#rocking that shaggy drip

[forgetimabluedreamer]

[screampied]

✩ㅤ cw. fem! reader, unprotected, established relationship, vırgin nanami, cowgirl, praise, size kink, premature ejac, mdni.

virgin nanami loses it once you tell him to ditch the condom.

“sweetheart, i—” he’d swallow, choking up on his words once cool air settles against his skin. he swallows, chewing on his bottom lip once he feels a brand new feeling. the rubbery latex wasn’t blocking him anymore, and he groans once his swollen tip smears up against your entrance. soaked, he grows quiet once he looks down to see your dripping pussy hovering over his reddened frenulum that’s tearing up with glossed pre-cum. “god, ‘s warm,” the blond sucks in a single quickened breath as a curling pout twists against his lips. “a- are you sure?”

“ ‘m sure, baby,” you whisper up against the hot shell of his ear. he’s so warm, his entire body arouse with temperature all because of the sweet sound of your voice. the center of your palm rubs against his cheek and he leans into your touch. metaphoric heart eyes form in his eyes as they dilate, his own thumping heart beating out of his chest. “ ‘s okay, inside.”

“f- fuck,” nanami’s head gradually tosses itself back, and with quick alignment, he’s back inside. he kisses his teeth once he feels the real thing, your silvery walls massaging around him. the glossy sweat that pours onto his skin shines against his body glimmers brightly. he groans, letting off a soft whine once he feels the brief tightness grow snug. “you’re gonna make me—”

and within seconds, he’s cumming, hard. nanami barely even last a second after you take off the rubber, and he’s an entire mess. with a firm grasp, he’s reanimating your hips with his hands as you slowly jerk and move. “please,” he gently pierces his teeth into your neck, shivering breath ghosting against your skin. “don’t stop, s- show me how to feel good, please.”

his words were like a broken rough whisper — you pause, staring into his eyes and he’s sincere.

nanami’s heavily panting, beads of sweat racing down each sides of his forehead. fawn kind eyes bore into yours before he glances down at your sprawled out legs. “so pretty,” he hiccups, and even his touch was delicate. he was always gentle, he didn’t want to hurt you. a few thick padded fingers drag and scurry down your hips before his lip quivers. “i- i want you, i want more.”

“so have me then,” you coo against his ear, the tone of your voice more teasing than anything. as your hips start to salaciously rock into him again, you grab onto both of his wrists, trying to guide him. “there we go, ‘ken,” you whisper, and you can hear a bundle of wanton whimpers leave from his lips—never has he had a feeling like this, ever. he was so weak from your touch, your body heat, your taste. as your fingers tenderly brush against his, you make him cling onto your rickety waist. “hold me, like this.”

nanami groans, and he’s still sensitive, very. he just came, ribbons of balmy hot seed shoots deep into you and it’s warm. it makes both of his ears ring and he only wants more, more, more.

“okay,” he replies in a husky voice, and you can see blond shaggy strands of hair glue across his forehead. “o- okay,” he repeats, his tone dropping a bit lower. the bed mercilessly creaks as your rocking accelerates, his bulbous tip jabbing around every part of your cunt. once you show him how to touch you, he just can’t keep his hands off of you. “i dreamt about this for so long, sweetheart,” and he watches your pretty lips contort into an amused simper. “s- sorry, is that too dirty?”

“it’s fine baby,” you plant a kiss near the inside of his neck. a long breath gets caught in his throat. he’s about to say something else but he pauses, pouting deeply. cute, he’s embarrassed. nanami’s cock continues to rummage through your doughy insides, so much pressure that you feel it everywhere. your sappy folds squelch within each solid thrust before your arms wrap around his broad shoulders. “you dream about me?”

“sometimes, yeah,” he huffs, and the irregular unkempt thrusts slowly transform into pure blissful sync. nanami looks so pretty, he’s losing the more you bounce on his cock. so good, his jaw tightens and he’s feeling every vein in his body prod. you were starting to grow dumb as each second past and your moans only grew louder right with him. nanami’s head buries itself into your neck before he lefts off a frustrated whine. “it’s hard not to when you’re so pretty,” and his voice cracks at the end. you feel the tip of his tongue swirl around near your collarbone and you gasp. “god, you’re even prettier inside t- too.”

“yeah?” you whisper, creating a trail of sloppy kisses down the slip of his exposed neck. he’s moaning more at your touch. you feel his beefy thigh start to bounce before his palm squeezes against your bare ass. “you gonna cum for me again, kento? ‘s okay, be a good boy ‘n make a mess for me.”

a sheepish smile stretches against his lips, though instead of sheepish smile—it’s more of a pussy drunk one.

as you stare at him, his dimples poke against both sides of his cheeks and he’s getting lost into the way your hips twirl around him. “your good boy, mhm. all yours, ‘m gonna cum a- again,” and his voice lowers significantly. your clit’s profusely getting thwacked and mashed up against his fattened tip and it’s so appetizing. with nanami’s soft mousy eyes flicking backward until it’s nothing but pure white in his sockets, he gives your ass a soft spank. “k- keep riding me like that ‘n i’m gonna fall in love.”

and it’s right as he said that — he came again.

this time it’s a lot more. it’s thicker and languidly, you feel it spew out in velvety strips. his entire base was flaccid and he’s just idle inside of you. nanami’s whimpering underneath you as his legs finally collapse. you watch him fall back against the cushioned pillows and he’s so flustered. “mhh,” he grouses as multiple jittery pants leave from his lips. nanami wraps strong burly arms around you, holding you close. “stay,” he rasps, still hearing the sloshes of his dribbling cum trickle in and out of you. he’s shivering, his teeth shattering and he’s never felt more sensitive. he’s definitely in love.

“okay,” you nod, feeling him hide his head into the crook of your neck again. he’s so clingy—but you didn’t mind, and his warm breath tickles against your skin. you get a brief scent of his rich cologne scent that drives forevermore drove you weak. sitting up to press a chaste kiss against his twitching ruby lips, you whisper shakily. “good boy.”

and nanami’s eyes were so half lidded, your praises—he couldn’t get enough of them. seconds later and he’s still pouring into you deep, painting your gummy walls with his pristine-white color. with droopy eyes and flapping long lashes taking in your beauty, nanami whines. “more, don’t stop fucking me,” and you let off a gasp once he suddenly lifts you off his lap, lying you flat on your back. you land with a soft ‘oof’ before he spreads your legs, gazing at the satiny masses of cum that race down the crevices of your thighs.

“please,” and you moan once he drags his tongue up your legs, stopping towards your puffy clit. “teach me h- how to eat this,” and his eyes rove towards your slobbering cunt. you feel butterflies build up in your tummy before nanami’s quite literally drooling right before you. not only was he probably in love, he was also hungry.

“please mistress.”

[son-of-anubis]

Pre-payment

Billy x Brothel Worker MALE reader

Warning: prostitution, reference to other consumers that are not so nice, panic at being outed, and panic at being murdered (?), oral (because I still haven't figured out how to write actual sex without sounding stupid), some talk of saliva

A/N: It felt like people appreciated the last one so I thought I could try to write another idea i had!

Sometimes I questioned why I even stayed here. The room was filled with old fuckers just wanting something warm to help get their rocks off.

Disgraces with a false gentlemen attitude and some money to spare. The occasional woman who wanted to be treated like a princess for once.

The brothel lighting hurt my eyes and I prayed that the whiskey-blur would take away my headache. Looking around at the lightly clad women I sighed. The young men like myself rarely mingled. We got introduced as barbacks mostly. With the opinion people held on woman visiting such places, and especially men being with men it was obviously that we were a 'special request' item. 

I could hear the doors swing open once more, loud voices demanding attention. A quick glance and I could see a blond man leading the pack. 

With quick strides towards the Madam he demanded 7 of her best whores, and he sure had the funds to back it up. 

The man made eye contact with me and I tried to look away as nonchalantly as possible.

"Hey, boy! You had your fun yet?" blondie shoutet in his direction. 

Had he? Mr. Redding had been in, he is always quite gentle, in his own way. Mrs. Bowen and her friend was also in for a visit. That went fine. In my mind I suddenly remembered that Mr. Archer had mentioned his plan to join me later that evening. 

The violent shudder was impossible to contain. If I could avoid Mr. Archer I would. The pain and fear was not worth the money if I could find time somewhere else.

I was fully aware they thought me just another patron. So I carefully said: "I ain't got the money for that."

"Aye, we got some for you, todays good deed, huh? Help ya pop your cherry!" the brunette next to blondie said, laughing.

I nodded in fake glee, maybe I could score some time with Lola, give her the night off to, I knew she worked to much since her kid got sick.

"Names Jessie." so not blondie, eh. 

"Most people call me Angel." It was for the best to say, no way I was giving out my name to some outlaws.

The buggy ride wasn't to bad. Me, Lola and Caroline was chatting. They took great amusement in me 'losing my cherry' this evening. I couldn't help the chuckle leaving my mouth. Yeah, it was pretty funny.

The 3 men up front started hollering, being met with equal enthusiasm somewhere in the near distance. 

As the wagon stopped, a group of maybe 12 men came into view, all dripping in machismo. Fucking losers if you asked me. 

My gaze stopped as ice blue eyes met mine. The shaggy brown hair under a worn and torn hat. He was absolutely beautiful....and probably would spend the night with one of the women. The reminder was not a fun one, but it was the way of life.

Caroline launched herself at the nearest outlaw and the others followed suit. I made my way at the back of the group, walking over to the open fire. 

I nodded at the people going into the cabin before departing, making sure they where okay with the current arrangement, but it was good money so I knew noone was actually going to protest.

The evening air was sticky and I grabbed the cup closes to me. Moonshine. That would do.

The giggling and moaning started soon after, but at this point in my life it was basically white noise.

They vague sound of footsteps approached, stopping next to me. As I cast a glace upwards I was met with blue. An involuntary shiver fell down my back. God he was gorgeous. 

"May I?" he asked, the drawl wasn't as worn in as most, he probably was not born in the west. 

I gestured to the rickedy chair next to me. 

"What's your name, sugar?" maybe the nickname was over the line, but half the excitement had always been toying between making men uncomfortable and getting beaten up.

The man lifted an eybrow but still answered.

"William Bonney, but you can call me Billy if you want." Billy tilted his head slightly, sizing me up, see if I was a threat. I really wasn't, and had never been, else I would never have gotten into this profession. "And what might yours be?"

The intense sensation of wanting to tell him my real name washed over me. Damn his hotness, I was always a sucker, metaphorically and literally, for charming people. 

"....people call me Angel." Oh shit, that hesitation could be heard a mile away. 

Billy looked at me, more like stared at me, for what felt like forever.

"You a.....worker?"

How the fuck did he spot that. Noone ever did, why the fuck did he? And why would he ask? I am dead. 

The panic in my chest hurt and I tried to keep my breathing even. 

Billy looked at me, expecting an answer and for some reason, I blame panic, I nodded. My eyes darted around wildly, I was going to die, and in the middle of nowhere. I was going to be murdered by Billy the fucking Kid. Oh fuck.

A hand lands on my shoulder and my eyes meet with Billys. He looked, concerned? Why?

"m'not telling anyone." he said, the cadence somthing you would use to calm a feral dog. 

He started rubbing my shoulder, and I found myself trying to match my breathing to his. 

The moments passed slowly, with me calming down at snail pace. The universe seemed aligned as we somehow gravitated towards each other, inching closer and closer until Billy had his arm around my shoulder. 

I looked up at him, sapphire piercing my soul. Time stopped as I leaned in, and with uncertainty and slight hesitance Billy did the same.

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My back hit the cold wood of the shed as Billys tounges invaded my mouth. In our drunken stupor the saliva seemed abundant but neither of us minded the messiness. 

Billys hand found the back och my thigh, urging me to jump. He caught me effortlessly, wrapping my legs around his waist. As we pulled away for a breath a string of saliva briefly connected us.

"$10 for the hour, $25 for the night." i recited. I would be stupid to think this was anything other than a transactional affair, even if it without a doubt would be a hell of a lot better than Mr. Archer would have been.

Billy scoffed but dug out what looked like $50 from his pants.

He must have seen the confusion on my face as he flashed a quick grin.

"Pre payment, if you're good for it, 'cause next time I see you, I ain't keeping off ya."

My entire body heated up as Billy carried me over to some hay. He used his foot to kick some type of old fabric over it and unceromoniously threw me on it.

Quickly undressing without breaking eye contact and my eyes wandered the outlaws figure. He was lean and lanky, but also very obviously strong.

And as our clothing was completely gone my eyes traveled further down. Fuck. Ain't no way that beauty of a cock was fitting without some grease, and as far as I were aware, we had none. But never the less, the heat and spark of arousal fuled me even more.

When my eyes once again landed on his face it looked almost bashful, like he didn't know what to do with himself. It was a stark contrast to the overt confidence he had just minutes ago. 

I made the decision to initiate further and crawled my way over to him. Grabbing him softly, feeling him pulse in my hand, I gave his dick a experimentative lick from base to tip. I heard Billy draw in a sharp breath and as we locked eyes I put his tip in my mouth. 

I licked up the pre cum that landed on my tounge and swirled it around a bit. 

Hollowing my cheeks I plunged down, taking as much as possible of him. 

The bobbing started slow but quicked as we got comfortable. 

His hand slowly crept into my hair, giving an almost shy push, and I tried to take even more of his leangth. The gagging happened almost immediately.

"Ain't have to do it, ya know." Billy spoke in a gruff tone, sounding out of breath. 

I rolled my eyes before pulling out some, deep inhale, eyes closing, and finally slow dip. More, more, more. The gagging was easy enough to control. Before I knew it my nose hit a fuzzy patch. I looked up at Billy, tears streaming down my face, and was met with a man at the brink of insanity. 

Billys eyes held a haze that would disgust me if it was any other patron, but at this very moment I felt nothing but pride. I did that. If I could smile I would.

I felt the first small thrust and had to once again close my eyes to control the gag. But I still managed to give him a somewhat nod, consenting for further exploration. 

The thrusting started almost lazy, but quickly picked up. Billy using my hair as make shift reigns. The curses that left the mans mouth was foul but sounded oh so heavenly. In the mids of it all I heard "Angel" and tapped his thighs. Billy let me up with a shocked expression.

"Did I hurt ya? Didn't mean t......"

"Y/N." I interupted. The confusion grew on Billys face, still looking down on me on my knees, still with a hand in my hair. I pulled myself closer to his cock again, mouth open and ready as I expressed:

"My name, it's Y/N, call me that, please." 

I didn't care how desperate it sounded, I wanted him to praise my name the way it was supposed to be. Y/N the man, not Angel the whore.

Billy seemed taken aback for only a second before growling my name and pushing me back down on him. 

The pace seemed impossibly faster but the atmosphere was also much more intimate. I knew he was nearing the end and I started to periodically tighten my throat as much as I could. 

As I felt Billy start to pull away I buried my face in his pubic hair, clutching the back of his thighs. 

I felt his cum sliding down my throat, warm and smooth. Billy sinfully moaning above me. This was as perfect as a night could get, I was sure of it.

Pulling away, Billys knees buckled slightly, and I grinned up at him. 

He slowly sat down on the floor of the shed, coming down from his high. 

His hand made a vague gesture towards me and I shook my head.

"You're not gonna put that in me without any help," we shared a chuckle "but maybe you could put your mouth on mine again, cowboy?" 

Billy embraced me once again as we fell back onto the hay, but this time the kiss was much more controlled. 

"Once I'm ready for round 2, you're gonna forget everything that ain't my name, that good for you Y/N?" the teasingly cocky tone made me laugh, but I agreed anyway.

Definitely better than Mr. Archer.

[danosrosegarden]

something real - timothy klitz x gn!reader headcanons (NSFW) ⋆⁺₊⋆ ☾⋆⁺₊⋆

{kinktober: day thirteen. prompt: mutual masturbation. 🎃}

{contains: reader having a little anxiety around sex, mutual masturbation, and a facial (reader receiving).}

☽ It was the point in your relationship where the bumbling butterflies still buzzed in your stomach when you spoke to Klitz. The puppy love still bloomed like wildflowers in your skipping heart, but you were beginning to grow comfortable with him. He was safe, easy to share your company with. You felt comfortable in the warm glow of his arms...yet something was amiss.

☽ You couldn't help but feel like you were doing something wrong by making him stop every time things got hot and heavy. He was never upset, always willing to hold you close and stroke your hair afterwards without a word of questioning. But that would grow stale and stiff eventually, wouldn't it? Eventually, he was going to want more.

☽ He, with searing pink cheeks and eyes shyly cast down, proposed an idea one night. What if we...you know...touched ourselves? But...uh...together?

☽ The solution seemed so simple; you could take care of yourselves without the pressure or expectations while still being together. Why hadn't you thought of it before? Your stomach lurched and crackled with erotic elation.

☽ With letting Klitz see you like this for the very first time, so raw, so bare and exposed, came a scorching flurry of bashfulness. Though your cheeks burned hot and your gut popped with anxiety, there also existed an aura of fresh excitement. It was something new. Fun. Real.

☽ Still, the jumbling nerves dancing in your stomach were difficult to shake. Klitz must have noticed your hands quivering as you peeled your pants away, because he laced your hand with his, his thumb stroking your soft skin.

☽ "Just pretend like I'm not even here," he whispered to you. "Touch yourself like you normally do."

☽ It felt odd and mechanical at first, your hand swirling around while you knew full well there were prying eyes watching. But you repeated the mantra in your head like prayer: just pretend like I'm not even here. Eventually, it felt like just another night in your bed by yourself, your spit-slicked fingers hitting the spots you knew made your toes curl and legs shake. You fell into a blissful rhythm, and the heat began to tighten in your core.

☽ You peeked for a moment and stifled a giggle. Klitz was struggling to keep his eyes open and continue to watch you while he stroked himself with a tight fist. The sounds were wet and thick. You watched as his thighs rocked about and his chest dragged up and down at a jagged, haphazard rate. He was close. And he deserved a reward for such a great idea, you thought with a small grin.

☽ You crawl to his feet in front of him, sitting on your knees. He slows his strokes to stare at you for a moment, cocking his brow. "What are you doing?"

☽ Your hand snakes up to his thigh, rubbing his skin with a soft grip. "You wanna cum on my face, Klitzy?"

☽ It's a challenging task not to laugh at the pathetic whimper that's punched out from deep within his chest. "F-fuck yeah, I do." His pumping fist tightens as he strokes faster.

☽ He paints your face with his warm strings of cum, one hand squeezing the base of his cock and the other running long, bony fingers through your hair.

☽ Is it odd to feel warmly emotional while semen is dripping from your face? It's just that...you really couldn't imagine it being anyone else but him. It was only him who you wanted to trust like this. You couldn't think of anything else but that shaggy hair and those thin glasses when imagining sharing this deep, hidden, intimate part of yourself.

☽ You'd work yourself up to letting him inside of you. For now, you had a deliciously fun game to play together. No pressure, no expectations. Just doing, just being.

[seethesin]

heyyy!! by any wicked chance, could you possibly write an imagine story that includes squirting? I find that its rear to see any stories with it but it would be absolutely hot😴

pairing: Shane McCutcheon x F!Reader

tags/warnings: sexual content, established relationship, teasing, fingering, cunnilingus, squirting (18+, mdni)

a/n: your wish is my command, anon 😇

Shane is two fingers deep into your cunt, her free hand pressing down on your lower belly. She’s eye level with your groin, dragging her gaze up to watch your face contort in pleasure. You writhe on the mattress, screwing your eyes shut as staccato gasps push from your chest. You can’t see it, but a shit eating grin stretches across her face.

“Don’t stop,” you pant, a hand flying down to tangle itself into her shaggy hair.

Shane grunts in the affirmative, her smirk finally wiped clean as you give a firm tug on her hair. Her lips lurch forward to envelop your clit, moaning into the sensitive bud. She sucks sharply and you keen, momentarily arching off the mattress. You regain yourself and shove your hips closer to her mouth.

“Fuck, Shane,” you breathe, grip tight on her scalp as you feel her fingers curl inside you. Whatever else you want to beg for dies quickly on your tongue. Instead, your breath goes ragged. Your free hand goes to your mouth, biting down on your fist to muffle your sobs.

Warmth spreads from your belly down, pooling between your legs. Shane's fingers piston inside you, hitting your g spot with uncanny precision. It's the combination of her determined digits and inquisitive tongue that finally snaps the tension in your groin.

Your orgasm washes over you with such an intensity you don't know what to focus on first. It's abnormally warm and wet between your legs; the wanton squelching of your cunt sounds more obscene than usual. Your fingers are still latched in Shane's hair, gripping onto her for dear life as the flat of her tongue presses against your clit. Your hips rock feebly into Shane's fingers, milking every last lick of friction you could possibly take.

"Oh fuck." Shane's voice is muffled as you come back to reality. Blinking slowly, you peek down through your lashes at her. She's transfixed on your pussy, her eyes following a trail that you are clueless to. Your slick drips from the bottom half of her face. Even in your current state, you notice her chin is shinier than usual. Curiously, your brows furrow as you sit up on your elbows.

"Shane?"

Her gaze flickers up to you, a fresh smirk playing on her lips. Gently, she withdraws her fingers from your cunt before bringing them to her face. She wipes the remaining slick off her chin and sucks the digits clean.

Your clit throbs and you bite back a whimper. You want her back between your legs.

"You squirted, sugar," she rasps and immediately, you feel flush crawling up your neck. You swipe your fingers against your thighs, eyes wide at the realization.

You squirted directly in Shane's mouth.

Immediately, your palms cover your face, your cheeks burning in embarrassment.

"Oh my god," you groan, shaking your head feverishly in your hands. "Baby, I'm so sorry."

Shane chuckles below you, slowly inching up to meet your blushing face. Her fingers curl around your wrists and gently, she pries them off. A familiar, devious glint flashes in her eyes as she leers at you.

"Think you can do that again for me?"

[doahaesunshine]

Chapter 11

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Dusk in early spring was the epitome of solitude. Crickets sang through the night as fireflies lit up the forest, creating twilit pathways to be explored. The night was young and waiting for anyone to explore its depths. 

The tranquility of the woods put Jeonghan’s mind at ease as he threaded through the greenery. In one hand he held his tome and in the other his shoes, feeling the earth beneath his feet always immersed him in his surroundings. After he parted with Sage in the glade, he longed to experience the late evening air at the grand lake. 

Breaching the treeline and finding his place on the same rock as before, Jeonghan rolled the ends of his pants legs up to dip his feet in the water. Upon contact with the lake’s current, the pale skin of his legs shimmered with a reflective quality, catching the low light of the deepening sky.

He let himself relax, closing his eyes to enjoy the subtle smell of the lake. It would have been perfect if it weren’t for the abrupt sloshing of water. 

An elongated sigh escaped his lips as he opened his eyes only to see his friend and his kin, Junhui, emerge from the water, wearing a thin, white linen shirt and loose black trousers matted to his body along with his shaggy blond hair. Gray-blue eyes met Jeonghan’s brown, with an expressionless stare.

“Do you have a good reason to interrupt my alone time?” The raven haired man asked, clearly annoyed.

Junhui scoffed. “Considering most of your time is ‘alone time’- I wouldn’t be able to find a good reason.”

Jeonghan rolled his eyes. He planned on brooding the night away, but his younger kin had to appear and ruin it. The blond sat on a rock opposite from Jeonghan. His eyes searched for some kind of reaction in the older man.

“If you have something to say, spit it out.” Pleasantries were not on Jeonghan’s list of priorities as a sneer formed on his face.

Junhui hesitated, he wasn’t offended, all too accustomed to Jeonghan’s attitude to take offense. “You’ve been well fed lately…”

The statement garnered attention from Jeonghan, his gaze was seething and judgmental as if to say ‘so what?’ .

“If you’re going to be a glutton you may as well share…” Junhui said, voice laced with jealousy. “Who is it anyway? The one you’ve been indulging in?” He leaned in, curiosity beamed off of him.

“That is none of your business.” Jeonghan replied as he lifted his legs from the lake to lounge on the rock. “And you know I’m not one for sharing…” 

“Not even with your brother?”

“We’re only related through our parents marrying, brother is a generous term.”

Junhui grabbed his heart dramatically. “Oh! You wound me! How could you treat your brother with such malice?”

With the click of his tongue, Jeonghan decided he had enough foolishness and in one swift motion he stood from the rock. He grabbed his shoes and sauntered toward the tree line, purposefully ignoring the young man who had invaded his space. 

“I���ll figure it out!” Junhui called out. “I always figure it out…”

The words fell on deaf ears as Jeonghan strode away from the lake. Only the soft splashing of Junhui returning to the water was heard. Jeonghan dreaded that eventually his younger brother would do exactly as he said.

Jeonghan followed the forest path instead of swimming through the lake and down the river. The forest offered peace and silence. Besides, he wouldn't want dripping wet clothes where he was going, it would result in him getting scolded.

Winding through the trees, Jeonghan clung to the shadows to remain unseen to any watchful eyes. In his mind the foliage was safer than any road in Diamond Hall, not to mention faster. The paved roads wove through the trees, creating difficult paths to follow, whoever made them had a poor sense of direction.

The sound of the nearby river’s current was now within earshot, alerting Jeonghan that he was close to his destination. With careful steps, he navigated toward the sound of the running water. Beyond the treeline he could see the dark outline of a black brick cottage, quaint and alone near the river’s edge. 

Golden light shone through the windows of the bottom level, the source of the warm glow akin to that of a fireplace’s flame. Through the window, Jeonghan could see a figure near the fire, warming their hands as they sat on a plush couch. It was not the Arcanist he was looking for so he turned his gaze upwards to the second level. There was no light in the upstairs windows save for a small lantern that illuminated a standing figure. The figure's face stared off in the direction of Jeonghan, who was idly waiting in the treeline. 

Swiftly and quietly, Jeonghan snuck his way to the side of the house, he remembered that one of the windows had a busted latch, making it easy to crawl in.

“Gustus.” Jeonghan whispered softly.

A strong wind built at his feet, and with a bit of strength, he leapt onto the roof that sat outside the window. He silently pushed the window open, noting that the latch was left unlocked and without a sound he planted his feet on the hardwood floor. The figure was still peering out the window, presumably lost in the darkness. Jeonghan’s footsteps were unheard as he closed in on the man before him.

“You have to do a better job of sneaking. One of my alarms caught you.” The man spoke, breaking the silence.

Jeonghan snickered as he closed the distance between them, standing close enough to feel the warmth radiate off of his company.

“The latch was unlocked… Were you waiting for me?”

The man turned around, his chestnut brown hair was messy, slightly obscuring his eyes as he met Jeonghan’s gaze.

“As I said- My alarms caught you.” He said with a small smile.

Jeonghan squinted his eyes in suspicion as he leaned in. “You said one alarm, Joshuji.”

“Don’t call me that.” 

“Aw- But why?” Jeonghan cooed. “The way your face heats up is delectable .”

“I feel colder than the northern tundras- Please, just call me by my name- my actual name.”

Jeonghan shrugged. “Whatever you say, Shua. And you can’t lie to me by the way, you’re a furnace compared to me.”

“J. O. S. H. U. A. Joshua.”

“Shua!”

Joshua sighed in defeat and shook his head to quell his frustration. “What do you want, Jeonghan?”

Jeonghan skipped toward Joshua’s cluttered desk and scanned its surface. A metal-like chunk of rock rested on a stack of books, it glimmered in the lowlight of the lantern. 

“What is this pretty thing?” Jeonghan asked as he studied the mineral.

“Magnetite, it looks like ordinary iron but its properties are much stronger.”

Jeonghan raised an eyebrow. “How so?”

Joshua pulled out the chair and sat at his desk, he thumbed through the pages of his journal and stopped at a page full of notes. “Magnetite is known for its ability to attract and hold. It has been used to enhance or invoke feelings of love and loyalty.”

“Ah- I see.” Jeonghan said as he leaned over Joshua’s shoulder to read the rest of the page. “Make me something, using that stone.”

“Now why would you want that?” Joshua asked as he grabbed the stone from the black haired man.

“I want to give a gift to someone.”

Bewildered, Joshua gasped. “You give gifts?”

Jeonghan hid his annoyance with a lazy scoff. “Fine. Forget I asked.” He fixed his posture and turned for the exit. 

“No. You don’t just get to leave.” Joshua grasped Jeonghan’s wrist. “Who’s the lucky person who has captured Prismus Yoon’s attention?”

Jeonghan grimaced. “Do not call me that.”

“Consider it payback.” Joshua’s smile reached his eyes as he laughed.

There was no reason for Jeonghan to linger if he couldn’t get what he wanted. He turned his attention toward the still open window and sighed.

“Look- I’ll make you something with a small chunk of magnetite if you tell me who it’s for.”

Jeonghan chewed his bottom lip as he thought of his answer. He could tell the truth, that he wanted to give Sage a gift that would signify their friendship. Or he could spin a lie and tell Joshua that he wanted it for himself, that a necklace would be perfect for his aesthetic. 

“I’ve been teaching the newcomer our language. We’ve become close over the past few months and I think a gift would be a good way to congratulate them on how far they’ve come.”

It was a half truth, but Joshua would understand. Jeonghan was never the best when it came to emotions and expressing them. 

“I see…” A small grin formed on Joshua’s face. “I haven’t had the pleasure of meeting them yet, but I’m glad you two are getting along. I always said you needed a friend.”

“We aren’t friends?”

Joshua stared at Jeonghan for an uncomfortable amount of time before a breathy chuckle escaped him. “You’re funny.”

A loud, dramatic gasp roared out of Jeonghan. “We’re not friends?!”

Startled chirping and the sound of crinkling made the two men turn around to see Joshua’s pangolin rouse from its slumber. 

“You woke up Hewie. She helped me with spell work today- she needs her rest.” Joshua said as he walked over to the armored familiar and smoothed its scales. “By the way- where’s Obsidian? I haven’t seen the little guy in a while.”

“He’s probably balled up with Jun’s familiar back home.” Jeonghan sighed. “Speaking of home- I should get going, I’ve been up since dawn.”

Joshua nodded in understanding. “Okay, I’ll work on the necklace. Do you want me to polish the stone or keep it in its raw form?”

“Which makes for a stronger catalyst?” Jeonghan sauntered over to the window.

“Unpolished. Is that what you want?” 

With a nod, Jeonghan hoisted himself out of the window only to peek his head back in. “Goodnight, Joshuji!”

“Get out!”

Jeonghan smirked and laughed as he hopped off the roof, casting another gust of wind to cushion his landing. Lazily, he made his way back through the forest to return home. It had been a long day for him and he was ready to pass out the second he hit his bed. 

The fog of unconsciousness slowly cleared as you felt a bundle of warmth nuzzle into the crook of your neck. Soft blankets and pillows encased your form, restricting your ability to move. Using most of your strength, you struggled against the covers to sit up only to hear a small squeak. Peering down at your pillows, you saw a sleeping Kelpy clutch onto your arm and held it close. 

Cuddling next to the otter was Yucca, his ears laid flat and relaxed. On the other side, Ruby woke up due to the noise and Shadow huffed with mild annoyance at the foot of your bed. Even Eris was curled up on the floor next to your bed and across from her sat Dino, who had dozed off in the plush wingback chair by the window. 

You didn’t remember going to bed, all you were able to recollect was spending the day with Jeonghan and then returning home to eat dinner. Mingyu was stuck with dish duty, washing the plates when you entered. He had said something about Vernon being concerned about you, but the actual conversation escaped you. 

Delicately, you picked up Ruby, placing him in your lap and petting his fluffy coat. Ruby sighed in content as your fingers carded through his fur. A louder squeak resonated from Kelpy, a jealous squeak as he tried to shove himself onto your lap as well. 

With a soft exhale, Dino startled awake. A relieved smile painted his face as he locked eyes with you. “You’re up, good.”

“Did I pass out again?” There was a subtle tremble to your voice, the anxiety of possible harm plagued your mind.

“Yes.” Dino answered in a calm manner. “But only for one day this time.” He rose from the chair to grab his suitcase. 

“Am I being examined again?”

Dino returned to the bed with a sigh. “I know it’s bothersome, but we need to be sure you are unharmed.”

“It’s been months since the last time I passed out-”

“If I’m being honest with you Sage, it concerns me more that there was such a long period of time in between…” Dino grabbed the clear crystal from its case and began his examination. 

The words made you pause to think and eventually worry. 

“Because that means I missed something.” 

You turned your attention to Dino who studied you with stern eyes and a slight frown. A sense of stress and failure bubbled in your chest; your friend was disappointed in himself. Despite your better judgment you blamed no one other than yourself, none of this would be happening if you weren’t broken. 

“D- Chan…” 

He perked up at the use of his birth name, an expression equivalent to that of a kid who was about to be scolded. Instead of berating him, you outstretched your arms, silently offering a hug. With a small smile, Dino sat on the edge of the bed and accepted the affection.

“Don’t beat yourself up over this.” You told him. “I’ll be fine. You always fix me up.”

Dino’s heart swelled with adoration and he smiled as he tucked himself into the hug. You tightened your hold on him, fearing that if you didn’t Dino would doubt your gratitude.

“Sage-” He giggled. “I can’t breathe.”

You loosened the hug with a sheepish smile. “Sorry.”

The examination resulted in more of the same, nothing life threatening, just fatigue and migraines. Dino handed you a freshly enchanted vial of peppermint, explaining that the only thing he could do is help with discomfort since there wasn’t anything wrong with you. After ensuring that you were stable, he grabbed a defiant Kelpy, who was still resting on your lap and left with a quick goodbye.

There was a short moment of silence before your door opened again and a mildly perturbed Jihoon entered. You assumed he was here for Ruby, but you were proven wrong when he climbed on to the bed to sit across from you. His expression was serious as he looked at you and exhaled, a wandering hand went to Shadow’s ear, scratching the thick fur. 

“Are you feeling better?” A strong wave of sincerity radiated off of Jihoon as he spoke.

The question caught you off guard, you and Jihoon were comfortable around each other, but definitely not as close as you and Vernon or as talkative as Soonyoung. It wasn’t awkward per se but the two of you never really had a reason to hang out. Ruby, the sweet little guy, interacted with you more than Jihoon himself. 

“Uh- Yeah… I’m feeling a lot better now. I think I just wore myself too thin these past few weeks.”

“You mean throughout the end of winter and beginning of spring? Try a few months, Sage.” Jihoon’s voice turned stern. “Mingyu freaked out when you passed out, Vernon and Soonyoung were pacing around the house and Ruby was so worried he refused to leave your side. Dino rushed over as fast as he could, but Mingyu had already tried healing you…”

You nearly sprung out of bed. “Is Mingyu alright?” 

Mingyu was a caring individual, he had a big heart and kind personality. He was a textbook example of a true Vitae , a healer who valued charity and altruism. If he tried to heal you that meant he put himself in a weakened state to help you, another debt to be paid.

“He’s fine, Sage. Sit back down.” Jihoon motioned with his hands for you to calm down. “He refused to return to the springs, so he’s sleeping in my room right now.”

“I should go thank him-” You rose from your bed again, the speed in which you shot up causing you to teeter.

Jihoon swiftly yet gently grabbed your arm. “Sage, please. Resting and healing is enough of a thank you for him.”

With a sigh, you sat back down and pulled the covers up to your shoulders.

 A small smile formed on Jihoon’s lips. “Rest a little bit more. I’m going to take Yucca back to Mingyu.” He reached out for the fennec fox, picking up its small form and cradling it as he walked to the door. “C’mon Ruby, let’s make sure Mingyu is comfortable.”

The red panda took one last glance at you before following his Arcanist into the hall, leaving you with Shadow and Eris. The black wolf was still fast asleep at the foot of your bed, he was practically melting into the comforter. Eris on the other hand remained on the floor with only a rug underneath her.

You lightly poked her round tipped ear. “Eris-” You whispered.

She looked at you with tired blue eyes. “What is it?”

“There’s room on the bed now if you want something softer to lay on…”

Without another word, Eris leapt onto the bed making Shadow’s ear twitch, but he remained asleep. The snow leopard kneaded the mattress next to you and after spinning herself in a circle, plopped down to nap. Carefully, you scooched closer to her, even though you were under the covers you felt a slight chill. Eris was warm and soft, like a big stuffed animal. You would never tell her this for fear of your livelihood, but you were safe in your thoughts or so you hoped.

There was a shuffling outside of your door. A low voice, presumably Vernon’s, was heard speaking in the hall. The footsteps slowly grew clearer and eventually there was a faint knock at your door.

“I’m up-” You called out. “Come in.”

Vernon’s handsome face peeked past the door, a kind smile spread across his face.

You lit up the moment you saw your friend. “First Dino, then Jihoon. Now you and So-”

Before you could finish your statement, Vernon entered the threshold of your room and behind him followed Archivist Jeon. Despite your best efforts to hide your feelings, a subtle grimace contorted your features.

“Hello, Sage. Dino informed me of your condition.” Archivist Jeon paused for a moment, staring at Eris. “I was unaware that your familiar had manifested…”

“Oh- Sorry. I’m still not used to this-” You waved your hands in the air, as you spoke in half-truths. “I wasn’t sure who to tell so I stayed quiet. Everyone here kind of just ran into her eventually…” 

Cosmos peered around Archivist Jeon, yellow eyes studying both you and Eris.

The Archivist trained his gaze on you as he remained near the doorway. “My title as Grand Archivist is not an overly elaborate word I use to describe myself, Sage.” He spoke in a reserved tone, voice low and chilling. “I am the acting power here in Diamond Hall, the Mayor, if you need a relative term. We are all a part of this community and I prefer to understand those who live within it. It’s for the security and well-being of all of us, do you understand?”

Maintaining eye contact became a challenge as Archivist Jeon continued to speak with his full attention on you. Eris’s gaze turned cold as she watched the Archivist blabber, obviously not entertained by his speech. Even Vernon and Shadow shifted uncomfortably as he spoke.

“I understand-” Your throat went dry as you looked down at your blanket, aimlessly playing with the cloth. “I’ll be sure to tell you everything from now on.”

As if realizing what he just said, something in Archivist Jeon softened. He approached the side of your bed and sat along the edge, holding his hand out to you. There was a moment of uncertainty, but you swallowed the feeling and placed your hand in his. 

Archivist Jeon tenderly squeezed your hand, staring at your palm as he drew the ghost of a sigil on the skin. “I do not wish to sound cruel, Sage…” A dim glow shone on his finger as he traced the symbol. “We all have been through a lot, some of us are still healing and that includes you. All I ask of you is to stop avoiding me, I want to help you just as much as your friends here but I cannot aid you if you refuse to speak with me.”

You nodded your head, listening to every word he spoke. In this moment Archivist Jeon no longer appeared stone-like and intimidating, his expressionless eyes turned kind and his lips tugged into a delicate smile. His overall aura had changed from cold tyrant to stalwart guardian, a feeling of ease washed over you as you managed to make eye contact.

When Archivist Jeon unclasped your hand you were left with a light weight in your palm. Looking down, you saw a perfectly crafted, silver acorn.

“What’s this for?” You ran your thumb over the smoothness of the seed.

Archivist Jeon rose from the bed and straightened his suit. “An acorn for luck. There is no enchantment, it is nothing but a simple sentiment.”

“Thank you…” You mumbled as Archivist Jeon made way for the door.

He offered a nod in response and proceeded to exit your room. Cosmos stayed for a moment longer, staring at both you and Eris one last time before following her Arcanist. Vernon closed the door behind Cosmos and after a few seconds, released a deep breath. 

Turning around, Vernon met your gaze and the two of you shared a moment of silence. The abrupt sounds of Shadow scratching behind his ear snapped the two of you out of your awkward staring contest. Eris grumbled in irritation as the bed shook due to the wolf’s endless movement. 

“Did you get that speech as well?” There was a jovial tone to your voice as you tried to lighten the atmosphere.

Vernon huffed a short sigh. “I mean- Yeah. I didn’t really understand everything that was going on around here until a few months in.” He plopped stomach first onto your bed and pet Shadow. “I didn’t get a cool acorn though- Why are you getting all these gifts? I got jack when I got here.”

“Guess I’m just popular.” You bit your lip in an attempt to hold in your laughter.

Vernon scoffed. “Oh, I see~ You’re so special, Sage.”

The both of you shared a look and not even a second later, the two of you burst out laughing. Shadow’s tail began to wag as he saw you and Vernon smiling, excited that it might be time to play. 

“I wanna go to the balcony, but Jihoon told me to rest…” There was a slight whine to your voice. 

Vernon chuckled as he watched you sink into your mattress. “I’m sure some fresh air won’t kill you. C’mon, I’ll help you up.” He held his hands out for you.

Slowly, you rose from your bed, using Vernon’s hands as support to safely plant your feet on the ground. Shadow hopped off the bed, standing close to you in case you needed stability while you and Vernon journeyed to the balcony. 

The evening sky was a mural of marbled orange and purple, slowly darkening the sky to reveal the two rising moons. A peaceful silence filled the confines of the balcony as you and Vernon relaxed, enjoying the cool air. Exhaling a content sigh, you peered up at the deepening sky, watching as the stars began to appear.

“What did Chan say about your condition?” Vernon asked, breaking the silence.

“That I just need to take better care of myself.” You didn’t need to look at Vernon to know that his expression turned worried. “There’s nothing physically wrong, he just said that I was fatigued.”

“So you’ve been over exerting yourself?”

Staring out into the sky, you took a moment to yourself to think. With how the past few months have been you wouldn’t say you have been pushing yourself too hard. If anything you were enjoying yourself, learning about the Arcane and its language. Your time spent here was everything but tiring, you were sleeping well, eating great thanks to Mingyu, and you liked the people you were surrounded by.

“I wouldn’t say that.” You were confident in yourself. “The first month was rough but after that everything was amazing. I guess I have been a little tired, but I always go to bed when I start dozing off at my desk!”

Vernon held his hands up in surrender. “Hey- I’m not accusing you of anything! I’ve seen that you take care of yourself- well- when you’re here I see it…”

“Oh…” You remembered a bit of your conversation with Mingyu last night. “Yeah, I know I’ve been a little hard to reach lately, sorry about that.”

“It’s okay, Sage. You’ve been busy with learning and it’s obviously paying off.” He laughed softly at his own statement. “I mean- I’ve been here longer than you and I don’t even know the Lingua Magica.”

“I just learned a language, nothing cool.” A dry chuckle rasped out of you. “I’m not throwing lightning like you are.”

Vernon raised an inquisitive brow. “Learning an ancient language is cool, Sage…”

Rolling your eyes,  you playfully scoffed and shook your head. “I learned that ancient language because I wanted to better understand all those magical tomes in the archives.” You huffed out a sigh. “But none of that magic is sticking. Only this stupid Empath shit.”

“Hey, I don’t think it’s stupid. Do you know how many people would love to be able to know how others are feeling just by looking at them?” Shadow nudged Vernon’s hand, asking for attention. “I sure would…”

The words resonated, there was a weight to them, and even though you tried to will your empathy away it told you everything. Vernon was struggling with something or someone…

Thankfully your little talent didn’t go any further. You learned the surface thoughts and you were able to will yourself from morphing Vernon’s emotions. Unique talent or not, it all just seemed wrong. Every time you inflicted your own emotions onto another person it made you feel like an asshole. People are people and should have the freedom to work through their own emotions. You just hoped that you were able to keep a tight leash on this magic.

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Get to know my OC

This sounded like a really fun one! I got tagged by @gummybugg, so go check out their version of the post here.

RINA! RINA GET IN ‘ERE!!!

An alligator-tailed girl with shaggy brown hair and blue overalls walks her way into the interview room, leaving water where she goes. Given that she’s dripping wet and smells like a bog, it’s likely that she just came by from a swim. She hops up onto the stool provided for her and rests arms between her legs, gripping the top of the stool while kicking her feet back and forth.

“So uh... What’s this about now?”

1. Are you named after anyone?

"I don’t know anybody else named Rina, that’s fer sure! Oh, you must mean my family name! Well o’ course I got the same last name as mah family. It’d be mighty odd if I didn’t!” Rina turns to me and asks, “Did I do that right?” After giving her a thumbs up, she turns back to the interviewer.

2. When was the last time you cried?

“Oh, that’s easy. Yesterday! Had a big ol’ cry. No shame innit.”

3. Do you have kids? Do you have any friends?

“Well yeah, o’ course I got friends! There’s my ma, my pa, Lafayette, Scarlet, Kara, Chloe, uh...” Rina pauses, counting on her webbed fingers. “Eli... I think all my neighbors count... There’s them other gals not from ‘round here too. I think they prefer anonymi... Ana... They like to keep private! So I won’t share their names unless they give me the go ahead.”

4. Do you use sarcasm?

“What’s a sarcasm? Sounds fancy! What can I trade ya for it?” I whisper into Rina’s ear what sarcasm is, and she slaps her knee, chuckling. “Ah gosh dang it, I didn’t know that was a turn o’ phrase! Nah, I don’t use sarcasm! I don’t have a sarcastic bone in my body!”

5. What's the first thing you notice about people?

“Their smell. Human folk are really stanky. Mostly sweat, but sometimes they smell a bit more... Salty? Yeah.” Rina sniffs the air, saying, “and you, Mr. Fancypants interviewer smell like shampoo!”

6. What's your eye color?

“Wha? What kinda question is THAT? Of course I know what my own eye color is...” Rina sneakily reaches into a pocket on her overalls, pulling out a very tiny mirror. She slips it back into her pocket, snickering mischievously. “It’s green!”

7. Scary movies or happy endings?

“My ma doesn’t let me watch them scary movies with the screaming ladies on the covers so I wouldn’t know. Even so, why wouldn’t I pick happy endings? Everybody likes happy endings!”

8. Any special talents?

“Let’s see... I can play the banjo! I’m learning to cook from my ma! And uh...” Rina scratches her head. “Is fixin’ things a talent? One time when I was out on this reeeeeal long roadtrip with my buds - which I can’t name - their car broke down and I managed to fix it! Well sorta. It’s more like I realized what was wrong, so we dragged it around until we found this village with these little people with big ol’ BEARDS and, oh, that’s a bit off topic, ain’t it?”

9. Where were you born?

“In Bebop Bayou of course! That bein’ said, I don’t exactly ‘member where I was when I was born... That was a long time ago, you know?”

10. What are your hobbies?

“Fightin’ things, solvin’ problems, helpin’ Lafayette find treasure, and let’s see... Ooh, I like makin’ friends too! That’s a hobby, ain’t it?”

11. Do you have any pets?

“Oh yeah, I got a big ol’ catfish! I feed ‘em all kinds a junk, and he eats it up, too! O’ course this unsettles Big Pete - he’s a catfish guy in the bayou - so I try not to talk about my pet much ‘round him. You know, I heard a long time ago there weren’t always beastfolk like us in the world, and then we just sorta... Appeared! Wild, ain’t it? I don’t understand much about the history of it an all, but I know somethin’ big happened way back when. Like... Poof!”

12. What sports do you play/have played?

“Is fishin’ a sport? Ha, I’m just messin’ with ya! I’ve played rock toss before with my friends in the past. What, don’t know what rock toss is? It’s where ya throw a big ol’ rock around, and ya run with it, and if you cross a line with it, you get a point! Or somethin’ like that. It’s been a while since I played.”

13. How tall are you?

“I’m less than half the size of my ma and pa. I’m still growin’, though! I tell you what, once I grow up like my folks, why, I’ll be the biggest gator in all the bayou!”

14. Favorite subject in school?

“Haha, that’s funny. Nah, we ain’t got a school ‘round here. We tried to fix up an old burnt one outside the bayou, but that... Did not go well last time.”

15. Dream job?

“Wrestler! No, action movie star! Chef? Professional fisher? No no wait, a wrestler movie star that uses fish and cookin’ to beat up the bad guys in their movies!! Ah, this interview was too easy, chief! You gotta come up with harder questions next time!”

As was promised to Rina prior to the interview, I treat her to “free ice cream”. And by “free”, I mean I pay for it. I don’t mind though. After she gets her treat, she wanders back over to the bayou to gloat about how easy it was to get her free ice cream to her friends, who she is certain will be super jealous of her.

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Dimilix Kiss Drabbles - Part 1

A few days ago I took some kiss requests on Twitter and figured I'd cross post them here.

Kissing in a Rush of Adrenaline

Heart pounding, Felix backed toward the lip of the cliff, his gaze on the three demonic beasts closing in on him. Poisonous, purple-tinged foam dripped from their open jaws. They were bloodied, but so was he.

His foot struck a pebble, sending it skittering over the edge. Heart pounding in his chest, Felix shot a glance over his shoulder. His stomach lurched. The steep drop was only a couple steps away. 

“Felix! Hold on, I’m coming!”

Dimitri’s voice.

In the distance he glimpsed a wyvern pelting in his direction.

A growl drew Felix’s gaze back to his adversaries. They stalked toward him.

He couldn’t wait. 

Felix sheathed his sword and turned his back on the demonic beasts.

The wyvern carrying Dimitri was closer. Felix backed up a couple steps.

One of the beasts behind him snarled. Claws scraped against the stone. 

Felix sprinted toward the edge, the beast’s heavy footsteps so loud it almost drowned out his own rushing pulse. He swore he could almost feel its hot breath on the back of his neck.

“Felix!” Dimitri called.

He leapt over the edge. For an eternal heartbeat, Felix felt like he was floating in midair. 

Then he dropped.

The air seemed to fly from his lungs as the green canopy of trees grew larger and larger.

Dimitri’s wyvern appeared below him, wings flapping as it rose to meet him. Dimitri’s shaggy blond hair was blown back from his face. His expression grimly determined.

Dimitri let go of the reins, holding both his arms open. Felix reached for him.

They came together with such force that Felix gasped. He felt Dimitri rock back in the saddle, leather creaking at the strain of the impact.

The wyvern continued to climb and Felix scrabbled for some kind of grip as he slid across Dimitri’s chest.

Then Dimitri’s arms were around him, clutching him in a bruising grip.

His heart still pounding, Felix sagged with relief.

Holding him with one arm, Dimitri grabbed the reins and guided the wyvern out of its climb. “You could have died! What were you thinking?”

He laughed breathlessly. “That’d you catch me, you fool,” Felix replied, pressing a kiss to Dimitri’s cheek.

[cookierunkingdomoffical]

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Coffee Cake, elder, brown fur

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Black Forest Cake, elder, wooly brown fur with piped frosting and cherries on its head

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Battenberg Cake, young adult, pink and light yellow checkered fur with Almond paste on its head

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Kuih lapis Cake, elder, multicolored (green, white, and pink) bouncy fur similar to pudding

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Banana Cake, adolescent, yellow tufted fur with greenish accented tips

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Mud Cake, senior, shiny silky brown coat

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Rock Cake, senior, bumpy matted coat with transparent sprinkles and raisins nestled inside its fur

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Dragonfly Cake, elder, blue and green scaly fur with two lustrous wings on its back

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Worm Cake, senior, hairless Cake with bumpy pink skin

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Bookworm Cake, elder, desaturated brown fur with a book gently draped onto its head

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Pasta Salad Cake, adult, off-white fur topped with lettuce, pasta, and walnuts

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Copepod Cake, adult, liquidy, see-through illuminated fur with antennae

Beta Cake, senior, Smooth vibrant blue fur with frilly fins that constantly wave to its sides. It also has a fishy tail.

Pumpkin pie Cake, puppy, orange fluffy fur

Apple pie Cake, puppy, red orange fur with yellow specs

Candy corn Cake, puppy, orange, yellow and white striped fur

Rock candy Cake, adolescent, hard multicolored fur resembling rock candy

Torte Cake, adolescent, bumpy soft white and pink fur with crushed nuts on top

Profiterole Cake, adolescent, matted choco brown and white fur, wearing a flower shaped cookie as a hat

Herrencreme Cake, fresh-baked, warm creamy fur gently decorated with crushed chocolate bars and a single strawberry on top

Phyllo Cake, fresh-baked, lion-like mane with a black head and small red berries on top

Thapthim Krop Cake, fresh-baked, bumpy red fur coated in thin cream

Caramel tart Cake, young adult, light beige fur powdered with brown sugar

Bubblegum Cake, young adult, pink fizzy fur

Clementine Cake, young adult, rough orange fur

Popsicle Cake, adult, long body with multicolored glistening fur

Panna cotta Cake, adult, wiggly body with soft white fur

Jellyroll Cake, adult, swirled rainbow fur

White choco Cake, elder, white fur with specs of brown

Churro Cake, elder, long skinny body with sparkly golden fur

Oatmeal Cake, senior, grainy brown fur with wedges of banana within

Nougat Cake, senior, Nutty white and brown fur

Biscotti Cake, senior, wrinkly body with nuts decorating its bare back

Kolaczki Cake, freshbaked, wrapped in silk, shining red fur

Huckleberry Cake, freshbaked, purple and blue bumpy fur

Sundae Cake, freshbaked, creamy white fur with sprinkles and chocolate syrup

Grasshopper pie Cake, adolescent, speckled white fur with grasshopper-like features

Shoofly pie, adolescent, white and beige striped fur with wings and other fly-like features

Strudel Cake, adolescent, golden fur with streaks of glazed white on top

Apple dumpling Cake, adult, fluffy peach fur with apple seeds poking out

Whoopie pie Cake, adult, black and white frilly fur that remains untamed no matter what

Buckeyes Cake, adult, black fur with fake chocolate eyes on its back

Tofu Cake, senior, wiggly white fur that appears to jiggle even when untouched

Lima bean Cake, freshbaked, smooth bumpy green fur

Pea Cake, adolescent, Fur similar to Lima bean Cake, but with smaller bumps

Azuki Cake, adult, hibiscus colored uneven fur

Lentil Cake, senior, knobbly golden brown fur

Butterbean Cake, elder, pale brittle coat that shines in even the dimmest lighting

Jester Cake, freshbaked, red and white marbled dough adorned with jester attire and red and white piped frosting

Clown Cake, adolescent, funfetti dough filled with sprinkles and cookie dough topped with fluffy red fur and cherries

Juggler Cake, adult, blue dough with cream cheese and blueberries in the middle, has yellow fur with circular sprinkles

Hula-hoop Cake, senior, spongy yellow dough and pink swirly dough, typically seen with a hula hoop

Ringleader Cake, elder, red and black checkered dough with a tophat that covers most of its white frosting

Patient Cake, freshbaked, sickly blue dough with white frosting and sprinkles

Low-fat milk Cake, adolescent, chunky white fur with a cottage-cheese like frosting on top

Clipboard Cake, adult, brown dough with silver clips in its beige frosting

Nurse Cake, senior, peach dough with yellow glaze. Often found in a nurse outfit or a stethoscope

Doctor Cake, elder, nuts and raisin filled rocky-road dough wearing a long coat and fake sleek white frosting

Smiley the tropical cake hound, puppy, shy and likes the sun

Brown Rice Cake Hound (Unnamed 1a), adult

Brown Rice Cake Hound (Unnamed 1b), adult

Grape Strudel Cake, senior, cream dressed as a mikrokosmo, a laid back lap dog

Meet all my little hounds:3

You forgot dreamboat

[treehousesinfrance]

Love Leaves Traces - Chapter 5

“Sirius.” 

“Sirius, come on. Wake up.”

Sirius sat up with a jolt, running a hand over his sweaty forehead. He was in the dorm room, his warm blankets suffocating around him.

“Nightmare?” James edged toward him carefully, reaching out for his shaking hands.

His voice came out choked, “Yeah, I think so”, he shook his head, “Sorry. I didn’t mean to wake you.”

“Don’t worry about me”, James said, squeezing his hand. He really did love James. “Do you wanna talk about it?”

Sirius shook his head. He needed sleep. An actual restful sleep but he couldn’t seem to ever since the thunderstorm. The memory of the sharp pain invaded his mind, blinding and hot. He winced at the thought.

James looked concerned. He had been worried about him since he had confided in him about his mother but the past two nights of nightmares seemed to get to him, even if he wasn’t the one having them.

“You know you can talk to me if you need to, right?”

“Of course, James. Thanks - I think I just need some sleep.”

Exhausted and finally relaxed, Sirius melted into his pillow and was snoring before James even let go of his hand.

He was on the cold stone floor of the cave, shuddering and helpless. His nerves were alight, sending jolts through his body and all he could do was wait it out. He remembered this pain, and now he knew what it was. Crucio. His mother had somehow found him. Struck him. Deep in the cave where no one could hear his screams.

He squeezed his eyes shut and could feel the familiar taste of blood on his tongue. Warm and thick and metallic dripping down his face splattering grotesquely on the ground.

Distantly he could hear the shouts of Peter and James, hardly recognisable over the sound of his ripping flesh.

He screamed out, but it came out less of a scream and more of a howl. His throat burned with the new sensation and he could feel hot tears behind his eyes.

It felt like hours before the agony subsided and he regained awareness. His mother wasn’t there, but he wasn’t sure he was entirely there either.

James was lifting his head, urging him to look into his eyes. 

“Hey mate. How are we?”

James was so tall and had tears staining his cheeks and Sirius had the sudden urge to lick them off his face, to make him feel okay. So he did.

Suddenly everything became more clear. The cave. The potion. The incantation. In theory, he should be an animagus. He looked to his friends who were now towering above him with what looked like an array of emotions on their faces. Joy. Concern?

He tried to ask them what happened, but a bark escaped his lips. Embarrassed, he closed his mouth and looked at the ground, but his friends were laughing. Genuine incredible laughter and he realised what that meant. 

He registered his body. Dark shaggy fur covering his arms and legs. He took a couple of shaky steps forward and James applauded, beaming.

“Come here doggy! Come here! Yes, that's it. You’re such a good boy.”

He rolled onto his back gratefully accepting belly rubs from anyone who would offer them.

Changing back to his human form was relatively easy.

Watching his friends in pain was not. 

Writhing in agony he knew too well. The pain he could not protect them from. It made him feel sick.

Emily Bronte was a genius. Remus was a genius. A dark handsome stranger. A love story. Sirius was so invested in the book, interested in the muggle quirks. Their lives were controlled by their limitations. If only they had magic, all their problems would be solved. In a universe so foreign to him, everything seemed so simple.

He was sitting on his bed, perched up against his pillow, totally absorbed in his book in a not un-Remus-like manner. If he could see himself, he might laugh.

My love for Heathcliff resembles the eternal rocks beneath a source of little visible delight, but necessary. Nelly, I am Heathcliff!

Sirius took a pencil from behind his ear and underlined the quote. Remus would murder him if he saw him defacing a book like this. The quote reminded him of Remus. His friends. His undying and unconditional love for them. 

Next to the quote, he scribbled  ‘Rem’ , and added a heart just to be safe. It was about love after all, and it was Remus’ favourite book. 

He could almost understand why he was so obsessed with books actually, but he couldn’t do this all of the time. He was too emotionally invested, it was draining, and he was using the book as a distraction from the storm and the upcoming moon.

Fuck. The moon.

He dropped  Wuthering Heights  onto his chest with a huff, only to make eye contact with one Remus Lupin.

“How long have you been standing there?”

“Oh, long enough to see you go all lovey-dovey over a book”, Remus had a smug sort of smile on his stupid lovely face, “When did you get into reading?”

Sirius protectively shut the book, after dog tagging his page. Remus winced.

“Is that my copy?” He looked like he was in pain at the thought of Sirius ruining his book. Please, he valued his life.

Sirius shook his head quickly, “No no. I bought it last Hogsmeade trip”

Remus didn’t look convinced.

“No, really. The lady in the store saw me looking at the Muggle Literature section and I told her about you.” He was rambling, “J'ai pensé que c'était peut-être votre préféré car je vous ai beaucoup vu le lire et je voulais savoir de quoi il s'agissait. Quel livre pourrait être si spécial pour captiver quelqu'un comme vous ?”

Out of breath, he glanced up at Remus who looked a little startled. Sirius shoved the book under his pillow before walking over to meet him.

“I promise I would never take one of your books without asking and ruin it with markings and creases.”

He looked relieved.

“Only your jumpers.” It was only then that Remus seemed to realise that Sirius was wearing one currently. Floppy over his arms and swimming on his smaller form.

Remus trailed his eyes up and down and Sirius felt oddly exposed. 

“You can keep that one. You look cute.” Remus stopped breathing for a second.

“I look cute? Why, thank you, Rem.” He would normally play complements off with some witty comment, but this time he had nothing. There was a light blush creeping in behind Remus’ freckles. 

“You look cute too.”

The blush was more intense now and Sirius felt very proud that he had put it there, choosing to ignore what it meant. For now, he could smile at his friend and think of him as he read love stories and it was completely normal and so so lovely. 

“Rem, look.” He glanced up at him nervously, “we have to talk.”

Remus’ gaze turned from startled to hopeful confusion. “… about what?”

“Well um.” Spit it out Sirius, “Well, I think it’s best if we do it all together. The four of us.”

“Right er, ok then. Is everything ok?”

“Yes. Yes, it’s fine. We just have to talk”

Remus, undoubtedly flustered and confused, took a second. “Ok. Well, it might have to wait till tomorrow whatever it is. I have to pay a visit to my Mum later.”

Sirius grimaced, guilt twisting inside him. “No. No, I don’t think it can wait actually. It’s kind of about that.”

Remus looked taken aback. “About my mother?”

“No. Well, yes. But no. I need to find the others. Stay here.”

Sirius ducked out the door, before poking his head back through to make sure Remus did in fact stay. Here. 

It took finding James, who was for some reason in the library studying to find the map, to find Peter, who was walking toward a suspiciously empty hallway with Beatrice. 

Dragging them from their respective tasks, James came more willingly, and into the dorm room, Sirius realised he left Remus to work himself into a right state. 

He swung his head around as they walked in, eyes wide with panic. 

“Guys. You’re back.” Remus leaned against his bed in what could be interpreted as feigned nonchalance but really made him look wonky and out of place.

“Remus.” James walked over and touched his shoulder gently. “We need to talk.”

Remus crumpled in on himself, and to everyone’s surprise, started to cry. 

“Whoa whoa whoa.” Sirius skidded over to meet him and wrapped him up in his arms. He was such a large boy but nestled in Sirius’ lap, he seemed so small. 

“You said it was about tonight, right?” Remus lifted his head to take a look at his friends. Their guilty and knowing expressions confirmed his worst fears. 

He pulled away from Sirius, cursing quietly. 

“Right well, obviously I’ll be off tonight, but I can come back in the morning and clear out my shit.” He has still curled up awkwardly but had also braced his arms for an attack. 

“I just want you all to know that even though this has obviously ended rather badly and I’ve been keeping secrets from you, you three are my favourite people in the world and - fuck, I’m so so sorry.”

This was not the way this was meant to go. Like at all. Silence hung through the air, all prickly and static. James broke it. 

“Remus. We don't want you to go anywhere.”

Remus scoffed. “Right.”

“Truly. We didn’t ask to talk because we were kicking you out of our lives. We would never do that to you.”

Ever. Sirius thought, but didn’t say. 

“And for the record”, Peter said, “You’re our favourite person too.” He emphasised the word ‘person’ a little too heavily but the sentiment was sweet. Remus almost smiled. 

He looked up at Sirius, who suddenly realised he hadn’t said any of the lovely reassuring things he had planned. He also realised he had forgotten all of those lovely reassuring things and said the first thing that came to mind. 

“We love you, Rem. So bloody much. So so bloody fucking much. In fact, if I could lasso the moon and politely tell it to fuck off I would do that, but after extensive research that’s not possible without killing everyone else on the planet including you so that seemed a bit counterproductive, so we’ve tried to do the next best thing, which by the way - I’ll tell you… in a second. The moral of the story, you’re not going anywhere, because we’re not bloody letting you go.”

The message was sort of lost in the anger, but Remus was staring at him with a different sort of tear in his eyes. Shock, but also joy? 

“How long…” His voice came out soft and quivery and Sirius wanted to hold him again. “How long have you known?”

“Couple months.” James said, “Sirius figured it out last term.”

Sirius felt horrible. He’d been lying to his best friend for  months . He should have spoken to him the moment he found out, but he wanted to be certain. Wanted to prove that it wouldn’t change anything, that he would help him in any way he could. 

Remus opened his mouth, looking like he was about to apologise again, which just would not do. 

“Rem. I’m sorry.” Sirius was trying consciously not to ramble. “I should’ve told you as soon as I found out, I was just - well I—“

“You were scared. I get it.”

“Fuck, Remus. Of course, I wasn’t scared. I’ve seen you plastered drunk, half-naked using Peter’s boxers for a hat. I wanted to talk, for all of us to talk together once we had figured it all out.”

Remus was still looking conflicted. “Any questions you had, you could have asked me. I’m sort of an expert.”

Peter patted him awkwardly on the head. “Of course you are. You’re an expert at most things, but I don’t think that’s what he meant.”

James was getting fidgety with excitement and Remus evidently could tell the shift in the room. 

“What exactly are you talking about then?”

Sirius nodded to James, who had the most detailed knowledge of the whole process after doing the most extensive research. Remus sat, slack-jawed as James explained their theory: that since werewolves attack wizards and not animals, if a wizard were to become an animagus, they should, in theory, be able to accompany the werewolf during the full moon. 

“That’s very advanced and might I add illegal magic. I couldn’t ask you to do that for me.”

“That is exactly why we didn’t tell you about it before”, Sirius said. 

Recognition dawned on Remus. “You didn’t…”

Peter hopped excitedly and scrunched his face in concentration before disappearing beneath his robes, emerging a soft, brown rat. He scuttled over to Remus, settling himself on his shoulder. 

Remus looked like he might cry again. He slumped in relief and scratched Peter absentmindedly on the head. “How on earth…”

Sirius ducked over to his trunk and pulled out a pile of slightly crumpled parchment, each covered in notes from research, potions ingredients, incantations and working out. He struggled to hold them all in his arms but waddled back over to his friends, dumping them on the ground ungracefully.

“I thought you might want to know, so here is all our research. Despite what you may think Remus, we’re actually quite clever.”

Remus was gawping at the pile, then at Sirius. 

“I… Thank you. This-” 

Sirius gave in to whatever emotion it was that was urging him to pull Remus close. 

“We bloody love you ok? Don’t go getting any silly ideas like us wanting you to go.” Remus shifted into him slightly and Sirius could feel him nodding. They stayed like that for a while, before Sirius had to reluctantly untangle himself to present to Remus his animagus form, which was inclined to curl back into Remus, revelling in the feeling of his hands in his fur. A tall stag towered over them, proud and with one of the research papers somehow speared through his antlers.

So there sat Remus Lupin, a very bewildered boy and his animal menagerie, just hours before the moon rise with a feeling that could only be described as hope.

[never-rpg]

Potential Trigger: Spiders, not actually mentioned but the Many-Eyed do bear a mighty resemblance.

“There was something about the Many-Eyed that stirred a primal sense of wrongness in me, though they were nothing more than part of the island to Peter.

Their fat round bodies, covered in shaggy hair and swollen with the blood of their meals; their legs—eight of them, far too many, and the strange bent way they moved, gliding and awkward at the same time. They were alien, everything a boy was not.”

“The Many-Eyed gave a long hiss when it saw us and pounded each one of its eight legs on the ground in a kind of ripple, starting with the back leg on each side and circling up to the front leg. I’d seen Many-Eyed do this before, when they were scared or uncertain.

I didn’t flatter myself that it saw four boys as a threat, but all Many-Eyed fear fire, and Harry’s torch was a good size for threatening.”

“The Many-Eyed took some tentative steps toward us, hissing through its long fangs all the while. I judged that it was a juvenile, not fully grown for all that it seemed so big on the rock shelf. The moonlight showed clearly that it didn’t have the silvery-grey fur that developed in adulthood; nor did it have the extensive scarring that resulted from the merciless fighting for food. There were always more Many-Eyed than could possibly be fed, given the astounding number of babies that spilled out of their egg sacs.”

“It clicked its fangs together, and a little venom dripped off the edge of one, sizzling on the ground. You didn’t want to get that poison on you. It burned right through to your bone. I knew — I had several small round scars on my left arm where a Many-Eyed had splatter me years before.”

“Suddenly the Many-Eyed turned back toward us, having ignored our offering, and made a high-pitched sound like a scream...Far away, far, far across the plains, came an answering cry, so faint I almost though I imagined it. 

It’s calling for help, I thought. 

And then I imagined dozens of Many-Eyed crossing the plains, climbing the cliff, surrounding the boys and wrapping them in silk and dragging them back to their colony to feed their babies.”

“The Many-Eyed’s shape made them seem awkward — that fat body balanced on all those legs —but they were quick as hell and could turn faster than you could blink. They couldn’t twist, thought, so if I got behind it I might be able to slide under it before it realized what was happening.”

— Quotes from James Hook in Lost Boy by Christina Henry

[sheisdaddy]

Softball field fantasy

It started as a online flirt session. She had long blonde hair, blue eyes that seemed to just pull me in. Thick muscled thighs that just looked like they should always be wrapped around my neck.

I had cherry red hair in a pixie style that grew out shaggy just a bit. She asked me to meet her at the park one night.

I wore a black sundress that reached close to my thighs. And some basic black flip flops. I was eager to see the lips that had been talking so dirty to me for the last month.

It was sunny as we sat on the picnic tables outside the park. We strolled down the River bed picking up shells and pebbles I liked. Talked about a lot of things.

Her blue eyes never left me. She seemed to burn fire thro my clothes making my nipples hard.

Brandy recommended checking out the ball field since it was starting to get dark clouds rolling in. So we wandered over to the baseball field. As we approached the rain started. Both of us bolting and giggling as we ran to the nearest ball pit.

We hid from the rain waiting as it passed. In the briefest of moments we shared an unexpected kiss. Siting at the ball field hiding in the pit. You gave me a look that just made me blush. The one time I decided to wear a dress on a date and you picked me up and placed me on the window to the dugout lifted my dress, pulled down my panties. And kissed up my legs and rolled your tongue at first gently across my pussy and then after tasting me feverishly. I squirmed and moaned lightly and you lifted my legs over your shoulders pulled me closer and dug in like my pussy was your last meal. I let myself enjoy the moment knowing there were eyes around us. You slipped two fingers in and I rode your fingers and face until I finished all over the pit my juices dripping down the concrete walls.

I think about that kiss every time it rains. My juices drip down my thighs like the rain down a window. Your ponytail bobbing between my legs. You looking up at me with those blue eyes full of lust. Your nipples rock hard beneath your tshirt. And the way you pulled my hand into your pants to feel how wet I just made you.

We escaped the rain in the ball pit but both of us ended up soaked.

These are my dirty short stories enjoy

Chase

[florriescreamlagoon]

The black bull growled like an earthquake,

he pawed the ground and glared.

I retreated to a rock to eat my picnic,

the waterhole belonged to him

and his banded cows as they bathed.

The black bull looked like he was made

of thunder and black ice,

his shaggy coat heavy as midnight.

His balls hung in their sacs like rain clouds

about to burst, his pizzle a lightning bolt.

The moor swung around him like a cloak,

its stunted haws and gorse fur clotted with sheep.

I left so long ago, ran from the wild,

but that bull is still there at the back of my mind,

my mind that’s a moor now, scratching me as I pass,

its cobwebs tearing like my mother’s thighs

the day I was born. I don’t know which gate

I left by, which stony bridle path

I’ve trudged all my life, searching for him.

Did the ravens up on the tor

carry me off, never to return to earth’s maze?

The bull’s face with its galaxies of flies!

His eyes were the wolf moon and its twin in black water

and his tail that he swished, dripping mud,

was the tail of the universe – hot and angry.

Pascale Petit

[greenishghostey]

It's Fantasy, babe

Pairing: Eddie Muson x fem!reader

Summary: You decide to indulge in a fun fantasy with your boyfriend: Eddie, sneaking into your room and cumming inside you.

Warnings: This fic contains graphic 18+ content. Please do not engage with you are underage! Unprotected sex, penetrative sex, rough but with lots of love, established relationship, fingering, fluffy smut, Eddie cannot shut up ever, enthusiastic consent, Eddie just trying rock your world as best he can

A/N: This is the first smut I've ever written and I promise I tried my best. The idea had been rolling around in my head for a while so I bit the bullet and just tried it. DO NOT REPOST OR EDIT MY WORK

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The discussion between you and Eddie had been a long time coming. You’d found a particularly filthy romance novel about a princess and her noble knight. They’d shared a night together rolling around in her royal quarters, and he came in her until she was dripping, full and shaking. He had snuck into her rooms after the castle fell asleep, embraced her in her soft, flowing nightgown and showed her heaven and hell simultaneously.

You wanted that too. You wanted to be the princess. You wanted Eddie to push your legs back, knees to your ears and fuck his cum into your cunt as many times as he wanted to - possibly even making love to you at the same time. You weren’t going to be too picky. You wanted your soft pastel blue bedsheets to be stained and sticky under your ass as he. Just. Kept. Going.

Eddie had jumped at your request for him to sneak in on Friday night after your parents fell asleep. They’d had busy weeks at work. They wouldn’t be stirring until at least 10 am the next morning.

And that was how you found yourself under the gorgeous weight of Eddie’s naked form. He was smiling down with immeasurable happiness. He was so warm and solid and beautiful. Dreamy was the word that came to your mind. So dreamy, so pretty, and all yours.

His thick, calloused fingers were deep in your soaked cunt, massaging and stretching your puffy walls. Eddie always did this thing with his middle and ring finger, crooking them up to push you to the edge of orgasm and keep you there for a while. You said he only did it to show off his guitarist fingering skills; he said he did it because he just loved you that much.

“Gotta get you ready for me, princess. You wanted a long night, and you’re gonna get it.” He teased before licking a long, fat stripe up the column of your neck. “God, babe, I’m gonna slip right in. She missed meeee.” Eddie chuckled as you gripped his fingers and wiggled your hips. He had to appreciate that his being a little goofy during sex still got you squirming. 

“Eddie,” you whined, groping your tits and gazing up at him through half-lidded eyes, “Hurry. Up.” You moved to knot your fingers in his shaggy hair, now grinding desperately on his fingers - one of his rings bumping against your clit and fuck. You came with a muffled moan, Eddie having quickly silenced you in a deep kiss. He made sure that his tongue tasted every pretty noise you were making for him.

Eddie’s chest heaved as he pulled away. Like it was agony.

He ran the head of his swollen cock up and down your hole, pressing the tip in ever so slightly to have you claw at his forearms. You were going to draw blood from the bats, but, shit, it felt phenomenal. Nothing got his blood running hotter than seeing his lady all desperate. Craving, yearning, maybe even a little feral, much like himself.

“My girl wants it so bad, huh? My dick, my cum, me. Fuuuck, I love you.” He groaned, continuing to push his angry tip in and out of your cunt. He liked the tease of sex with you. The raw feeling of pushing both of you to the point of nearly mauling each other.

“Ed - Eddie, come on, please. I need you. I’ll ask so nicely if you want. Just-“ your pleas and begging were cut short by the glorious stretch of Eddie’s cock as he seated himself fully inside. It usually took some time for him to get in fully, but he was right; he slid right into the hot, sticky bliss. Your head slammed back into your fluffy pillows, and you had to bite your hand to contain the urge to scream. After two years of being together, he was still just so big. Fucking perfect, but still big. It would be best if you guys had done this at his place. Sure, the entire trailer park would find out that the Munson boy was getting his dick wet, but you would be able to be loud. However, the fantasy required your soft double bed and floral bedspread - your “chambers” that he would sneak into. 

The pace that was set immediately was brutal, like animals, like in the book. Yes, God, yes. It was all skin slapping skin and the obscene squelch of fucking without any barriers. Eddie leant down to press his forehead to yours so he could pant, whine and grunt into your mouth. He was so considerate when he was at your place and knew you guys had be quiet - well, quieter.

“You’re so so tight, baby. Is this what you wanted?” he whispered, hot breath fanning across your burning cheeks, “raw and fucking filthy in your nice, cosy bedroom, yeah?” He laughed breathily and moulded his full lips to yours. The slam of his hips never faltered as he grabbed and rubbed your waist - still maintaining a level of tenderness while splitting you open on his cock. He was chasing his orgasm with more desperation than usual. You made it clear that you would need to be leaking and creamy to fulfil this fun little fantasy, and who was he to deny the princess her requests? You’d been so damn polite when asking him for this too. 

“You said you wouldn’t laugh, Eds,” you murmured, pulling away from the searing kiss by literal millimetres. Legs wrapping around him and feet digging into his ass, he wasn’t going as deep as he could, and that needed to be changed. You could feel yourself gushing with every hard thrust, dangling on the precipice of cumming.

“Would never laugh at you. I’m having the time of my goddamn life here.” He sighed, a wide beaming smile spreading across his sweat-covered face. He was glowing under the light of your bedside lamp. Wow. Eddie’s big hands moved from your waist to the backs of your thighs. Yes, yes, yes, he hiked your legs up and back until you were folded in half. If you wanted deeper, then he was going to go as deep as physically possible. Eddie needed you to feel him in your fucking stomach.

Never in your life had you been so thankful for getting rid of your old spring mattress. Because the force behind Eddie’s thrusting was insane. He prided himself on having impressive stamina that only seemed to come out when he was inside you - quite frankly, Eddie never wanted to leave your cunt. That was especially the case now, with your toes accidentally tangling in his hair. “Oops, sorry,” you muttered, breaking away from your sex-induced haze to angle your feet differently. It would have been awkward, but this was with Eddie. Awkward was never even part of the conversation.

“You could kick me in the head right now, and I’d say thanks, don’t worry.” Eddie giggled, running a thumb over your sweaty cheek. He shifted slightly to get more comfortable for what he had planned - it might be a little risky, but it would be worth it. You reached up to fix the hair you’d messed up with your feet and giggled, but Eddie’s face showed that he was deep in thought about something. Before you could ask if anything was wrong, he spoke, “What’s on the other side of that wall?” He nodded his head towards the wall behind your metal-barred headboard.

“Linen closet, why?” you asked, the gears in your head turning quickly and figuring out his plan. He was calculating risk; you were so proud of him.

“And how far away is your parents' room?” 

“Other end of the hall.” Your breathing had moved onto panting now. The headboard had already started to knock against the wall a little, but Eddie was about to make it a whole lot worse. 

“Perfect. Hold these pretty legs back for me, please?” He was grinning like a horny maniac. You did as he asked almost a bit too quickly, holding your legs back and as wide as you could get them in your current position. “Atta girl. First load’s gotta be an extra special experience, right?” One of Eddie’s hands got a strong grip on your headboard while the other moved to flick and massage your clit in tight little circles. You whined at the contact, knowing that your fantasy was about to reach the first of several climaxes.

Eddie started up his almost punishing pace again. But this time, he had more leverage to force his cock into you and mould your walls to the shape of him. The squelch of fucking was somehow even louder than before. Now mixed with the sloppy sound of Eddie playing with your clit and grunting like an animal in heat. You weren’t much better with your whining and mewling. Reaching up to hold his ecstasy-coloured face as best you could.

“Aw, she’s all sensitive and weepy for me, isn’t she, babe?” Eddie groaned straight into your ear. Your legs had started to shake from just how deep you could feel his cock as it pounded into your g-spot. The reply he got from you was a sniffled nod and your big wet eyes staring up into his. “You wanna beg for it? I think you wanna beg for me to fill you up.” Fuck, he was so right. You hated when he was right.

“I-I need you to cum, Eds. I wanna feel it so fucking bad,” you hiccuped; it felt like you were on the verge of crying from how deliciously overwhelmed you were. “I’ve been good.” Eddie’s gaze snapped down to meet yours, and the look on his face was beautiful. His big eyes widened, and his jaw was slack as he whined at your comment. You had been such a good girl for him. You always were.

That did it. Eddie slammed into you with a few more, and his rhythm was pretty much gone by that point. When he came, he silenced his guttural wail by biting down on your shoulder hard. Normally, you would have scolded him for leaving a mark, but right now? It made the whole experience so much better as you came with him. 

The two of you stayed together, panting, for a while after that. Eddie didn’t want to pull out of you until he absolutely had to, and you relished in feeling his sweaty weight press you into the mattress. The intimacy for the moment was your favourite. For all that Eddie tried to make the world believe that he was mean and scary, he was far from it. He was practically purring as you ran your fingers through his hair and massaged his scalp - a big dorky smile on his face and everything. 

Eddie untangled himself from your body and sat up, scraping his hair out of his hair and fanning himself. The demon head on his chest was staring at you like it was proud. Bastard. Before you could form words to ask if Eddie needed water or anything, he flipped you over onto your stomach and pulled your ass up, back arching all pretty how he liked it. He stared at his cum oozing from your cunt in fascination. Yeah, you guys were going to be doing this again.

“Good for round two, sweetheart?” Eddie chirped, giving your ass a sharp smack. You whimpered and nodded - words wouldn’t be possible for the rest of the night; you could feel it in the throb of your clit. 

[starboundanon]

Any snippets for the deaged! Luke & Vader story?

Ah, the deaged!Luke AU. Not-so-secretly one of my favs. I'm so happy someone's interested in seeing more of it. ♥ Thanks, anon!

"What happened?"

He has only heard the boy's voice a scant handful of times — almost always angry or afraid. While there is certainly fear drenching it now, it sounds nothing like the one he'd so expeditiously committed to memory. Warmth has given way to softness, the pitch high and sweet.

If Luke was unfamiliar before, he's a stranger to him now.

Only when he tears his gaze away from his hands does he realize his son wasn't speaking to him. In all likelihood, at least. He sits across the dais, turned away from him, tiny palms pressed flat to hewn rock. Thin arms tremble to hold up a body that seems impossibly small. Even in profile, Luke's eyes are frightfully wide, staring at the uneven ground between his hands, as if it might hold the answers to his questions. "What happened?"

"I do not know," Vader confesses. His own voice nearly startles him — nearly. Unlike his son's, the sound of it is uncomfortably familiar. He curses the paltry part of himself that yearns, briefly, for his helmet and its vocoder, then slowly stands on unsteady feet; bone and flesh and quivering muscle. "I warned you that the power of a vergence was not to be taken lightly."

The boy does not reply, nor even seem to have heard him. Vader stalks along the perimeter of the dark pond that separates him from his son, orienting himself with the peculiar gait of his restored limbs. Though his previous body was nearly a foot taller than his current one, he feels gigantic. Larger than life.

Whole.

Luke seems completely oblivious to him, until his shadow falls over the boy's kneeling form, plunging it into darkness. Then, for the first time since the Force propelled them into this conundrum, his son freezes and lifts his head, up up up the length of Vader's lanky body, blue gaze magnetizing to his own.

It's a face he's never seen before, but Vader would know it anywhere. The squared jaw is rounder, sharp edges softened with baby fat. His hair is lighter, a shaggy mop of blond curls that would have mirrored his own, once upon a time. Her nose and mouth blend seamlessly with features he provided; the wide brow, now less pronounced, the bright shade of blue eyes that tip closer to green than grey. It's the face he's spent hours memorizing from blurred holos and artists' renditions, but gentler, less brawny. Smaller than he has ever imagined it would've been, even in his most foolish dreams.

Vader holds out his hand, palm up, inviting. The air is cold, biting a chill into his skin, but it's a remarkable feeling. "Come with me."

He waits, but Luke doesn't reach up to take his hand. It occurs to him, belatedly, that the boy is so small — unless one of them stands or the other kneels, there is no way he could reach his father's outstretched palm from the floor.

Sinking to his knees is a muscle memory his body will never forget, before or after Mustafar. He kneels gingerly, expecting pain, but none comes. The tiled stones are unforgiving, but his legs do not protest the movement, his spine unbothered by his posture, his lungs seemingly unaware of the sudden change in pressure. To crouch like this has been agony for over two decades, but as he kneels before his son, the only thing Vader feels is trepidation.

"Son," he says again, unconcerned with the gentle lilt to his voice now, though perhaps he shouldn't be. "Come with me."

He reaches for the boy again, so close, he could take Luke into his arms without moving a muscle.

But he doesn't. Because in a flash of blue light — impressively fast for a child so small — the glowing blade of a familiar lightsaber is pointed toward his neck, keeping him at arm's length.

"Get," Luke says, vitriol dripping between rows of baby teeth, "back."

[ooo-protean-ooo]

You’re either a coward, or a god. Part 1

This is my first fic being put out there!

You’re the new girl in town, though it’s been roughly a year, your reputation was still fragile! Not that you were, and Eddie seemed to get that. Would he get you? Good luck convincing yourself that you are t already his. PFFT.

Warnings: light dominance, praise kink, public arousal? Not much this chapter, the next ones going to be pure filth mwahaha!

And please consider reblogging, tumblr doesn’t work like Instagram. Likes are nice, but they don’t aid in reach or visibility. Thank you so much!

“Munson.” You nearly whisper, your head half in your locker, as if you weren’t really speaking to him. No not the freak, no never.

He ignored you, a cigarette boldly between his teeth as he rummaged through his locker for only Ronnie James Dio knew what.

You lean your head back after a few moments, finally showing your face from behind your lockers door that walled you two off.

“Munson!” You hissed this time.

Still nothing.

Your expression weakened a little, shoulders falling, bottom lip pouting at the way he ignored you.

“E-eddie?” You Mutter just a tad louder.

Finally he snapped his head towards you, sucking in a drag, shaggy hair settling as he huffed out a plume of smoke with a feral roll of his eyes as his brows hooked together incredulously.

“Do I know you?” He asked brightly sarcastic and somewhat loudly through a contradicting grin that was wild and smug.

“Goddammit You complete ASS, give me back my dignity,” you plead as quietly as possible.

Eddie’s grin grew impish as he reached into his back pocket where his bandana hid a contrasting pair of periwinkle lace underwear. Pretty thing, really. And completely worthy of decorating your ‘prestigious cunt’, or so he told you at the time.

“What these?” He said twirling them upon his finger.

You flush horribly, lurching forwards to grab them only for him to hold them higher out of your reach, his stance having remained solid as a rock while you flailed against him.

“So much for your discretion,” he said nodding to a few people passing by, with confused expressions.

However as your blush creeped further onto your face, you look back to see he was at least hiding the item in question inside his palm from prying eyes.

You were no popular girl, but you weren’t an outcast either. You held an unusual position as a Neutral wallflower. Well liked but not known by everyone and you were fine with that.

But to lace yourself with infamy by the hands of the ‘freak’…such skilled hands…I-it was risky business and people loved dirty laundry!

You’d just moved here last year, you didn’t want to be the gossip or ostracized from social interaction.

“Give it to me. Now,” you ground out, your knuckles white against your books that shielded your chest.

Suddenly Eddie’s grin was gone, and despite your pleading eyes he was crowding you.

First it was with the intensity of his stare alone. Then it was with his hands on either side of your head as he backed you against your locker. Swallowing nervously, your eyes found his lips before the rich browns that now bored into you.

“Right here? In front of your court of fools?” He offered, his voice rough, yet whisper like; such as a gust of wind on an autumn night.

‘Oh god yes’ you think to yourself Instantly, eyes falling to his lips again.

“I’d have you falling straight into exile, my name dripping off your tongue,” he warned with a delicious rasp.

And he was right.

Goddammit he was so right.

A swirling warmth pooled in your belly and dampened the alter between your thighs, just begging for an offering. A worshipper.

“Eddie please…”

“Keep begging, pretty girl,” he breathed in that airy warning that made you crave him as he crowded you a little more.

Your eyes squeezed shut along with your thighs, forgetting the people around you as well as the rules he’d informed you with the last time you spoke with him before school.

Your thighs were to remain open.

how ever would he pull your mewling sighs if they were shut?

A growl rumbled so low in his throat it was surprising even you caught it.

But you did catch it.

And it was predatory.

You knew that.

Because you felt like prey.

You remembered now, the rules, and your legs slowly parted as your breath caught when he slotted his knee between them.

His head tilted, eyes burning, mouth tightening Into a line.

You were getting off light, but you seemed to correct your error quick enough.

“Look at me.”

You did, your pupils blown wide as your mind began to slip between the surface of that oh so addictive subspacian ocean.

“You want to keep your status among these sheep, do as thou will,” he started, raising a pointing finger to rest against your lower lip, the cigarette bobbing between words before he took a drag.

“But if shame is what you hold for me, especially for positions sake? I will show you no time of day sweetheart. No time at all. Your a coward, or god, pick one,” he spat lightly, the last two words harsh through gritted teeth and smoke.

In his own way, it was a gift.

A demand, that if followed would give you exactly what you needed.

Eddie knew he wasn’t favored, or liked even. But he was free.

Free to move about the proverbial chess board as he wished, do as he pleased, not resigned to the title and obligations of a pawn.

He didn’t have to show up to parties, make face, agree with shallow people with even more shallow minds or Bow to the king of Hawkins.

He didn’t have to be miserable, even if he was lonely some of the time.

It was his fuckin’ life, and he’d only show up if he wanted to.

His knee shifted up a tad, pressing more firmly against your desire, making those pretty lashes flutter at the pleasure of it.

“I wana be a god,” you said shamelessly, breathlessly, brows hooking together skeptically as your tone portrayed your curiosity as to how you ever wanted anything different.

Who would want anything other?

Your lip slipping between your teeth had him chuckling darkly.

Eddie took another slow drag of the cigarette, a proud smile creeping across his face before it turned into a toothy grin that brimmed with smoke.

“Atta’girl,” he said before you plucked the bad habit from his mouth, only to hold it between two fingers by your side as your other hand pulled him close by his collar.

To hell with it.

He sure as shit hadn’t expected that.

Eddie’s brows shot up into his bangs, his grin fading into a lusting set of parted lips.

You study them, your heart hammering in your chest as you feel him watching you., waiting for your first godly decision.

“Don’t back out now, princess…”

Oh to hell indeed.

You sigh a conceding ‘mmfuckit’ against his lips as you angle into him, licking into his mouth with a moan like you had earlier this morning.

When you weren’t afraid of what other people thought. When it was Just him. Just Eddie, as he was staking his claim between your slickend folds.

He growled approvingly, kissing you back with fervor as his hands slid down the cool metal locker to rest on your hips with a bruising squeeze.

You both stayed that way for a moment, trading angles of faces, rolling tongue against tongue, earning gasps and whistles, derogatory remarks as well.

But you couldn’t be bothered with it.

With them.

They were nothing. And they chose that, he was right.

God what took you so long to see that?

Eddie was the one to break from the kiss swollen exchange, his breath a light panting.

“Good. Fucking. Girl,” he deemed, his eyes opening slowly to reveal divine voids that swallow you then and there. Decidedly until he said he was through.

You softly huff out a laugh, impressed with yourself as well if you were being honest.

You smiled in earnest, the insatiable lusting need pulsing at a steady pace now between you. His jeans were tight…

And you?

You look down suddenly feeling…

‘Oh my god’ you thought as your eyes shifted into saucers.

Just between your ankles there’s the smallest pooling of shine at the heel of your boots.

Your panties. He hadn’t returned them.

You were in a fucking skirt.

A shuddering mousy gasp left your lips as Eddie suddenly lifted your chin with his forefinger.

“Oh baby girl, your making a mess for me,” he whispered huskily, pressing closer to you.

“I haven’t even touched you,” he pressed.

His own eyes were black. He almost didn’t look like himself, no. He was more akin to a fallen angel. A harbinger of hellfire, surely.

That’s what your nerves were willing to bet on.

“Should I? Would you like that (y/n)?” He asked as one of his hands very slowly began sliding down towards-

“Please, please let me close them,” you whined, pleading into his eyes now, suddenly panting through your nose.

Your thighs.

You pulled him in for a languid kiss, a soft quiet moan rolling into his throat from yours.

Neither of you closed your eyes.

“Please, Sir. Mercy.” You begged against plush lips.

You felt his fingers ghost along your thigh, just below the end of your skirt.

If he fucked into you with those fingers right now…you would be reduced to a screaming wraith.

Howling his name, moaning out your pleasure for all to come towards and watch.

‘Would you like that?’ His words echoed at the idea.

Oh, but you would.

You decided you’d love it.

The hunger in you suddenly bared its teeth, your cunt tingling, drooling more as you considered it…

Maybe you get arrested today for letting the freak fuck you stupid in the hall of Hawkins High.

He’d save Hooper the time if he cuffed those pretty wrists.

You growled something uncharacteristic and Eddie regarded you almost as if he were going to swallow you then and there.

But he nodded slowly, dangerous eyes allowing you decency. Even more so, seeing as his lower half blocked everyone else’s view of just how fucking slick you were.

For fucks sake, a shining line from clit to tile was the only thing keeping you tethered to the earth right now…

“This once,” he warned breathily.

But secretly he was grateful for it.

After all you were both at school.

And if you didn’t close your legs, he would soon find himself between them.

He would, because you’d be pulling him inside.

Before you could worry about what to do about said ‘mess’ Eddie had the black bandanna falling over it, stepping and dragging it back for him to pick back up and work Into his pocket once more. His knee found itself back between your thighs, lifting a bit to wipe at your arousal so nobody saw what he’d caused.

Then, much to your torture his fingers were tucking something into your cleavage, and he leaned in for another kiss.

Still lazy and electrifying. But more firm.

“For your modesty babe,” he said with a smirk against your lips, that turned into yet another languid but short lived kiss.

“And for bowing to no one, I’m proud of you,” he rasped.

The sound of the bell had the halls clearing and Eddie slowly backing from you, his expression tight, almost angry at the obligation of class.

He had to graduate this year. It was his year. ‘86 baby!’

“Lunch, second floor girls bathroom,” you breath out, mind still swimming.

He grinned like a wolf, and you sunk a little against the lockers as he winked.

“It’s a date.”