#reuploaded cause I had to fix something ;;

[doeshetakecareofu]

matty doesn’t like sharing

warnings: mature content. matty x fem!reader. matty cums in girlie. umm idk.

note: neglected this blog and comes back to post crap. reupload from grlplastic (edited version). probably not any better than unedited. i promise i’m working on something i swearrrrr. did i proofread? does this make any sense at all? no.

you watch matty sneer at you from across the table you're sitting next to his best friend who's having the time of his life, teasing adam for god knows what. it’s fuzzy as you look at matty with a silent plead, you know your face is probably retorted into your ugliest most desperate face because he’s holding back a laugh.

it's about half past one in the morning. they've just finished a show in london, it was small something casual. there’s chatter and jokes about it being past adam’s bedtime and about a couple mishaps during the concert. matty wasn't happy with you, he claims you like george. just before heading on stage matty finds you fixing and tugging at george’s button up making sure he looks presentable which according to matty he already did. even if it was true that you liked his friend you'd never admit it, you and matty were casual. it didn't matter to you if matty had a million girls in his room to fill an empty bed. you knew if you guys were just casual he wouldn't be punishing you. matty had given you the silent treatment with looks here and there before, during and after finding you and george. he claims it wasn’t the way you fixed george’s button up but the way he looked down at you like ‘you were the greatest fuckin’ thing to grace the planet’. you pushed and pulled at matty until he finally found out a way you could make it up to him.

he placed the object in your hands expecting you to completely ignore him, protest and throw it back at him — but you didn't. you slipped it in obeying him. matty liked the power he had over you, he knew you couldn't live without him. you rarely took interest in other guys, he knew you were his. he knew deep down inside you didn't want him to ever get mad at you.

"are you okay, why aren't you talking?" george places a card down, letting ross take his turn. "you look sick, are you alright?" george’s questions cloud your brain as he places a hand on your thigh giving it a quick squeeze. you feel your face heat up crimson dancing on your cheeks, along your whole body. you look at matty who's reaching into his pocket for something. the vibrating bud inside of you, only vibrated slowly, it was never intense until now. you look at matty who's seconds away from letting out a laugh. george rubs your thigh, concerned "let's go take your temperature, yeah?" he says, placing a hand on your forehead. matty butts in, "i think she's fine," he says smugly looking your way while taking some cards from the deck. the only thing you could do was nod afraid of slipping up.

"your turn george," says adam taking note of your clenching legs with your fidgety feet rubbing against each other then shaking profusely the next second. george slowly returns to the game, rubbing your back to distract yourself from whatever is bothering you. the vibrations soon slow down, causing relief to wash over you. the fear of an orgasm, or the slick of your heat coming out from between your legs onto your seat all seemed to be real possibilities about a second ago. after waves of intense to slow vibrations from the bud inside you it finally stops. you to let out a tired sigh resting your head on george’s shoulder. he smiles sweetly looking down at you once again like you’re ‘the greatest fuckin’ thing to grace the planet’ he snakes an arm around your waist pulling you closer into his body.

"i think someone should take her to bed, or run her a cold bath she's been heating up,” george says, getting up from his seat slowly wrapping his arms around you to move to your bedroom. "i'll take her, matty jumps out of his seat running to your side, snatching you from george. "are you sure, matty?" adam takes a sip of his beer taking a look at matty’s deck. "i'm sure,” matty growls, forcing you onto your feet, "walk," he demands into your ear. you tremble like a fawn, letting your knees buckle.

matty offers some support but he's mostly dragging you out of the room. you two hastily walk down the hallway as matty whispers in your ear. "you're lucky i didn't embarrass you in front of them, you know that?" he nips into your neck opening the door to your room all too loudly. the guys take a look at the two of you from where they sit on the opposite side of the hallway shooting each other all kinds of looks, shrugging.

"i could've let you come in your shorts, right there" he throws you onto your bed as you hear the door slam shut. the smell of his scent fills your nose as you lay on his bed fucked out from what’s been torturing your insides. "i wasn't that mean to you, hm?" matty sneers, pulling your shorts off. he moves to your top, a lacey babydoll top the material almost identical to the material of george’s button up. you sit up attempting to cover yourself, you felt exposed, you were in your underwear. sure matty’s seen you in this state many times but this time was all too embarrassing for you to take, matty was still fully dressed black and dark greys covering him looking at you with flickering eyes. you can't help but think this is matty’s way of humiliating you.

he gets on his knees below you prying your legs open. he pulls off your underwear, a light pink panty that’s lined with lace patterns and flowers. “were gonna wear these for my best mate, yeah?” he breathes, shoving them into his pocket. before retrieving the toy, he rubs your swollen clit with his thumb. you whine as you try to shut your legs. matty tuts, “don’t” he watches you pridefully prying them back open, knowingly. "does it hurt, baby?" he coos opening your folds exposing yourself once again.

he inserts fingers into you retrieving the toy in a swift movement. you whine at the new feeling, vacant. his cold fingers leave a trace of him inside you as you hiss when the toy finally leaves. he stands up leaving you trembling as he throws the toy on your littered floor unbuckling his belt letting his pants and briefs drop to the floor stepping out of them.

matty watches your eyes light up at the sight of his cock. he steps closer to you as you try to reach out for his cock, he pushes you back onto the mattress harshly. you fall back with a gasp as matty is pulling your bottom half closer to him. he wastes no time pushing into you, the slick of your cunt squeezes him as he hisses trying to push into you. you’re so fucked out, whining incoherently as the sweet release bubbles in your stomach matty stops all together trying his best to keep you on the brink. he holds your hips in place when you get squirmy meanly biting your neck.

"no one's gonna fuck you better than i am," he tsks snaking a hand down to pinch at your clit. you whine pushing him away from you almost kicking him away. he persists “does george fuck you like i do?” he’s painfully dragging his cock in and out of you letting it slip out almost everytime knowing you hate the feeling of being empty. “how many times have you thought of him while i fuck you?” you shake your head over and over.

you're in tears by now babbling, begging matty to let you come. matty’s awfully silent now only making this unbearable. he's getting sloppier with every thrust and you know he's about to come. his hips buck in and out of you quickly as he chases his release. matty slaps your creeping hand away from your clit, you cry out desperately needing to touch yourself. “my cock isn’t enough for you?” matty says choking back a groan “need your fingers too? that’s pathetic,” his hips jerk into you as you squirm. you whine clenching around matty. he hasn’t even taken off your bra, he hasn’t kissed you since the last time you guys did it.

you cry begging to touch your clit, and matty scoffs. “fuckin’ whores don’t get to,” he says your stomach clenches, you can feel your core tighten ready to burst open with matty still drilling into you. finally matty comes inside you, his cum spilling out of you as he stutters still pumping himself into you.

you gasp trying to push him off as he looks at you. he slowly pulls out of you with a satisfied groan watching himself drip from your opening.

he pushes his fingers into you, making sure his cum never leaves you. “want me to call george? see what a mess you’re making” he teases again, despite filling you up he’s still mentioning you and george. “no matty please,” you cry out as he starts to curl his fingers inside you. “she speaks,” he mocks breathing onto your thigh. his fingers are wet, profusely pushing into you burrying his cum inside you. “no even sure you deserve to have me inside you,” hes unamused. you watch him finger you, feeling embarrassed. “gonna come or not?” he growls, giving your cunt a slap. you yelp, shaking your head. “need george in here? to fuck you better, hm?” he gasps out towering above you. you whine weakly, lifting your hips off the bed. “so ungrateful,” he says, pushing your hips down “rutting up against my hand like a bitch in heat, it’s a shame” your head spins at matty’s words.

he lines himself up against you, slowly pushing inside. listening to the gush of his cum in your cunt, matty let’s out a groan settling inside you again. you clench around him, pawing at your own tits. he watches you play with yourself pulling your breasts out of their holding place. “save it,” he spits out, starting a pace. you cry out an apology and matty stares at you hissing. “you’re really sorry?” he drills into you profusely as you nod. he shoves a thumb into your mouth as you suck intently. he reaches over to your swollen, neglected clit, rubbing gently.

you moan matty’s name, and curse profusely. matty’s hand against your hips keeps you grounded as you squirm. “fuck, i’m gonna come again” matty groans out. his eyes are almost lidded shut, “take me, sweet thing” he chokes out with a few bucks spilling into you again. he’s draped over you as he pulls out quickly. you’re a mess, squeezing matty’s arm pleading once again to come. matty’s breathless as he swipes at his cum in your cunt rubbing it into your clit. you squirm and kick, matty refuses to let your hip go as you babble his name. your eyes shut, and you come onto matty’s fingers. you’re shaking, still splayed out on the bed.

matty sticks his fingers in your mouth, you taste a mix of your fluids as he takes his fingers back with a pop. he leans down to kiss your forehead, “my sweet girl, i’m sorry i was so mean” he pets your hair kissing the top of your head again. “don’t do it again, okay?” he whispers to you as if it’s a secret, and you nod chewing at your lips.

[hayakawalove]

A Way to Unwind

Summary: After a long day at work, how will you help Aki unwind?

A/N: I wanted to edit this a bit and reupload it on this blog. It was first posted on my last blog but that one got shadowbanned. @zeninsama helped me with the initial fic so shout out to them! They helped me come up with some ideas and read over it.

CW: Smut, Oral (reader gives), Smoking, Fem reader

W/C: 2,390

Credit to @benkeibear for the banner

Two cigarettes and a headache. 

That’s all Aki was left with at the end of the day. Work had been long and exhausting, much of the same as the day before, and the day before that. Each day he came home with new pains in his body, pains he didn’t know were even possible. He must’ve been getting too old for this. 

How old was he anyway? 

He couldn’t remember. 

No matter how soul crushing his work day had been, he could at least count on seeing you at the end of the night. Even if it was 2 am, you would sit and wait on the couch for him. He chided you for staying up late, but truth be told that’s all he ever really wanted. Someone to wait up on him. 

Aki breathes in deeply while reaching for the door handle. It emits a deep groaning sound as he opens it, and he curses himself for not fixing it sooner. 

“I’m home.” He calls out quietly. 

The telltale signs of your presence were strewn around the house. The lights that were flicked on, your slippers haphazardly thrown by the door, and your lingering scent of body wash in the air. He never got used to it, but he didn’t want to either. He wanted to cherish it like it was the first time, everytime. 

He makes his way down the hall and into the living room, expecting to see your head tilted back with a grin on your face. Instead he was met with empty air. 

Aki calls your name, waiting several seconds after to see if you would respond.  

A rumbling sound comes from the couch causing Aki’s brow to quirk up. He walks around and finds the source. You, fast asleep with your body spread across the couch. He could hear soft noises coming from your parted lips, noises he often teased you for (but he never really minded them). 

Aki smiles and leans down to pull a blanket over you. You looked so peaceful. His thumb swipes over your cheek bone and a smile graces your lips. He is once again reminded of what it felt like to be alive, his body blooming with happiness each time he saw you, no matter how shitty the day had been. 

Usually the two of you would have a late night dinner together once he got home, but he would rather die than wake you up. He would be able to whip up something quick for himself. 

First and foremost though, he needed a smoke. 

Aki shrugs off his jacket and places it on the coat hanger. His head was starting to ache from the tension of his ponytail. Aki works on pulling his hair down, letting the black locks fall around his face. His long fingers work expertly on the first button of his shirt to give him more space to breathe. He does this while pulling out his carton of cigarettes. He could laugh at the irony. 

He never liked to smoke around you, so the timing of this was perfect. The patio door opens much more gracefully than the front door, and for that he is grateful. There were two chairs and a table placed outside, one chair for each of you, but he’d much rather stand right now. Too jittery from the day’s work. 

He slips one of his cigarettes into his mouth and reaches down for his lighter, bringing it back up to his lips. After a couple of flicks it comes to life, catching the end of the cigarette on fire. 

Breathe in. Breathe out. 

His body drapes over the railing on the patio, shoulders finally dipping down in relaxation. Aki tosses the lighter onto the table, cursing himself for the clattering sound it makes. He watches as a cloud of smoke slowly starts forming around his face. 

“Aki?” A sleepy voice calls out. 

His head turns in response, glancing behind him. You were awake now, one hand rubbing wearily at your eye. You shove your fuzzy slippers on before dragging your feet to the patio. You were practically drowning in the pajamas you wore. It’s a cute sight, he thinks. The door opens and closes and you throw yourself down into your chair. 

“Hey.” He was never one for many words. 

“Missed you.” You yawn out, body still aching from sleeping on the cheap couch. 

“I missed you too.” And he meant it. 

Breathe in. Breathe out. 

You watch as he takes a hit of the cigarette, the smoke clouding his face before wistfully disappearing into the sky. Even after it disappears, you continue to watch. Aki’s palm is relaxed and open as he brings the stick closer to his lips, his hand masking the bottom half of his face. His eyes are calculated as they watch you, knowing you have something to say. 

“I ever tell you how good you look when you smoke?” 

“What?” 

Confusion rises in his chest with a mixture of flattery. Usually he would be ashamed to smoke in front of you. Where was this coming from? 

“You’re really hot when you smoke. You’re really hot when you don’t smoke too, though.” Your shoulders fall back as you tilt your head, watching him. “But smoking gives you the whole bad boy James Dean vibe.”

“Please.” He chuffs. 

A soft chuckle escapes your lips and Aki can’t help but grin. 

“I’m serious. You look good.” 

“Well thank you.” 

He could tell you were still half asleep by the way your eyes drooped. He didn’t care though, as long as he got to talk to you it didn’t matter. Maybe that made him selfish. 

You hum while your eyes drag from his face to his chest to his legs, and back up again. Eyes slowly picking apart each thing you loved about him, but there were too many. 

“Would you ever let me touch you while you smoke?” 

The question jolts Aki from his dreamy haze. His skin crackles in response, electricity coursing through his veins. 

“What do you mean?” He asks, but he already knows the answer. Part of him just wants to hear you say it. 

“Oh come on Aki.” You murmur. 

Your body slowly rises and you walk up to him, hands reaching out to grab his shirt. His heart beats incredibly fast underneath it, while he looks down at you. 

“Will you let me make you feel good?” You look up at him from underneath your lashes. 

Aki’s adam’s apple bobs, body suddenly becoming on edge once more. It didn’t feel like the same anxiety he sometimes felt at work, no, this one was much better. Excitement. 

“You don’t have to, you’re tired.” He tries to put up a wall, one he desperately wants you to breakdown. 

Your hands grip his clothes harder while you turn his body, walking him backwards until he meets the wall. 

“Let me.” You beg. 

You’re sinking to your knees before Aki can have a say. He watches in anticipation as your nimble fingers work his belt, slowly dragging it from his pants. Your eyes look up at him expectantly as if to say, what’re you waiting for? 

Oh, right. 

Aki lifts his hand back up close to his mouth and takes a deep breath in. The nicotine does little to calm his nerves as he watches you pull down his zipper. Before he knew it, your face was inches from his boxers, lips gently placing kisses against his cock. 

The fabric suddenly felt too suffocating. 

As if you were able to read his mind, which, let’s be honest, you probably were able to after the amount of time you spent together, you pull down the last layer of clothes, freeing him. 

His cock begins to harden at the sight of you on your knees for him. Just for him. How did he get so lucky? 

Your hand wraps around his cock while you lick the tip, his body immediately going rigid. 

“Fuck, baby.” He lets out. 

Your lips wrap around him, taking him in slowly. You never look away from his face, not once. You watch as he puffs his cigarette again, letting out a shaky breath. He looks too good. 

The warmth of your mouth coats him completely, nearly sending shivers over the rest of his body. You push down until you can feel him hit the back of your throat, and then you push down even more. Drool drips past your lips, sliding down your neck. The sensation causes a shiver to run up your spine.

Every one of Aki’s nerves is standing alert as he watches you. Your mouth felt so good it was making his head spin, more so than the nicotine was. 

Your tongue slides underneath his cock, rubbing against the veins that lined his sensitive skin. Aki moans, trying to control his hips. Your head begins to bob, taking him in before pulling back out. It was by a stroke of luck that he notices his cigarette is nearing the end, but he didn’t want to be done yet. 

One more left, better make it count. 

He puts out the cigarette on the ashtray on the table. Aki licks his lips while watching you, his own hand reaching behind him to fumble the pack from his back pocket. It almost slips from his hands before he can get a good hold of it. He pulls out the remaining cigarette and holds it between his fingers beside your face. 

You move your eyes from his face and look down at the cigarette. Your mouth pulls off of him, a string of saliva still connecting the two of you. You instantly know what he’s asking for. 

Without looking behind you, your arm flies back and searches for the discarded lighter. Once you find it, you bring it back around close to his outstretched hand. You monitor it closely as you try to flick the lighter to life, thumb not as experienced as Aki’s. After struggling from the need flowing in your body, it ignites to life. You hold it against the cigarette, watching as smoke rises from it. Once satisfied with your work, Aki pulls his hand back and props the cigarette between his lips, never once taking his gaze away from your face. 

“Good girl.” His voice sounds more dark than it did before. 

You could get off on the image of just him alone, you think. Smoke flows from his lips as he watches you. Your tongue slides out of your mouth and licks the underside of his cock, while you peer up at him with doe eyes. You feel your underwear dampen beneath you and your body aches to feel his touch. But you knew you would get it once you were finished. Aki never left you wanting. 

Your lips wrap around his tip once more before sliding down. The taste of precum fills your mouth, anticipation flooding your body. 

Aki watches you with lowered lids, eyes peeking from his lashes as they flutter. 

He wasn’t sure what he did to deserve someone like you, but he thanked God for it every day. 

Tears slide down your cheeks at the pressure in your throat but you don’t care. He notices though. Aki notices everything. He places his cigarette between his lips again and reaches his thumb down, wiping away a falling tear. You moan against his cock and continue sucking him. 

His core tightens at the sight of you. Your salacious eyes and puckered lips. It was almost too much for him. Almost. 

He brings his hand up to pull the cigarette away from his mouth to catch a breath of fresh air. It was a wonder Aki was still conscious at all, there was next to no oxygen left in his body between the smoke and you. 

“You’re gonna be the death of me, you know that sweetheart?” 

“Not if the cigarettes get to you first.” You pull back to quip. 

“Very funny, hah” He says before cutting himself off with a breathy moan. 

His brows are furrowed as he watches you, his soft pink lips slightly parted. 

Your eyes roll back as you take him in. Each pant of his drives you, motivating you to keep going. You feel as his cock bumps against the back of your throat each time, bringing him closer to the edge. 

Aki’s fingers flex as he takes another drag. You bring your mouth up for air and wrap your hand around his cock, continuing to jerk him off while you breathe. 

“Look so good for me baby. Always do.” He speaks, voice wavering. 

“Yeah?” You say, egging him on. 

“Yeah. Always so, fuck, perfect for me.” His eyebrows are pinched together as he stares at you. 

The two of you maintain eye contact as your hand moves faster. It glides easily from the mess of spit you made. 

“Will you give it to me Aki? Want it so bad, please.” You murmur, licking your lip. 

Aki drops his arm down and watches with his mouth agape at you. 

“S-slow down princess. Gonna make me-“ 

Your eyes plead up at him as you jerk him off. 

Before Aki can warn you, his cock begins spurting white, cumming so much it covers your face and your hand. The sound of him moaning reverberates in your core. Your mouth opens in surprise, but you don’t stop moving. You keep going until he can take no more. 

“F-fuck I’m sorry. Let me clean you up.” He rushes and smooshes his cigarette out. 

You taste his cum on your lips and it makes you burn with need. Aki is soon to return with a washcloth, patting your face down. 

“You’re so hot.” You say, voice muffled by the washcloth. 

“Thank you baby. So are you.” Aki grins, pink dust still lining his cheeks. 

“Hey?”

“Yes?” Aki pulls his hand away from you once your face is clean. 

“Want more.” Your eyes shine as you look up at him. 

“I know sweetheart. You think I was just gonna leave you hanging?” He presses his lips against yours and you taste the bitter remnants of tobacco. It had never tasted so good before.

Aki guides you back inside the house for what was to be a long and fun night. 

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[milotraflgkl]

I kissed A Girl

NAMI x FEM!READER

note: THIS IS A REUPLOAD!!! content: fluff, alcohol mention, kissing nami, reader is down bad, wlw, nami having secret feelings, PDA. WC: 509

This was never the way I planned, Not my intention

The crew had decided to dock by a nearby town, deciding to spend time at a nearby bar and celebrate yet another unneeded one. You had one to many drinks and found yourself slightly struggling to keep a straight path. Most of your crew was just as wasted as you expect Zoro and Nami, the two people who were capable of being able to handle their drinks and usually took charge of watching over Usopp and Sanji.

I got so brave, drink in hand Lost my discretion

You made your way over to Nami who was sitting alone, watching the crowded room of pirates. You took your place next to her, attempting to carefully set your drink down on the table but due to your drunken state you nearly tipped most of the glasses on the table off. Nami was quick to catch them with one hand and use the other to hold your wrist so you wouldn’t move to make more of a mess, you felt your cheeks begin to heat up at the sudden touch.

It’s not what I’m used to, Just wanna try you on

You stared at Nami, she was going off about something about how careless you were being and should really drink less since you can’t handle your alcohol. But your mind was somewhere else, I wonder how soft her lips are. You thought to yourself, not once in your life sober nor drunk have you ever thought once about kissing another girl. Yet, right here right now you had such the urge. Nami had eventually fixed up the table and organized the drinks to who’s was who’s before she turned to look at you, her eyes narrowing as she saw you staring at her strangely.

I’m curious for you, Caught my attention

“[Name]?” Her voice was soft and gentle, it made you melt as you lazily looked up at her eyes. “Jesus you really are gone aren’t you.” She giggled slightly, as she moved her hand from your wrist. Causing you to pout from the sudden motion and you yearned to feel her hand against your skin against, you reached over to grab her hand pulling it back towards you and intertwining your fingers with hers. You looked up at her with a small drunken smile on your face, “I really wanna kiss you.” You blurt out, the sudden words that spilled from your mouth caught Nami off guard. Her eyes widened and her cheeks began to heat up, she took a moment to process what you had just said and how on earth she was going to respond to this.

“Then do it.” She spoke out, this caused your eyes to light up with excitement. You free hand immediately reaching up to cup Nami’s jaw and pulled her into a hungry kiss. Very Soft. You thought to yourself.

I kissed a girl and I liked it, The taste of her cherry chapstick.

[collectivecloseness]

A Heated Bedroom

Kurt Kunkle x reader

(Summary: You and Kurt haven’t been going through the best patch in your relationship recently, but nothing a gentle dose of sex and loving can’t fix. Notes: reuploaded from my ao3. Smut, only slight angst at start, p in v sex, oral (m receiving), Kurt with the slight oral fixation, sub!kurt, soft dom!reader. 18+. F!reader. 5k)

The past nearly two weeks you’d been getting into fights with Kurt. Thankfully they were only small, but the atmosphere from them had started to build up little by little over time.

The past month it seemed like you two had slowed down a little relationship wise. Which wasn’t necessarily a bad thing. But at first you were seeing each other slightly less than usual, something that Kurt vocally was pretty upset about, unless it was him riding 12 hour days in his spree. Then of course it wasn’t a big deal. But then when you were together it was almost stifling. The sex hadn’t been as good either as of late. It wasn’t really a downfall of either of you individually, and it was fine, but stress had been seeming to dampen the spark.

You were determined to switch things around though. You just needed one moment. One time to rejuvenate said spark and get you two back on track. You still both loved each other, you’d even had to hold Kurt’s hand several days ago when you guys were arguing, but the yelling was simultaneously making him sad. They hadn’t exactly been harsh fights, it just hadn’t been a very uplifting mood in your cramped apartment at the moment.

Looking over at Kurt again, since you were both just sitting in bed, him in the middle on his phone, you at the foot watching tv, you wondered if he’d look up when you ogled him. Unsurprisingly he didn’t, but that was definitely because of whatever it was he was focused on on his phone right now, mostly likely checking the views on a video he posted considering you could see him refreshing the page from the way his fingers moved, versus him just not wanting to pay you any attention. If there was one thing Kurt liked, it was attention. Granted normally receiving it, but he was nothing if not a generous lover, at usual times.

It was hot in the apartment at the moment, your aircon broke, which had probably fueled last nights sleep ridden argument about quilts and cuddling being too hot. So naturally he was only wearing shorts, no shirt

You slowly crawled up your shared bed, you could tell Kurt noticed you by the pause of tapping on his screen. But he quickly tried to get back into it, not looking up from his phone.

Once you were close enough to feel his body heat you leaned in and did the only thing you wanted to do right now. You nuzzled into his stomach.

Kurt’s face shot up at that, the soft glow illuminating his surprised face, as you caressed your nose in deeper. “Wh- uh, what are you doing?” He asked timidly. Mostly because you touching his tummy like that caused a spike to shoot through his dick.

Already knowing that, you simply moved your face up to his neck, smiling when his body automatically leant back to expose it for you. You very lightly pressed whispers of kisses to his neck. “I miss my baby.”

You kissed some more, they still only fluttered against Kurt’s warm skin, slow but getting all the spots you knew made him heat up. Gently brushing your lips so softly, no matter how much you wanted to ravage your boyfriend, you knew was a sure fire way to draw him in. You kissed one spot to the side, next his pulse point, then where it connected to his collarbone, not leaning back so you could speak against him “Does this feel good?”

“M-More please.”

It felt too good. Kurt had opened his mouth to speak, but a whine beat him to the chase. He was happy you always liked his noises though, because he knew that it was okay. Even if he still got so enamoured by touches a while into your relationship.

Knowing exactly what he meant, you kissed his neck harder, the amount you usually would when you were trying to make Kurt feel good. “Good boy. Using your words.” You mouthed around his flushed skin wetly, knowing that’s the way he liked it, sucking lightly into the points that made him squeeze his fists. Moving back a little you kissed his jaw, nosing at it in adoration. “I love you.”

“I love you too.” Kurt reminded you, nosing under your jaw similarly in a small whine, closing his eyes when you started sucking harder into his feverish neck, especially when you licked over the marks he was thanking God you were making on him.

He was so sensitive right now. It was like you were touching him for the first time again, with how light and slow your touches were at first. Gentle with him. Your hand smoothed down his neck with a hum, leaning your nose against his ear as you both watched your hand trail.

Something in Kurt’s gut clenched in anticipation as your hand trailed down to his tummy, sliding a finger over his abdomen so good it almost tickled, but it just made his heart spasm uncontrollably instead. Your soft fingers reached all the way down to his navel, before gliding up his happy trail to his chest, the simple touch making Kurt arch his back in a high gasp.

Maybe it was the fact these touches weren’t overtly sexual, they were just loving gestures, ones to please him. But he still knew exactly where they were leading.

Your hand circled Kurt’s waist over and over, nails barely touching him but the pads of your fingers sparking electricity through his crotch, especially when the repetitive motion in that one spot finally let up and switched, as you traced your fingers down to the outside of his exposed thigh. Even that was so sensitive for him. As proven by his whimper and his falling onto the bed, blinking submissively as he gripped onto your free arm with need.

And that was before you got to the inside of his thigh. When you lightly stroked there, Kurt started wriggling into the mattress, his dick tingling hard with need as he couldn’t take anymore without an outlet. He still didn’t wiggle away from your touch though, even though it was so much, it was too good to let you go.

All of this almost had you blushing like Kurt. You nearly forgot how easy it was to make him melt so quickly. But Kurt was almost crying out into the bed, squirming as his breaths drew closer to pants as he watched you.

You slipped your hand to his other thigh, lightly brushing the inside of it, keeping your face relaxed. “What would you like, sweet boy?” You asked, genuinely wanting to know what he wanted to do with you, what he needed from you. Your hand slipped past his risen shorts, all five of your fingertips circling gracefully.

“I w-want you to f-fuck me, please.” He stuttered. His clammy hand rubbed up and down your forearm as he pleaded, but not with the same control you had, his touch was needy and he was not afraid to flaunt it, if it meant he’d get what he so desperately burned for. He didn’t care he just needed you to please keep touching him.

You smiled, and even that simple act made Kurt’s heart swell.

You sat somewhere over his calves, letting your hands move slightly less daintily now to pull Kurt’s shorts down, leaving them around his knees as you were enamoured by the clear outline of his hard on in his blue boxers, and the small wet patch seeping into the outside of them. Slowly, you leant your face in, before licking a long stripe over his bulge through the thin material.

Kurt nearly knocked his junk into your face by accident at your teasing touch, but was managed to be subdued by your weight on his legs, rolling the upper half of his body up and down instead at the treatment, looking down to you with wet open lips and a moan.

You made a show of pulling his clothes down to his ankles, before fully undressing yourself quickly, knowing Kurt needed you right now.

And need you he did. You tossed your worn panties to him with a chuckle, moving your top off as Kurt clenched the still warm clothing in his hands, before bringing it up to his lips and inhaling deeply. He was still just as addicted to your smell. Once he noticed the wetness on the inside of them however, he quickly chucked them to the side so he could try and get a look at you, to see if you were really that wet. Just for him. And he didn’t think he’d even done anything to deserve it yet. God he didn’t deserve you.

“You’re such a good boy for me Kurt.” You rasped out for him as you kneeled your way further up the bed, stretching yourself open in a display that made Kurt’s irises explode wide. “Always my good boy.”

Finally in position, you leant down to his stomach where his poor weeping dick rested, smearing his pre agaisnt your own slick as you gently moved Kurt’s dick over your folds. Wetting it for yourself, and showing him just how hot he made you. You couldn’t help but tease his tip over your clit a few times, moaning orgasmically and only tightening your grip around his cock.

Kurt just groaned, feeling like he could cum already just from you teasing him around your hole. You were so wet and hot. A grunting cry got stuck in his throat as he smashed his head back into the mattress.

Finally, you lowered yourself down on him. Making sure to go as slow as possible. And oh boy if that didn’t make Kurt just scream.

Your clit was already tingling when you eventually got Kurt fully inside you, just resting on his pelvis for a second with your hands pushing on his v line, just letting yourself take in the feeling of him inside you, of your walls completely surrounding him, and how full he made you feel. And fuck if Kurt wasn’t doing the exact same thing. Just with more whispers of ”Please.”

When you started rocking your hips, his whispers turned into moans.

Kurts eyes looked at yours zombie like, an ‘o’ shape clear on his perfectly pink lips, moaning “uh”s every single time you grinded on him, like he was a man possessed by your sex. Truthfully he was. Kurt was fully blissed out already, feeling like he’d been yearning for this for so long. Even though you two had had sex recently. It just hadn’t been like this.

You slowly lifted yourself off him, just a couple of inches, feeling the cool air whip against your wet cunt, before you slammed back down into the warm mess of Kurt’s crotch.

A shattered moan left your boyfriend and you grinned, beginning to start a steady rhythm. Kurt could barely get out a smile in response to your own before his face was twisting in pleasure once more, having to take a second to remember to breathe like you’d helped him with before, and just melt in the feeling. He quickly got it, only getting louder once he regained ability in his vocal cords. Composure was never a thing Kurt was very good at for long though. Especially with you.

Kurt took your hand not slowly, but softly, still moaning under you with breaths that sounded like gargles, as he placed your hand into his brown hair, wanting you to touch it.

Of course you complied, smiling while you fucked yourself on him with wet sounds, as you gripped your hand through his slightly greasy locks. Not tightly, but enough to keep a connection with Kurt, using it to steady your thrusts in and out of him a little, smoothing your fingertips through his hair; he never felt you might’ve pulled a little hard.

Your circled your hips a few times, not that you really needed to because Kurt was so thick, he always filled you up just like you needed, before beginning to fuck yourself up and down on his cock again. Quickly Kurt was hitting that delicate spot deep inside you, and it made your clit throb with need. You let out a large whine, fucking yourself addictively onto Kurt’s cock so he could keep slamming that part deep in your cunt so it made your stomach twist.

Kurt panted loud as soon as he heard that whine, taking your free hand up in his because he wanted to hold it, entwining his fingers as both your palms shifted up and down his chest, while he laid back and watched you make love to him. Feeling every clench and drip of your walls. He wondered if you could feel how hard his dick was throbbing. He knew he couldn’t hold back much more.

“Good boy. Such a good boy for me Kurt.” You moaned, clenching his hand in yours as you tried to thrust your clit against any skin you could find of his, craving that touch.

“Pl-Please?” Kurt moaned out desperately, his grunts becoming louder and louder as your pace sped up in your humping onto his sensitive cock. “Please can I cum y/n? Need it...”

You opened your eyes even though you were in pure ecstasy, but Kurt’s sweet face just made it even better. “Of course you can baby. My good boy can cum whenever he wants. You wanna cum for me Kurtie?”

Kurt didn’t even bother responding. Immediately with your approval, and with your pussy squeezing sporadically around his cock, he came instantly. Spurting hot loads of cum deep inside your cunt, only moaning louder as you rode it out of him, filling you up as he orgasmed for several long seconds, not thinking he could fuck this much cum into you. Your thrusts were so hard and fast now, and he whined out in a yell drenching sweat into the matrress, his wet dick still twitching inside you as you fucked him.

“Fuck Kurt.” You moaned, feeling just how his hot cum stirred inside you while you humped his dick. It was breaking you apart so bad. You forced your hand to cup lovingly at his cheek, even though all you wanted to do with claw scratch marks into his chest. “Didn’t know you had that much in you.” You breathed out, whining throatily as at a new angle your clit managed to find some warm part of Kurt’s body to thrust against, perfectly aligning with the full, sticky, warm feeling you now had. “Gonna make me cum just like that sweetheart.”

You didn’t hold back any sounds at all now. You were as loud as your body yearned for you to be, looking down and seeing Kurt’s worshipping face as you held him, looking straight up at you and smiling not wide, but so deeply happy it made your whole body and mind thud.

“Mmh!” You squeaked out, holding one hand to his hip as you let your movements become sloppier when feeling your walls fluttering come nearer, one hand still placed against his soft cheek as you hit that spot one more time and you felt yourself fully letting go.

Your cunt clenched against him and electricity rippled through your body, being so so loud as you came. So Kurt knew he was doing a good job, that you appreciated him. And you didn’t even need to fuck out your last few thrusts on weak legs, because with your emphatic moans of praise, Kurt held your back and thrust up into you, prolonging your orgasm even more as he fucked you hard, because it always made him happy making you cum.

He was a bit overeager even when you’d finished cumming, but he got tired quickly so you didn’t get overstimulated. He finally stopped his thrusts with a groan, keeping both his hands warmly on your lower back though, just watching you untangle around his dick, and slowly start to come down from your high. Kurt never wanted to not be making you feel like this.

You both just panted, throats on the edge of aching, as Kurt’s burning hands stayed placed on your equally hot skin. He was still inside of you, but it didn’t feel too much, it felt nice, safe in some way. Like you both fit like this.

But soon the soreness in your legs started to finally filter through to your euphoric brain, and you started to move both your hands to his hips, signalling you were about to get off, as soon as you had the energy to do so.

“Can I watch again?”

You looked up to Kurt, seeing his curious eyes and you nodded contentedly. He asked the same question now again.

Appreciating his help as you lifted yourself off him, you laid on your back, relaxing into the mattress. Kurt kicked off the material around his legs as he dragged you by your ankles to the right place and he rolled onto his stomach, peering dreamily at your empty cunt.

After only a couple of seconds he got impatient, so Kurt softly pressed on your stomach, until his cum began to flow out of your already dripping pussy. He laughed a little as he watched it, leaning on his forearms. He liked to watch himself leak from you sometimes. He didn’t really know why but he’d never questioned it before either.

You could feel Kurt’s warm breath against your thighs as he laughed. From where your head tilted you could see Kurt’s happy expression too, but you wanted to take a second before you sat up again. Satisfied to just let him watch you.

His smile was great, always so rewarding, but you weren’t done yet. Feeling movement in your legs again and adrenaline pumping straight to your crotch you sat yourself up, taking Kurt’s hand as his eyes trained on you in intrigue. You stood up, moving to the end of your shared bed, before sitting Kurt upright and dangling his legs from it, kneeling slowly down to the ground as you kept that eye contact.

Kurt gulped as your finger swirled around his kneecap, especially when you leaned your head dreamily on his knees, so so close to his cock that was hardening again at an accelerated speed.

Kurts breathing was slightly louder, but his eyes still remained soft on yours, especially when his trembling hand went to stroke through your hair that curtained his lap. “Baby.”

You felt your limbs turn to mush, as well as all your brain function. He’d spoken in such a loving tone, and you could feel the heat travelling to your cheeks bones, almost like that was the cause for them raising into such a large smile, all of it from him calling you those sweet pet names again.

You gave the area above his knee a swift kiss, smiling with full teeth to him as you spread your digits along his flesh. “I’ve gotta clean my mess off you baby. ‘S only fair.” You told him, almost with a pout to your lips at how you could’ve dared dirty him up. But your wet jutted out lips only served to fuel Kurt’s arousal as you slid them around the tip of his cock, sucking sweetly on it.

“Ohhhhhhgnh.... fuck.” Kurt gripped his thighs as he rocked on his lap, already rock hard just from that small touch of yours. He almost couldn’t bring himself to look down at you like this because he feared it’d make him cum that second. But he also couldn’t tear his eyes away. Not from the way you batted your eyelashes up at him, eyes wide and shiny from the overhead light, nor the way you angled yourself so you could just about brush the tip of your nose against his length when he spoke to you. Definitely not when your lips were so perfectly o shaped around his dick, like your mouth was meant for him.

He tried to hold off his release as best he could. Luckily it seemed to be working.

He brought his hand to your hair, not to pull or take control, but he gently held as much of it as possible in one movement, to hold it like a messy ponytail behind your head, to help you a little. Plus it meant he got to see more of that gorgeous fucking face, with just a few strands of disheveled hair around you as you sucked him.

You gave his slit a small flick of your tongue, watching him hiss and groan from above you. Soon you were kitten licking his tip, for over a full minute, agonising him with teasing touches and you knew it was driving him crazy from his strained high moans he let roll off his tongue.

Moving your hand to hold his base, finally you licked a long stripe on the underside of his cock, making a slow display for your boyfriend above you who just whined.

He tasted like your own slick and his cum, both your releases mixed together. It was even stronger when you finally took most of his length in in one go, still always used to him, taking it out so you could lick your lips for the taste. And you told him what you were tasting, adding onto the end with a gentle squeeze of his balls “It’s a fucking treat to taste Kurt.”

Kurt shifted his hips rhythmically, if only to wriggle out some of the tension building inside of him. “Y-Yeah, wanna give you more, o-of that.” It sounded like he genuinely wanted to but also lost some confidence in the last second to be sure of his dirty words.

You couldn’t respond though except for a small smile, laughing through your nose which Kurt could feel pleasurably, as your mouth was too busy with his dick.

Kurt groaned throatily as you finally took all of him in, your nose hitching against his pelvis before pulling back again. He just liked the feel of gently holding you while you fucked him with your mouth, whimpering to himself which only made things worse as he‘d been trying to quiet his pantings, just wanting to hear the sounds of your mouth taking him all in.

When you licked the big vein of his cock to the roof of your mouth Kurt just lost it. The warm wet feeling enveloping him was making him lose his mind, and you’d only fully taken him about 45 seconds ago. “Mmmm mm!!!” He was desperately trying not to squirm around, needing to feel you encasing him, needing to see the drool leaking your lips as you took such good care of him. His heavy breathing only increased when he looked straight at you, and that sound pooled warmth in your crotch.

You pulled back to wrap your tongue around his length, kissing away a thick glob of pre before taking him back in with a grateful moan, sinking in the feeling of being so full, forgetting all about how the vibrations were causing Kurt’s fists to clench, only remembering as his dick spasmed wildly in your mouth. You were just so happy sitting here with Kurt inside you.

Tightening your cheeks you sucked him more aggressively, and you should’ve known he’d cum nearly just as quick as your second round the first time you were this gentle with him, his first time.

Kurt cried as soon as he felt himself starting to cum, fat tears leaking out as his dick, hidden in your mouth, shot out his hot load, sobs leaving him in a pitch that scraped his throat as you drank him down in such quick movements, and squeezed his dribbling cock as you did so.

The taste was salty and so familair and you swallowed all of it, you loved that taste, you didn’t want to miss a drop. You even licked your lips, after kissing his tip more than a few final times, just making sure all of him went down, as he watched you.

You knew the crying wasn’t from overstimulation, mostly because he always verbally whined when he was overstimulated. Sometimes he just did cry when you two had sex. You didn’t mind though, you liked looking after him.

Standing up, you went over to comfort him, but Kurt spoke first, when you were towering between his legs. “I love you.”

It made your heart soar, and you smiled joyfully as you repeated his words. “Oh baby, I love you too.”

Even though you were just confirming his declaration with your own, and even though you two had said that phrase a thousand times, it still didn’t make Kurt feel it any less. Especially after the past week or so. Kurt looked up at your tall figure from his naked position on the bed frame, with a whimper between his bitten lips as you placed your hands over his warm cheeks and wiped his tears, leaning down and kissing him sweetly.

Kurt happily joined in on the kiss, humming into your mouth as he brushed his lips over your own, knowing how much he’d missed your tongue against his, but he was so glad you were giving it to him now. Kurt could stay happy simply kissing you, he placed a hand onto your cheek and you wrapped yours around his neck, it made his heart feel all good whenever you two kissed. He loved you!

During your kiss you sat back down, your thighs leaning against Kurt even though he wanted nothing more than to scoop you into his lap and not let you leave. But after a few seconds of blissful post kiss haze for him, it wasn’t exactly a sexual kiss, but it made him fuzzy nonetheless, he realised his hand had migrated to your thigh. And once he looked down, he was sure what his next purpose was.

Upon seeing some of his cum exiting down your thigh slowly, Kurt wordlessly leant over with two fingers to scoop some of his release from the outside of your pussy, only to unceremoniously push it back into you. He smiled as your nails gripped onto his bicep, when you felt him inside you for just a second, before he pulled out, wiping his fingers on his own thigh messily.

It seemed that had been the last of sex fueled Kurt for now though, because suddenly he was your sweet boy once more, not that he’d ever stopped being, but you could tell he was tired and, as always, wanting just your affection now.

Kurt leant his head on your shoulder, and you were content with just letting him rest there, even if his eyelashes tickled as they batted against your skin. It felt nice just to have him breathe against you, but especially when he was holding your hands in your lap.

Suddenly you became aware of an acute tugging on your hair, and when you angled your head, you saw Kurt had started mindlessly chewing on it. “Dirty, sweetheart.” You lightly told him, smoothing a hand down his face and ridding your hair from his lips in the same movement. Although you did have to pick out little strands still attached to your head, that were caught on Kurt’s open wet mouth. He liked just sitting there, not having to do anything but keep his mouth open, letting you brush and smooth over his lips, especially when you put your thumb inside for a second, just to sort him out. “Do you want a kiss instead?” You offered him something to do with his mouth.

Kurt of course, didn’t do anything but nod. You kissed him again gracefully, managing to wipe some of his spit off your fingers once you brushed through his hair, the kiss only being a short one which definitely was right for the mood, but was not enough for Kurt. You could tell this yourself by the way his mouth opened and closed like a fish out of water when you pulled back.

“Can I-“ Kurt began to ask, rubbing his cheek into your collarbone with a small mewl. “Can I have one please? For a little while?”

He didn’t ask like he wasn’t sure that he was going to get what he wants however. As much as you had him wrapped around your finger, he did too. Sure he made a lot of mistakes, almost all of them small so far, but he was way too cute to stay mad at.

Knowing immediately what he meant, you agreed. Kurt let you shuffle over to the headboard of your bed, even kindly propping the pillows up for you, so you could rest back against the frame, and you opened your arms encouragingly for Kurt. He immediately wriggled into your embrace, laying down against your chest with a peaceful sigh, before taking one of your tits into his mouth and sucking gently.

He kept his eyes opened at first, just looking at your body, not in a sexual way, but just knowing you were there, eyes following your arm as your raised it to stroke his hair, relaxing more at the feel. He physically couldn’t keep his eyes from dropping shut when you caressed the hairs at the nape of his neck though, shivering into your body but only slightly releasing your nipple to exhale a sigh. He was completely latched back onto it again when he was done, looking up into your eyes and knowing everything was going to be okay.

And even though he loved the feeling of his mouth being entertained, especially when it was you inside him, he popped off wetly for a second, because he was too enamoured by your look and your face and just all of you past and present to not open his mouth and speak his mind. “I love you so much.”

“I love you too, so much Kurt.” You smiled, knowing he meant it and you were going to be okay.

You were both so happy you were going back to being you again.

[realgdfactstrust]

Did you know? Electrodynamix's difficulty was originally set to Demon! However, there's a glitch in the game that causes it to display the Insane face. Nobody was okay with it being rated insane, so Robtop had to clarify in an interview what happened. Here's what went down:

Interviewer: "So, people are complaining about Electrodynamix being rated Insane instead of Demon, since it's too difficult for Insane. Can you explain your decision?"

Robtop: "Yeah, so, this is a glitch. It's supposed to display the Demon face. I've tried to fix it, but for some reason, whenever I write the one line of code that fixes the entire thing, something happens that causes my program to crash, thus not saving that one specific line of code. Last week, it was squirrels chewing the power lines that caused it to crash. The week before, it was divine intervention."

Thanks to @yourlocalgooberr for bringing this to my attention.

reuploaded cuz forgor to credit fact maker sowwy

[thenightcallsme]

The Arcana: Julian's Route | Chapter 1

!! THIS STORY IS A DETAILED RETELLING OF THE ARCANA, INCLUDING PAID SCENES IN BOTH PROLOGUE AND JULIAN ROUTE. ALL CHARACTERS EXCEPT THE MC ARE PROPERTY OF THE ARCANA FRANCHISE !!

A/N: This is a reupload from my AO3 cause I want to branch out. Enjoy!!

Summary: In a small shop in Vesuvia lives Vivian Caelum, a student of the magical arts who works as a shopkeeper for her tutor, Asra Alnazar. Her name is not known in the streets as her master's is, nor does she have full control over her magic yet. But one night, there's a knock at her door; Vivian is needed at the palace to help Countess Nadia upon her personal wishes. Soon, what she thinks is a small task is something she would never have expected her magic to be used for: Vivian must find Count Lucio's murderer. Will she be able to track down the infamous murderer and finally put the Countess's years of restlessness to ease? Or will the killer captivate her in ways she can't explain? Is she even running after the right man? Something deeper than she thought is happening within her beloved city, and she's about to understand the vastness of the magical realms.

Pairing: Julian Devorak x Fem!Magician Reader

This Chapter Contains: mentions of blood and the slightest instance of violence

Word Count: 5,791

find the rest of the chapters in my masterlist here :)

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A smile, a brief hug; an exchange so short that we may as well not speak at all. That's how this always goes. Every time I wish it was different. Of course, it's a wish for a reason, a hope that never manifests despite however hard I could train my intentions on it.

“I'll miss you.”

I never hear those words I return. You would think I had earned even a small acknowledgement after all these years.

It's the dead of a cold moonless night. Distant stars struggle against the thick blanket of clouds, choking in their mist, drowning in the promise of rain. Dew has already set on the cobble streets beyond the cozy and cluttered walls of our home. It’s the perfect night to relish in the familiarity and comfort of home. Even in restlessness, my company persists. Everything about tonight overcomes any calling to seek something new. According to Asra, the beginning of a long journey could not come at a better time. His intriguing mauve eyes are wide and aware with vigour even at this time of night. An ungodly hour. Nothing about him tells me he thinks otherwise, wishes that he could get at least a few more hours’ worth of sleep curled up in the bed we are forced to share.

The sentiment is felt by me nonetheless. I make sure it doesn’t go unnoticed, willing every ounce of annoyance and fatigue into my aura. I know he can feel it. Not a moment goes by where he’s not infiltrating my aura with his magic, waiting with bated breath to sense change. Just making sure you aren’t overworking yourself, he’ll tell me when the shop is busy. Liar. He can’t admit that being unable to sense someone’s mood unnerves him. 

Unsurprisingly, Asra can only react to my mood in amusement, damn him. A faint chuckle sounds behind his full lips as I attempt to fix my hair again — my awful morning appearance does not ease any hilarity. My hair, which I pride myself in having perfect every waking moment, is in tangles, standing up where it should lay smoothly. My reflection in a passing hallway mirror was not exactly attractive.

“I have something for you," he says. They're not the words I want to hear, but my interest is piqued. “You can play around with them while I'm gone."

I raise a brow at him. "A gift? I have high hopes you know."

He chuckles, brushing a stray, stark white strand of hair from his tanned face. "It's just my tarot deck."

...His tarot deck? 

The tarot deck now extended towards me is the prized possession of the most powerful magician to walk Vesuvia’s streets, the one who happens to be making the offer. The bond he’s fostered with those carefully crafted cards is unparalleled; a bond even I could’t obtain with him. Asra has taught me his craft over the years. Often have I sifted my fingers through the deck, seeking its guidance, relishing in the spiritual and physical comfort they seem to hold. But beyond the occasional practise, they’ve never remained in my possession. Tarot cards are like familiars; they serve only the one they choose, and Asra has been chosen. 

He never parts with them, even on the simplest of errands. Tonight’s atmosphere tells me that he will not return for a while, and on these nights, I expect the cards to accompany him. And yet here he is, hand outstretched, waiting.

“You think I'm ready?” I say tentatively.

He smiles an adoring smile. "You know I can't answer that for you. You've made incredible progress, but you still won't let go of your doubt.”

I sense something in you, something worth harnessing, something worth subjecting to. …Something I have not felt in a long time. Those were the words Asra spoke two years ago on a night resembling this. Then, I had been his shopkeeper for almost a year after he saved me from a life on the streets. I did not believe him then, and even now, three years later, I am still doubtful. Of course, half of what he said was true. There was something in me, a pool of magic I had not yet bathed in.

Asra had known from the first moment he saw me dancing within a captivated crowd on a dirty market street. Only when he felt it begin to bubble and beg for release did he warn me. In many ways, Asra has brought me new beginnings to a life I once thought was meaningless. I’ve learnt myself and my abilities, and if someone asked me now how far I have waded into the pool, I’d tell them I’m consumed by it, dipping my head back to wet my hair and relishing the renewal. Asra, however, seems to think otherwise. I’ve only dipped my toes in, testing the waters like a kid on the beach at the first sign of summer. I trust Asra with my life, but I doubt this idea. 

My distrust that keeps me at the water’s edge; my greatest flaw.

“Do you think you're ready?” 

I pause, considering his words. “Well…why don't we ask the cards?"

"Excellent suggestion."

Asra leads me around the front counter and around the thick, purple curtains from the downstairs shop from the reading room. Around table sits in the middle of the room, worn wood draped beneath an embroidered lilac tablecloth. Besides the two wooden chairs on either side, the room is otherwise barren. Dim light from the street lamps shines from the grand window on the far wall. Spare shawls of dizzying patterns hanging from the walls, an attempt to bring life to the room. It works in all fairness.

I draw a chair opposite Asra and delicately sit down, sweeping the long skirts of my nightgown and robe to the side. 

"It has been a good while since we've practised," Asra points out.

"Because I've already perfected it?" I ask as I shuffle the cards, letting my intuition tell me when the order is right.

“Have you now?” Though Asra plays along, there's a genuine question in his words. "I mean, you are one gifted individual. I shouldn't have expected any less."

I snort. "Then let's not wait any longer."

He's always going on about how 'powerful' and 'gifted' I am. He paints me like another deity whose carved figure is on display in our shop, or one of the tarot cards themselves. That's an absurd comparison, I know. Sometimes I can't tell if he's encouraging my self-confidence, if he genuinely means it, or if he's just playing with me.

Smooth, cold scale brushes against the bare skin of my ankles, followed by a familiar hiss, low and seductive. The contact shoes away my wandering thoughts and a small smile tugs at my lips. We’re not alone.

The serpentine body cooling around my leg belongs to Faust, Asra's familiar. Rich lavender scales intertwine with milky white patterns and her plush underbelly. She acknowledges me with her beady red eyes, wearing the ever-present smile on her snout. Though she likes Asra the most, she’s always happy to see me, and I her. 

Faust retreats from me in search of her other half. She twists her way around Asra's colourful waistcoat and over his white button-up. She reaches his shoulders and nuzzles against the golden skin over his sharp collarbones with a hiss that almost sounds like a purr.

"If we're all here, then..." Asra strokes Faust lightly. "Let's begin."

Asra’s gaze follows my careful handiwork as I slip the cards through my fingers. Palpable energy hums beneath my skin, reverberating like a second heartbeat. Even Faust’s interest is piqued; her eyes follow the same path as Asra’s. Satisfied with the jumbled order, I tap the cards against the table and smooth their edges before I begin to draw.

Three cards lay face down on the tablecloth in a triangular formation. Facing the ceiling are circles of purple, pink and blue surrounding a heart. From the design sprouts golden stripes like rays from a childish drawing of the sun. Asra’s gaze flits between the three options as he determines what will benefit him. Slowly, his hand drifts to the second card, fingers gentle when flipping it over. The face of a cream-white owl staring back, its crimson eyes wide and feathered chest puffed.

"The High Priestess.”

"And what is she telling you?" Asra leans closer, expectant. "Is she speaking to you now?"

The meaning of the cards is never singular. While they follow a linear pattern, depending on the receiver, the message changes to suit them. Common readers rely on an inner catalogue of meanings and their intuition to decide which one. However, I am unlike a common reader found in street markets. My relationship with the cards is unique and unusual, similar to Asra’s. Each card whispers in my ear languages I cannot comprehend. The common human tongues are unfamiliar to them, their’s unfamiliar to I. And yet, the story could not be more clear. 

In my head, the High Priestess speaks, her voice rough and sultry and with an elegance unattainable by most. I let my mind blank, receiving her advice in its entirety.

"You've forsaken here."

Almost unnoticeably, Asra’s mouth twitches. "I have?"

"She calls to you, but you won't listen. Typical." I snort, earning a look from Asra. Though... "It's...frequent. Diligent. Asra, if you don't listen to her…"

There’s something in Asra’s eyes that, to me, is as incomprehensible as the language of the cards. It’s almost rigid or unsurprised, maybe both, but he looks away before I can understand. I almost open my mouth to ask him the matter—a stupid instinct. It's times like these that I wish I was as gifted as him at directing others. If only he was as open and willing to talk as I've always been.

A sudden sharp knock startles the two of us, breaking the heavy silence. Faust hisses and untangles herself from Asra to slither towards the door. A customer, perhaps. At this hour, though?

Asra's worried look is replaced with a smile. "Did you forget to put out the lantern again?"

I fold my arms. “Why does it always have to be my fault?”

"Well, you are the one whose job is to close shop."

"And you know those fire salamanders have gotten loose through town again," I counter, raising a brow. "Those pesky little things like to make my life inconvenient."

"Well, at least that's a good distraction. I can't stay any longer."

Does he have to go so soon? Asra slings his brown leather satchel over his shoulder and we head towards the back door. With a snap of his fingers, a thick red scarf materialises thread by thread, knitting itself together by the hands of someone unseen — another one of Asra Alnazar’s many talents. Following the scarf is a black hat that nestles over his curly white hair.

“Take care of yourself and the shop,” he says as he fixes the brim.

"Of course I will," I say.

"Well...until we meet again."

"Which you will make sure this time is soon."

He chuckles but says nothing, though I know there are words begging to be voiced. He parts the black curtains soundly and swiftly, slipping out the back door. The departure feels rushed, as always, like he’s been yearning for escape. Do I bore him? It hurts to consider, but I know it’s only a silly worry; an insecurity to fill the gaps he leaves behind.

I sigh, heading for the front door. It's all for the best, I suppose.

Right now I could be snuggling back into bed, stealing a few more hours of sleep with ample space thanks to Asra’s abrupt departure. It’s always abrupt, always at a terrible hour. Remaining unsaid are all the reasons he shouldn’t go, but when I’m never allowed to know his destination, how can I come up with a reasonable excuse? Now my only friend has disappeared as usual. Whenever I try to understand why, I’m shut down with desirable words and empty promises.

It will be quick. You won't even notice I'm gone. I promise I'll be back within a week.

He has yet to keep those promises. 

And, fine, he'll be away for just under a moon's cycle at best. But the fact that he can't tell me always burns a hole deep in my heart that I can never seem to heal. I would have thought that, after living with each other for years, equal trust would be established. He has all of mine, and I’m deceived to think I have any of his. I've only brushed the surface of who Asra really is.

There's another rap on the door, hurried and repetitive. Not just any customer, but an impatient one by the sound of it. I place my hands on the door and lean towards the peephole. This sort of hour does not motivate me to let just anyone in. Whoever stands at my door better be worth my time.

There's a mysterious figure standing beneath the glow of the lantern outside. The dim haze of orange light offers the unmistakable curves of a tall woman, features drowning beneath a dark purple robe and headscarf. Around her slim waist is a thick belt of gold and green designs. The gold shimmers proudly in the light. If she's from around this part of Vesuvius, it must be fake.

As her graceful hands twist together anxiously, I spot green and gold glints of rings on every finger. The jewellery, the finery of her robes and belt… The gold may be real. This is no ordinary customer. A wealthy one, at most. So I open the door, intrigued by the idea of her possible requests. Please let me buy new clothes this week, I plead silently.

The streets are solitary and cold behind the woman, glistening and slippery from early-morning dew. None of the shops are open yet, and none of their lamps are on. Of course, besides mine. Damn salamanders. 

"Forgive me for the hour, but..." The woman steps into the warmth of my shop. Her voice is rich and velvety, yet powerful, like marble disguised in silk. Her accent rings bells of familiarity in my mind. "...I will not suffer another sleepless night."

The strange woman gently lifts her glittering fingers to tug at the ends of her purple headscarf. The elegant cloth slips away revealing the visitor's face. As it falls to her hands, my breathing stops, my heart leaping to my throat. No way. No damn way.

"Please read the cards for me," she begs. "It has to be you.”

I can’t believe that before me, begging in a desperate voice that otherwise knows no authority, is Nadia Satrinava, the Countess of Vesuvia.

Long locks fall graciously in a cascade of violet, brushing the countess’s straight shoulders and framing the sharp angles of her face. A small jewelled headdress of pearls and emeralds sits against the smooth brown skin of her forehead. The gown hugging her body is utter magnificence, crafted meticulously from expensive silks and lace, cinched at her waist by a thick golden belt. 

Desperation swims in her crimson eyes, her full, red lips pressed into a thin line. I drink her in greedily like a starved dog; the straightness of her small nose, her high cheekbones and sharp jaw, the delicate makeup on her eyelids, her regal posture. She’s everything I could only dream of being. Her voice alone is enough to evoke envy, the jewels on her bony collar almost calling to every thief in town.

"I—wh—you've come to the right place." I stumble over my words inelegantly, almost cowering from the instant regret.

"So I'm told. Your reputation precedes you. Beggars and nobles alike..." She cocks her head as she takes me in, inspecting me like I'm the newest jewel in her collection. "The people of this city whisper your name in wonder like you're a deity."

I try to school my face into indifference, but I wonder if the way my eyes widen a fraction deceives me. My name? In wonder, like I'm a deity? But only Asra has treated me like such. I don't even think he’s serious.

"Though in my dreams you were different." She laughs. "No matter. I've come with a proposal."

"A proposal?" I repeat.

She searches me again, smiling. "Not very talkative, are you? Nervous, perhaps? You needn't be. I require very little of you."

I bow my head, my dark brown hair sweeping over my shoulder. Anything. Anything for the countess of Vesuvia. I say as much. "Anything, my lady."

"In that case, be my guest at the palace for a short while."

Breathe.

I've forgotten how to. Forgotten how to lift my chest to let air in. Forgotten how to even move. What use would I be to Countess Nadia? If anything, Asra should be the one. Asra should be...

Something hits me like a brick to the face. She saw me differently in a dream, hinted that my face was not the one she'd match to the card reader she sought out. She said the city spoke my name in wonder. Yet, she hasn't said my name. She only knows where to find her dream magician.

Asra is her dream magician. He has to be. My master is like a living, breathing spell book, his name carried through the wind of towns like he’s the holy one, not me. I should have asked. Why has this sudden selfishness gripped me so hard that I can't think? This could be my moment to finally be more than I am, finally live up to the powerful magician Asra depicts me as.

Besides, he isn't here.

I know I'm going to regret taking his place, but...

"You will be afforded every luxury, of course," the countess adds, as if afraid I wouldn't take the deal. Luxury; I've never lived in such an environment, never worn something to that standard. I suddenly feel very self-conscious of the old nightgown I wear and pull the flimsy robe closer. "I ask only that you bring your skill. And the Arcana."

The cards. Asra couldn’t have left them to me at a better time.

"I am at your service, Countess," I say with as little overexcitement as possible. "Whatever you need."

"You have chosen wisely, magician," she says. "I will alert the guards to expect you tomorrow. I want to see those talents of yours for myself."

"Tomorrow?" God, I hope what Asra has taught me is enough to keep up the expectations.

She nods. "Of course. What better than to start as soon as possible? Now shall we do that reading?"

Just like that, my heart drops once more. A reading, right now before the countess herself? I'm not trained enough for this, not trusting enough in my skills to get it one hundred percent right. The fear of making a mistake and giving her false expectations grows. What if I give her advice she shouldn't even take into consideration? Asra would kill me if he found out; in fact, I can already hear his words echoing in my mind.

You know better than this, Vivian.

I do know better than this. And yet my lips still betray any morality. "Certainly, my lady."

The countess strides past me, heels tapping against the wooden floor as she makes her way to the reading room. I reach into the pocket of my robe, the familiar, smooth edges of the cards greeting my fingertips.

The countess takes the seat beneath the window. The dim light shines in from behind her, projecting an eerie crown of light behind her silk hair. Her back is straight, face unwavering. I try and somehow succeed in sitting in my chair without a tremor in my hands.

Her gaze flickers around the room as I place the cards between us. What must she think of the place? I only know her public image, kind and generous and considerate, yet still removed and distant. Maybe the countess isn't all as she seems—maybe she feels detested and uncaring for the lesser portion of Vesuvia. Whatever thoughts the state of the shop bring forward are unreadable.

"Go on," she prompts.

I shuffle the deck as I did only minutes ago with Asra. The cards slip through my fingers, merging and separating easily as Countess Nadia's gaze presses on me. I set out three cards as my magic sings to me, telling me that they're in the right places. The countess hums to herself as her crimson eyes flicker over the face-down cards, weighing her options as her long, slim fingers drift close. I can almost see the third card's pull towards her as she flips it over.

Greeting her is a human-like, grey wolf with eyes of lavender. Asra’s eyes. A robe the colour of plums is draped over its shoulders, one of its black, clawed hands held out to lift the crudely carved wooden wands around its head with magic. Fire burns angrily in the foreground.

"The Magician," I explain. There the cards are, whispering intimately in my ears. "You have a plan. One that's long—years upon years—in the making. Now, you seek to set it in motion."

Even though I doubted myself, that flicker in her eyes couldn’t be a clearer sign. I know, I do, it seems to say. The Magician being the one to tell her is so tells me something else: she needs me—or Asra—to do so.

"And? Should I move?" Countess Nadia asks impatiently. She leans forward, eager and expectant.

I close my eyes, letting the darkness behind my eyelids beckon me forward. Those whispers... "Yes. The cards say you should move forward as everything is in place."

"Say no more." She sits back slightly, drawing in a deep breath having heard what she needed.

She has thrown the curtains back, striding purposely back to the shop before I'm even on my feet. The cards almost seemed to shout at me this time, desperate to get their message across. Possibly a warning. Maybe the lady of Vesuvia knows that already.

What is she planning?

I spring to my feet and hurry after her. How improper would it have been if I had just let the countess find her way out herself? I push the velvet curtains and enter the front shop where Countess Nadia brushes her hand across a cleanly kept Bonsai tree on the glass countertop. She retracts her hand like a recoiling snake as she hears my approach.

"Your fortunes are simple. Much the same as the others I've heard." Her look of dismay washes away to something else far away. The dismay travels to me; I'm not the first she's sorted out and not the first to tell her the same thing. ...She's going to decline my help. "And yet...you are the first to pique my interest."

I don't dare lose my breath of relief as the countess makes quick work of tying her headscarf. Either her intuition is strong or she's losing hope, but whatever I did differently, whatever I did right, it worked.

I meet and hold her sharp gaze as I plant my feet, unmoving as she reaches the door. Everything I've said in our encounter comes rushing back to me, and I realise how submissive I've been. Cowardly, quiet, yielding. That isn't who I am, and not who I want the countess of Vesuvia to think of me as. Never will I stutter, be quiet and shy. I will be brave, confident. My own person.

I will carve my name into Vesuvia's streets, houses, rivers.

So I do not move to open the door for her. I don't break her gaze. I don't speak first. To my surprise, the countess looks vaguely amused as she opens the door, bathing the floor in faint moonlight behind her tall silhouette.

"Until tomorrow, then. Rest well," she says, uninterested. “And try not to be too shocked by what I will ask of you."

With that, she disappears into the tranquil, abandoned streets of Vesuvia beneath the blanket of night. For a moment, I'm frozen in the doorway, my shoulder leaning against the frame as I watch her figure. Either to make sure she's safe or because I'm still a little bemused, I can't tell.

I eventually shut the door, clicking the lock closed. This will definitely have to be a night to remember. Though, I don't understand how she did mistake me for—

"Strange hours for a shop to keep."

Ice shoots through my veins, a stark opposition to the warm feeling of magic beneath my skin. The voice is deep, masculine, foreign. Magic curls in my fingertips, but though I've been trained to kill if I have to, it drains my power. One wrong move and I’m left stunlocked.

But someone has broken in. It might be unavoidable.

I spin around, a scowl on my face as I search the shadows, trying to chase a figure from the dark. I find nothing lurking against the curtains, behind displays, but I can feel the thrum of a human heartbeat in the room's atmosphere. Where, is the question.

"Show yourself," I demand with a snarl.

"...Behind you."

I whirl around, letting light burst from my fingertips to find the owner of the mysterious voice. Light pours over the wooden floors, the collection of carpets, the array of products and spell ingredients and crystals to be sold. It drives the shadows from the deepest crevices of the shop. Sure enough, I see a figure looming against the grand oak door. I can tell by the amusement in his voice that this seems like a game.

The figure is extremely tall and lean, yet there is some undeniable muscle to him. All he wears are dark pants tucked into black boots, a shirt buttoned to his throat, gloves, and a black coat lined with red that is slung lazily over his shoulders. There is no hint of facial features, as all that stares back at me is a white plague mask with glazed red goggles. The only distinguishing feature visible is a head of wild auburn hair.

The intruder folds his arms lazily. "Now, sources say this is the witch's lair."

Witch… A loaded word. It’s somewhat of a slur in this end of the world. "What's it to you."

"Oh, that doesn't matter." The figure steps closer. "So who might you be?"

My heart quickens as he takes another step. "Who's asking?"

My back hits the shelf of glass bottles hard as I take a step back too fast. I don't falter, though, realising that it would be an opening if I were to let it startle or distract me. So I keep eye contact as a bottle tips off the shelf and shatters in an eruption of glass. The shards scatter before my bare feet and I wince, afraid to take another step.

The figure takes another step, then another, until the sound of boots crunching against glass fills my ears. I wish that they pierced the thick leather, wish it distracted him to—

Then an idea springs to mind as my finger brushes against the last standing bottles. The man leans down to level his masked face with mine. He tilts his head to the side curiously. 

“I'm asking. I'd rather not do it agai—"

My fingers grasp the neck of the bottle hard and I swing. It meets its target true, hitting the side of the mask against the buckle that holds it tight. A rain of glass explodes from the impact.

"Why you—"

He stumbles back, gloved hands coming to clutch the side of his face as he turns away. The buckle of the plague mask unclasps, leather giving way as it joins the array of glass. Blood drops on the ground like liquid rubies, slipping through his gloved fingers as he clutches a wound.

The stranger whirls around, a maniacal grin on his face. "A feisty one. How intriguing."

His skin is so pale he must hardly see the sun. Light grey eyes hold mine with untamed wrath, dramatically dark circles beneath from a lack of sleep. No, only one eye looks back to me—the other is covered by his auburn hair and an eyepatch. Déjà vu hits me at the sight of his face.

"Well, I can tell by the look on your face..." he wipes away the blood that traces the outline of his sharp, high cheekbones. "Shock. Horror. You know who I am, don't you?"

I...I do know him, but I've never seen his face in person. His name is so far away, locked away somewhere deep in the maze of my mind. If only I could find it, grasp it—

"Doctor Jules," I breathe.

His eyes widen a second. 

“‘Doctor Jules’? I haven't heard that one in a while." He recomposes his features into a scowl. "Now hurry up. Where is the witch?"

“Like hell I'd tell you!" I hiss. "You really think I’d sell him out?"

"And here I thought we could keep things civil." He towers over me, chilling the air around us. A drop of his blood hits my bare collarbone, his eyes following the glint of red to slither down my exposed chest. "Well, if you won't tell me where the witch is...won't you at least tell me my fortune?”

"Absolutely not. What interest do I have in reading your cards?"

A smile. A step closer. God, now his face is level with mine.

"I'm afraid you have no choice, darling."

He reaches up a hand to my face. Gloved fingers strike along my jaw, leaving a chill in their wake. It sparks a rage that courses through my veins. Disgusted, I grab his wrist. My anger manifests as a soft sizzle sounds from his glove. He flinches as my touch grows hot.

"If you want to walk out of here," I say with slowly, "with just that little gash and no city patrol alerted, keep them to yourself. I assume you don't want this to turn out messy."

His eyes flicker as he snatches his hand away. "Duly noted. Now do them on the counter. I don't want to have to waste my time chasing you down if you try to escape."

Heeding his words with much hesitance, I slip around him and approach the glass counter with fists clenched so tight I expect to find crescent moons in my palm. My magic thrums and coils tightly as I draw the cards from my pocket to shuffle them for the third time tonight. Don't let your hands shake, I tell myself softly. Don't let him see that you're afraid. Back straight, chin high, eyes unwavering.

So I keep my back straight, levelling the intruder with an iron-clad stare. The cards slipping and weaving through my fingers is therapeutic and comforting when my own home feels like a cage.

"Lovely decor," the doctor says all-to-cheerfully. I almost wince at the normality "Reminds me of the good old days."

I don't reply as I set the cards down. His cold, grey eye moves over them, stopping on the second pile. Curious, he flips it over.

The card shows a horses’ head looking sideways, a silky mane falling over its neck like a muddied waterfall. Though, there is no skin baring the horses. Instead, my eyes fall in the bare skull of the animal. There's a blackened hand reaching forward, holding a scythe. Death.

The Death card does not entail physical death. It symbolises paths coming to an end whether through failure or natural causes and encourages self-awareness. Upright, it is a common card for the awareness of endings. But reversed like it is now...I don't pull it often. Reversed, it means depressive emotions, resistance, unawareness, and illness. The voices whisper its meaning to the doctor in my ear, but I can't focus enough on them to understand. I don't think I want to. It's almost ironic to pull this card for the doctor, but I struggle to find humour in it.

“‘Death’?” he says, reading the cards’ title aloud. The doctor barks an uncontrollable laugh, as cold and harsh as biting on ice. "You've got to be joking."

I jolt as his fist slams on the counter, the glass thankfully holding firm. I look away, wanting to cave in on myself. A madman...I'm trapped in my own house with a madman. He laughs again as he stands up. The sound is cold and void and horrifying.

He says coldly, "Death cast her gaze on this wretch and turned away. She has no interest in an atrocity like me."

"That's not what it means," I counter. He completely ignores me.

"Well, you've been very hospitable," he starts, and I try not to gawk. Hospitable? When he broke into my home? "So I'll let you in on a little secret. Your witch friend has taught you his tricks, hasn't he? He isn't the type of person to share his secrets, so I could say he possibly cares for you. But when he returns..."

He bends down and picks up the plague mask from the floor. His eye fixes on the glassy crimson goggles with a faraway look.

"Seek me out. For your own sake. That creature is far more dangerous than you know."

I'm lost for words for a moment. "Seek you out? For my own sake as if I'm in danger? You broke into my house, threatened me, and insulted my master, and you expect me to go prancing around the streets of Vesuvia to find you of all people? All because you're trying to paint Asra as a threat? What do you even want!?"

He grins. "You just like a little deer lost in the woods, aren't you?"

"Wha—"

"I have my reasons," he says, cutting me off. "And they aren't of your concern if you aren't going to cooperate. And I suggest you keep our little encounter from your dear old master if you want to stay in his good graces."

I purse my lips into a thin line. "Get out."

Thankfully, the doctor doesn't need to be told twice. He fastens the mask over his head. "I suppose the hour is late and I've stayed longer than I wanted to. Don't let him fool you, girl."

"You know I have a—" The door slams behind him and the doctor disappears into the early morning mist. “—name.”

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[portablemoose]

ashley plucks her eyebrows like drew barrymore’s were in the 90′s

[ncz-arts]

When timelines collide

My entry for @saeranzine ‘s contest

Mixing my love for 60s Spider-Man memes and Saeran akjhsdglkdfg

Credit name: NCZ

#saeranmemecontest

[crowswarm]

i have like no space on my phone, so naturally i downloaded khux

this is my union x character and the keyblade i designed for her. the keyblade doesn’t have a name but i think i’m gonna call the character Charlotte.

[sluttystucky]

𝐭𝐞𝐚𝐬𝐢𝐧𝐠 | 𝐛. 𝐛𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐞𝐬.

𝐬𝐮𝐦𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐲 : the weather is bad and your dad, whose been picking you up after late shifts, is out of town so he’s sent his best friend bucky to take his little girl home. who is bucky to refuse? read on ao3

𝐩𝐚𝐢𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠 : dad’s best friend!bucky barnes x f!reader 𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐝 𝐜𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐭 : 4,215 words 𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬 :  (  MINOR’S DO NOT INTERACT! 18+  )  teasing, age gap (bucky is late 30s, reader is 22-23?), undefined relationship, praise kink, thigh riding, fingering, oral (female receiving, male receiving mentioned), dirty talk, pet names (sweets/sweetheart, honey, baby/doll), unprotected sex  ( don’t risk it, wrap ya biscuit! ), creampie, cumplay.

𝐧𝐨𝐭𝐞𝐬 :  i really said to myself “hey why don’t u write something small abt this au!bucky” and then it took two days and made my brain melt out through my bad ear. anyway, please don’t reupload, repost or translate my work. i only post on tumblr and ao3, so if you see this elsewhere know that it isn’t me. once again, i ask that MINOR’S DO NOT INTERACT! 18+

“You better be careful, what with this weather” Your boss, Tom, calls as you pull on your jacket, having so graciously offered to finish closing up on his own so you could get a head start to try and beat the worst of the wind and rain. You’re babbling your thanks to him once again when the bell above the diner door gives a jingle, your ride home entering. Your boss is about to shoo him away, telling him that they’re closed but you cut in, “Don’t worry, this is just Bucky. My dad asked him to pick me up, cause he’s outta town”.

“Y’ready, doll?” Bucky calls out with his familiar drawl, opening the door back up and letting a large gust of wind and rain into the diner. You make a point to dart straight out, shouting your good nights and final thank you to Tom as you rush to Bucky’s car, earning a chuckle from the pair. The parking around the diner isn’t that expansive, but it’s dark and you find yourself halting as you look out for it, only for Bucky’s hand to find the small of your back and guide you instead.

You feel your cheeks growing warm, biting at your bottom lip as you make a point to stay in his space even when you spot his familiar car. He even makes it a point to walk you to the passenger side of the car, opening and closing the car door for you before hastily making his retreat to the drivers’ side. Ever the gentlemen, you find yourself thinking as you let go of the breath you didn’t realise you were holding, his touch still hot on your back despite the loss.

When he does get into the car, he offers you a crooked grin (one you’ve come to find endearing and familiar in recent months) before starting it up and beginning to drive. The ride is quiet, the radio crackling in-and-out as it loses connection, not that either of you mind. Given he was slightly handsy as you’d left, you didn’t know how to act all alone in the car with Bucky.

He’s the first one to break the silence as the car pulls up to a stop at a red light, the rain coming down a little harder on the windows than it had earlier. “How come you got your dad driving you, Honey?” Your face burns at the name, turning to face him while there’s time. “My car broke down two weeks ago, can’t afford to fix it until next month maybe. I was fine, but he likes picking me up when it’s closing shifts.” Bucky nods as you explain, his left arm settling on top of your thigh. You bite back a sharp breath, pathetically feeling a thrill go up your spine at more contact before. You make it a point to straighten up before continuing, hoping you come across as unaffected, “I said I was fine while he was away, but he saw the weather report and freaked, I guess.”

Murmuring an agreement, Bucky’s thumb begins to rub small circles on your clothed thigh. “Wanted me to make sure his little girl was safe. Pick ‘er up, take her home, you know.” And with that the light changes to green and once again his touch leaves yours, a pitiful whine falling from your lips before you can stop it.

So this is what’s happening, you find yourself thinking as you clench your thighs together in an attempt to alleviate some pressure. It wasn’t the first time he’s teased you like that, not the first time his hand - far larger than your own - had made its way onto your thigh and roamed. You hardly think your dad would have even entertained the thought of asking Bucky to pick you up so late, to “take her home” as Bucky had said, if he knew how the pair of you had been fucking like bunnies since you’d graduated college and returned home last summer.

But dear god had it been good, truly having hit the jackpot with Bucky and his talented… Everything. You’d developed a small crush on him when you’d come home for the first time after beginning your sophomore year of college and come face to face with him. To say he was everything you weren’t expecting when your dad had been talking about a new friend of his would be beyond an understatement (part of you wanting to march over to your dad right then and there and berate him for not informing you that his friend was so hot). 

He’d been so kind, introducing himself so politely and acting like a gentleman but you’d heard him run his dirty mouth the few times your mom had sent you to pick up your dad from the bar at the weekends. Since then, Bucky had been a permanent fixture in your late night fantasies as you imagined your fingers were his, bringing yourself over the edge with his name on your lips, or as you ruthlessly fucked yourself stupid with a dildo and coming messily as you imagined it was his thick cock filling you.

Truthfully, your fantasies had been fantastic but you couldn’t help but think the real thing was far better the first time you sank to your knees and messily slurped your shared come off of his cock and balls after he’d fucked you rough and hard against the bathroom sink during the 4th of July neighbourhood bbq right before your college graduation, making you watch in the mirror and bite down on his first as he fucked you so deep.

You’d thought it was a one time thing after that first time, fully expecting awkward tension the next time you’d see him. You couldn’t even prepare yourself for the mortification that would come if he confessed to your father, but the next time you’d seen Bucky he’d been so casual, smug. It was like he could see your mind racing, eyes falling every so often to his crotch like a cockslut, making him bold. 

You weren’t sure how but it was like every available opportunity you both had alone, you both ended up coming together. Over six months of memories where you had watery eyes, mouth stuffed full of his cum and cock, pulling off and spitting his seed into your hand as you continued to stroke him. 

You’d been bent over the back of the sofa, summer dress thrown over your back and panties pushed to the side while he ate you out like a man starved - Your friends and family on the other side of the house were completely unaware how your body thrashed as be brought you over the edge with such an impact you’d had to take your time returning to the party. (He’d had a smug grin on his face then, too, as he watched you walk back on wobbly legs, trying to pretend like you weren’t still catching your breath).

And, of course, he’d fucked you good and deep on many occasions - stuffing you so full of his cum before making you pull your panties back on and walk back out like his cum wasn’t staining them. He’d let you walk around in them before coming back later on, fucking you sweetly as you choked out his name and taking the panties home with him before you’d even noticed (asshole).

It wasn’t just sex, at least you’d hoped. You’d see moments in your encounters that made you think there could be more to it, like when he’d let you stay the night after you’d fucked you stupid into the mattress only for you to wake up in the morning to the smell of pancakes in the kitchen and his warm smile as he pulls you to the breakfast nook. Neither of you had spoken about the type of relationship you had, if it was just sex or the potential for something more and you’d been okay with that. 

His hand comes back down against your thigh, sliding under the uniform this time but he makes no attempt at going where you need him most. He resumes the pattern of small circles against the exposed flesh as he continues to navigate the roads. 

A moment later his hand stills, pausing the teasing. “You want this, Sweetheart?” And you know if you said no, his hand would immediately draw away, and instead he’d take you straight home with no issue. Your hand takes his, biting down on your lip as he checks for any sign of hesitance. 

“I want this, James. I want you, please” and with that he resumes, your body igniting once more. He’s got this proud look in his eye, sneaking quick glances while he drives and murmuring a good girl that stutters your racing heart.

How the hell can he focus when he’s teasing me like this? You can’t help but think to yourself as you spread your legs open further, giving him more access that he simply ignores. 

“Buck’ c’mon, please” You break, lip caught between your teeth as you feel yourself getting more and more turned on, core hot and slick pooling in your panties. “You’re okay” He says instead, shushing you as he begins his slow descent up your thigh. You count that as a win, the flesh of your thigh burning where he touches. “You’re doing so good, Sweetheart. So patient” He tells you, though you feel strung out as he says it - focusing on the heavy rainfall hitting the roof of the car in an effort to take your mind off his teasing. So much for acting unaffected, you curse yourself.

You come back to just as his wrist brushes against your hip bone, a loud whine falling from your lips before you can try and stop it. Not that you think he’s bothered about the sounds you’re making, not when he’d complain so often about having to keep quiet when you’d secretly have your ways with each other during events. 

Your experience showed Bucky preferred when he had you at your apartment or his house, where you could make as much noise as he liked. You were inclined to agree, the sounds of his grunts and moaning like music to your ears.

“Please” You try again, sucking in a sharp breath when his fingers toy with the lace covering your cunt. You turn to him, unable to stop yourself as your hips twitch. He continues to skirt around where he needs you most, thighs spread wide and trembling. You’re desperately trying to rock your hips against the seat, the vibrations of the care providing minor relief as Bucky continues his teasing.

He briefly brings his hand back down and soothes the area, gently rubbing and kneading at it while you whine and whimper. You weren’t sure you’d ever been so turned on by, essentially, next to nothing but here you were, dripping against his leather seats while he nonchalantly plays with you.

“Don’t worry, sweetheart,” he said softly, massaging your inner thighs, you feel his fingers snake up and pull your panties to the side finally earning a sharp intake of breath from you. For a brief second he draws his eyes away from yours, a smile etched on his lips before turning back to focus on the road. “You’re doing so good, takin’ what I do and don’t give you like a good girl, aren’t you?” His fingers are so close as you breathe a sigh of relief, happy to finally have his touch. He’s so close to running his fingers through your folds, sinking them deep into your cunt when suddenly he pulls away, turning the car’s ignition off.

You’re sure the disappointment is all over your face as you pathetically sigh, head rolling to the side to look out the window. It takes you a second, the main lights turned off and the room dim, but you realise he’s pulled up into his garage without you even noticing. 

Almost like he can see the confusion in your face, Bucky shrugs. “He did say to take you home” before opening the drivers’ side door and getting out. 

Your legs are shaky as you get out, Bucky once again opening the door for you and crowding into your space as you rest against the body of the car (which is the only thing holding you up right now, you thought).

“You wanna come home with me baby?” He asks, lips meeting the column of your neck and leaving wet kisses on the skin. “You want me to take care of you like you want, gonna make you feel good, Sweetheart.” He murmurs against the hollow of your throat as he sucks and drags his teeth at the skin there, making you whine and desperately try to rock your hips against his clothed thigh to much avail. You feel slick against your thighs, dripping and desperate for something to take the edge off.

Still needy, you can’t help but pull him down into an open-mouthed kiss that feels like he’s consuming you and wrap your arms around his neck in an attempt to pull him that much closer. Now you’ve got your hands on him (his touch roaming as he moans into the kiss) it’s taking everything in you to not tear your clothes off right there in the open garage for his whole neighbourhood to see.

You whine against him once more, the scratch of Bucky’s stubble making you hiss as he continues his work of marking up your neck while you continue to try and ride his thigh. He tsks, pulling away from you and shaking his head.

“Can’t wait anymore, not even to walk across to the other side of this door?” He teases, pointing to the door connecting his garage to the inside of the house. He pulls his keys from his jean pocket, pressing a button and the garage door starts to close.

Your face burns because no, you really couldn’t wait but then he presses a soft kiss to your forehead and gently pushes against the small of your back, hand falling back to where he’d placed it before as he guided you into the house. You make yourself useful, fingers pulling at the buttons on your uniform and shucking it off, your bra hastily following as he closes the door before pawing at Bucky’s shirt while he locks the door with a chuckle.

With a final check of the door handle and making sure it’s locked, he turns and kisses you deeply, pulling you into his space as he makes it a point to finally start touching you like you’d near begged him to in the car. You’re pressed against his wall before you even realise what’s happening.  

“Baby, I need it. I need you really bad” You manage to get out in between his kisses, feeling the hand cradling your face fall to your breast and begin to pinch at the nipple that pebbles. 

Pulling away from your mouth with a line of spit connecting his lips to your red and swollen ones, he bends to take the nipple he’s toying with into his mouth, sucking and biting at it with a smile. “You know ‘m gonna take care of you,” He pulls the hand from the nipple he’s worrying with his teeth and starts teasing the other as your head rolls back. “You trust me, don’t you, Honey?” He looks up at you and watches as you hurry to nod, stammering out your answer as your hand makes its way into his hair.

“Then keep it up, I got you. Gonna make you cum, get you nice and stuffed full of my cum before bed.” He murmurs into your skin, hot wet kisses trailing down from the valley of your breasts to your naval as he falls to his knees at your feet.  “Get you nice and warmed up first though, take care of your pretty pussy now, yeah?” He asks, pressing a kiss into your hip bone earning a strung out whine from you.

Eyes still fixed on you above him, Bucky lifts your leg up and over his shoulder in a familiar movement as he kisses the inside of your thighs. A shiver runs through you as you feel his hands pawing at either side of your hips, pulling your panties down and exposing your sopping cunt to the air.

“Fuck, look at you.” Bucky says, almost to himself as he kisses your inner thighs once more, catching you off guard when he draws his fingers to rub at your bare pussy, quickly making work of rubbing circular motions at your clit. 

“So wet, Sweetheart, all for me? Y’ gonna let me take care of you?” His mouth moves to your clit then as he looks up at you once more, alternating between sucking at the bundle of nerves and gently licking at it. 

His fingers trail down through your folds before they make their way to your core. You hiss as he starts to finally fuck his thick fingers inside of you, gaining a steady rhythm as they curl inside of you. 

“Should’a done this in the car” he grunts out before lapping at your folds, “but you just looked so pretty for me, moaning and dripping on my seats”

His stubble is scratching at the sensitive skin of your inner thighs and lips, making you keen away as he fingers you. He sucks at your clit before gently soothing over it with his tongue, warning you before he adds another finger to the mix.

His name is tumbling from your lips like a chant as you feel his fingers drag against your walls, clenching down on them. “Fuck, sweetheart. You’re killing me” His voice sounds from your cunt, vibrating against it as he curls his fingers in a come hither motion. It knocks you slightly off balance, held up by Bucky’s arm curling under your thigh to keep your raised leg steady. 

Your hand, still grasping at his hair, tugs him away from your pussy with a sigh. His beard is glistening in the low light of the streetlamps shining through the window with the remnants of your juices and you can’t deny it’s a good look. You pull his head back to look up at you, his fingers still fucking you though more slowly. 

“Bucky, baby, I’m ready.” You pout, huffing a breath out. “Need your cock. ‘Promised you’d fill me up, Buck. Need you to fill me up, need you to--” You babble, only stopping when he pulls his fingers out of you and rises to pull you into a bruising kiss. You don’t even bother to whine about how empty you feel, instead moaning at the taste of yourself on his tongue. Your hands fall to his jeans and tug at the waist band, making work of pulling his cock out. Bucky takes the opportunity to shuck off his jeans and underwear too.

“Look at this, Honey. So hard, all for you” Bucky spits into his hand, still slick with your juices before running his fist over his cock. Your own tries to get at it, but he quickly grabs your wrists and pushes them up and above your head. “Don’t think I’ll last if you get a hand on me now, Babydoll.” He’s quick to explain, “Wanna come ‘nside of you tonight, missed getting you to myself”

Wrists still pinned above your head, he continues to fist at his cock to bring some relief (desperate not to cum too soon, God, he wanted to make it good for you) before he licks into your mouth. He gives himself one last stroke before stilling, “Right, c’mon, up” is all he has to say before he’s lifting you up as you wrap your legs around him, your arms falling to wrap around his neck.

He pushes his cock inside at a pace you can only describe as torturous, making you feel every detail of his cock like you’d be quizzed on it later. The veins on the underside, dragging against your walls due to his pace. Eyes pleading with him as your hands are drawn to your own head, tugging at the strands of your damp hair in frustration,  “Bucky, please. Quit playing me around and just fuck me.” you moan out.

He’s close to as far gone as you are, so he hurries his motions up rather than tease you more, his eyes flutter, closing when he’s finally bottomed out. He pulls you into a desperate kiss and starts to steadily fuck into you, making you drag your nails down his exposed back. You feel a slight burn against your own back as your skin drags against the wall - both of you filling in the empty space of his hallway with the sounds of your slapping skin and moaning.

“Honey, you’re so fucking tight. Every. Fuckin’. Time” He accentuates with his thrusts, causing you to bury your head in his shoulder and pant against his sweat-slick skin. The familiar ache he caused from the car ride is blossoming into bliss, your stomach tightening as he continues his thrusts and resumes his work on your clit.

It’s making your eyes roll to the back of your head as your whole body feels like it’s lit on fire.

“Baby, ‘m close. Jus’ like that, yeah!” You keen, the sounds of Bucky’s grunts as he thrusts spurring you on. He’s not sure if it’s from the rain from earlier or sweat but your hair is sticking to your face and Bucky can’t stop himself from brushing it out of your eyes gently with his fingers. He mutters praise as he goes, cradling your face with one hand while the other holds up your position.

He changes the angle of his hips, driving into you deeper and hitting you just where you need him to over and over again. You can feel how wet you are, can hear it in the thrusting of Bucky’s hips and yet, you can still feel more seeping out of your pussy with each slam of his cock.

“Y’close, Sweets? Gotta be, you’re milking my cock” Bucky calls out, hands gripping your ass and no doubt leaving bruises to bloom in the morning. You nod furiously, feeling your orgasm build as he continues to drive into you and brings the hand at your face back down to your clit once more.

He’s rubbing his fingers against your clit, tracing tight circles against the nerves as he continues to slam his cock right against your g-spot and make you wail.

“M’m gonna cum, yeah. Fill you up, Honey, get you all stuffed with my cum until it’s leaking down your thighs. Gonna fuck more into you in the morning, you like that” You can feel his balls slapping against you, heavy as he fucks you. 

“Wanna cum too, s’close jus— Yeah, jus— That—!” Your head falls back as you cry out, feeling the coil snap and your orgasm wash through you as Bucky fucks you through it mumbling ‘Atta girl’ into your skin for cumming down his cock. His own release is close, drawn closer by your twitching walls and velvet heat drawing him deep. He feels his balls draw up and tighten before he’s spilling into you and making you whine, head burrowing in the crook of your neck once more as he grunts.

You both stay for a few minutes catching your breath, your legs barely locked around Bucky’s waist anymore and it’s truly a testament to him that you’re both still in an upright position. Hot breaths on your collarbone turn to a small kiss and a teasing bite, a look of regret painting Bucky’s face - confusing you for a moment - before he lifts you slightly to pull out and settle.

He’s quick to put his knee between your legs in an effort to keep you up, pressing his torso against yours as he lazily kisses you. You feel well and truly fucked out, smiling into the kiss when you felt the corner’s of Bucky’s own lips turn up. His hand trailed back to your sensitive pussy, thankfully avoiding your sensitive bud and instead gathering the cum that had started to drip out as you took your time.

“How about we get you into bed, Sweetheart” He murmurs, kissing and biting along your neck still. He brings his fingers back out from your cunt, pressing the digits against your bottom lip and waiting for you to open. Almost immediately they’re sucked into your mouth, eyes rolling to the back of your head as you clean his fingers. 

“Lemme take you to bed, my sweet girl. You did so good, jus’ wanna hold you tonight, wake up to you in the mornin’ while I’ve still got the chance, yeah?”

Fucked out, you nod pulling his fingers from your mouth spit slick and allowing him to scoop you up and finally take you further into the house and then, his bed.

Bucky makes sure to send a text to your dad when he’s got you sleeping on his bed, wearing one of his old shirts. She’s home safe, it reads.

[aleniksimmer]

Hello! I have a couple of free day so I decided to keep working on Viperion (can’t believe I last touched it in 2019...I hardly remember how it was before covid generally)..anyway I fixed all the speculars (that I obviously made wrong) and added already all the LODs. For his hair I’ve used Luka’s one but changed the base and the tips color since the shape is basically the same. They’ll be standalone anyway so you can download only one of them ot both and they’ll show up in game without problem. The earrings instead are the ones from Luka’s set, I won’t reupload them again!

So the set is going to have 6 pieces (I need to make the harp and the miraculous but I hope I can be done with them by the end of the week), I’m still deciding if I’ll should create a “flat” version of the suit/boots/mask since for the other set it was just a matter of specular exagons, but here he has 3D scales accomplished with the help of normal map too. Tell me if you prefer to have the two versions or just one as I did for HM and Mayura (technically Queen Bee should have had the specular and the normal map too with the pattern, but I decided to use only the specular to match the other heroes).

I just checked the heroes we know so far (thanks wiki cause I forgot half), without considering the fusions etc:

Pegasus: just flat specular

Vesperia: specular with bump noise

Polymouse: the only new one who still has specular exagons

Purple tigress: a lot of details but zero specular pattern

Ryuko: has some sort of specular mermaid scales instead of the exagons

King Monkey: nothing

Adult Bunnyx: nothing

Pigella: GLITTER QUEEN

TBH I would let Viperion as it is (since it’s better looking) but at the same time I want to go back and remake everything again. The “issue” I always had with these sets is that if I add details on the specular/normal map, they won’t show on people whose game settings are on low (they get deactivated to make the game run better since it doesn’t have to render them). I’m thinking if I should make them as an overlay on the texture too for these people, and completely delete the “flat” ones.

This is what I mean with specular details:

This with flat specular:

With low settings none of them will show up and nothing will reflect light.

If I’ll add them directly to the texture they’ll look something like this:

They’ll be there but not react to light.

I think I’ll try it on some old sets and consider the result.

[castexpectopatronum]

Liquid Amber - Part V [Remus Lupin x Reader Imagine]

Summary: You had been crushing on Remus Lupin for an eternity when you finally decided to ask him out. However, things do not go as planned and you remain wondering just what exactly is going on with this boy.

notes: reupload because the original got deleated

trigger warnings: none

word count: 2.3k

Masterlist

Time stretched like a package of Droobles Best Chewing Gum. With every glance you took at the clock, its hand seemed to be creeping along even slower, taunting you, torturing you, until the constant ticking was the only thing echoing in your mind.

When the time to meet Remus had finally arrived, it seemed like a miracle to you. You already went to the now empty Defence Against the Dark Arts classroom thirty minutes early because you couldn’t stand the waiting any longer, but you found you weren’t any less nervous there than before. Your heart was thumping, your palms were sweating, the blood was rushing in your ears...

You were sitting on the teacher’s desk, the heels of your feet bumping steadily against the wood as you swung your legs to an unheard rhythm.

Ten to eight.

There was no need for Remus to be as overly punctual as you were.

Nine to eight.

There was still enough time.

Eight to eight.

Words were swirling around in your mind, but you failed spectacularly at putting them in a consistent order. Nothing made sense. Nothing had meaning.

Six to eight.

The heels of your feet were numb from colliding with the desk. You didn’t stop.

Five to eight.

Enough time...

Four to eight.

Was this really such a good idea? Maybe he would get angry. It was his own business, after all.

Three to eight.

No. You had to talk to him. Even if he didn’t want you to interfere in any way, he had the right to know that you knew.

Two to eight.

He was not running late. Not yet.

One to eight.

Not yet.

The clock stroke eight o’clock.

Remus wasn’t there.

At five past eight, you were still patiently waiting. At ten past eight your legs stopped swinging. At twenty past eight you turned your eyes away from the clock. And at half past eight you admitted to yourself that Remus wouldn’t be coming. That he had never planned on coming at all.

You weren’t surprised. In some way, you were actually almost thankful that he had freed you from having this conversation you had been so nervous about the entire day. But for the most part, you were simply disappointed. Yes, you had known better, but hoped for so much more. Hoped for him to at least listen to you. Just this once. This one time when you had so much to say.

You didn’t leave immediately. For a while, you just sat there on the desk, alone with your thoughts. The clock’s hand crept on, its ticking echoing in the dark classroom, wandering from half past eight to twenty to nine to ten to nine, and you were still sitting there in the dark classroom, still hoping for what you knew wouldn’t happen.

You knew it was time to leave. But you couldn’t quite bring yourself to it. Not just yet...

It was almost nine when the door to the classroom suddenly creaked open and a figure stepped in, tall and slender. You lifted your head, not trusting your eyes on what they were seeing.

Remus seemed almost startled to see you there but still he smiled at you. It was a rather forced smile but it was a smile nonetheless. He could have yelled at you for all you cared – he had shown up and that was all that mattered.

Remus closed the door behind him. “I didn’t think you’d still be here,” he admitted and stuffed his hands deep into the pockets of his trousers.

You gave him a weak smile from your place on the desk. “I’m somewhat surprised myself.”

“So...” Remus took a few steps into the room. “You wanted to talk?”

You nodded, so slightly it was almost impossible for him to see in the darkness. “I’m glad you came,” you said quietly.

Remus made an odd motion, a mixture of a shrug and a nod. “I figured I owe you at least that.”

You breathed a laugh. “For turning me down? I told you before, Remus. It’s okay.”

The corner of his mouth curled up in an awkward smile, and his eyes began to flicker around the room to avoid your gaze. You didn’t mind much. You knew he was listening.

“I knew there was something going on with you,” you began. “You seemed so troubled and you were sick so often... I knew  something was off and I wanted to help you. But you wouldn’t tell me what was going on, so... I took matters into my own hand.”

Remus furrowed his eyebrows. An alarming look appeared in his eyes, the same look you had seen when you had visited him in the Hospital Wing. It seemed like ages ago.

“I did a lot of research,” you continued. “The amount of books I read... I don’t think anyone in this castle knows more about magical diseases than I do, so if you have questions, I’m your guy.”

Remus didn’t laugh. He stood, still as a statue, and stared at you with a look of pure horror in his eyes he didn’t even bother to hide.

You let out a quiet sigh. “I know, Remus.”

For a moment, there was dead silence. Then-

“I don’t know what you’re talking about.”

“Remus-”

“No.”

He turned on his heel and was halfway through the classroom when you said, “Remus, please.”

To your surprise, he stopped, almost at the door, but he didn’t turn around. You heard his sharp breaths and the ticking of the clock on the wall.

“How long have you known?”

“A few days,” you answered. “Maybe a week.”

His shoulders had dropped defeatedly. His head was lowered; he was staring at the ground. You wished you could have been able to see his face but he still had his back turned towards you.

“Is that why you’ve ordered me here?“ he suddenly asked in a hoarse voice. “To tell me you know what I am? To tell me I’m a monster?”

Your head snatched up; a deep frown appeared on your face and you jumped from the desk. Without delay you walked straight through the classroom, stepping around Remus so you were able to face him.

His gaze was still lowered to the floor; he was fixing the stone with his eyes, refusing to look at you.

But you looked at him.

“You’re not the monster, Remus,” you said firmly. “You’re the victim.”

Remus blinked and raised his head. For a moment, there was only the look of confusion on his face. “W-What?”

You smiled softly. “You heard me. Stop putting yourself down for something that isn’t your fault.”

Remus breathed a bitter laugh and looked away. A muscle in his jaw jumped as he clenched his teeth. “You don’t know what you’re saying.”

“I’ve done my research, Remus,“ you said. “The wolf is a part of you. But it’s not you.”

Remus’ entire body was shaking although he was wearing both his jumper and robes, and his chest was rising and falling heavily.

“I’ve ’ordered’ you here to tell you I know you’re a werewolf,” you continued, your voice remaining firm even when you saw Remus flinching at the word. “And to tell you it doesn’t change a thing.”

Remus’ eyes were fixed on your own. Your heart raced as you looked at him and you wanted nothing more than to wrap your arms around him and tell him everything would be okay. But you knew he would just run off again like he always did.

“You... You don’t think I’m a-” He halted, forcing the words to come out of his mouth. “I’m a-”

“Monster?” You smiled bitterly. “No. No, I don’t.”

You hadn’t felt like lighting the room when you had entered, so there was not even candlelight to enlighten it. Remus’ face was hidden in the shadows; only because you were standing so close to each other could you make out his expression. His eyes were grazing over your face, a frown on his face. He looked like he didn’t know what to say. Or even think.

“I told you I wanted to help you,” you whispered and took a step closer. Remus gulped, but he didn’t turn away from you. “But I can only help you if you’ll let me.”

“You can’t help me,” he muttered.

“I refuse to accept that,” you said.

Remus breathed a laugh. “You’re a persistent one, aren’t you?”

“You’re saying that as though it was something bad,” you replied with twinkling eyes.

The corner of his mouth twitched. “I suppose it depends on the person.”

„I’ll take that as a compliment.”

Remus chuckled. Then, his expression turned more solemn again. “Are you... Do you really...”

He found himself unable to finish the question, but he didn’t have to for you to understand.

“Yes, I do,” you said with a gentle smile. “Remember what I told you back in the Hospital Wing?” Remus cocked his head slightly to the side. “I told you whatever it was that you were going through, it could never change my opinion on you. And I was right, wasn’t I? I still feel the same way about you I did all those weeks ago.”

A smile had appeared on Remus’ face but when you spoke the last part of your sentence, he suddenly furrowed his eyebrows. “Feel?”

Your breath hitched in your throat as you realised your mistake. “Think,” you said quickly. “I meant ... think.”

“(Y/N)...”

“It doesn’t matter, really...”

But suddenly, Remus had bent down and kissed you. It wasn’t more than a light touch of your lips, but it was enough to make your heart stop in your chest.

After only a moment, Remus pulled back, though, slowly, his mouth slightly agape. You stared at him with wide eyes as he straightened up again, seemingly startled by what he had just done.

“I’m – I’m sorry, I shouldn’t have-”

“Remus-”

“I should’ve asked you first-”

“Remus!”

Remus fell silent. His chest was rising and falling heavily as he stared down at you. You still couldn’t see his face, but you were sure a blush was rising to his cheeks.

A smile spread out on your face as you slowly stepped forward, your hand lying on his chest, causing him to walk backwards until he stumbled against his desk and sat down.

For a moment, you simply took him in, biting your lip as you did and smiling to yourself. Remus’ brown hair was falling into his forehead and his soft eyes were gazing into your own, flickered from your eyes to your lips and back to your eyes. Your smile widened as you slowly leaned it, your face inching towards his.

Remus still had the time to stop you if he wanted to.  But he didn’t. He sat there and waited, his breath going faster each moment. He licked his lips nervously; your breath mingled with his, your heart thumped in your chest, your noses brushed...

And then, your lips touched.

It was soft, at first, light as a feather. Your lips carefully moved against each other, testing, exploring, only slowly daring to go further. You heart was doing cartwheels in your chest as your fingers moved up his thighs and his own, big hands snuck around your waist to pull you closer. You tilted your head slightly to the side, your lips moved faster, the kiss became deeper; Remus arms were now hugging your back, pressing you as close as possible while yours were tightly wrapped around his neck, one hand entangled in his soft, thick hair. You two were clinging to each other as though you were drowning, the kiss becoming deeper and more desperate with each moment.

Only when you were in need of air did you break this kiss. But you didn’t let go of each other. Breathing heavily, you stared into each other’s eyes and then leaned forwards to rest your foreheads against each other.

Suddenly, you breathed a laugh.  “Wow.”

Remus chuckled. “Yeah. Wow.”

You grinned. “This conversation turned out better than I expected.”

A smile appeared on Remus’ face. “I must say I haven’t expected that either.”

“So... that thing that we do, that we don’t talk to each other... I take it that’s over now?” you asked, seemingly casual, but your stomach tightly knotted together.

A shadow flickered over Remus’ face.

Your fingers strocked his neck, kept him in place. “Let me help you, Remus. Please.”

But Remus let go of you. He loosened your grip around his neck and let out a deep breath as he lowered your hands, intertwining your fingers. Then, he pressed a soft kiss to your hand.

“There’s only so much you can do,” he whispered against your fingers. “But if that’s truly what you want.”

“It is,” you breathed. “I care about you, Remus. A lot. And I want to help you.”

“Why?”

You lifted your gaze. Remus was looking at you with such vulnerability in his soft eyes that it took your breath away. “Because you’re a good person, Remus. And I really, really like you. Like, my-heart-stops-beating-every-time-you-walk-by-and-I-want-to-take-you-out-for-dinner-kind of like.”

Remus let out a shaky breath. He was silent for such a long time that you began to fear you had overstepped your boundaries. But then, he said “I’d also like to take you out for dinner.”

You laughed. Your knees turned weak with relief. “That sounds like a plan,” you whispered, a smile playing at your lips, and leaned in to kiss him once more; a kiss which Remus was more than happy to return.

Turned out Remus did like you, after all.

[randoimago]

Praise :: Ryuji

FANDOM: Persona 5

Pairing: Ryuji Sakamato x Reader

Words: 669

Support Me (if you want): https://ko-fi.com/jinxitty

Notes: I love Ryuji so much and he does not deserve all the crap Morgana gives him. Reuploading cause Tumblr fixed the shadowban so hopefully you all can see this now

“So what’s going on?”

The faux blond boy had asked as he sat across from you at the diner table. You had invited him here to eat, just as a “we did great in mementos, let’s eat” celebration. He had seemed to want to ask questions previously but when you mentioned treating, well he couldn’t say no to free food.

“You’re a sweetheart, Ryuji.” A surprised noise came from the boy as his face turned a bit pink at the sudden compliment, obviously not expecting it.

In truth, you had asked Ryuji to come to the diner so that you could make him feel better. You’d heard the insults that Morgana threw at him. You’ve seen how they really affect Ryuji yet he continued to play the tough guy. It upset you to see how tough Ryuji pretends to be when he’s hurting.

“Th- Thank you?” Ryuji didn’t seem to know how to react to the compliment. You just gave him a bright smile.

“You’re really strong too. And fast. You’re really amazing.” The pink flush was turning into full on red from the compliments. Ryuji was definitely getting flustered from the compliments. You really hope he’s feeling happier from them and not uncomfortable.

“Sh- Shit, [Y/N], where’s this coming from?” He tried to laugh off his blushing but his stutter said otherwise. It’s honestly really cute.

“What do you mean? I just want to let you know that you’re a valuable member of…” you trailed off as you glanced around before lowering your voice. “the phantom thieves.”

“So are you.” You couldn’t help the slight frown on your face at him returning the compliment. Sure it is sweet of him, but you are trying to make him feel happy. “What?” Crap he noticed your frown.

“Nothing, I just want to make you smile and then you go and have to be sweet by returning the compliment,” you stated and he flushed more at that.

“Well you definitely made me blush like an idiot.”

“Good!”

“But seriously though, [Y/N], what’s up? Is something the matter? I’ll punch someone if they did somethin’ and that’s why you’re being so nice.” You sighed at Ryuji’s willingness to just fight random people.

You were silent for a bit as you thought of how to respond to Ryuji. You didn’t want him to be more upset by mentioning how he had been since you wanted to keep his mind off of that. Your silence seemed to make him more worried though.

“[Y/N], what happened?” The fact that Ryuji sounds so worried for yourself made you frown more. He really is super sweet.

“I just- Morgana has been really unfair to you and I saw that you seemed upset so I wanted to make you happy,” you confessed. Ryuji pursed his lips at that as he sighed.

“He’s a stupid cat. Shouldn’t worry about him too much.” Despite Ryuji saying that, you could still hear the slight bitterness in his tone.

“And? That doesn’t give him a right to constantly talk down to you. You’re amazing Ryuji and have definitely saved our asses more times than I can count. You deserve to be praised.” Ryuji blushed a bit more at that as he rubbed the back of his neck.

“You’re the sweet one, [Y/N],” he stated. You felt a bit of a flush on your own face from that as you smiled at him. “Thanks for all this.”

“Of course. You look way better when you’re happy.” Ryuji gave a soft smile at that. He seemed to think about something for a bit as he suddenly seemed a bit nervous.

“Hey, uh, [Y/N]?”

“Yeah?”

“Do you want to go on an actual date sometime? One where I ain’t the only one getting praise?” It was your turn to have your face go beet red as Ryuji finished his question. He seemed rather shy as he waited a response. Eventually you gave him a gentle smile.

“Yeah, I’d like that.”

[ragzpizzle]

(REUPLOAD CAUSE I HAD TO FIX SOMETHING THAY WAS BOTHERING ME!)

Here is Day 9 for Mayden Dressup! Human Jewel!

I highly apologize if this looks kinda terrible, I rushed a bit cause I was watching some Bill Jensen Videos. What do you guys think about this?

Tomorrow in Day 10 will have Gloomy Loomy in it!

[itsyourboychristopher]

--bang chan--

words - 4.5k

warnings - phone sex, mutual masturbation, hints of D/s, slight angst, bunch of fluffy and sassy couple talk

note - i had to reupload cause apparently trying to fix the warnings on my phone fucked everything up, but here you guys go!

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You stared at your phone screen, completely entranced by the Instagram video in front of you. It wasn’t anything too crazy, just a short video of your boyfriend Chan during the fan chant video for Levanter. You had watched the video earlier when it had first released, and here you were watching it again for the thousandth time. Between his hair, the eyebrow slit, and just that fucking face… he just looked so good. 

“Hellooo…? G’day, mate!” 

Wincing, you jerked your head back into your pillow in shock as you heard Chan’s voice loudly in your ear. “What the hell was that for?”

“I called your name like five times. You kind of zoned out on me. Is everything okay? if you need to go to bed, you can. You don’t have to stay up to talk to me, you know.”

“Uhm... to be completely honest, I got distracted,” you answered as you rolled onto your left side. Making sure the blankets didn’t twist as you continued to lie in bed staring at your phone, you snuggled into your mattress. 

Chan gasped dramatically, making you roll your eyes in fondness. “How dare you? And here I was telling you an amazing story.”

“Oh?” Your eyebrows rose. “What kind of story?”

“Mhm. May I ask what got you so distracted?”

Fixing your headphones that had gotten tangled when you turned on your side, you made a sound in your throat as if you were thinking about it. “I mean I guess, but you have to be cool about it.”

Chan’s voice went from teasing to curious. “Cool in what way?”

“Well…” You watched the video of him one more time before smiling wickedly. “I found myself distracted by this really hot guy I found on Insta.”

You could practically hear the badly hidden jealousy in his voice, and you took a moment to relish in it. “Oh? ...What’s his name?”

“I think his name is Bang Chan? I don’t know,” you teased as your smile softened. “I think he’s in some kind of kpop group. They recently posted a video on YouTube of a fan chant? I don’t know what those are or even what they’re saying, but this Chan Bang guy really just looks hot as hell. His hair is tousled and kind of off of his forehead, and that one prominent dimple when he smiles? Mmmmm,” you fake a whiny groan. “And that eyebrow slit? Fuck.”

A slight sound on his end was heard after your fake whine, and you smirked while watching the video again. A hint of warmth caused a short throb in your clit, and you remembered just how sexy he could be when jealous. “There’s just something about him that’s so attractive. I would totally leave you for him to be quite honest.”

He chuckled. “You don’t say.”

“Oh, yeah. ...Hey! You live in Korea, he lives in Korea; do you think there’s any way that you can get me his number?”

You knew he was probably rolling his eyes at you at this point. If you didn’t know any better, you also thought that he was most likely blushing from the compliments. The two of you had known each other for so long that you practically knew him better than he knew himself, even though he lived a 20 hour plane ride away. 

“Yes,” he replied back with a hint of sarcasm. “Let me totally get my manager to contact his manager, and I will one hundred percent be behind you leaving me, your long-term boyfriend of three years, so you can date this ‘Chan Bang’ dude.”

“Thanks, babe! Who knows, maybe I’ll let you watch us have sex for funsies.”

“I can’t wait,” he deadpanned. “Oh! That reminds me actually. Did you ask off for the tour? Hopefully I can see you at least once since I’m coming to Miami and you live in Orlando now. That’s only what, five hours?”

“In good traffic, yeah,” you agreed. Narrowing your eyes in confusion for a moment, you chuckled quietly. “How did me talking about sex remind you of the tour?”

Chan jokingly scoffed, earning a judgy face from you. “Because it’s been six months since I’ve last physically saw you in front of me, and I’m horny as hell and want to have amazing sex with my precious girlfriend who I love deeply.”

You felt a blush erupt onto your cheeks from his words. After taking a moment to calm down, you winced, and hoped he wouldn’t be able to tell that you were going to lie to him. “Uhm, well… that’s the thing? I don’t think I’ll be able to make it.”

It became quiet on his end, and while you knew you were actually going to be there for most of the tour because your manager understood the situation and allowed you the time off, you still wanted to try and surprise him. You were going to be able to be with him for weeks, and even share a room with him, and you wanted to personally see the smile on his face when you told him so. The silence from him though told you how much this lie hurt him, and it brought an anxiety pain to your chest. It’ll all be worth it when I surprise him in Atlanta. I just have to keep telling myself that. His reaction will be worth it. 

“Really?” He finally asked quietly with a hint of raspiness in his voice. “I thought you said that your GM could most likely give it to you? You said since the tickets and everything were gonna be paid for, that you just needed the time off since you have your savings from the money I send you.”

“Yeah, I still wish you’d stop sending me money-”

“-I’d spend it on you regardless, even if you actually lived here-”

“-and I thought he’d let me, but since I just recently got promoted to being a manager, it’s a little harder than I thought. You know how Disney property is… the tourist season never ends.” You heard Chan sniffle, almost making you want to give in and apologize. Just knowing that you were hurting him even if you were making it up to him later made this hurt you way more than you expected. “Baby, please.”

“But you don’t work for Disney, you’re third party, so you said it was easier to ask off.” He sniffled again before clearing his throat. “LIke I know that I kind of signed up for this when we decided to go out and were finally able to but wow, this really sucks. Why don’t you seem more upset by this? It means it’ll be almost a full year before the next time we can see each other again in person, and not over FaceTime or just talking on the phone.”

You felt tears sting your eyes at the reminder of the distance, making you bite the inside of your cheek as you attempted to hold them back. “Trust me,” your voice cracked a little bit without meaning to. “I am upset, I just didn’t want to let you know how much.”

He sniffled loudly at the slight whine in your voice, and you heard things shuffling in the background as if he was wiping his eyes. “This is definitely not how I intended this phone call to go.”

“I know, Chan. I’m so sorry. ...How did you intend it to go?”

“Well,” he cleared his throat a few times as if he was trying to return to the earlier moment. “I was trying to tell the story about my last trip to the gym so I could hopefully turn this into phone sex, but now…”

“Oo, you know how much I love gym stories.”

Chan snickered quietly, making you smile, and you slowly felt the grief from before lifting. “I know, that’s why I was surprised when you said you got distracted, but now knowing that it was because of a video of me and that it was turning you on…?”

“If you’re still down for it, I’m totally into turning this back into a phone sex call. It’s been a minute, and to be honest, all of these videos of you have been teasing me. Plus those new pics and vids of you as an airline captain? Fuck, Chan.”

“I miss you so much and I’m always so fucking horny; I’m always down, baby girl.”

The warmth from earlier returned to your crotch, making you bite your lip as you rolled onto your back and let your left hand roam down to your breast. “I actually prepared a surprise for you to make up for not being able to go on tour. I’m not sure if you can handle it.”

He groaned. “What kind of surprise?”

“How much time do you have before you need to go? And are you in a ‘not safe for work or the kids’ space?”

“Mmm…” He was quiet for a second, probably checking his schedule. “It’s 3:37P now, and we were gonna have dinner before getting everything prepared for Inkigayo so… an hour? And the boys are in different places. The only one home is Hannie-ah, and his room is on the other side of the house. Plus my door is locked, so even if my roomies came home, I’m pretty sure that after years of living with me they know that if I’m on the phone it’s most likely with you, and they know to most likely stay away.”

Your nipple had become hard underneath your shirt from your teasing. You pinched it which made you release a small groan as he finished speaking.

“Baby girl,” he growled. “What’s the surprise? You better show me before you touch yourself. You know the rules. You can only touch yourself when I tell you to when we’re on the phone.”

“Sorry, sir… it’s been so long since you’ve last punished me that my hands have grown bold.”

“I’ll make sure to remind you when I see you next.”

“Please do,” you purred.

Releasing your breast, you quickly went to the Kakaotalk app where you and Chan texted each other daily, and sent him a teasing picture of your newly bought black lingerie. There were multiple pictures that you took of yourself modeling in them, and the one you chose just showed you in one of his oversized black shirts that reached your upper thigh. You wore stockings with garters that were just barely visible, and you knew those alone would make him instantly harden since stockings with garters were his favorite. The sexy pose was simple; just you standing in front of your full-length mirror in your bedroom with a hand lifting the shirt slightly above your left thigh, up towards your hip. Your left leg was bent and you faced the mirror at an angle, that way he could see a hint of your wonderful ass from the side. 

You heard when he received it; the gasp he let out turning into a gravely moan.

“Is that my shirt?”

“Mhm.”

“And what looks like new lingerie too?”

“Bought just for you.”

You heard shuffling on his end of the line again, and noticed his breath had started to pick up. “My dear Chanstopher, are you touching yourself from just the first picture?”

“There’s more?” He sounded slightly scandalized, making you hold back a giggle.

“Of course, silly. There’s an entire ensemble that I modeled with. I had to make sure you got to see all of it,” you teased, making sure to use a slight French accent on the word ‘ensemble’.

“May I see the rest of it?”

You tsked him. “A Dom begging? So unbecoming.”

“You are walking a very fine line, baby,” he growled. God, I love it when he does that!

“I guess since you asked so nicely, I can send you another one. If you were already touching yourself before, just wait for this next one.”

Going through the photos, you chose the one where you’re sitting on the bed in front of the same mirror with your legs drawn wide, using that same hand from earlier to lift the shirt up to right below your chest. What was really going to kill him was the sight of the pink app controlled vibrator sticking out of your black lacy underwear, and the resounding moan that released from his lips when he received it made your clit start to throb incessantly.

“You were wet at just the thought of me seeing these, yeah?” His voice sounded shaky, and you swore that you heard his hand gripping his cock solely based off of the timbre of his voice. 

“I’m always wet when I think of you, Sir.”

“You being a good girl?”

Biting your lip, you nod as if he can see you as you grip the sheets with your left hand. Returning back to his rules; you laid your phone down on your bed beside you as you waited for him. The only thing that existed in your brain now was Chan and whatever he had in store for you. “Yes, Sir, I’m being a good girl. I always want to be your good girl.”

“Go grab that vibrator from the picture.”

You took in a shaky breath at his command as you squeezed your thighs together, giving yourself a hint of pleasure. “But you’re not here to control it,” you whined.

“No, I’m not, but you’re going to follow my commands, yeah, baby girl?”

“Yes, Sir,” you whispered breathlessly.

Flipping the covers open, you feel the sting of the cold air that you and your roommates normally kept the apartment at hit your skin, causing goosebumps as you left your phone and headphones behind. Your room was normally colder than the others because you had the master and it had the most outer walls compared to the other rooms, making it super cold even in December in Florida. Normally you liked it, but right now, with how heated your skin had become, it felt like a mild punishment from him. He calls me baby girl and suddenly I become a dripping wet human furnace. 

Walking into your bathroom, you opened the drawer connected to your sink that housed your toys and pulled out the required pink vibrator. You hastily went back to your bed, dying to be under the covers. Putting the headphones back in your ear, you got comfortable and held the vibrator on top of your stomach. “I have it, Chan.”

“What’re you wearing?”

“Uhm,” your eyebrows kit together in confusion, having expected a command. “I’m actually wearing the same shirt in the picture. It’s my go to for bed. All of your shirts are.”

“And your underwear?” He asked.

“The blue boy shorts you saw the last time you visited.”

“Mm, I just want to set the picture so I can help myself along. Are you ready, sweetheart?”

“Yes, Sir, but can I know what you’re wearing too?”

“I’m wearing my black Dolls hoodie and my black sweatpants.”

“Such an emo baby,” you quipped with a soft smile.

“Emo for you.”

The two of you laughed at his corniness, and when you both finally calmed down, he asked if you’re ready again. You told him you were, and you heard some movement on his end of the line, making you wait patiently for him as he most likely got comfortable.

“All right, my love. I want you to lift your shirt as high as you did in that last picture, and then I want you to turn the vibrator on the lowest setting.”

You do as you’re told, turning the vibrator on through the phone app. You briefly wondered what he was going to have you do tonight, and you loved the anticipation of it all. “I did it.”

“Good girl,” he rumbled nearly an octave lower than his normal voice. The praise and the sound of his voice sent a shiver down your spine. You wanted to hear more of it. “Now I want you to lightly run the vibrator up and down your exposed stomach. Imagine I’m there above you, doing it as I suck on your earlobe.”

Your breathing started to pick up as you followed through, and the small vibration on your abs increased the warmth in your nether region.

“Does that feel good?”

“Yes, sir. Can I ask what you’re doing on your end?”

“Of course, baby girl. Seeing those pictures got me hard, and I’m rubbing myself over my sweats as I picture you following my commands, dressed in my shirt,” he answered. 

His love of you wearing his clothes was overly apparent, and it filled you with a sense of joy, knowing you pleased him. 

“Do you like the pictures?”

“I love them. You are… breathtakingly gorgeous and sexy.” Chan groaned loudly, making your clit throb harder as you wished the vibrator could move lower. As if hearing your inner wish, Chan spoke again, “Now I want you to move the toy down to your pussy, over your underwear. Let it trace around your folds, but you are not allowed to touch your clit or slit. Follow my lead, baby.”

Whining loudly, your hand moved the vibrator as you opened your legs as wide as possible, and the second it touched your folds, you had to stop yourself from going straight to the source of your pleasure. You waited for what came next, knowing that by ‘following his lead’ it meant doing what he said he’d do, therefore helping you imagine him actually being there. 

“I’m right there with you, moving the toy above your clit but not touching it as I slowly grind into your thigh. My mouth is working down your neck, having just reached the edge of my shirt. Moving my other hand, I lift the shirt further up, and the second your breasts are free I have your nipple between my teeth…”

“Chan—“ your chest started heaving as you tried to breathe. The mental visual of him being there, doing what your hands were doing was already messing with you. It had been so long since you had actually touched yourself, and even longer since you both were able to have enough time for phone sex that you were already lost. Your right hand continued moving the toy over your folds, while your left tugged lightly on your nipple. “Please, sir.”

“Sucking your nipple into my mouth,” he continued with a slight growl to his voice, “I move the toy down to your slit, still over the underwear. You buck your hips, making me press mine harder into your thigh, and as punishment for moving when I didn’t tell you to, I bite the skin of your breast, just hard enough for you to know I’m displeased. You can feel all seven inches of my dick on your thigh, and knowing it’s so close to your cunt, you moan into my ear.”

You followed through with everything he was saying, and when he said you moaned, you actually did as the vibrator seemed to barely touch you just below your clit. Just imagining that his perfect cock was right there, touching you, made you salivate, forcing you to bite your lip as hard as possible. It’s been so long since I’ve had him in my mouth. God, I miss it!

Chan seemed to moan along with you. Hearing his beautiful voice fill your ears caused your core to clench, making you whimper. 

“Your moan caused my cock to throb so hard, baby. Imagining I’m with you feels so good. Do you feel it too?” He panted quietly. 

“Yes, Sir—please, can I move the vibrator?”

“Yes, but you don’t get to touch your clit. I want you to put it into your underwear and to trace along your slit.”

Doing so caused your body to spasm slightly, and you felt your hips shake against the stimulation. 

“Now I want you to turn the vibrator up to half power.”

“Chan! I’m so primed already—“

“Do as I say, my love.”

You groaned in frustration and removed your left hand from your breast. Grabbing your phone, you turned the vibrator up to half power, and the second it increased against you, you gasped loudly as your body spasmed a bit. 

“Put it in, baby girl. Just like the picture.”

At this point you were panting through your nose, trying to make sure that if your roommates were somehow awake and out in the living room at nearly two in the morning, they wouldn’t be able to fully hear you. You were practically whimpering near constantly when you put it in, the toy setting your body aflame as it buzzed against your g-spot. Your nipples were harder than you thought possible as you ripped the blankets off of your heated skin. The chill in the air hit your soaked underwear, and the feeling of it rubbing against your swollen center caused your legs to squeeze tightly together. Not knowing what to do with your hands, you gripped the sheets. 

“Now,” Chan panted; having come undone slightly knowing that you were filled with pleasure. “I want you to power through and send me another picture. Can you do that? After you send it you are allowed to rub your clit.”

“Yes, Sir,” you breathed in excitement. Squeezing your eyes shut for a second, you shakily reached for your phone and tapped the screen on. It opened at your face and you sent him the ‘live’ picture you had been planning on sending next—you with the shirt completely off now, your breasts full and heaving in a black lace push-up bra as your left hand played with your clit inside of your panties, the vibrator still within your depths, just like it was right now. The short video was only three seconds, but it was abundantly clear what you were doing. 

The moan that left Chan seemed to echo within your mind when he finally saw it. The sound was so arousing that your hand immediately ventured into your underwear to rub circles into your throbbing nub.

At this point you could hear Chan moaning every few seconds. You were too deep into your pleasure to even fathom what he was doing other than fucking his own hand, but when your phone lit up and you clicked the message, a video of his beautifully veiny arm gripping his cock greeted your eyes. It was thirty seconds long, hopefully in reaction to your pictures, and you could see how undone he was as he jerked himself off. During the last ten seconds of the video you could see precum escaping the head of his cock as he squeezed the glands around his tip. 

“Oh! I wish I could taste you,” you whined loudly. Your other hand was holding your phone, and your eyes were glued to the screen. The combination of your fingers rubbing your clit and the toy making a mess of your insides was getting you close, but you knew you had to wait for him. 

“Yeah?” His voice was getting high and breathy which was a sign that he was getting close too. “I wish I could taste you too. You taste so good. ...Just imagine my head between your legs right now as the toy buzzes inside you. I’m sucking on your clit as hard as I can, making you buck against my face. Your hands are gripping my hair, tugging on it—fuck, I’m close, baby girl. I’m so close. I want you to come with me, okay?”

“Yes!” You loudly whispered. “Yes, I want you to come. I want to come so badly.” 

The thought of him between your legs after such a long time began the tinglings of a large orgasm, making you curl your toes. Your hips were shaking as the warmth in your core increased, signaling your rapidly approaching climax. Your hand was moving fast now, rubbing your clit as hard as you dared as you heard him jerking himself off, attempting to hold back his moans. Just as the pleasure began to increase, you held your breath, wishing his hand was lightly gripping your throat as you attempted to hold back the orgasm just outside of your grasp. 

“Baby girl—I’m, I’m gonna cum. I want you to come,” he said breathlessly in his haste. “I wish I was with you so I could cum inside. I know how much you love to be full of my cum. I—” 

Fireworks exploded behind your eyelids as your entire body spasmed, making you curl into yourself as you turned on your side. Your walls clenched fiercely around the toy, only making your orgasm last just that much longer. What part of your consciousness that still existed in that moment registered the sound of him coming on the other end of the line. He grunted, and you wished with your entire being that his cock was down your throat, letting you swallow his cum whole. 

What was probably just a moment of mutual panting as the both of you tried to calm back down, it felt like an hour had passed. You weakly turned off of the vibrator so the overstimulation could cease, and just spent the next moment existing as your heart began to slow as the edges of your orgasm faded away. 

“Baby?” He sounded just as wrecked as you. 

“Y-Yeah?”

“Do—“ he took in a deep breath before blowing it out. “Do you need any aftercare?”

Licking your lips, your eyes fluttered open as you began to uncurl yourself. “No… I’m--I’m probably ready for sleep though. Let me, um, clean myself up and I’ll be right back, okay?” 

“I’ll be here, love.”

Leaving your bed, you quickly, but shakily, went to your bathroom. When you turned on the light, you had to squeeze your eyes closed for a moment--your eyes too sensitive after being in darkness for so long. As quickly as you could, you took the vibrator out, ignoring the shiver that ran down your spine as you cleaned it and left it out to dry, and then went to clean up the mess that was your nether region. 

Two minutes later you were all clean, and with a fresh pair of undies, sleepily sliding back into bed and pulling the sheets up over you. Putting your headphones back in your ears, you tap your phone on and smile when you see the call was still on. 

“Chan?”

“I’m here.”

Smiling, and ignoring the tears that immediately came to your eyes due to just how much you missed him, you cleared your throat while covering the mic so he couldn’t hear. When you were good, you moved your hand back and whispered, “I love you.”

It was quiet for a second, but when he spoke again, you could hear the smile in his tone. “I love you too. What do you need to fall asleep, sweetheart?”

“Just your voice. Sing me to sleep, Chanstopher.”

Chan hummed happily at the endearing nickname before whispering, “Your wish is my command.”

Within a minute of him singing you a ballad version of ‘Tenerife Sea’ by Ed Sheeran, you were fast asleep.

[writing-for-me-at-this-point]

Clumsy | Tanjiro Kamado | KNY

Request: My request for you

Word Count: 1459 words

Page Count: 4.1 pages

Authors Note: a reupload from my past blog- and the last one! once i get my tarot series up on this blog time for new writings!

        The sky crackled as thunder lit up the sky sparsely with bright light, icy winds harshly danced across the fields as the vegetation bent to the will of the air, the groans of the trees nearby echoed through the lands. You smiled as the warmth of the soup you made hit your face, stirring it slowly while looking through the window, the small droplets of chilled rain started to run down the clear glass. Your hair was slipping from its butterfly clip that held the locks back, the light burgundy kimono you wore was fitted well, but now slips slightly from your shoulders from a day of working your families herbal shop and the formulas for Shinobu. She was always your best costumer.

        “Hmm?” A small sound came out from next to you, around the height of your hip, you placed the ladle down as you turned to Nezuko. You ran your fingers through her hair as she came close to you, laying her head on your hip as you got a bowl out.

        “You’ve finally woken up, hmm? Has Tanjiro as well?” You asked her, looking down into her sleepy eyes, her head nodding before she moved to the room her brother was resting in, hearing some rustling before all settled. 

        You’ve wanted everything to wrap up nicely, Tanjiro had been gone for about a week and a half, due to a difficult mission. One demon turned out to be a small cluster of them in the areas surrounding, each powerful enough to develop a Demon Blood Art that caused heavy damage on the boys worn body. He managed some basic first aid, but once he returned you had to re-do all the stitches and bandaging, so that it was clean, tight, and dry to heal quickly enough.

        “Tanjiro! What was even going on there? You’re all torn up, love.” You winced as he took the button up of his uniform off. His eyes became sad as he saw what worry he brought to you. Opening his mouth to apologize, he stopped himself and sat on the bed with a sigh, appreciating what you're doing for him as he watched you. 

        Gripping the small basket, you threw the materials you needed from the bedrooms drawer as they soon slipped from your hands, shaking a bit as your fear from before started to settle into your bones. He was alive. He is okay. Nezuko is sleeping- healing on the bed, having already treating her knowing Tanjiro would decline any treatment first, though he was the human in the equation. You bundled her up nicely in the sheets as Tanjiro started to take his bloodied and torn clothing off.

        You tripped getting up, Tanjiro shooting up at the sight, ignoring the pain as he went for you.

        “I’m fine, Tanjiro. Sit down before you hurt yourself more.” You sighed, placing a hand on his shoulder and pushing him to sit on the edge of the bed, holding the basket as the other

        “[ Y/n ], don’t worry please, you shouldn’t stress yourself this much over me.” He said, looking at you as you sat next to him, cleaning up one of the messy stitches. 

        “I can’t help it. I worry just as equally as I do with Nezuko, and she has enhanced healing. You’re both my family and I just can’t help it.” You continued, before placing some pressure around the wound with one hand, and grabbing the scissors with the other from the basket.

        “This will sting a bit-” You started, “-I know. I can handle it. Thank you, [ Y/n ], for taking care of me.” He cut you off, wincing as you started to cut the older stitches and pull them out, he continued to talk and focus on his breathing. He always found the pain to numb better this way, speaking with you and keeping his thoughts on breathing. You both knew of your shared feelings for one another, never going too far with the intimacy, and yet you two were always close. He appreciated you for being patient with him, knowing he would put his mission to make Nezuko human over almost everything, how you always were there to fix him up whenever he was torn down.

        “How have the other little butterfly's treated you?” He smiled, thinking of Aoi, Sumi, Kiyo, and Naho. You cleaned the wound from the fresh blood, before starting to stitch it up again. 

        “Well, I seem to keep tripping up on everything nowadays, but I’ll manage to live.” You smiled, fondly remembering all the girls worrying over you for little mishaps.

        “You manged to get here on a relaxed day, you and Nezuko have your own room, unlike the open area we usually shove you in.” He laughed as you finished, moving on to the next set of wounds, after finishing the wrapping of his now- properly fixed slash. You two continued on like this, catching up with one another, him with Inosuke and Zenitsu’s highjink’s and you with the Hashiras… everything. This continued even when you finished, ending up with him next to Nezuko as you brushed his hair back while he laid down, resting and enjoying your presence. 

        “Don’t even get me started on Shinobu’s assault on Tomiokas… social life? She is always harsh with the poor man, I had to make it up to him somehow so I-” A loud growl came from Tanjiros stomach as she was speaking, causing her to stop and look at him, the young couple laughing together as she got up. 

        “Soup? I think something light and filling is best for you, considering the stress you had on your abdomen.” You spoke, already walking to the door, as he agreed, closing the door and going to the kitchen, after shooting a quick, “Rest up!”

        The tray with soup and bread was in one hand as you opened the door, looking back quickly before taking another step, it didn’t feel right. Before you realized, you were falling, the hot soup falling forward onto your legs. The ache turned into a sharp burn as the soup soaked into your kimono, causing tears to fill your eyes as pain hit you, your pulse didn’t seem to be in your heart, more or less falling into your lap. 

        “[ Y/n ], gods! Are you alright?” Tanjiro yelped, getting up from the bed as Nezuko jumped from the bed to you, pushing the bowl and spilled food on you. Tanjiro helped you stand, picking you up and sitting you on the bed as he told Nezuko to get cold water and a rag, who quickly ran to go find some. 

        “I need to see the burns, sorry [ Y/n ], please don’t cry.” He slowly peeled the bottom of your kimono apart as the irritated skin was exposed to the air, causing you to hiss in pain. Nezuko ran in with a bucket of water, a rag hanging from it, and placing it down next to you. She sat next to you and tried to comfort you, patting your head and rubbing your arms as cool water started to calm the hot skin. A tear slipped down your face, the pain subsiding after at least half an hour of Tanjiro rubbing the rag on your thighs. 

        “Sorry you had to do this. I just wanted to help you out-”

        “Shh, it’s okay. Accidents happen. You don’t need to worry.” He smiled, rubbing the skin with the cold rag that was slightly warmed now, trying to calm you down the best he could with Nezuko.

        “T-There is some cream in the basket I had before that should help.” You spoke, trying to think on anything, but the pain. He quickly got up and grabbed it, drying the skin before looking up to you.

        “Don’t worry, this’ll probably be cold.” He spoke, rubbing the skin with cool cream. After a few more minutes, he was finished, wiping your tears with his hand.

        “How about we both relax a bit, we all need it, and Shinobu wouldn’t mind.” He smiled, pulling the covers off the bed to have you shuffle under, Nezuko curling up to you. Tanjiro followed suit, laying next to you making sure your thighs didn’t touch the linens too harshly. The thunder seemed to die down outside, allowing the wind to howl and the rain to trample the exposed land, lulling you all to sleep.