"N-No, I just didn't expect you to agree so fa- HEY!" You yelp when he suddenly flips you on your side and slides his cock inside you again.

"You asked for harder and I'll give you exactly that, darling." Seungkwan runs his hands over your tits, groping and squeezing them tight.

He begins thrusting behind you powerfully while using your tits as leverage, thighs slapping loudly against your ass. The grunts coming out of your boyfriend's mouth are something new to you, but that's exactly what makes them even hotter.

"I never knew my sweet darling would be into rough sex, but here we are now, huh?" He murmurs on your shoulder, his fingers running over your hardened nipples.

"It's so good, Kwan, you're so fucking hot, babe." You let out short and whiny moans, your hands fisting the sheets underneath you.

Seungkwan hooks one arm under your left thigh and throws it over his hip, granting him full access to your pussy.

"I bet you're really sensitive down there, right love?" He slides his fingers over your puffed up clit and rubs fast eight-figures while his other hand teases both of your nipples.

"Ah fuck! Faster, please!" You beg him and he wraps his arms around your midriff, holding you close to his chest.

"Anything for you, love." He moans in your ear and doubles the speed of his thrusts, drilling his cock in your pussy as if it's the last time he'd get to do that.

"Gonna cum so fucking hard, love, God."

"Please please please Kwannie!"

He lets out a long, breathy moan when he comes at the same time as you, eyes fluttering as he pumps you full of his seed, thrusts slowing down to ride out your own orgasm.

"That...was fucking amazing." He lets out a laugh, chest rising and falling rapidly.

"We should do that again some time."

He looks at you with a dirty smirk plastered on his face.

"Give me ten minutes tops, love."

[timidxtempted]

Part One: Help.

Part Two: Hurt.

Part Three: Hold.

He barely took two steps from her; just enough to reach the couch, where he threw off the various decorative pillows she insisted needed to be there.

She watched as he stripped his clothing off, her eyes on him not merely to appreciate the sight of him, but to to assure herself that he was still close to her.

Naked now, he came to her, helping her up to stand in front of him on shaking legs; then into his embrace while he reached behind her to release her hands.

Once free, her arms automatically came around him, hands grabbing to pull him even closer as she sank further into his warmth. He led them to the softness of the sofa, where he laid her down and settled himself on his side next to her.

Looking down at the mess he had made of her, he smiled. Her eyes were still glazed over, jaw still slack. His paindrunk whore. His cumdumb good girl. His.

Hooking his leg between hers, he brought his thigh to rest against her sensitive cunt. Immediately, her hips began to move against the weight pressing on her mound. Grinding purely by instinct.

He looked into her eyes, held her gaze. Watched in wonder as they fluttered. Blinked. Widened. He watched understanding break through her haze; watched the realization dawn that her body was responding even if she didn't want it to, even if she thought she could not take any more.

Tears sprang into her eyes as he watched her intently. She shook her head, but he merely smiled down at her, and nodded. He slipped his fingers into her mouth to quiet her, at the same time pressing his leg more firmly into her.

Her eyes registered the sheer overwhelm of the combined stimulation a split second later as they opened fully, blinkng back her tears. He had but to nod his permission, and, muffled though they were by his fingers, her cries of hurty pleasure still filled the room.

Before she could process what was happening, before the orgasm he'd torn from her had even crested, he moved over her. Covering her body with his, he thrust himself deeply inside her, filling her completely. He held himself still for a moment, just to feel her silken, wet cunt milk his cock. Then he began to fuck her.

He fucked her slowly, powerfully. Completely. Moving inside her with the same controlled intensity with which he watched her face, and her eyes.

Everything she is, right there for him to see. And it was all his.

He kissed her. Fucked her mouth as thoroughly as he was fucking her spasming cunt. She wrapped her arms more tightly around him, her legs coming around his core, trying to pull him further into her.

Her whispered plea cracked what remained of his resolve and he half growled the words, pulling her into the abyss with him.

She felt his hot seed fill her, her spasming cunt greedily clenching his cock as she exploded around him. Eyes locked on one another as everything else in the room - in the universe - slipped away until there was only them, falling past the edge of reason, into their private chaos.

He felt the return of reality as it was reflected in her eyes - so soft now, so melty warm, yet free of the cold fire that had shone earlier.

Utterly spent, her legs fell away from where they had been wrapped around him; her arms, too, fell weakly to her side. She shifted slightly under him, raising herself, her lips meeting his in a feather light kiss before her head dropped again.

He moved off of her, despite the wordless pouty sounds she made as his cock slipped from her cunt, which had gripped him so tightly as she tried to hold him inside her.

At her side once more, he watched her float for a long while; he smiled as myriad feelings, flashes of memory, and twinges of pain flowed over her. Through her.

Kissing her forehead, he started to rise, intending on running her a very warm bath. He knew she would need it. Her sharp intake of breath slowed him, but it was the whimpered, pleading words she spoke that changed his mind altogether.

Hold me.

He pulled her to his chest, wrapping her in his arms, and brought his leg protectively over her body as well. Pulling a throw blanket over them both, he settled in for as long as she needed to be wrapped, literally, in the safety of his arms.

Everything else could wait. In this moment, he couldn't think of anything that could tear him away.

He kissed the top of her head and closed his eyes. He was perfectly content to experience her little sighs, her soft moans, her quiet gasps and joyful giggles as she floated right there in his embrace.

He liked knowing that this private little symphony was as much his as the woman he held.

[enquiringangel]

Thrillseeker

[pre-canon drabble of Star/David but can be read as platonic-ish. Just like the movie. CW for misogyny/slut shaming (from Star’s asshole mom]

When David offered her a ride on the back of his bike and a place to stay, Star should have been wary. The reasons not to go with him were obvious: they had only met yesterday, no one knew where she was going and there was nobody to miss her, she was a young woman going off alone with four young men to an unknown destination. Anything might happen.

She could hear her mother now, boys like that are only after one thing, you stupid slut. But you’d like that, wouldn’t you. She’d always spoken like Star was putting it about to half the neighborhood, when in reality she had only ever slept with one boy.

Star climbed on the back of the bike.

Her mother could burn in hell.

She arranged her skirts as she settled herself behind David and hooked her arms around his waist. He was leaner than he looked, but reassuringly solid under her hands. When he started the engine, the bike throbbed powerfully between her thighs. He gunned the throttle a few times to show off, glancing back over his shoulder with a smirk. “Hold on tight, babe.”

The ride out to the bluff was possibly the most exhilarating experience of her life. Roads meant nothing; the boys went where they pleased; on road, off road, down stairs, along the sand, weaving through the pilings under the pier and the densely wooded track up the hill. Branches glanced off Star’s arms and leaves caught in her hair but she didn’t feel them. Her heart was racing; she’d never known such speed, such power. It was almost like flying.

When they reached the bluff a thick fog had rolled in from the sea, the lamp of the lighthouse revolving high above the churning mist that was like a sea below it. David drove on recklessly, heedless of the danger.

Star looked around uneasily. She couldn’t see a thing around them, not even the other bikes, which she only knew were still there by the roar of the engines. If that was the lighthouse, then they must be on the cliff, right? “David,” she called, her voice lost to the wind. “David, slow down.”

He ignored her, though she knew he must have heard; she could feel laughter vibrating in his chest.

At this rate, his showing off was going to get them both killed. “David!”

There was a break in the fog ahead of them. The headlamp of the motorcycle illuminated the cliff’s edge, approaching at alarming speed.

Helpless, Star clung on for dear life and watched death approach.

David veered sharply at the last possible moment and braked hard. The motorcycle skidded to the very edge of the cliff and came to a stop. Star’s skirt fluttered in the breeze overhanging the sheer drop to the waves below. Star looked down at the dark waves with their glistening caps of pale foam, then up at David’s grinning face.

Relief swept over her so powerfully that it felt like she was high. Giddy laughter burst out of her. Her heart was pounding like crazy and her every nerve was singing.

In the face of her joy, David laughed too, the pair of them straddling the bike and the cliff’s edge, with nothing but air between them and certain death.

Star had never felt so alive.

[draculasfavoritewife]

I'd Give Up My Spot In Heaven (For A Moment In Hell With You)

Summary: Being the Devil's partner is more difficult some nights than others, and no one makes it harder on the both of you than Lucifer himself.

Pairing: Lucifer Morningstar x fem!Reader

Warnings: Brief depictions of smoking and alcohol use, themes of depression and self-hatred, guilt; discussions of death (but a good ending, never fear). And of course implied smut because this beautiful man has me constantly thinking some very unholy things.

If I had to choose one single TV show that changed my life and has so powerfully influenced my recent adulthood, it would definitely be the Lucifer Netflix series. I could write semesters' worth of essays on just how beautifully crafted the character is and what a stunning actor Tom Ellis is. Someday I really need to write more fic for him because truly, in my opinion Lucifer is one of THE Characters of All Time and I'm so utterly in love with him it makes me look stupid.

*I wrote this with the thought that it takes place sometime during the events of Season 2, definitely before the return of his wings

The flutter of uncharacteristically cold silk sheets brushing across your flesh wakes you with a silent gasp. Frowning, you grope blindly in the darkness, reaching out in vain for your usual heat source but grasping only more folds of empty, luxurious fabric.

You’re alone.

And the bed feels suddenly far too vast and lonesome for one body to occupy. 

After a few heartbeats of mildly distressed thrashing about, you finally open your eyes and sit up, pulling the unmoored sheets up around your bare chest and searching for him in the dark. The penthouse is quiet, full of shadows draping languorously across the furniture and expensive art, hiding the familiar contours of his elegant bedroom from view. 

He’s not there. 

He’s left you alone in his bed, something he really only does when his mind is torturing him too much, so he resorts back to his oldest tried-and-true method of dealing with pain — avoidance. 

Which means he’s in pain out there somewhere. Your beloved fallen angel is afflicted with some hurt that strikes too deep for him to rest tonight.

And you don’t want him to remain like that until morning. 

With a sigh, you rise from the empty bed and shrug into the button-up shirt he tossed onto the night table only several hours before. Though he often offers the whites to you, you always prefer the black ones instead, these garments that seductively wrap your form like soft night shadows, the scent of his cologne heavily amplified without a light to distract your other senses. Your bare feet make hardly any sound on the cool floor as you stumble your way into the main living area, eyes slowly adjusting to the dim. 

There he is. 

He hasn’t gone far, sitting slouched forward at the piano, a nearly empty whiskey tumbler within easy reach and soft smoke curling upward from the lit cigarette held between his long fingers. By the array of still-glowing stumps littering the nearby ashtray, it’s not his first one of the night, either. He only chain-smokes when he’s really worked up, so you approach him cautiously, halting a couple of feet from his left side.

His endless dark eyes are focused impossibly far away, haunted and cold, and they don’t so much as even flicker in your direction as you hover there, uncertain of how to catch his attention. 

“Go back to bed, Darling. I’ll be along eventually.” 

His voice is as smooth and lovely as ever, but the detached undertone running like bitter poison beneath sends a tiny shiver up the back of your neck. 

“What’s wrong, Love?” 

He doesn’t reply, and you would almost wonder if he didn’t hear you at all, save for the agitated clenching and unclenching of his chiseled jaw. Restless fingers tap a dusting of ash from the end of the cigarette, shoving it back between full lips for another irritated drag of smoke into his immortal lungs. 

He did hear.

So you choose to wait, settling on the end of the piano bench beside him, though not quite close enough to touch. 

Smoke jets from his nostrils, its acrid scent burning the back of your throat. 

“Nothing’s wrong. Just up for an impromptu nightcap, Sweetheart.” He immediately contradicts his casual claim by abruptly tossing back the rest of his whiskey and rising for a refill. You watch his silhouette as he looms over his private bar to replenish his drink.

Even when all of the details are hidden, he’s still utterly captivating, the sleek planes of his toned body sharply outlined by the faint light bleeding from the windows. 

“You don’t drink like that for a nightcap.” You absently brush your fingertips across a simple chord on the piano keys. “You can talk to me, about whatever’s on your mind. You know that.” 

“Did I ASK you to play the part of my therapist?” his dark shape snarls, another billow of nicotine smoke accentuating his sudden anger. 

You turn so you’re facing him, though you still can’t make out his face.

He feels safer that way, hidden in the dark. 

The Devil may be an excellent actor, but those damned beautiful eyes have always given him away to you, and he has the nasty suspicion they’re a bit too glossy at the moment for his comfort. 

You sigh softly. “Don’t think of it that way, then. I’m not here to analyze and dissect you. But you haven’t been sleeping well lately.” You hold up your hands to stall the protest you know is coming. “And I know you probably don’t need it the same way I do. But you hold everything in, and you bury it so deep, Lucifer. There will only ever be more and more piling on top if you don’t let it out sometime.” 

He huffs, a harsh burst of scornful laughter. Drawing closer again, he towers over you, tall and forbidding, eyes briefly flashing crimson through the shadows cast across his face.

“And just how do you suggest I go about that, hmm? I don’t exactly have my trust in others positively reinforced that often.” 

You’re very well aware of his profound trust issues, but that one hurts. “That's not fair, Lucifer. When have I ever given you reason to doubt me? When have I ever done anything except stand by you?” 

“You haven’t! But that’s the lovely part about you humans, isn’t it? I can watch and listen and taste and think I’ve figured out exactly how you work, and then every single time, something extraordinary happens and I realize I’ve predicted wrong again! There’s no rhyme or reason to you!” He tears away from you, pacing and agitated. “And bloody Hell, I’m TIRED of finally letting down my walls for you people only to be trampled upon again and again.” 

No knife blade could cut quite so deep and sharp, and for a moment, you’re left completely speechless at the implication that you would ever betray him. But you heard the way his voice broke at the peak of his rant, the shuddering sound of his ragged breaths, so for the moment you swallow your own hurt and focus on his.

He needs you right now, whether he recognizes it or not. 

“Okay. You're right. We have been — we still are — so very unfair to you, Love. I know that. I’m sorry you’re still seen as the villain; I’m so sorry for all of it. And I know your own family only continues to betray your trust as well. I am —” you clear your throat, your own voice wavering slightly now. “— I am sorry you never had anyone truly on your side, Lucifer. I can’t imagine what that’s like.” 

His frenzied pacing stops; he approaches you again, footsteps suddenly tentative. “Why do they all do it?”

You’re not sure you’ve ever heard his voice so soft, so uncertain.

“Why, after all of the chances I give them, does everyone still think it’s such a grand time to undermine and manipulate me whenever they get the chance?” 

You stand, and ever so slowly bring your hands up to cradle his handsome, angular face. “They all have their own reasons, my Darling. Please….” 

You’re not quite sure what you’re pleading him for, but the utter despair overflowing from those fathomless eyes twists your heart even harder than his outburst from before. 

“It isn’t you,” you whisper fiercely, recognizing the all-too-familiar desolation of his intense self-hatred surfacing. “Luce, Angel, it’s never been you. I promise.” 

“Why can’t I make anyone happy?” he asks in a broken whisper. He’s letting you closer; you can feel his smoky breath ruffling your sleep-tossed hair, and the heat rising from his bare torso in front of you.

Your hands hesitantly drift from his face, caressing the smooth expanse of his chest before trailing around to his back. He flinches, a minuscule twitch as your fingertips gently find their way to catch in the wide, roughened furrows there — the enormous crescent scars that are all that remain of his beautiful wings. 

You order your thoughts, taking a breath to let your own inner tumult dissipate, and inhale the scent of him, that blend of too-expensive cologne edged with just enough of the whiskey and smoke to be enthralling and not overpowering. It reminds you once more, in this moment, of just how deeply you love this tortured angel, your King without a crown, and how you chose to do so even knowing there would be nights like this, times when he tried to push you away. 

He deserves to have someone on his side no matter what, even when he’s difficult. 

“You make me happy.” 

His mouth opens, no doubt to argue that, but you press on before he can speak. “Do you remember the night you finally took the chance and showed me your devil face?” 

He nods, reluctant and suspicious. 

“Do you remember what I did?” 

His eyes narrow and he tilts his head to one side, thinking. “I remember…what you didn’t do. You didn’t scream. Or try to run away, or just sit there staring at me like you were going to explode. You were…startled, of course, but you…accepted it?” 

“I did. I do. Do you know why?” 

He shakes his head mutely, those eyes wide and glimmering with interest now as he stares back into yours, searching for the answer. 

“Because it’s you. Devil, angel, man, monster, whatever you want to call yourself — none of that matters to me, because all of it is just names, decorations over the Lucifer I fell in love with. And that…being…cares — so deeply — about people, even though he claims he doesn’t. He sacrifices so much for others, even as he calls himself selfish. And —” you gently shush him so you can finish before he tries to deflect, “— the way others treat him does hurt him, though he puts up a good act. I know that’s why he tries to push away the people who love him. I understand.” 

A barely perceptible shudder runs through his skin, and he looks away from you for a moment. He’s still not always used to anyone but Dr. Martin being able to read him that well, but he’s relieved that you can. Anyone else in this close of a relationship with him would have probably thrown in the towel long before now. 

After a moment, powerful arms pull you in tight to his body, solidly encircling your form. His breathing slows; the comforting sensation of his agile hands stroking your back brings a smile to your lips. 

“Now, what else is wrong?” you whisper. 

A long sigh rocks you against his chest. “I saw their faces in my dreams again. Relived their pain…. I’m left wondering again if there wasn’t anything I could have done to — well. I suppose I’m saying I still feel responsible.” 

You let your eyes flutter shut against him, soothingly massaging his scars and feeling the tense muscles in his back let go one by one.

“Who, Luce?” 

He swallows hard above your head, allowing himself a moment to compose his voice before speaking their names aloud. “Delilah. Jana. Father Frank.” 

People who once meant something to him, people who died violent deaths that he wishes he could have protected somehow.

Or had maybe never met in the first place.

His fingertips dig into your skin through his shirt, and you know exactly where his tormented mind is going, the fear that everyone he cares about will end up hurt or dead eventually. 

He can’t have that happen to you. 

“They all made their own choices, Love. Delilah and Jana were attached to their lifestyles and knew it might catch up with them or go wrong someday. Father Frank loved so fiercely he would have chosen the same fate for himself a hundred times over. I know it’s…difficult, for you — for any of your family — to comprehend, but we 'insignificant humans' do have things in this life we are willing to take risks for. Even die for.” You huff a quiet laugh, burying yourself even further in the warmth of his skin. 

“What would you die for?” 

The honest, blunt question takes you by surprise. There’s none of his usual banter or teasing preceding it. When you pull back to meet his eyes, you see the look of earnest interest on his face, his dark brows drawn together with the force of his desire to understand. 

It’s not a difficult answer. 

“You, Lucifer. What we have. That’s what I would die for.” 

His gaze feels like it’s piercing all the way into the most vulnerable parts of your soul, searching for any sign of why you would do so. 

Then his focus suddenly flits away again; for a heartbeat, pain settles into the lines of his face before it clears as quickly as it appeared. 

“I was thinking about Uriel, too.” 

It feels like there’s suddenly no air in your lungs. He hasn’t really brought up what happened with his younger brother to you except in passing. You know how much that whole situation wrecked him, but though you ached to let him know he could talk to you about it, you also knew it hurt far too much, so you merely supported him silently through his despair-fueled run of alcohol, drugs, and raging parties, hoping that one day he would realize he could trust you with the full weight of it. 

Perhaps he finally has. 

“I was thinking about him, and how I — I killed my brother, Darling. I took the Blade of Azrael and plunged it right into him without a second thought. What kind of —” he takes a choppy breath, swallows again; when he continues, his voice is barely more than a whisper.

“What kind of monster does that make me, Love?” 

You ponder your reply as your fingers travel up to his face once more, feeling the well-loved scratch of his perpetually perfect five-o-clock shadow as you caress his jaw.

He leans ever so slightly into your touch as he waits for your next words, somewhat reassured by the intimate contact that they won’t be damning. 

“Uriel would have killed the detective. And he would have killed your mother.” Your own voice is firm, certain in your assessment. “You looked out for your own. You gave him so many chances to back off, and he didn’t. In a way, even Uriel made his own choice in the end.” You gaze back up into his eyes, noting how vulnerable he looks here in this moment through the shining veil of tears that even now refuse to fall.

“Don’t blame yourself for your brother’s death anymore, Lucifer.” 

“But I’d never taken a life before.” His lips press together into a hard line, their sweeping curves disappearing momentarily into grief. “And to have my first be him?” 

“I know.” You push yourself into him again, trailing soft kisses across his collarbone. “And I’ll never know what you’re going through. But I’m here. I’m always here. And we can talk all about it whenever you need. I’m not going anywhere. I love you.” 

You can’t quite tell if he’s crying or not as he fiercely folds you into his grasp, as close as the two of you can possibly hold each other. But you stay like that for a very long time, swaying gently back and forth, no sound audible save for the breaths and beating hearts of the Devil and his human lover. 

Eventually, he is the one to pull away, retreating back to the bar and picking up his drink from where he set it down before. His cigarette has long since gone out, but he makes no move to light another. You can tell by the loose set of his shoulders that his self-inflicted torture is easing for now, and as it passes, your own body wearily reminds you of how late — or early? — it is, and that it would much rather be in bed. 

“Go back to bed, Darling.” There’s real warmth in Lucifer’s voice now as he repeats his words from before.

“I’ll be along eventually.” 

So you do, still wearing his shirt, and drift in and out of lonely dreams until the mattress finally dips beside you, heralding his along-waited arrival. 

“Still awake?” He clicks his tongue in mock disapproval. “My scintillating company has ruined you for ever sleeping alone again, hasn’t it?” 

“Maybe.” You roll onto your back to smile up into his face. “The bed’s so cold without you.” 

He smirks, runs a teasing finger down from your lips right up to where you left the top couple buttons of the shirt strategically undone. “Well. I was a bit of an ass to you earlier, Love, and I do want to make it up to you. So.” He leans in close, that familiar look of utterly seductive, wicked mischief crossing his face.

“Tell me, what is it you want from me right now? What is that sinful, naughty little desire of yours that’s just waiting so patiently on the tip of your tongue? Go on, Sweetheart, don’t be shy.” 

“Lucifer!” You glare up into his expectant, dancing eyes as you struggle to resist his persuasion. “I’m not going to say it out loud.” 

“Oh, so it’s REALLY awful then!” He sounds shamelessly delighted as he traps you in place so you can’t possibly elude the inevitable revelation of what’s on your mind. “And how should I punish my favorite little sinner, for thinking such deliciously dirty things?” 

Unable to hold on to your resolve any longer, you pull him down over you so that you can feverishly unload your demented fantasies into his waiting ear. 

“Well, well, well.” A low chuckle vibrates deep in his chest as he kisses you, scorchingly slow. “How DO you manage to go about your day-to-day life as a seemingly normal human when your innermost thoughts are so sordid, Darling? Tell me, is it terribly difficult keeping your wicked side under wraps during daylight hours?” 

You sigh in pleasure as his mouth moves to your throat and his talented fingers start to smoothly undo the buttons of the shirt. “Only when you’re around.” 

“Is that so?” He rests his forehead against yours, a hand sweeping under the curve of your back and lifting your body up to meet his. “They do call me the tempter, I suppose. Ah, Darling, you can bet I’m going to do my very damndest to break that flawless self-restraint of yours in public one of these days. Whatever do you think people would say if that were to happen?” 

“Just shut up and punish me already,” you murmur, shivering as your skin is exposed to the chill air once more. “You’ve tortured me for long enough.” 

“Really.” He grins devilishly, sharp eyes glowing like hot embers in the dim.

“I do believe I haven’t even started.”