#riven is impatient

[amourisms]

lovesick.

summary : caught up in the toxicity of casual sex with your ex, you find yourself calling him up yet again.

pairing : jason todd x fem!reader

warnings : toxic relationship (?), fingering, pet names ( baby, angel ), breeding.

wc : 0.9k

a/n : sorry this is so short and not proofread its like 3am and i’m sad rn

whenever you two were in the same room, the air was dense. it never stemmed from the fact that he was your ex or some underlying hatred from it, actually the air was noticeably blue. your relationship with jason was extremely short-lived although the layers in the fleeting gazes and pursed-lipped smiles shared in passing had such a depth neither of you could understand.

you often looked back at your time spent together yet it always bought you back to one final memory; the both of you with tears in your eyes, your head on his chest, his hand in your hair and his other arm keeping you close when his words finalised the opposite. you remember his hauntingly soft tone was loud in your ears, "i know, baby, i know."

he never wanted to let you go, but he knew the darkness that consumed his riven soul would bleed into yours soon enough. he couldn't do that to you. how could he let the demons of his mind corrupt such an angel like you?

you remember his call that came a few days afterwards. you remember the tapping of your fingers on your wheel and the biting of your lip that managed to actually draw blood on the drive to his place. you remember his hand on your cheek, his finger wiping the liquid red on your lips. you remember his lips replacing his thumb and his comment on the taste of copper that elicited a smile from you. you remember the way his hands felt when he touched you.

you remember waking up to an empty bed.

that day you were certain his darkness did not corrupt you; it hollowed you.

you felt empty when he wasn't touching you, shaping you to be his and he needed you like a lifeline, even if he couldn't get you the way he wanted. even if you weren't together you both clung onto each other the only way either of you knew how, the only way you thought the other'd accept.

so you end up calling him again, and he ends up coming back, solidifying both of you as lovesick fools ignorant to the hurt.

your body felt as if it were a ravenous wildfire, starving for the touch and taste of him. needing to be his. even if it wasn't how you wanted. he wasn't sure why he kept going when he knew his poison was seeping into you more and more each time but maybe it was the sounds you made or the words you spoke that nested in the crevices of his bones that puppeteered him to kiss you and pull you closer.

you wore nothing but an old oversized t-shirt of his and underwear though he knew he was selfish for slipping his fingers underneath the bands of your panties. his fingers remain there hooked, bringing you closer and waiting for some sign of approval. forcibly you moved his hand as you impatiently stepped out of your underwear and began dragging his hand back down to your now soaked cunt.

he lazily trailed his middle and ring finger up and down your folds, before slipping a finger into your hole making you gasp into the kiss. when he added another finger and simultaneously began rubbing your clit with his thumb you were forced to break the kiss and roll your head back. as he began speeding up, more and more sounds escaped your lips finding a home in jason's ear but it was only when a soft whimper of his name, "jay…" came to light that he deemed the aftermath of love was such beautiful ruins.

he was all too familiar with your body, so it wasn't long before you came. your high washing over your entire body making you spasm around his fingers.

he let you take a moment to come back to reality, only to allow himself to undo his pants and step out of his boxers. with his level of need, one hand was rested on your hip and the other stroking his cock before you could even catch your breath. he began dragging his dick through your folds, alike earlier with his fingers, gathering your wetness on his tip before prodding at your entrance and finally pushing in and bottoming out in one fluid motion.

the hand that wasn't on your hip found its way to the nape of your neck to bring your face close to his, your moans and whimpers brushing against his lips. "you feel so good, angel" he whispers to you and you tighten at the beloved pet name he's kept for you all this time. he takes your lips into another kiss as you bring your palms to rest on his muscled chest and its moments like these where the shadows don't seem to follow him and your contaminated edges seem to fade. its moments like these where everything seems so right and perfect and blindingly light.

his thrusts get harder and faster and you become a babbling mess, breaking the kiss yet again though this time to sing praises which you know will be his breaking point. his movements become sloppier and his head begins to get woozier though he still manages to draw circles on your clit and suck at the sweet spot on your neck. your lips remain parted and can't seem to shut as he manages to overload your senses. you could only comprehend one sentence he spoke, "cum for me, baby."

your mind had already ascended due to the pleasure he bought you when your orgasm came crashing over every inch of your body. your legs were on the verge of giving out and your eyes stuck rolled to the back of your head as jason continues a few more careless thrusts before his cock twitches and he releases inside of you with a deep groan, leaving you full of him.

[sehnsuchts-trunken]

Okay, Mary, but hear me out. I've one more idea for Riven drabble. What if he and reader [girlfriend/fiancée/wufe] wake up but are still tired and just have a slow morning with soft kisses and hugs?

Leia :)))) just yes.

(okay I know that you can hardly see riven in this but I found that gif and I literally just. I couldn't not use it you know. look how happy they are. look at the way they hug. this was all the way back ohmygod I'm gonna cry)

You smiled, tilting your head a bit to give him even more space to kiss your cheek. The bed was soft and warm, and he was too, his bare chest heavenly under your fingertips, no sound coming from anywhere, only the rays of sunshine brightening the room.

It was Saturday, weekend. You'd fallen asleep late yesterday, woken up late today. No need to rush. No need to seize the day.

All the time in the world instead to slowly come back to consciousness, to slowly, comfortably get out of bed.

"A little to the right", you muttered, grinning, when he had reached your neck. You felt him chuckle against your skin.

"So bossy today?", he breathed, moving to the right and keeping on kissing. You laughed silently.

"Shut up and come here."

You turned your head, grabbing onto his jaw to put your lips on his, sloppily, almost. Both of you were still tired, not rushing anything, not even your kisses, even though Riven was usually so passionate, so firm and impatient.

"I love you", you muttered eventually, pulling away just to look at him. He was grinning, as always.

"You do?", he asked teasingly, laying back down on the pillow, his hands under his head, raising his eyebrows at you.

"More than anything", you smiled, following him, pecking his lips before cuddling up to him. With your chin settled on his chest, you closed your eyes. "More than anything."

[evycloudberry]

Woah I am baffled that so many have read and liked part 1 ! Thank you so much to all don’t hesitate to share, and comment your thoughts ☺️

•note: I am writing this as (Y/N) being a fire fairy.

•note: I did not name the friends, so all readers can ‘personalize’ this story easily. They are mentioned according to their ability.

Disclaimer: swearing, mention of drinking/alcohol, mention of sexual gestures

Begin again (part 2)

Two months have passed since Riven broke-up with (Y/N). The pain is still there yet she has come to accept it. Accept the fact that there's no more mischievous looks between them, only shy away peeks, no more tender smiles, only tears threatening to spill, no more cockiness or nasty jokes that made their friends recoil, only awkwardness and clumsiness in his presence. But she was doing better, something that helped was her morning run. As she was up every morning at 6am, it has become her routine to start her days with a good run.

She was on the path, when she spotted the curve of the river she habitually stops at. She took a seat in the grass, to drink some water and rest before heading back. It was like always, peaceful, with the sun just above the horizon, and the sound of the water running by. She was taking the calm in when she heard running footsteps coming her way. She didn't budge until they slowed down, and eventually came to a halt, forcing her to look up.

"Morning" she greeted the tall dark haired boy, mostly out of politeness.

"Good morning, stranger sitting at my spot"

"Sorry ?" She asked confused

"It's okay, I know how to share" he smiled

This was all very fast, (Y/N) was taking aback and only smiled at him as an answer.

"I am Zane" he said sitting down.

"Y/N"

"I thought I was the only one at Alfa who enjoyed morning runs. It's nice to meet someone else who likes getting their runners dirty"

"Don't all the specialists at Alfea have bloody runners?" She jokes.

"Touché" He smiled at her, which she gladly returned.

They were there a little while talking about running, and other sporty things they like to do. They were having a good feeling, and the conversation kept on going as they walked back to the building. They crossed path with a few of (Y/N) friends who were heading for their early class, when they saw in the distance Silva and the first year specialists about to start their training.

As they walked closer she noticed someone standing by Silva's side. She slowed down making Zane look at her curiously.

"Are you alright (Y/N) ?"

"Hmm..? yeah, I.." she did not had the time to finish her sentence, Silva's half shouting voice came into hearing

"Well, well, Zane how nice of you to show up. Now, if you and your fairy friend are done you can come honor us of your participation too”

Zane awkwardly scratched his head turning to her "don't mind him he's been on the edge since Riven has been acting out.. yet he can't replace him because he's by far one of the best"

The knot in her stomach tightened in mention of Riven.

"You can stay and watch practice if you want ?"

"Any days now Zane" added Silva impatiently.

As she did not answer he added "is that.. weird to ask ?"

"Well... a bit" she laughs out “ unfortunately I am not a mind fairy to help practice in any ways, and I have to prepare for class myself"

"Right, yes! Well, I'll catch you up later (Y/N)" he shouted running the last few steps toward where Silva and Riven were standing.

She caught a glance of Riven before leaving, uncertain how to act when he looked right into her eyes, with frown eyebrows. It was only a second before his eyes traveled to Zane, and focused back on the group in front of him.

As expected, as time passed, she day-dreamt less, was more present and focused during classes, it almost made her forget how little control she currently has over her powers.

Having no class the following day her friends were dragging her to a pub in a nearby town to release the stress of the finished week, and for once in a long time, she was actually excited to go out.

As they had a before party in their dorm whilst getting ready they were matching the pub's energy when they arrived.

(Y/N) was genuinely having a good time, she danced ignoring completely the soreness and hight of the heels her friend lent her. Luckily she’s not one to get drunk easily, she knows her limits and always respected them. She made her way to the counter to order yet another drink; noticing a familiar laughter to her right she instinctively sprung her head toward it. The smile on her face rapidly faltered once her brain made out the scene before her eyes.

She knew it would happen someday, she just never thought that it would be this quick. Yes those past four days she has been hanging out with someone else, it didn't mean much to her, how could he have taken that as a green light to jump whomever, whenever ? and in public that is ! Her mind blanked, whilst her eyes were glued to those red lips kissing those of whom she still fondly had hopes to get back in her life.. she desperately wanted to look away, yet it was as if her body was strained on the spot. She involuntarily followed the feminine hand traveling down Riven's chest toward his crotch; and as a slap to the face, she jumped when a hand landed on her shoulder.

"Hey (Y/N) !" Was all Zane could say as she turned to him, eyes fire red.

"Woah, woah, you alright ?" worry clear in his voice

"I have to get out !" She swiftly said mainly to herself. Wasting no time, she forced her way out through the crowd toward the exit.

Part 3

[charmixpower]

A littol headcanon post for the birthday boy

Riven is kinda an agressively private person, especially in s1, so he straight up refused to tell anyone when his birthday was

It was also because he wouldn't be able to stand the disappointment of his birthday being ignored, like it usually was. He'd deny it if you asked, but having his birthday be ignored at home immensely bothered him despite his claims that he quickly got over it

He had birthday parties as a small child with his mom, then his mom stopped, then his mom left, and any acknowledgement of his birthday competely stopped

He eventually tells Musa when they're dating, who immediately blabs to everyone one else so they could do something for his birthday

Riven did tell her to not make a thing out of it but she was too busy being excited, whoops

They decide on a surprise party! And by that I mean like with every occasion, Stella immediately took over the planning and details and no one could stop her. Everyone else, but mostly Musa, Aisha, and Brandon spent time reeling her in bc they all know that Riven will not appreciate Stella's brand of overboard

They just decorate the boys dorm while Musa distracts Riven

There is a growing population in the group that just wants to let Stella go off in her own direction just so they can see Riven's face when steps in, Tecna shuts them and Stella down

Tecna gets called a killjoy by Stella and decides to make it her title

Meanwhile Riven is positively delighted to have Musa's full attention, full control of their destinations, and to be practically doted on for what's looking like a full day. She even got him a little gift. It is shaping up to be a great birthday

And then they head back to the dorm

Musa is a terrible liar, giving everything away with her expressions, and it's obvious that something is going on but he has no clue what

He opens the door and surprise!!! Everyone is here!!!

He turns like seven different shades of red while he tries to stammer out a response, huge blush, it goes all the way to his ears

Any and all thoughts of fleeing are derailed by Musa grabbing his arm and pulling him inside, where he gets many hugs and well wishes and gifts immediately shoved into his hands because some people (Stella) are impatient

Local guy is a little overwhelmed with positive emotions and takes a minute to really process what's going on

Riven is sincere for exactly one second before immediately pivoting to harassing Sky in some sort of lame ass party game that no one could talk Stella out of because if he has to say too many emotions out loud he'll unfortunately die

Helia is very much regretting letting Stella talk Tecna into keeping the shitty party games as he watches Aisha, Riven, Tecna, and Sky compete over complete and utter bullshit

The room is decorated the the tackiest birthday shit ever. It looks like a party store threw up, and it is absolutely beyond over capacity but by this point these people have all put their lives on the line for eachother so no one minds being packed like sardines

Brandon tries to put a party cone on Riven and watches in amazement as it immediately starts waging war with his hair

Anyways these idiots are very rowdy, have long since opened the alcohol they aren't supposed to have, and are generally having a great time. Riven snaps a few pictures over the course of the party, and (lightly) smacks anyone who makes a joke about him being sentimental

[titanicfreija]

"So... this is easily the worst thing I've learned about us," Freija stated. Her ambling circles around the den sent waves of warmth over her friends. "Three makes a lot more sense, now."

Rise turned her head to look from the sofa, fondling a knife on her thigh nervously. "When other creatures decide to commit genocide, especially against us--"

"Okay, see, while I'm sure they could, they weren't out for it until we started shit." The Titan whirled to face her Warlock roommate where he sat at his desk. "What the actual fuck."

"I figured you weren't gonna like it." Thomas folded his hands behind his head and breathed a long sigh. "It wasn't a decision made lightly."

"I mean, it was only deliberate genocide," Freija mocked. "We've been known to think harder about breakfast than killing people, but it took a while and a lot of concerted effort to commit genocide. They could have fucking stopped."

"Actually, no, because at that point, they'd want to kill us back," Rise said. She had been twitching since they found the egg, and Riven's reappearance didn't help.

"Weren't you wearing some of the bones of some of them?" Freija asked. "Now you wanna be upset?"

"I wondered why they went quiet," murmured Rise swaying with her head low.

"She doesn't know." Thomas looked to Rise with a concerned lip turned up.

"No." Rise sat back impatiently and crossed her arms and bounced a leg, then rocked forward to put her elbows on her knees. She seemed surprised when she noticed the knife in her hand, and put it away only to find another in her other hand.

"I don't know what?" Freija asked.

"It's complicated," Thomas replied, batting a hand. "Might explain later if it seems important. Point is, this is fucked."

Freija buried her head in her hands and paced the living room again, moaning. "This echo spirit thing is fucking with us and we earned it. And we're doing this anyway. Fucked is a word for it."

[mist1e]

Tag Game

@alwachart makes me feel like I'm 13 again and I'm filling out a girls' questionnaire in 2000's.

But here goes.

Last Song: Kelsy Karter & The Heroines - Devil On My Shoulder

Working on a Haarlep playlist, this was the last one I added.

Currently Watching: took a break from the shows

They consumed too much of my time, and my life is fucked as is.

Three ships: Myself/Haarlep, Geralt/Yennifer, V / Judy.

He was silent. He didn’t like it when she fell into a mood like this, the origin of which he knew only too well. Once again, he thought, once again it’s beginning to torment her. There was a time when it seemed she had forgotten, that she had become reconciled to it like the others. He embraced her, hugged her, rocked her very gently like a child. She let him. It didn’t surprise him. He knew she needed it.

‘You know, Geralt,’ she suddenly said, now composed. ‘I miss your silence the most.’

He touched her hair and ear with his mouth. I desire you, Yen, he thought, I desire you, but you know that. You know that, don’t you, Yen?

‘Yes, I do,’ she whispered.

‘Yen…’

She sighed again.

‘Just today,’ she said, looking at him with eyes wide open. ‘Just this night, which will soon slip away. Let it be our Beltane. We shall part in the morning. Don’t expect any more; I cannot, I could not… Forgive me. If I have hurt you, kiss me and go away.’

‘If I kiss you I won’t go away.’

‘I was counting on that.’

She tilted her head. He touched her parted lips with his own. Tentatively. First the upper, then the lower. He entwined his fingers in her winding locks, touched her ear, her diamond earring, her neck. Yennefer, returning the kiss, clung to him, and her nimble fingers quickly and surely unfastened the buckles of his jacket. She fell back onto her cloak, spread out on the soft moss. He pressed his mouth to her breast and felt the nipple harden and press against the very fine stuff of her blouse. She was breathing shallowly.

‘Yen…’

‘Don’t say anything… Please…’

The touch of her naked, smooth, cool skin electrified his fingers and his palms. A shiver down his back being pricked by her finger-nails. From the bonfires screams, singing, a whistle; a far, distant cloud of sparks in purple smoke. Caresses and touches. He touching her. She touching him. A shiver. And impatience. The gliding skin of her slim thighs gripping his hips, drawing closed like a clasp.

Beltane!

Breathing, riven into gasps. Flashes beneath their eyelids, the scent of lilac and gooseberry. The May Queen and May King? A blasphemous mockery? Oblivion?

Beltane! May Day Eve!

A moan. Hers? His? Black curls on his eyes, on his mouth. Intertwined fingers, quivering hands. A cry. Hers? Black eyelashes. A moan. His?

Silence. All eternity in the silence.

Beltane… Fires all the way to the horizon…

‘Yen?’

‘Oh, Geralt…’

‘Yen… Are you weeping?’

‘No!’

‘Yen…’

‘I promised myself… I promised…’

‘Don’t say anything. There’s no need. Aren’t you cold?’

‘Yes, I am.’

‘And now?’

‘Now I’m warmer.’

The sky grew lighter at an alarming rate, the contours of the black wall of trees becoming more prominent, the distinct, serrated line of the treetops emerging from the shapeless gloom. The blue foretoken of dawn creeping up from behind it spread along the horizon, extinguishing the lamps of the stars. It had grown cooler. He hugged her more tightly and covered her with his cloak.

‘Geralt?’

‘Mhm?’

‘It’ll soon be dawn.’

‘I know.’

‘Have I hurt you?’

‘A little.’

‘Will it begin again?’

‘It never ended.’

‘Please… You make me feel…’

‘Don’t say anything. Everything is all right.’

The smell of smoke creeping among the heather. The scent of lilac and gooseberry.

‘Geralt?’

‘Yes?’

‘Do you remember when we met in the Owl Mountains? And that golden dragon… What was he called?’

‘Three Jackdaws. Yes, I do.’

‘He told us…’

‘I remember, Yen.’

She kissed him where the neck becomes the collarbone and then nuzzled her head in, tickling him with her hair.

‘We’re made for each other,’ she whispered. ‘Perhaps we’re destined for each other? But nothing will come of it. It’s a pity, but when dawn breaks, we shall part. It cannot be any other way. We have to part so as not to hurt one another. We two, destined for each other. Created for each other. Pity. The one or ones who created us for each other ought to have made more of an effort. Destiny alone is insufficient, it’s too little. Something more is needed. Forgive me. I had to tell you.’

‘I know.’

‘I knew it was senseless for us to make love.’

‘You’re wrong. It wasn’t. In spite of everything.’

‘Ride to Cintra, Geralt.’

‘What?’

‘Ride to Cintra. Ride there and this time don’t give up. Don’t do what you did then… When you were there…’

‘How did you know?’

‘I know everything about you. Have you forgotten? Ride to Cintra, go there as fast as you can. Fell times are approaching, Geralt. Very fell. You cannot be late…’

‘Yen…’

‘Please don’t say anything.’

It was cooler. Cooler and cooler. And lighter and lighter.

‘Don’t go yet. Let’s wait until the dawn…’

‘Yes, let’s.’

Favourite colour: Purple and green

Currently consuming: Immense amount of Haarlep content

He's my comfort creature.

First ship: I loved Chel and Tulio together.

Also, Disney animated film with sex? Hello?

Birth place: Russia, Ivanovo

Relationship status: unhappy together

Last movie: True Romance

Highly recommend, this is a fantastic picture that aged very well.

Currently working on: My Nere fic and a couple of more ideas for Astarion and Haarlep one-shots.

Tagging @seraphimaa @solidsilver @msrhaxoz

[medusanova]

Rivusa + Otherworld motorcycle club AU

The hum of her bike's engine rumbled through the splatter of rain as Musa raced it into the clearing and toward the meeting spot. 

She was late. Which was unacceptable if she wanted to keep up the ruse. To maintain her cover.

She couldn't afford to let anything become an obstacle between her and her plan. Well, Dowling's plan — the Winx Club's plan. Though, with apprehension, exhaustion, and guilt seeping into her skin — more deeply than any of the raindrops that soaked her ever could — she wasn't sure the Club's goal was her goal anymore.

Musa secured her bike by the tree, took off her helmet, and approached the small clearing, completely empty save for a lone silhouette and the scatter of creatures into the woodlands. She looked around to see if she could find anyone else. Why was she called here? Where was everyone else?

He looked like he always did. Leather jacket framing his broad shoulders as he leaned against his bike and smoked a cigarette he swore he wasn’t addicted to. A faraway expression appeared and disappeared in tandem with the flame of his lighter, which flicked on and off with impatience. Something that irritated her to no end. 

Well, at first. 

Now, she knew the whereabouts of his lighter was often a reflection of his mood. Calm or content when he rolled it absentmindedly in his hands. Bored or tired when he spun it around on a table. Satisfied, ready for round two when it was forgotten in the pocket of his cut.

Tense or uneasy when his thumb ignited the flame over and over again.

The flicker of that lighter — a warm glow against the cold, rainy evening — was the first tickle of awareness she felt brush against the back of her neck like a feather. 

“Sorry I’m late,” Musa said, tucking her hands into the pockets of her jacket, wrapping her hand around the device within. 

Riven turned, shooting her his signature flirty grin, though there was something odd in his expression as he extended an arm for a hug. Something he didn’t do to anyone else. Something that used to feel like an eternity to suffer through. 

Something that now felt like a fleeting second to indulge in. 

“’s fine, love,” he murmured into the top of her head. “Hasn’t been long.”

She pulled away, trying to distance herself from the way he felt like strength and safety. The way he smelled like leather and warmth.

“So? What’s the mission? And where is everyone?” The grip of her hand tightened in her pocket.

“They’ve already been briefed,” he shrugged. “It’s Agents from Eraklyon. Silva received some intel that they’re heading here and it’s on all of us to take them out,” he explained, dropping the butt of his cigarette to the ground after a final inhale.

Shit. 

That could stir some trouble for both of them, feud or not. Though, she wasn’t sure she even believed in the Winx-Red Fountain feud anymore. Infiltrating Red Fountain MC and taking them out? Their rival gang? A specialist gang, no less. 

Now that she understood them, knew them, she was sure this was the most foolish thing Dowling could’ve come up with. There was no way her small and unseasoned resistance could ever dream of competing with one of the oldest motorcycle clubs in the Otherworld, let alone take them down and offer them up to Eraklyon on a silver platter. 

“These are the people who killed your old leader, right? Andreas?” she clarified. It wouldn’t help if he suspected she’d studied everything about the MC since before she’d shown up as the wide-eyed, naive recruit ready to earn her patch. 

So far, the infiltrating part of her mission had been surprisingly easy. Though she hadn’t met their leader, Silva, yet, she was getting close. It was next on her— Dowling’s list.

Musa had never had any hopes or goals of her own. Not as far back as she could remember. Even when the Winx had brought her in and taken her under their wings as a teen, she’d done what they’d asked of her. Every tortured mind, every broken body, every building that went up in flames - all because they’d told her to.

He nodded, looking down at his boots buried in the rain-soaked grass. “Yeah, so naturally, Silva wants them taken care of.”

It didn’t escape her notice that he hadn’t looked at her since she arrived. That he looked like he’d rather have the eyes of the wolf patch on his back face her than his own. Which was strange since it was Musa who’d struggled to look him in the eye from the beginning — even during their most intimate moments — in fear her growing affection would inadvertently reveal every detail of her deception.

The feather-like brush on the back of her neck turned into an insistent tingle. “Wait, what did you mean, ‘all of us’?” she insisted, 

"You’re trying to get patched in, yeah? Join Red Fountain and prove yourself to Silva? Isn’t that what you want, Musa?”

He looked at her intently, like he was waiting for a her to say something specific in response. A hot and cold sensation sluiced down her spine. No one had ever asked her what she wanted. She was always the good little fairy, trying to keep everyone else happy so they’d want to keep her around. Give her a place to come back to.

Afraid she’d say the wrong thing, she nodded, flipping the recorder off to cross her arms over her chest. 

Sensing her disquiet, Riven approached her, brushing strands of her hair away from her eyes. A familiar gesture that instantly relaxed the shoulders she didn’t realize were tensed. “Then you’re coming with. Tomorrow at sundown. You, me, Sky, and Silva,” he reassured. He was finally gave her his eyes. 

And seeing them, seeing the hue of jade she knew so well, made the warmth that Musa always felt from being near him become a flame, sheltering her from the cold rain around them.

Without thinking twice, without caring she was doing something that wasn’t in the best interest of her mission, she wrapped her hands around his jacket collar, leaned up on her toes, and kissed him. 

It was a dance they’d performed dozens of times in the safety of his room. Locked together in their own world. His arms banded around her back or her arse, her fingers tracing along his pulse or his stubbled cheeks. Lips tracing over any new skin they exposed. 

He groaned when she sank her teeth into his lower lip to taste the rain and smoke. Turned her to lean against his bike. Laced his fingers through hers, pinning them to the seat behind her while he stamped hot kisses into her neck. 

Knowing she’d leave her hands where he wanted them, he brought her closer, palming the softness of her breasts, contouring the outline of her waist, as he lifted his head and consumed her mouth and her breathless sighs with his own. 

It was only when she felt a foreign grip on her hands, and a piercing pain in her wrists that she knew something was wrong. 

Crying out in pain as the life of her magic slowly bled out of her, she found herself ripped away from Riven and hauled into a tall figure. Struggling against whoever was holding her and whatever cuffed her wrists, she looked to him for help, terror and panic in her eyes.

Only.. he just stood there. Razor-sharp shards slashing through his vicious gaze as he slowly lifted his hand and revealed the recorder she’d had in her jacket pocket. 

“Careful, Pixie,” he tutted. “Would hate to knock you out, but Sky won’t hesitate if I ask him.”

“Riven,” she gasped, hating the pleading, the hypocritical betrayal that soaked into her voice as she felt the person behind her tie her hands, then her ankles together. 

All the while, Riven’s voice, brimming with an anger she’d never heard before, spoke. “You know, it took me a while to realize who you were. Why you’d suddenly appeared. Why you were so bloody willing to join us.” 

A flick of his hand sent away whoever was behind her. He took her back into his arms, a cruel replica of the position they’d been in only minutes before. Only now, she was bound and betrayed and caught.

“Why you pretended to like me. To tolerate me. Why you were so eager to get on your knees for me,” he growled and a hint of... hurt teased the edge of his voice.

“That’s not what-” she tried to cut in, tried to tell him it had started that way, but that he changed it, threw into question all her loyalties just by being who he was — but he spoke right over her.

“Shut up,” he snapped. “I trusted you. The boys trusted you. And you and your bloody resistance were going to sell us out to the highest bidder.”

Tightening his hands around her and he leaned his face close, eyelids lowering when she gasped against him. 

“The thing is, love, unlike you, I was never lying,” he asserted. “You could’ve been patched in. Could’ve met Silva. Could’ve become one of us. Even now, you still get to come with us on this mission.”

“What- what are you talking about?” she demanded.

He stepped back, dropping the recorder and crushing it under his boot, before grabbed her, abruptly threw her over his shoulder and started walking.

“Gotta keep up, love,” he patted the back of her thigh. “We’re going to see those Eraklyon agents, of course. I’m sure they’ll love to take one of Dowling’s fairies into their care.” 

“Riven, wait please, you can’t-” Musa struggled desperately against his hold. Her shackles’ hold. 

“Oh I can. And I will. Hope the memory of our last fuck stays fresh in that sharp mind of yours, Pixie. Something tells me you’re going to need it where you’re going.” The biting rage in his voice contrasted with the secure, almost comforting caress of his hand on her thigh. 

The flame of his lighter illuminating the pain in his eyes was the last thing she saw before something was placed over her head, leaving her to drown in the darkness of despair, betrayal… and the consuming remorse of never seeing that affectionate gaze again.

[unveilhq]

congratulations on your acceptance, jay ! please make sure you check the next steps here

colin o'donoghue, pansexual, male + he/him → isn’t that remus blackwell? i’ve seen them hanging out with the vampires. i hear they're 780, but they’ve only been in alexandria for ??? of years. they seem to be loyal & open minded, but also secretive & stubborn. 

daniel gillies, bisexual, male + he/him → isn’t that riven matthews? i’ve seen them hanging out with the witches. i hear they're 44, but they’ve only been in alexandria for ??? of years. they seem to be protective & ambitious, but also impatient & stubborn. it’s cool that they’re capable of molecular combustion, pyrokinesis, power #3, & power #4!

MICHAEL TREVINO IS NOW ON RESERVE!

[winxbutbetterimo-ovo]

Aisha Long ver 1

(some stuff is from the fan wiki i just tweaked)

Name: Aisha Arya Bayoumi

Looks: Aisha is a dark-skinned girl with a medium brown complexion, long, 4b dark brown hair, and cerulean eyes. She has very full lips.

Relationships: Shes mostly close to Flora and Musa, and her soulmate is Nabu

She shines in her normal, charmix, Enchantix and harmonix forms the most.

Personality: Adrenaline addict, but especially loves hiking because she was locked away for so long she loves the feeling of being in the open (she loves the courtyard of Alphea) she also loves freediving because of her merpeople cousins.

She is extremely opinionated and open minded. She is as intuitive like Stella, and when asked to, gives practical and pragmatic advice. She is also a talented dancer, athlete and speaks many different languages. The pixies trust her, and because of that Aisha is one of the few people who know the location of the Pixie Village. Aisha gives practical advice and always provides a shoulder to cry on. However, besides the other girls, she might even be the most sensitive of the crew. She has also been shown to be rather stubborn and impatient, which can get her into trouble by making her hold grudges and jump to conclusions. This could result from her isolated upbringing growing up, as she didn't really have many friends, aside from the Pixies and Anne, making her come off as a little anti-social at times when she first appeared.

Aisha was a bit boy-shy at the start. At the same time, Aisha dislikes Riven the most as she does not appreciate his attitude towards girls. 

When Aisha joined forces with Nebula, she became the enemy of the rest of the Winx, being ready to allow Nebula to imprison Queen Morgana in the magic mirror where she was condemned to fade into the shadows, and the Wizards of the Black Circle as well even if the Winx tell her that Nabu would never have wished for her to choose Vengeance. They thought that she wanted to avenge the death of Nabu, but she was not cruel enough to go through with it. Throughout the season she still loves sports and is still determined and energetic. She does not stifle her sporty tomboyish side and still is ready and raring to go on an adventure.

She is the most physically gifted of all the Winx, but she is also capable of keeping up with, if not surpassing the Specialists, often demonstrated through her knowledge of various sports such as rock climbing, wind riding, and staffmanship. Being the princess of the Ocean Planet, Aisha is very skilled in many water sports such as swimming, surfing, and windsurfing, but is also a skilled dancer. Aisha is capable of holding her own in physical combat as she has been seen holding back a mutant and also capable of fighting on physical par with opponents.

History: Aisha was born as Crown Princess of the Lands of Andros to King Teredor and Queen Niobe. her relatives are King Neptune (uncle), Queen Ligea (aunt), Crown Prince Nereus, prince Tritannus, and princess Tressa (cousins) of the Seas of Andros.

Growing up, aisha was very sheltered and kept away from most people for her safety and education purposes. Thus she grew up very loney and becomes scared of being alone, especially in the dark. she had only 1 friend, Anne, who taught her how to let loose and dance, but had to move away. Aisha is a very well travelled princess despite her lonely and sheltered childhood, but her first time actually living away from home, was when she ran away to save the pixies from Darkar's lair and to Alphea, where she was accepted as a second year student after she convinced her parents to allow her to attend so that she can become a better fairy and future Queen of Andros.

her family was always very close to the pixies and visit every year. she was also not very close to her mer-people cousins except for the times they meet for reunion reasons or public appearance reasons and when they exchange letters. Her childhood friend anne was the daughter of one of her ladies in waiting, but they moved away when the lady herself passed on, forcing Anne to move away to live with her father.

Powers: Her magic is pinkish magenta in color. Aisha has water/ocean-based powers. Aisha can generate and control Morphix, a fuchsia-pink-coloured substance (likely of her own creation) composed of water molecules and that can morph into any shape or form desired. Aisha uses Morphix to create a variety of solid structures such as shields, ropes, bo staffs, nets, cages, surfing platforms, and even a roller rink. She can use Morphix as both a solid and liquid substance. Aisha has been shown to manipulate the consistency of her Morphix, with its forms such as bouncing rubber, flowing liquid, sticky goo, insulation barriers, super-powered counter-attacking walls, and more. Aisha has been known to create useful and elaborate things with Morphix, Her Morphix power can also manifest itself into spells, such as attacks. Additionally, Aisha is capable of separating water molecules to allow beings to breathe underwater and protect them from oceanic pressure and the cold.

Aisha also knows some basic, first-level spells that all fairies can use, such as telekinesis, transmuting objects, and fixing minor messes. 

Aside from Morphix and plasma, Aisha can also manipulate and control water along with most forms of fluids, including drinks. Aisha is able to produce sticky slime to trap and restrain, while using bubbles to trap opponents, cushion impacts, and douse fires. As the Fairy of Waves, Aisha can also manipulate various aspects of the oceans, such as shifting the tides, controlling ocean currents, and generating tidal waves. She also possesses some weather-related abilities, such as conjuring rain showers, producing clouds for defence, and summoning miniature hurricanes.

[shutup-itsthewifeimagines]

ONLY us PART 4

As soon as the call cane through they were 10 minutes away, Riven ran through the school onlookers watching as he ran to the courtyard. Harvey had the greenhouse ready for his newest patient. Within seconds a car sped through the gates and stopped Marco ran out with Nyx in his arms still shaking. Riven quickly took her and sprinted to the greenhouse gaining unwanted attention. Bloom was holding Sky's hand as they walked into the greenhouse to see Riven pacing. "What have you heard so far?" Sky asked impatiently. "So far-" Riven tried to respond bug was cut off by Nyx's screaming, within seconds Riven was in the room holding her hand.

Marco was telling Dowling and Silva everything that he knew, a of them were confused as she had lived whilst no-one that had been captured by the burned ones was still alive to tel the gut-wrenching tale. When they entered the greenhouse the could see Riven stroking her face as she held desperstely onto his hand with an iron-grip. When thetorturewas complete the room came to silence. Her eyes opened the wound was still there at least till the burned one was dead. "Can everyone leave?" Dowling said. Everyone else had gone but Ruven had yet to leave. "Riven go" Dowling said but Riven's head shook Dowling began to say her words again but was stopped by Nyx's weak voice "no" Riven sat back on the bed and stroked her face calmly. "What happened?" Dowling began to question. "I was taken as my father stood there and watched doing nothing" She said nonchalantly. With that the two teenagers stood up and walked to Rivens room. As they walked through the doors they broke out laughing at what she said to Dowling. "I can't believe that Nyx Silva just stood up for herself against Farah Dowling" Riven said a smile growing across his face. "Did you see her face?" Nyx said as they walked to Rivens room. He hummed in response.

When the two got to his room Riven helped her onto his bed. "Riv pass me a fag" "Seriously you come back from being captured, you walk away from Dowling and you ask for a fag?" He said laughing. "Just give me one I haven't had one in a week" he laughed and passed Nyx one. As they smoked a sense of calm washed over them. "You know I was broke without you" he said looking at her  "I think- no I know I love you Ny-" He said smiling. But was stopped as the door swung open. "Dad?" "Nyx get to your room now" "What the fuck?" "Don't speak to me like that young lady" he said louder, Riven grabbed my waist but stopped as he saw my dad's glare.

As Nyx limped out of Rivens dorm all he could think about was how much he lived that girl. Nyx walked into her room only to be shouted at. "What the hell was that Nyx? I thought I told you to stop calling him, now for that youw I'll be locked in here." He said eith that he left and locked the door. After a few hours I started to get dizzy, I clicked on my phone and tried to call Sky- no answer. Then I tried Riv still no answer before I knew it I passed out on the floor.

Sky ran into his room Bloom hot on his tail. "Riv have you seen Nyx?" He asked catching his breath. He hadn't answered the phone as he and Bloom werebusy. "No why?" He asked looking at his phone seeing a missed call. "I missed a few calls" Sky said trying not to mention what he was doing. "Shit. So did I. Last time I saw her she went of with Silva, he was pretty angry." With that they both started sprinting to her room. The both of them started pushing against it till the lock broke of and they were inside. Riven looked around till he found her passed out bleeding on her bedroom floor. "Sky!" Hh shouted he lifted up her shirt to see the infection was almost a her heart. Shit. He started chanting "Please don't leave me" under his breath. Sky ran into the room to see his sister on the floor. He picked her up gently and sprinted to Harvey's Greenhouse. "Do something!" He yelled gaining everyone's attention as he slammed open the glass door Riven on his tail.

Harvey sprang into work. Doing everything he could well that was until. Her heart stopped. Her lungs took there last breath. Nyx Dusk Silva was dead.

[sasquach-scratches]

mhmhmhmhmhhhh

i’ve wandered aimlessly enough

time to look up a guide

[sehnsuchts-trunken]

Helloo ! :)

How are you feeling ? I hope you're doing well ! <3

I'd love to request for Riven if it's okay <3

Could you write a Riven x reader in which they write each other cute little notes in class, please ?

Have a good day !!! ♡♡

yes I can but since I don't know whether specialists even.... have class, I changed this up a bit

I hate this class.

You were typing hastily, looking back up at the teacher every two seconds to check whether her back was still turned to the class.

Want me to come bail you out?

Your lips tugged upwards all by themselves. Riven's answer came quick, almost as though he'd been waiting for you to text. Maybe he had. He had a free period right now after all, which you envied him for more than you should. This class just really, really did suck.

You're cute

But no thanks, I don't want to sit in detention for the rest of the month

The teacher turned around then, so you slipped your phone back into your pocket, but she was turning back just a second later already. You didn't really pay attention to the people she called on or to what she was writing on the board either - you wouldn't need to take a test anyway, you were only here for attendance.

You're cute

You raised your eyebrows at his message, even though you knew he couldn't see.

Flattery

If there was one thing you didn't know how to do, it was flirting back over text. But Riven never had seemed to mind.

Flattery? Truth.

You snorted, then looked up, panicked, checking if anyone had heard you. It didn't seem like it. Most people were scribbling down something in their notebooks, others raising their arms, some impatiently.

Where are you?

The clock read 15:45, so fifteen minutes were left until you were finally free. And you'd want to meet up with him the moment you could. It was the last lesson of the day, and dear lord, you would not waste a single second more in this goddamn classroom than necessary. Plus, you hadn't seen Riven all day, because he'd been busy training when you'd had lunch break.

Dorm

God, was he able to write more than one word consecutively? Probably not, he always was sending one-word messages. It was just really, really annoying at times.

Mine or yours?

You had barely sent your text when he'd already responded.

Yours.

Tell Bloom to fuck off next time.

Shaking your head in quiet laughter, you looked up again. Good thing you were sitting so far in the back - the teacher had turned to the class again and was leading another of those gruesome discussions, but didn't notice you on your phone.

Bothering you again, is she?

This wasn't the first time he was waiting for you there, after all.

But before you could get an answer, the bell rang. You didn't think you had ever been this fast, basically dumping all of your things in your bag in a millisecond and sprinting out of the room in another. Whether Bloom was bothering him or not, you'd pull him out of there or drag her away to be alone with him either way. Alfea was amazing. Most of the time. But this class, god, you'd really need some Riven-time to make up for it.

[sky-scribbles]

In an alleyway in Jrusar, a man lies on his back, torn open and still. Blood seeps through the cracks between the cobblestones. Pale, stiff hands still clutch the hilt of a rapier.

In the silent halls of a temple in Vasselheim, a handmaiden of the Raven Queen stops, mid-stride. She stands motionless, lips parted, as if listening to something that no one else can hear. She lowers her head, and her hands curl into fists at her sides. Then she breathes in, slow and deep, and keeps walking.

And somewhere, nowhere, a black-haired man with dark-feathered wings holds out his hand. Bertrand Bell, his coat free of bloodstains and his back straighter than it has been in years, reaches out to take it.

Then stops. Falters, his hand dropping. ‘Oh,’ he says. And then, ‘Look, I – I’m sure this is a very important and sacred duty of yours, but – are you sure? Now?’

The Raven Queen’s champion does not answer.

‘It’s not that I’m scared. No. That would be –’ An attempt at a laugh, which devolves into a stuttering mess. ‘No. Of course not. It’s just that, you know –’

‘Bertrand Bell.’ The champion’s voice is not harsh, but it is commanding. ‘Your last gamble has been made. Come. I will guide you across the veil.’

His hand is still extended. Bertrand stares at it, his fingers clenching and unclenching at his side. ‘It’s just… you know, I really think I could make something of this little band. And they could do with some more guidance. From the right person, you understand.’ He taps his chest, a little above the place where his body, back in the alleyway, is riven by a still-bleeding wound. ‘It would be poor form to go off and just leave them. They need leadership, they need someone experienced to help them into shape, they need –’

The champion says nothing. Waits.

Bertrand swallows. Blinks a few times, rapidly. ‘They’re very young, is all. You know what they’re like at that age. Overconfident, still trying to hone their skills. I’d feel awful, to be honest, if anything happened to them. That fellow, the blue one, sat up late with me. The tall one with the horns bought me a drink, and the young lady with the purple hair bid me a very polite goodnight –’

The sentence trails away into the more-than-silence around them. Bertrand looks down, at nothing. Over his shoulder, at where his body lies on the cobblestones. He bites his lip hard.

The Raven Queen’s champion lowers his hand. ‘Do not fear for them. They will be all right,’ he says. And in a tone somehow lighter, less ancient-sounding than before, he adds, ‘Shits like them always are.’

Bertrand looks away from his own corpse, and frowns at the champion. There is something familiar, he thinks, to this face, and to that fleeting dry smile. ‘Do I know you?’

‘No. But you once walked beside a sister of mine by blood, and a sister of mine by oath, to save the soul of a brother of mine by choice. Now I will walk beside you in turn.’ He gestures to the pin on Bertrand’s lapel. ‘Your life was not the life you wished for, nor the one you liked to say that you had. But what was done with it – what you chose to make of it – it touched the world in ways that mattered.’

‘Well, naturally.’ Bertrand smiles, and if the smile shakes, the Champion does not mention it.

He takes one step forward, then hesitates. ‘You’re sure they’ll be all right?’

The champion nods. ‘They have each other.’

Bertrand takes another step, and the champion turns to walk at his side. When Bertrand stops again, he stops too, looking at him without impatience, without frustration.

‘I wish –’ Bertrand begins. ‘I mean, I’m not trying to be choosy, it’s just…’ He waves a hand toward the alleyway. ‘It could have been a little more dignified, don’t you think?’

And Vax’ildan, Champion of the Raven Queen, opens his wings. An expanse of black feathers encircles Bertrand’s back, like a shroud, like an embrace.

‘Bertrand Bell,’ he says. ‘You faced your fate without flinching, without fleeing, with your sword in your hand. And you leave something new behind you.’ He looks into Bertrand’s eyes, his voice firm, and so very kind. ‘You have every dignity in the world.’

Bertrand bows his head. Swallows again. He could say, perhaps, well, of course I do, young sir, or, was there ever any doubt? Instead he lets out a quiet breath and says, ‘Thank you.’

He looks over his shoulder again, at the slumped form in the alleyway that no longer seems to belong to him. ‘If it’s not an inconvenience, could you – give me a little time?’

Wordlessly, Vax’ildan nods.

The two of them stand and wait, outside the world, outside time. They watch until a soft amber light rises up into the alleyway, spreading slowly up the walls. The sky flushes red, then blue. Over the mountains, the sun rises.

Bertrand closes his eyes. He stands there a little longer. And then, satisfied, he turns to his companion. ‘All right. I’m at your disposal. Where to?’

They walk away together, their strides matched. The colours of dawn spill out before them, a warm and waiting light.

[friendlyneighborhoodcapricorn]

alright lmao one last request before I go to bed early, "Can you hold this?" "That's..... your hand" with Riven? I feel like it could fit and I just. think it's adorable and it needs to be done

Ooh my god, I honestly don’t know what would be funnier: saying it to him, or being the one he says it to lmao

This is super short btw lol

“Can you hold this?”

You looked up to see whatever it was Riven was trying to hand you. Except, there wasn’t anything in his hand.

“Uh… that’s just your hand?”

“Yes, I know,” Riven impatiently said, stubbornly staring ahead.

“Never thought you’d be such a sucker for romance,” you muttered.

You saw him raise his eyes to the sky before he turned to look at you. “Will you hold it or not?”

Grudgingly, you put your hand in his, allowing him to tug you closer into his side.

[bump1nthen1ght]

Animal Instinct (Werewolf x Reader)

Pairing: Male!Reader/Male!Werewolf

Warning: NSFT Content up ahead (18+ only), Non-Con, Predator-Prey Dynamics, Degradation

Word Count: 2454 words

Summary: You're caught by the beast hunting you, but he makes it clear killing you isn't his goal.

Request: Could ya do a Male werewolf x Male reader. And make it like a predator and prey scenario which turns spicy (SMUT) Plssssssssss😙

A/N: I’m gonna be honest y’all, this one is SPICY 🌶. I’ve added a short optional aftercare scene at the end, which establishes it as a consensual roleplay between two lovers, mostly because of the intensity of this piece. But if straight non-con is your thing, then enjoy!

The bite of the branches sting as you push through them, tearing at your clothes and leaving small scrapes along your skin. But anything is better than what runs behind you, taunting and screeching it’s horrible laugh.

“You can run all you want! But Imma still get you!” The voice cackles, the sound of large branches cracking as he easily tails you. The thump of his paws grow louder and louder, but you keep running anyway. A part of you says its fruitless, but a larger part of you is focusing all your energy on just fucking moving.

Don’t look back, Don’t look back, Don’t look back- That sickening hyena laugh rings through your ears as you are tackled to the ground. Tiny pebbles scratch your back as you and your assailant fall into a clearing in the forest, his large body pinning your shoulders to the ground. You clench your eyes shut, praying for this all to be a dream. That all you’re feeling is an extra heavy quilt your mother threw over you, not this….this thing.

“Gotcha.” He whispers, his wet breath blowing right past your ear. You scrunch up your face and jerk your head to the side, trying to avoid the muggy scent. He chuckles. “I told you.”  He leers, a drop of saliva dripping onto your cheek. “Now,” He grabs your jaw, the tips of his claws pressing into your skin, and forces your head towards him, “Look at me.”

You hesitantly open your eyes, blinded by the shocking white canines which hang above you, dripping with drool and exhaling hot breathes of exertion. Your eyes dart up, trying to avoid  his gaze, but his claws dig even deeper into your cheeks. “I said look at me, bitch.”

You suck in a deep breath, eyes finally meeting your attacker’s.

One is bright golden, glowing in the darkness, while the other is a faded white. The dull pink scar that runs up the left side of his face goes right across it, only adding to his menacing veneer. His smile is sickly, conniving, and he has the gall to pat your cheek; A reward for listening.

“Good, good. Now, ain’t that a handsome face?”

You don’t answer, the beast’s claws still pressed dangerously close to your neck. You gulp and the creature smiles, relishing in your fear. You can’t help but yelp when his wet nose presses against your throat, taking a large whiff. The creature shivers, his tongue lolling out in pleasure.

“You smell so delicious.” He takes another sniff, right up against your Adam’s Apple. “I love it when they run. Makes it all the more….” His long tongue licks a stripe up your neck, running from the clavicle all the way to your jaw, “Tantalizing.”

He keeps his right hand tight around your jugular while his other slides down your chest. His claws begin to catch on the fabric, tugging until it begins to leave small holes. You force your eyes upward, afraid to ask what he was doing. He eventually reaches the bottom of your shirt, where he grows impatient with his own teasing. In one quick movement, your entire shirt is ripped clean off of you. Goosebumps rise across your skin as your torso is exposed to the outside air. Your chest heaves with anxiety.

“Please.” Your voice begs, tears at the corner of your eyes. “Please just do it quickly.”

The creature clicks his teeth, tossing aside the tatters of your shirt and pulling his face away from your neck. You meet his gaze. His hungry, lusting gaze. He licks his lips, admiring  your flushed and sweaty skin. He traces dangerous circles around your nipples with his claws, enjoying how you jump at the contact.

“Sorry, little one.” He grabs the back of your head,  limbs moving so fast you barely have time to react, pulling you in for a passionate, sloppy kiss. His canines nip your bottom lip and he easily forces his tongue down your throat. You gag and thrash your upper body around, but his body weight has you pinned and his mouth is ravenous. When he finally detaches, a string of saliva still connecting your lips, he only smiles and whispers, “I intend to take my time tonight.”

He digs his claws into your hair and yanks your upper body upward and off the ground, your elbows pushing back to support the awkward angle. He lifts his lower body off yours, revealing his tattered shorts and massive bulge. It sends shivers down your spine, feeling your  stomach drop as he hastily undoes his trouser strings with one hand. Your scalp stings as he keeps it in place, right before he pulls out his cock. Your eyes widen and the creature cackles in delight. He spits into his paw and slathers his cock as he strokes it quickly, the hot-red tip being only inches away from your face.

His cock is thick, girthy and still almost eight inches long. Prominent veins run up the underside and converge at his head, which curves slightly upward. The skin of the shaft shines as his saliva lubes it up.

The creature yanks on your scalp and presses the tip of his cock up against your lips. You clench them shut, but can still taste the slight saltiness of his pre-cum. The creature tightens his grip on your hair and lets out a low growl.

“Open up.” He sneers, pulling on your hair when you falter for a second. You slowly open your mouth, praying he’ll take it easy on your poor throat. Before he slips his head in, the creature lets out another snarl. “Don’t even think about using your teeth. You won’t like me when I’m pissed.” You nod, the tip of his cock slowly resting on the tip of your tongue.

The creature doesn’t shove his cock down your throat, to your relief. Instead, he slowly forces your lips wider and wider as he slots it into your mouth, lavisciously moaning as he feels you clench and gag on his size.

“Oh yeah, that’s the stuff.” His cock hits the back of your throat, pressing uncomfortably up against your gag reflex. The creature licks his lips and his eyes roll into the back of his head. His claws dig into your scalp once more, but he avoids cutting your skin. When he looks back down at you, tears dropping from the corner of your eyes, he smiles. “Not that it would help you right now,” The creature says with a small thrust, forcing you to nearly choke. “But the name’s Riven.”

Another thrust and you try to ignore the overwhelming urge to vomit. Riven picks up his pace, his sweaty fur pressing up against your cheeks as he begins to fuck your face. His heavy balls slap your chin as he pulls out until only an inch as left, right before shoving you right back into his crotch. His moans turn into contented purrs and howls, his humps becoming sloppier and sloppier with each minute. Each thrust pounds the back of your throat, tears now freely flowing down your cheeks. You close your eyes and just focus on not scratching him with your teeth, lest it be the last mistake you make.

“Unng, gods. You were made for this, huh?” Riven strokes up your jaw with his free hand, before slowly moving down to your neck. “My little fucktoy. Throat just perfect for cock-sucking. Fuck!” He moans, stuck in his own ramblings as you try to not taste the salt of his dick. “Such a handsome boy, just asking for someone to shove their dick in your mouth, aren’t you?”

If you had the ability to form coherent thoughts any more, you might have shaken your head. But all your energy is spent on sending your consciousness away from here, trying to breathe through your nose and not choke on this beast's giant cock. Riven licks his lips.

“Oh, I bet you want it. Yeah, I think you do, little slut.” Riven pulls his dick out of your mouth and you gasp for a breath of fresh air. The taste of his dick still lingers on your tongue, and slobber runs down your chin and off his dick and rivulets. Your eyes begin to blur, but are brought back into focus when Riven slaps your cheek. A playful one, but still very jarring. “You’ve been so good to me so far. I’ll give you what you need, as a favor.” Your eyebrows quirk, befuddled, not letting the hope that he’ll let you go simmer in your chest. Riven wipes away the tear tracks that mark your face. It’s a shockingly romantic gesture.

But then he shoves your face into the grass, turning you so you lie on your stomach, and hastily ripping off your shorts. You didn’t think it was possible, but your stomach drops even lower, your heart seizing as you feel his claws fondle your ass.

“No, N-no, please-” Your mouth is shoved back into the grass, your body shaking as the wet head of Riven’s dick begins to circle around your asshole.

“Shut up and let me treat you.” Riven spits onto your butt, rubbing his saliva into your tight hole. The tip of his forefinger begins to press into the ring of muscle and your body instinctively tries to move away. Riven grabs your shoulder with one hand and pins you down. “I’m not always this nice. Fucking enjoy it, ungrateful slut.”

Two of Riven’s fingers force their way into you and the guttural whine that comes from you makes Riven laugh. You clench your eyes shut, burying your face into the rough ground below.

Please, just make it quick.

You pray, knowing the creature would never listen if you asked.  

Riven spreads you open with his fingers, pushing and pulling at your insides, only just grazing at the sensuous spot; The spot that sends jolts of electricity down your body, the one that makes your knees shake. They only tease and hint at what’s to come, bringing you only a hint of pleasure.

He pulls them out, quickly lining up his head with your asshole. You murmur more prayers into the ground, trying not to give him the satisfaction of your pleas.

His cock feels even bigger than when it was in your mouth, but Riven still takes his sweet time inserting himself all the way. His claws dig up the dirt, his breath washing over your neck as he leans his chest over your back. You can feel his thick fur rubbing against your t-shirt, moist and thick with sweat. He grunts as he slowly enters you, and growls into your ear when he’s reached the base. He whispers to you, voice stuttering,

“T-told you you 're made for this.”

Riven begins to hump, his hands moving up to your hips to pull you back against his crotch. The noises that leave you, tiny whines and whimpers, are unconscious and impossible for you to keep in. Riven moans and lets out long breaths as he fucks your asshole, his claws pinching against the thin skin of your pelvis as his thrusts in frequency. His dirty-talk is cut short as he simply enjoys the way you suck him in; He can see the way your body tenses and jolts every time he hits your prostate.

Riven loves the fucked-out look you have. You don’t realize it, but your tongue is sticking out of your mouth. Your muffled cries are all he needs, especially with how delicious your ass feels around his cock. Tight and barely-prepared, your beautiful back arching against him only brings him deeper inside you.

Black spots dot your vision as Riven rails you into the ground. Your hips have started to go numb from the brutality, the white scratches on your hips barely leaving an impact on your nerves. But that overwhelming heat remains; that tightness in your belly that reminds you where you are and what you’re feeling. You hate it, hate it so much, but the way his cock presses against that spot feels so good.

Your muscles slowly lose control and go limp from the pleasure, and you feel Riven’s thrust get more and more impassioned. You squeal as he fucks you harder and harder, that crashing wave slowly reaching its peak.

“Cum on my cock. Then I’ll fill you up, like the good little bitch you are.” Your fingers curl into the grass as Riven’s dick twitches inside you, his moans uncontrollable as he reaches his own climax as well. That knot in your belly slowly begins to snap; Closer, closer, closer-

“Fuck, fuck!” Streams of hot cum fill your asshole and you feel your cock jerk as you orgasm as well, cum staining the grass below. Riven lets out a powerful howl as he rides out his orgasm, his thrusts weakening as shoots more and more of his cum down your ass. His claws push you back one last time before he slumps over you. The smell of wet-dog and semen attacks your senses, but it’s like your entire body has lost its will to move. You fall into the grass, soaked in sweat and totally exhausted. Riven’s body weight lies on top of you. Like a humid, disgusting blanket.

“Absolutely perfect for me. My perfect little mate.”

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(Optional Aftercare)

It takes you a second to catch your bearings, your long breaths taking up most of your energy before you can even think about speaking.

“That was….really good.” You sigh, still struggling to catch your breath and slow down your heart rate. Your boyfriend sighs, nuzzling into your back and nodding.

“Yeah. I wasn’t too much, was I?”

You shake your head, cheek still plastered to the grass. “Nope, just enough.” You give him a thumbs up. Riven laughs, the vibrations rumbling against your sore back.

“That’s good. Sorry about the slap, I was really in the moment.”

“Please, you couldn’t hurt me with a love-tap like that.”

Riven moves to push himself up, maybe to protest how strong he actually is, but his shaky arms give out on him and he collapses onto your back. You let out a small ‘ooph’

“..I guess that checks out.”

The two of you giggle, body’s still interlocked and exhausted. Riven runs his fingers, without his claws, up your sides and nuzzles into the back of your neck. You reach back and begin petting his shoulder. Riven’s tail lazily wags behind him.

“Love you.” He whispers, pressing a kiss onto your skin.

“Love you too.” You yawn, stretching your sore neck. “Now get off of me, you smell horrible.”

“Hey!”

[just-horrible-things]

'Verse: Resistance, co-author @whump-sprite Version: AU: Chewtoy Timeline: early chewtoy, before Riven really starts torturing her on the regular

Micromanagement, pt4 [Prev]

She doesn’t realize that he hasn’t picked up the rope until the first lash lands across her shoulders like a line of fire. It shocks a yell from her – almost a short scream. 

The next is already falling – another sharp line across her back.

Ari twists, raising a hand instinctively to shield her face. "What the fuck," she demands.

Riven snaps the whip in front of her face, and she flinches back. 

"That's a real whip," she says, hating how stupid it sounds even as it comes out of her mouth. "No shit. Refusing orders is a real offense. What's the matter?” The leather runs through his hands. “I thought the whip wasn’t so bad. Did you change your mind? Not so tough as you want everyone to think?"

Sat on the floor in front of him, face scarlet, Ariadne opens her mouth and then has to close it again. 

"Do you want me to write you up, is that it? We can do this formally if you want. Put it on your record, get the Site Director involved, rustle up a crowd to watch you get your lashes. Is that what you want?" When she doesn’t answer instantly, he cracks the whip in front of her again. “No,” she answers reluctantly.

The whip licks out and catches the outside of her thigh. Ari yelps again, caught off guard.

“Enough insubordination,” Riven snaps. “No, what?”

For a wild second, Ari thinks about attacking him. The whip isn’t a real weapon. It could cut across her face and she’d need stitches but it wouldn’t stop her. He thinks he’s so fucking intimidating but she is not a cuffed prisoner, she is armed and dangerous –

She’s in enough trouble already. She could lose her job for that. Even if she didn’t, the black mark would follow her forever.

“No, what?” Riven repeats, impatient. “No, sir,” Ariadne growls reluctantly. “I didn’t think so. I’m doing you a favor doing this informally. So turn around and shut up – unless you want to cry about it?”

Blushing darkly, Ariadne sets her teeth and turns around. Hands and knees again. At least he hasn’t made her take her shirt off.

She doesn’t yelp or yell. She definitely doesn’t cry. Her arms shake and her face burns, but she doesn’t embarrass herself.

“How many?” she asks through gritted teeth, between one lash and the next. “Fifteen,” he answers, without breaking the rhythm. “Five each for insubordination, refusing orders, and neglecting your work.”

Fifteen. It’s not fair, but that’s a child’s protest.

She counts them in her head.

When he’s done, he tosses the whip carelessly into the sink. Ari stays on the floor, catching her breath and riding out the worst of the burn. She doesn’t dare lift her head. Her eyes are wet.

“Let’s not do this again,” says Riven. “I know you can be better than this.”

Ari has no snappy comeback, and she wouldn’t trust her voice if she did.

“Go get yourself cleaned up, take a smoke break, and report back. 201 won’t be your responsibility anymore, so be glad of that.”

Her shirt sticks to her back. The motion of standing up pulls on all the fresh marks and she staggers. She doesn’t look at Riven. She straightens her spine and breathes deep. She doesn’t falter again on her way out the door.