#so our restraint on that front is remarkable

[nexus-nebulae]

so like. i know most of the time with wishmaking the Rules are if you tell anyone your wish it won't get granted. but like. how does that work within a sys. if your headmate reads your memories after you make a wish does that void the warranty

[bitchiswild]

Sweet Whimpers

Dom! Minjeong x F! Reader Ver.

Word Count: 2.6k

Warnings: uhh smut🤓☝️

A/n: smuttt😩🤚

Requested: for Lisa but that's on Wattpad

Minjeong���s POV

The room was enveloped in a charged atmosphere, the air thick with desire and the sound of Y/n's soft whimpers. Her pleas echoed through the space like a haunting melody, and for a moment, it felt like the world outside ceased to exist.

"Please," she whimpered, her voice a desperate plea that seemed to linger in the air. Her vulnerability was like an intoxicating note in the symphony of the moment.

I gazed at her, captivated by the longing in her eyes, a silent invitation that didn't need words. "Please what?" I asked, my head cocked to the side, a subtle smirk playing on my lips as I sensually moved against her, the heat between us intensifying.

Y/n's arm remained restrained, tied to the chair, adding a layer of vulnerability to the scene. Her desperation grew more palpable. "Please touch me," she begged, her words a whispered confession that hung in the air.

The room seemed to pulse with anticipation, the tension building as desire and restraint collided. In that charged moment, the power dynamics shifted, and the symphony of their shared desire played on, each note building towards an inevitable crescendo.

I tsked, rising gracefully from her lap, a sinister amusement dancing in my eyes. "Look at you," I remarked disdainfully, my tone dripping with derision. "So pathetic. Where's the fierce CEO everyone knows? Because all I see in front of me is a pathetic, whimpering mess."

The room seemed to shrink under the weight of my words, and a tense silence settled as I circled her like a predator, my steps deliberate and purposeful. My fingers traced a sensuous path along her shoulder, the touch both intimate and menacing.

The dim light accentuated the shadows on her face as she struggled to maintain composure, a futile attempt to conceal the vulnerability I had exposed. The power dynamic had shifted, and the once formidable CEO now found herself ensnared in a web of vulnerability and desire.

I leaned in, my lips grazing the curve of her ear, my voice a low, dangerous whisper. "Tell me, where did that confident persona vanish to? Or was it just a façade all along?" My words hung in the air, a calculated challenge that punctuated the charged atmosphere.

Her response was swallowed by the silence, the room pregnant with unspoken tension. As I continued to circle her, the darkness in my gaze mirrored the shadows that danced on the walls—a stark reflection of the power play unfolding in the intimate space between us.

Y/n's shaky breath hung in the air, a visible manifestation of the desire that pulsed between us. The room seemed to vibrate with tension as her plea reached my ears, an urgent invitation that stirred the already charged atmosphere.

"Touch me, Minjeong," she whimpered once more, her voice a desperate plea that echoed in the shadows of the room. Her attempts to move her restrained arm were met with frustration, a visible struggle that added another layer to the magnetic pull between us.

I observed her, the subtle rise and fall of her chest betraying the anticipation that gripped her. The air seemed electrified with longing, and in that moment, the boundaries blurred between dominance and submission.

A predatory grin played on my lips as I yielded to her request, my fingers tracing a teasing path along the contours of her skin. The touch was deliberate, a dance of desire that left no room for escape. The room held its breath, and the sensation of our bodies colliding with unspoken passion set the stage for the unraveling of a desire that had been simmering beneath the surface.

My hands moved with deliberate intent, navigating down to Y/n's pants, unbuttoning them and pulling them down with a controlled, measured motion. The room seemed to pulse with the heightened tension, the anticipation palpable as a growing wet patch on her panties betrayed the desire that simmered within her.

"Turned on, baby?" I questioned her with a smirk, reveling in the control that hung in the air. Y/n let out a shaky sigh as my fingers caressed the warmth between her thighs, the physical response to my touch evident.

Getting no verbal response, I decided to tighten the hold on the reins of our encounter. Gripping her hair, I pulled it back, forcing her to face me. Y/n's pupils dilated, a testament to the desire that coursed through her veins.

"I asked you a question, baby, and I want an answer," I whispered, my voice low and commanding. The hardening of my gaze mirrored the intensity of the moment, as if the question held a significance beyond the physical act unfolding between us. The silence hung heavy in the room, broken only by the unspoken exchange of desire and the unrelenting tension that bound us together in that intimate dance.

As Y/n struggled to find her voice, the air crackled with a potent mixture of desire and anticipation. Her breath hitched, caught between the pleasure building within her and the demand for a response. My grip on her hair tightened, a silent insistence that she answer the question.

"Y-yes," she finally managed to gasp out, her voice a soft admission that hung in the charged atmosphere. Her confession seemed to ignite a spark, the flames of desire flickering higher.

Satisfied with her response, I released her hair, my fingers tracing a sensual path down her neck. I could see the hunger in her eyes, the need for more, and I reveled in the control I had over her desires.

My hand returned to its previous exploration, fingers dancing along the edge of her panties. With a teasing motion, I dipped beneath the fabric, feeling the warmth and wetness that awaited. Y/n's breath hitched again, a mixture of pleasure and longing escaping her lips.

"Such a good girl," I purred, my voice a sultry whisper that added to the intensity of the moment. I held Y/n's face, drawing her into a sensual kiss. Our lips met in a heated dance, a meeting of passion that seemed to ignite the very air around us. The warmth of the embrace intensified, and the world outside faded away.

Breaking the kiss, I traced a path of soft kisses down her neck, savoring the shiver that ran through her body. A low, guttural groan escaped her lips, a symphony of pleasure that echoed in the charged atmosphere. The room seemed to pulse with the rhythm of our shared desire, a private dance that unfolded in the intimate spaces between kisses.

As I reached down to untie Y/n. The moment her restraints were released, she stood up, a hunger in her eyes, and without hesitation, she carried me towards the bed. With an unexpected force, she threw me onto the mattress, a mix of excitement and passion fueling the movement.

As I lay on the bed, Y/n wasted no time getting on top of me, her lips planting a trail of kisses down my neck. The sensation sent shivers through my body, and unable to contain the building desire, I instinctively bucked my hips into hers, a silent plea for more.

Her attention focused on the rhythm of our shared passion, I seized the opportunity to shift the dynamics. With a swift move, I managed to flip us around, now taking the dominant position. The power balance tilted, and I hovered over Y/n, our eyes locked in a fierce exchange of desire.

"Let me please you, baby," I murmured, my voice a sultry whisper that hung in the air like a promise. Leaning down, my lips brushed against her earlobe, sending a shiver down her spine. As I spoke, my hand trailed sensually down her body, my touch igniting a fervent response.

Her hips bucked against me in response to my caress, a silent plea for more. The room seemed to pulse with the shared anticipation of what was to come. I could feel the intensity building between us, a magnetic force pulling us into a realm where desire reigned supreme.

My hips moved in a rhythmic grind against her clothed pussy, the friction eliciting a deep, guttural groan of desire from her.

My movements continued with a deliberate sensuality as I descended, positioning my face near her cunt. A charged anticipation hung in the air as I inhaled her sweet scent, savoring the intimate fragrance that enveloped her. The tip of my nose brushed against the fabric covering her pussy, a teasing caress that hinted at the pleasure to come.

"You smell amazing, baby," I whispered, my words a heated murmur against the fabric. The acknowledgment of her enticing scent added an extra layer of desire to the already charged atmosphere. "I can't wait to touch you."

With that declaration, my tongue traced the damp patch on her covered crotch, the fabric now a testament to the building intensity between us. The taste of her desire lingered on my tongue, and a low, throaty moan escaped her lips—a symphony of pleasure echoing in the intimate space we shared.

I began to pull down her panties, savoring the gradual reveal. As the fabric slid down, exposing her wet cunt, a low, needy sigh escaped her lips.

My fingers, now freed from the constraints of fabric, caressed her soaking cunt. "Fuck, baby, you're soaking," I remarked with a smirk, my voice low and edged with desire. The room hummed with the electric tension between us as I began to insert my fingers in her wet, responsive pussy. My fingers moved with purpose, thrusting in and out, while my thumb played a teasing dance on her clit. “Who makes you this wet, hmm?”

As pleasure surged through her, Y/n moaned loudly, her voice echoing in the room, a symphony of arousal and surrender. "Y-You!" she confessed, the admission a mixture of need and pleasure that fueled the fire between us.

Her breaths quickened, a silent plea for more, as my fingers continued their relentless assault on her wet cunt. The rhythm of our shared desire intensified, each movement building towards a climax that hung in the air, a promise of ecstasy that lingered on the precipice of release.

I pulled my finger out of her pussy, a calculated pause that heightened the anticipation in the room. Lying down on my stomach, I grabbed Y/n by the thighs, pulling her closer to my face. A moment of tension hung in the air before I spat on her cunt, a bold move that evoked a gasp from Y/n as my saliva trickled down her ass.

Her hands went down to grip my hair, fingers tangling in the strands as I delved into her cunt with my tongue. The room filled with the symphony of her loud moans, the echoes of pleasure resonating in the intimate space we shared.

With each skillful movement of my tongue, I assaulted her cunt, navigating the delicate balance between pleasure and intensity. The air seemed charged with the electrifying energy of our connection, every moan and every touch pushing her closer to the edge of ecstasy.

"F-Fuck, yes, just like that," Y/n moaned out loud, the room echoing with the raw intensity of her pleasure. My fingers found their way back into her cunt, thrusting in and out with a deliberate rhythm while my tongue continued its assault, drawing out the sweet taste of desire.

As I continued the dual stimulation, Y/n's moans escalated, a symphony of ecstasy that resonated through the room. "F-Fuck Minjeong, I'm gonna c-cum," she squealed, her legs trembling as she teetered on the edge of release. Undeterred, I intensified my assault, bringing her to her edge.

"S-Shit Minjeong!" Y/n screamed, her body convulsing in pleasure as she succumbed to the waves of ecstasy. I helped her ride out the high by gradually thrusting my fingers, maintaining the rhythm that had brought her to such heights.

Once the intensity of her climax subsided, I looked up at Y/n. Her eyes were dilated, staring down at me with a mixture of satisfaction and lingering desire. Pulling my fingers out, I moved up to her, kissing her passionately. Our tongues danced, and I let her taste herself, a moan escaping her lips at the intimate exchange.

In that post-ecstasy embrace, the room held the scent of passion, and the taste of desire lingered on our lips. The connection between us deepened, and as we savored the aftermath of our shared intimacy, the world outside seemed to fade away, leaving only the echoes of pleasure in the quiet space we occupied.

I got up to grab a wet towel for her, a gesture of care in the aftermath of our shared passion. Returning to Y/n, I found her going through her purse, and she handed me a stack of cash. Accepting it, I left it on the nightstand, the transactional aspect of our encounter handled with a silent understanding.

I got closer to her, wet towel in hand, and began to delicately wipe down her body. Y/n sighed contently, a moment of intimacy that transcended the physical act we had just shared. "Thank you," she whispered, her eyes fixed on me. I looked at her with a grin, pulling her chin up for a tender kiss.

"Of course, baby," I whispered back as I went to put the towel away. When I returned to Y/n, I was already changed, settling down next to her to enjoy the quiet companionship that followed the storm of passion.

In the post-ecstasy calm, the room held an air of intimacy, and as we sat together, the world outside seemed distant.

As the lingering quiet settled between us, I began counting the cash Y/n handed me, the sound of each bill rustling through the room, a stark contrast to the intimate symphony that had unfolded just moments before.

"Same time next week?" I asked casually, glancing up from the counting, my tone betraying none of the complexities that danced beneath the surface. The question lingered in the air, carrying with it the unspoken acknowledgment that what had transpired was more than a mere physical exchange.

"Y-Yeah," Y/n sighed out, her response carrying a mix of uncertainty and anticipation. The vulnerability in her voice hinted at the emotional aftermath of our encounter. As she met my gaze, there was a shared understanding, a tacit agreement that went beyond the transactional nature of our arrangement.

The exchange of money, an unspoken acknowledgment of the transaction, emphasized the delicate balance between desire and detachment that defined our connection. The room held the weight of unspoken complexities, a space where the lines between pleasure and business blurred.

With the cash neatly counted and our agreement sealed, I leaned back, a smug satisfaction playing on my lips. "I'll see you then," I purred, the words laced with a sensual undertone. My eyes met Y/n's, a brief but charged exchange that hinted at the complexities beneath the surface.

A slow, deliberate wink accompanied my words, a playful gesture that added an extra layer of intimacy to our parting. In that moment, the room seemed to hold its breath, the lingering energy of our encounter hanging in the air.

As I rose from my seat, the air crackled with a shared understanding—an unspoken acknowledgment of desires met and an agreement to reconvene. The atmosphere, thick with a heady mixture of satisfaction and anticipation, seemed to pulsate as I made my way to the door.

With one last glance over my shoulder, I left, the click of the closing door marking the end of our encounter. The outside world awaited, but the echoes of our shared intimacy lingered, a subtle promise that transcended the confines of the room.

[bogwaterparasite]

Jealousy

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Pairing: Vin Jin x Sunnie (oc)

CW: Obsession, possessiveness

WC: 1k

A/N: This one is one of my friends oc, not mine but I really enjoy them so I used to write about them a lot. This post wasn’t proof read or changed so I am very sorry for any mistakes that might come along the way

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His girlfriend Sunnie was breathtakingly beautiful; Vin Jin knew that deep in his bones, but it infuriated him that every other guy seemed to know it too. He tried so hard to suppress the raging jealousy that burned in his chest whenever she interacted with her male friends. Logically, he understood she would never betray him; her love was pure and unwavering. But god, his heart hissed venom into his mind about how those guys weren't really just friends. They were snakes, slithering around and sinking their fangs into her with sly comments about her radiant looks, thoughtful gifts playing on her kind heart, and those stupid jokes comparing hand sizes like they were measuring something else entirely. It made his blood boil, and it took every ounce of willpower not to overreact and cause a scene that would end up embarrassing both of them.

However, his feelings only seemed to worsen when it came to total strangers staring at his gorgeous girlfriend. It was no surprise she drew stares in public; her calming presence, warm smile, and almost angelic kindness made her approachable to everyone. But the oblivious sweetheart never seemed to notice when they crossed lines, shamelessly flirting right in front of him. So that's how they ended up sharing coffee with this audacious stranger who had just rudely invited himself over, obviously trying to weasel his way into Sunnie's heart right under Vin Jin's fuming glare, going unnoticed because of his tinted shades.

The thick, tension-filled atmosphere was suffocating to Vin Jin, yet he appeared to go completely unnoticed by Sunnie and her new "friend." He felt like a third wheel, forced to watch this man shamelessly attempt to charm the love of his life away right before his eyes, while sweet Sunnie remained naively blind to the slick advances. It took every strained muscle in Vin Jin's body not to simply toss her over one shoulder and storm away from this jackass. He thought he was keeping his temper impressively contained. At least until he heard those damning words slip past the stranger's mouth like a harsh slap across his face.

"What are you doing after this?" Oh, fuck no. Vin Jin's restraint finally snapped like an overstretched rubber band. He had endured enough disrespect, silently stewing as this scumbag relentlessly hit on his woman right under his nose. This was half the man he was supposed to be; there was no way in hell he would let this keep going for one second longer.

"We will be going back to our place, actually! It's getting late, so I think we should head out now." Vin Jin snarled the reply before Sunnie could respond, abruptly standing up and pulling her up with him. His eyes burned holes through the startled stranger. "Such a pleasure meeting you, Michael, was it? Whatever, it's not like she'll need to remember it anyway."

The jealousy continued to simmer within him. Many would think that his demeanor would get distant with her as well for allowing such nonsense, but that wasn't the case at all. He would never let it twist into resentment towards his girlfriend. It wasn't her fault; how could she help being so breathtakingly beautiful? She certainly couldn't control the vulgar remarks of those who would try to come between them. The entire walk home, his expression remained serious, though his hands tenderly caressed hers. His thumb rubbed the back of her hand in circles, and when her heels began to hurt her feet, he didn't hesitate to sweep her up into his arms, carrying her the rest of the way.

Once inside, he led her straight to the bedroom, dropping his weight onto the soft mattress before gently pulling her down beside him. Without a word, he nuzzled his face against her stomach, arms finding their way around her waist in a tender embrace. She combed her fingers through his hair, nails lightly grazing his scalp, allowing the tension to slowly release from his body.

Minutes ticked by, his breathing deepened and steadied thanks to her familiar warmth and the reassuring rhythm of her heartbeat. She continued the lazy motions, stroking his hair, trailing her fingertips along the column of his neck in featherlight patterns. A contented sigh tumbled from her lips as she felt him fully relax against her, the furrows of distress smoothing from his features.

"Feeling better?" She asked with her gentle demeanor, pulling his bangs back to get a clearer image of his face. Vin Jin just hummed out a lazy affirmation, though part of him was still embarrassed over his earlier outburst. "Good," she murmured, the acceptance in her tone furthering his sense of ease as she continued playing with his locks.

He tilted his head back to gaze up at her. His glasses slipped down the slope of his nose, fully exposing the mesmerizing polycoria of his eyes to her adoring stare. An awed reverence swelled within him, as it so often did in her presence. How was this possible?? Out of all the people in this world, she has somehow chosen him, with all his flaws, with all his secrets and insecurities, she still chose him.

Memories of their earlier years flooded his consciousness - the constant teasing, their protective bond with each other, the constant playful flirting that always made him lose sleep as he just replayed the memory in his mind over and over. Even after all the turmoil she had endured by his side, she remained his unwavering angel. She protected and defended him fiercer than anyone else, soothing his fears of rejection, healing the fractures his insecurities wrought with infinite grace. She was a gift, and he would tear the moon from the sky itself to ensure her happiness.

Pushing his glasses fully aside, he scooted upwards until they were face-to-face, tugging her form against his own. "I really am the luckiest man alive," he rasped, voice thickened with awe as his palm cradled her cheek. Leaning in, he captured her lips in a tender, reverent kiss before pulling back, a playful glint shining in his gaze. His grip tightened ever so slightly as he pulled her flush against him, peppering her face with kisses as his hands made sure to hold her tight against him to prevent any sort of escape. After a few moments his playful banter dissipated into a calm, almost shy demeanor. Burying his face into the crook of her neck as he murmured, "Seojun?"

"Yeah?" she answered, her fingers idly toying with the strands at his nape.

"I love you,"

[missywritesfor7]

Cruising Together | PJM

Synopsis: Just a quickie with your boyfriend Jimin.

Pairing: Jimin x Reader

Word count: 961

Warnings: smut. It’s just smut. 🔞

“Last call!” The bartender yells.

“Let’s have one more shot,” you say with an already tipsy smirk.

“You think you can handle it?” Jimin asks.

“I can handle anything,” you say grabbing his arm and leading him to the bar for one last round of drinks.

This is the first vacation you two have been able to go on in a while, a 7-day cruise through the Caribbean. You’re determined to make the most of this much needed getaway with your boyfriend.

It’s nearly 3am and the bar on the ship is getting ready to close for the night. But not before last call.

You opt for a shot of tequila while he goes for a whisky shot. You both toast to a good night and slam the drinks in one go.

“What should we do now?” Jimin asks.

“I don’t know, but I’m not ready to go back to our room yet. I want to spend more time looking hot,” you wink at him twirling around in your purple cocktail dress that you wore to the nights formal dinner.

“You always look hot,” he says pulling you in by your waist for a kiss.

“Then let’s go to the top deck and you can look at me while I look at the stars.”

“As long as I’m looking at you I don’t care where we are,” Jimin grabs your hand intertwining his fingers between yours.

You two reach the top deck which is quiet and completely free of other people. The stars shining in the sky create a beautiful reflection in the vast dark ocean below. The only light in the distance it what is shining off of the crescent moon and through Jimin’s eyes.

“It’s beautiful,” you remark marveling at the artwork of nature in front of you.

“You definitely are,” Jimin whispers into your ear from behind. He wraps his arms around your waist warming your body from the chill twilight breeze.

The heat of his lips leaving a trail of kisses down your neck makes you melt right into your panties. You bite your lip trying to keep your composure but a small moan escapes anyway.

“You must really love this view,” he lightly runs his hand up your thigh pulling up the bottom of your dress just enough to make you shiver from the air hitting your now exposed ass.

“I love it so much,” you whisper in a near moan.

Jimin’s hand gently runs up the inside of your thighs until he reaches your crease making your jump a little.

“Baby you’re so excited,” he purrs into your ear making you clinch his hand between your legs.

He runs his tongue up your neck knowing that you find it irresistible. Your restraint disappears and you turn around to face him and press your lips against his with a sense of urgency.

He lifts the back of your dress cupping your ass in his hands as you slip your tongue into his mouth. His dick hard and poking right into your pelvis.

The only thing that would make this the most memorable night is to have Jimin fuck you in the middle of the starlit ocean.

He looks at you through his lust filled eyes like a man starved for days. There’s a deep rabid growl that rumbles from deep within him. A vibration you can almost feel directly on your clit making your eyes roll to the back of your head.

Your hands start working on unbuttoning his pants as he drops your panties to your ankles and starts swirling his finger around your sensitive bud.

A moan escapes your mouth driving him rabid once you release his dick from his pants and stroke his entire shaft. He wraps your leg around his waist and teases your entrance making you squirm.

“I want you,” you plead. “I want you so bad.”

“Say ‘please’,” he teases.

“Please, baby. Please,” you moan.

He slowly slides his dick inside your dripping pussy sucking every bit of oxygen out of your lungs until his pelvis is flushed with yours.

“You feel so fucking good,” Jimin growls starting at a steady pace.

Only the sea creatures are able to hear your moans from Jimin biting at your breasts and steadily increasing his speed. Your arms are wrapped tightly around his neck and it’s taking everything in you to not wake the entire ship.

He’s got one hand digging into your hips tighter and tighter and the other playing with your breasts that he’s pulled out of the top of your dress.

With every thrust your temperature rises spreading heat from your nipples down to your pussy. You feel so full when he’s inside of you. A fullness you never forget and always crave.

“Don’t stop,” you breathe into his mouth before sucking his bottom lip.

In one fluid motion Jimin lifts your other leg wrapping it around his waist and maintaining his pelvic rhythm while fucking you with nothing but the support of his two arms.

Your body fills to the brim with overwhelming pleasure until you tightly clinch around his dick moaning into his ear.

His breathing narrows as he intensifies his power and pace. Your orgasm boils over making your legs tighten around his waist as you mewl and moan uncontrollably into his neck.

You feel his fingers grip tighter on your hips as he reaches his own climax leaving sloppy kisses all over you.

Both of you catch your breath and Jimin places your legs back on the ground. You tuck your boobs back into your dress and put your panties back on. Once his pants are buckled, he pulls you in for a few more kisses.

“Now lets check out the view from our room.”

[rjzimmerman]

Excerpt from this National Geographic story:

The grizzly bear named 399, likely the most famous bear in the world, was killed by a vehicle on Tuesday south of Jackson Hole, Wyoming, a sad coda to the life of a truly remarkable wild animal, experts say.

At 28 years old, 399 was the oldest known grizzly bear mother in history, birthing at least 18 cubs. She had a yearling cub, Spirit, with her when she died, according to the National Park Service, but its whereabouts—and chances for survival—are unknown.

Not only was 399 a prolific mother, she was a famous sight in and around Grand Teton National Park, attracting a solid fan base of photographers who came to see her ambling around the park with her cub—or, in 2023, her quadruplets.

“I had never encountered an animal like her, and never will again. She was that special,” said nature photographer Thomas D. Mangelsen from the front deck of his rustic log cabin home near Moose, Wyoming, only a few miles from where he first caught a fleeting glimpse of her almost 20 years ago. 

Scientists have speculated 399 chose to raise her young around busy park roads and highways to keep them safer from aggressive male bears, though that also put the family at risk of getting hit by a vehicle. Such wildlife collisions are common in the region, and one of her cubs was previously killed by a vehicle, according to the NPS.

Yet her visibility to the public has also inspired countless visitors to learn more about grizzlies and embrace their conservation, Chip Jenkins, superintendent of Grand Teton National Park, said in a statement.

“She changed the way the federal government and state agencies deal with bears, and the way she magnetized public attention put them on notice that a massive number of people care about bears. That kind of overwhelming sentiment didn’t exist before,” says Sue Cedarholm, a Jackson Hole wildlife photographer.

Born in 1996, 399 was part of a wave of bear recolonization pushing out from nearby Yellowstone National Park into wildlands where grizzlies had been largely eradicated for half a century. (Read how grizzlies bears are rebounding in the West.)

In 2007, 399 attacked a hiker who had approached an elk carcass. At the request of the hiker, then-Teton park superintendent Mary Gibson Scott, and Chris Servheen, the former U.S. Fish and Wildlife Service’s grizzly bear recovery coordinator, opted not to kill 399 or remove her and the cubs from the wild.

After that event, 399 became more well known, and onlookers anxiously awaited to see if she would emerge from hibernation each spring.

She often wandered with her cubs through downtown Jackson Hole and its suburbs. Cindy Campbell, a health care administrator and wildlife advocate who has lived in Jackson Hole for 50 years, has filmed 399 on remote video walking near her door at night.

“Even if people didn’t like grizzlies, it was hard not to have goodwill for 399,” Campbell says. “For the most part, our community embraced the heavy responsibility of her living so close to us, and 399 helped us understand our weaknesses.”

In the days after her emergence, 399 would sometimes draw up to a thousand people in what were called “bear jams,” gatherings that often put her and other wildlife at risk of being killed or involved in a human-wildlife conflict.

That’s why “399 was a symbol and a reminder of how we need to constantly be vigilant in exercising self-restraint,” says Servheen, now board chair of the Montana Wildlife Federation.

[laurageto]

Destiny's Knot Chp3

Gojo

Chp1/Chp2

trigger warning; this story contains hardcore smut, death and childbirth

After introductions, both sets of parents started to negotiate terms of the future partnership. Both you and Satoru had gone to sit by the fire place, it was far enough a way that you both could talk but not to far that you couldn't hear what they were saying.

"My mum says one day we're going to get married" you mumbled, not really sure how to make small talk at your tender age. Satoru scrunched his nose in disgust at your remark. "I'm not getting married, you have to kiss when your married and I'm not kissing girls, they've got cooties!"

You folded your arms stroppily "I so do not have cooties! I wouldn't want to do a kiss on you anyway. Boys stink!"

"So it's settled then? Satoru and Y/n will marry in their adulthood. Any children they have will bare the house name Gojo" Haru grinned at your parents who were looking at eachother for agreement.

"Yes but the child will have Tatsuya branding, as all of our children do. We expect our families to come together as one". Your father held out his hand to Haru who eagerly extended his and their palms clasped together firmly.

"Let's hope that their offspring delivers what we desire, the ultimate sorcerer. Capable of Limitless, Six Eyes, Elemental Manipulation and an infernal drake at their side. The child would be unstoppable, a testament to our two great clans".

The two couples turned to face you and Satoru, panic suddenly washing over their faces.

Satoru was laughing maniacally as you wrapped his body in a blazing hot inferno. None of the flames could touch him of course but that wouldn't stop you from trying.

"Your such a big dummy!" You screeched, launching yourself at him in anger.

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"So yeah, that's how it went! She's still a dummy now" Satoru winked over at you from across the table. You gritted your teeth in annoyance but held your tongue. You knew better than to play him at his own game, he'd be more frustrated at no reaction at all. Shoko raised her eyebrow at him. "I'm surprised she didn't do more than try to set you on fire Satoru, she must of had some restraint.. even as a kid".

You grinned smugly at Shoko's remark, she always had your back. Gojo had no chance.

Ten years on and many things had changed. Your mother had passed away a few years after your meeting with the Gojo family, this left your father as your sole guardian. He continued to be mostly absent so you relied heavily on your grandfather and the friendships you'd built up over the years.

You were sent to study at Jujutsu High when you turned sixteen. There you'd made your own little family, they were your home.

You sat in the lunch hall, lazily slumped on the wooden bench that had been squashed against the wall. The usual gang surrounded you.

Kento and Yu sat to your left having a casual discussion, you weren't interested enough to pay attention to the topic. Directly in front of you sat Mei and Utahime. Gojo and Shoko sat perched at the corner of the table chatting loudly together.

You picked idly at the wet lettuce hanging out of your sandwich, it was obvious to everyone your mind was elsewhere.

A loud bang of a door opening echoed across the room making most of the students turn their heads in the direction of the sound.

Your head instantly perked up at the noise, eyes eagerly anticipating who it could be. As soon as your crimson orbs met his your whole demeanor changed. Jumping up out of your seat you clambered over Nanami and Haibara. "Jeez Y/n watch it!" Yu moaned whilst brushing the water off of his jacket that you'd managed to knock over him in the process.

Once you'd completed the friend obstacle course nothing was in your way. You bounded over to the male and buried your face into his chest. The scent of cinnamon filled your senses, it always reminded you of freshly baked pretzels. Perfectly plump and brown, drizzled with thick white icing and sprinkled with spicy sugar.

You felt fingers grazing your cheek, caressing it before slipping through your ivory locks. Another hand cupped your chin and lifted your face to meet his gaze, lovingly placing a soft peck on your pink lips. You snuzzled in closer and whispered..

"Suguru, I've missed you"

[harukehn]

Commander Week Day 2: Profession

“So, tell me, Commander – has a demon really taken up residence in that pretty little head of yours?”

Harukehn sighed, forgoing an immediate answer in favour of watching flame flicker to life from his lighter and feeling the warmth of it against his skin as he brought it towards his lips.

“No.  It doesn’t work like that,” he said with a drag from what was an ineptly rolled cigarette.  “I think.”

“You think?”  Canach repeated, fixing him with a curious look over the edge of his glass.  “My, you don’t inspire much confidence, do you?  Is that the attitude you lead the Pact into battle with?”

Harukehn rolled his eyes and wondered whether he had made a mistake in letting the fact slip all those nights ago.

“Look, all I know is I’m definitely not possessed, alright?  Is that what you need to hear?”  He replied, sounding far wearier and more irritated in response than the light questioning deserved.  “I know how it feels when my mind isn’t my own.  We both do,” he gave him a pointed look, “and it’s not that.”

“Good to know,” Canach said, feeling the boundary of that line of interrogation.  The Commander had only threatened him once all night.  It would be a shame to spoil that so soon with that specific topic.  “And here was me about to suggest that your, hm, shall we say enthusiasm when we first met could have been blamed on someone else.”

Harukehn shot him a suspicious look as he reached for the short, dark glass bottle that sat between them and poured the brown liquor within into his own empty glass.

“What are you talking about, Canach?”  He asked, a slight lisp to his voice caused by the cigarette between his lips.

Canach’s mouth curled into a smile – the other sylvari seemed to brace for a teasing remark at its appearance – and he began to speak.

“Oh, don’t tell me you’ve forgotten our first little spar,” he said, sitting back in his chair and crossing his legs.  “You came after me with more ferocity than I had been expecting from the great, virtuous Commander.”

“You were really annoying.”

 “So, you stab those who annoy you, then?”  Canach snorted.  “Perhaps I should take up a similar habit.  Though the Tribune might need to watch out.”

Harukehn shrugged.  “You were an enemy.”

“And the biting?”

“You shot me.”

Canach waved a hand dismissively.  “Self-defence.”

Harukehn shook his head and took a sip of the fiery liquid in his glass.  Between that and the smoke filling his lungs, there was a comforting blanket beginning to slip over his mind - a blanket that dulled the very presence of which they spoke.

“Was your demon friend with you for that?”  Canach asked curiously.

“Yes,” Harukehn replied, setting down his glass.  “And if I really didn’t have any control over this power, I’m not sure you’d be sitting here right now.”

Canach tilted his head as he considered the man in front of him and mused whether he should count it as a threat if it was delivered with a smile.

“Next time’s on me then,” he eventually said with a laugh.  “As a token of my gratitude for your incredible restraint.”

[littleperilstories]

The Prince of Thieves: Cross My Heart, Hope Not to Die

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Warnings: Fantasy-esque prison setting, restraints (shackles), mention of infection/infected wound, mention of death, lady whump (w/ male whumper), physical violence, betrayal

This chapter is kind of a fun milestone (for me)! When I realized how in love I was in with Will, Bree, & Jamie's story back in October (Whumptober 2022), I became so obsessed that I ended up writing all the way to the end despite (a) knowing there was no way I could post it all for Whumptober and (b) still having more Whumptober prompts to fill for Fen & Freddie and The Curiosity Collector. This is the first part that got written to actually expand the story, not just to fill a prompt! Look how far we've come!

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Cross My Heart, Hope Not to Die

Teaser: His eyes narrow. “I understand what a deal is, you irritating wench. Now tell me what the fuck you want.” I open my  mouth, about to do so, when he adds, “Just remember this, Miss Cooper: I owe you nothing. Do you really think I care what happens to you? If you rot in here or if you hang?”

Bree

I fiddle with the new shackles Hatchett slapped onto my wrists after he unlocked the one chaining me to the wall. I can’t help but wonder what, exactly, he thinks I will do if my hands are free. Despite their batons and metal-studded shoes, the constables seem to be the ones who are fearful all the time.

Not me. I’m not afraid. I’m confident. Positively brimming with confidence—and with secrets. That is the air I try to exude as he pulls me into his office and closes the door.

“Sit.”

He points to the chair in front of me, and I shuffle my way over, doing my best to make the movement look dignified.

Hatchett looks me up and down, the beginnings of a sneer clawing through his mask of solemnity. “Well? What do you want?”

Off to a good start, then. “A deal.”

“I mean,” he says tartly, “what are the conditions of this deal you so desire?” He leans back in his chair. “Because I’m rather doubtful you have anything of value to give me.”

That’s what you think. If I could cross my arms, I would. I settle for a hard stare. Baden Hatchett thinks he knows everything about me. He doesn’t.

He pulls a face, unintimidated. “Cut the bullshit. Start talking, or I’m throwing you back. I don’t have the time or patience for this.”

“I’m not giving up my information for free.” I have no idea, none whatsoever, if this will work. But I have to try. I have to, because if I don’t… “I’m trading it.”

His eyes narrow. “I understand what a deal is, you irritating wench. Now tell me what the fuck you want.” I open my  mouth, about to do so, when he adds, “Just remember this, Miss Cooper: I owe you nothing. Do you really think I care what happens to you? If you rot in here or if you hang?”

Of course I’m under no illusions that he gives a damn about my fate. Why should he care?

“That man back there,” I say, hating that my words come out in a near-whisper, “he’s dying.”

He chuckles. “Ah. You’re a medical expert now, are you?”

“No,” I snap. “Anyone with any brains can see it. He’s half-delirious. Your fu… Your medic let his wounds—he—he let them get infected.”

Narrowing his eyes, he asks, “Are you suggesting our expertly trained medic is having trouble performing the duties of his job?”

Regret will surely follow my next words. “That’s exactly what I’m suggesting.”

“You dare to make accusations against Mr. Gysborne?” I fucking hate the way he’s looking at me as I talk. Still smirking. Like this is funny. Like he knows something I don’t.

“You can’t even control your own staff,” I say. It’s the first remark that comes into my head, no doubt another stupid thing to say that will piss him off. But as he’s sneering at me like that, suddenly pissing him off is the only thing I want to do. “You need to make him do what you’re paying him to do.”

His face darkens, the muscles in his face and neck tugging into rigidity. Ha. I have, indeed, struck a nerve. “Watch your step, Miss Cooper. Perhaps you ought to choose your words a little more carefully.”

Before I speak again, I take a breath. Savour the victory for a few measly moments. “You can’t let him die.”

Cruel laughter curls across his face. “That is precisely what my role is, Miss Cooper. Or were you somehow unaware of the boy’s sentence?”

My skin prickles. “So you’re all right with just…giving up? Letting him die of fever in there? I thought your role was, precisely, to get him to talk.” I swallow the sickly feeling that’s crawling up my throat. “I really thought you’d care more about the glory of being the one to get him to crack.”

Still he is unmoved. Still he seems amused. “So you’re in here today to plead…what? That I should let him live so you can watch him…hang? You want to make sure you’re in the front row? Or perhaps you’d like to be up there next to him?

The very thought makes me ill.

“That is not what I fucking mean.” I ball my hands into fists, bunching the torn and filthy material of the prison uniform. “He’s suffering.”

Hatchett smiles. “Good.”

“It isn’t,” I say through gritted teeth. “Have a heart, Baden, pl—”

The slap is so fast, so unexpected, it doesn’t even hurt—at first. I gasp and clap one hand to my cheek as it begins to sting, the other hand floating awkwardly before me in its manacle. “What the fu—”

“You,” he snarls, every trace of amusement gone, “do not get to call me by my name. We’re not friends. I’m not on your side. You gave up your right to my given name the night you—”

His words die.

Of course. That’s what this is about.

“I’m sorry,” I breathe, not because I mean it—because I’m not fucking sorry I crept away in the middle of the night without even leaving a note—but because I don’t know what else to say that will make him do what I want.

“Don’t lie to me.” Baden Hatchett takes a breath, straightenes his back, narrows his glare. “You said you had information. I will have it.”

All right. This isn’t going how I planned, but…at least I’m getting somewhere. “I told you. A trade. Make Mr. Gysborne do his job properly. And I will tell you all I know.”

“It can’t be worth much,” he says, rolling his eyes. His violent rage has dissipated as quickly as it erupted. There and gone again in the blink of an eye. “You wish him not to suffer, but you’ll betray him and his friends? Either you’re about to feed me lies or the information is so worthless, you’re willing to share. Either way, this is a bluff. Get out.”

He stands up, he reaches for me, he’s about to drag me back, he’s not going to listen.

His fingers curl around my arm. “You don’t know anything. You were just one of their little runners, a lowly thief and nothing more. You weren’t—you aren’t—worth anything to them, either.”

The final word stings more than any strike across the face ever could.

Hatchett’s eyes are cold. He stands tall, back ramrod-straight, not a fold of his blue uniform out of place. His buttons gleam, his hair cropped so neatly. The perfect picture of a constable.

No. He’s a fucking bastard, and we both know it. Respectable, a shining gold example to us all—on the outside. Inside, a rotting corpse, teeming with worms and maggots.

His throat bobs in the moment of silence as he waits for my next argument.

“After running for them for years,” I say, “I know more than you think.”

He scoffs,“I don’t have time for this,” and jerks me toward the door.

“Wait!” The cry spills out of me, panicked now, desperate. “Please. Just…just listen. Hear me out.”

Pathetic. He doesn’t have to say it. I know exactly what I am.

“I know something no other runner knows.” Does it matter if this is true? There are no other runners around to challenge my word. “About the inner circle.”

An eyebrow drifts upwards, skeptical. “Really.”

Nodding, I try to extricate myself from his iron grip, and to my surprise, his fingers uncurl from my arm.

“I know a secret about the leader. The real one.” I’m whispering now. “And I can tell you about how they work. Recruit runners. Pass messages.”

If we are doomed anyway, what is the point of holding my tongue? Fox’s brother is clever enough to have evaded capture and kept IA going for all these years. Surely he has the wits and foresight to be long gone by now. My brother’s going to kill me, he said that night. Who knows what their relationship was like? Perhaps he skipped town the moment he realized Fox had been arrested.

Hatchett says nothing, but he is listening.

“I will tell you,” I say, tears on my cheeks now. How insincere, even fraudulent, they must seem. Why should I cry? What does any of this matter—should it matter, to me? “If you just give him the help he needs. I’ll—I’ll even do it. If Gysborne is too—too—I don’t know, fucking busy, or whatever the reason is he’s been so neglectful, I’ll do it. If you’ll just let me. Give me medicine, clean water, anything.”

This is coming dangerously close to begging.

His face is impassive save for a faint glitter in his grey eyes. “And why are you going to such lengths for this boy who must die anyway, Miss Cooper?”

“He’s in pain,” I say. “It’s not fair.” It’s not right.

A childish sentiment. Pointless words. Hatchett smiles.

“How do you know him? I confess, I am curious.”

“IA. Obviously.” I can’t pull back the second word in time. Hatchett bristles but keeps his temper in check.

“Seems like more than just two thieves passing in the night.” He drums his fingers against the wall, and the sound burrows into my skull. “You’re practically throwing yourself at my feet to save his life, are you not?” There’s disgust in his words, and he’s right to feel it. “That is surely warranted by more than just the incidental acquaintance of two criminals.”

Baden Hatchett has no right to the story I wrote after I ran away, and certainly no claim to the story of that night.

But he is waiting, and watching, and waiting, and he holds Fox’s fate in his hands—and mine.

“He saved my life,” I say, shuddering slightly as the words come out. I do not want him to know anything about the night Fox saved me.

Hatchett’s head tips to one side. “Did he, now.”

Another shiver runs through me. Why do I feel like I have made a terrible mistake?

He moves on as if what I just said means nothing. “Spill your secrets, then.” Dragging me back to the chair, he shoves me hard enough that I practically fall into the seat. “Now.”

“I want your word,” I whisper. “Let me help him.”

“My prison, my rules, Miss Cooper. Speak first.”

More tears slide down my face now, hot and humiliating. What am I supposed to do?

“Fox isn’t the true leader of Iustitia aecum,” I say. Immediately, Hatchett rolls his eyes.

“That,” he says icily, “is abundantly clear. Try harder.”

Just fucking shut up and listen, then. I don’t say the thought aloud. “He answers to someone else. His family. His brother.”

He blinks.

“If you get the name of one,” I say, “you can get the name of the other.”

You’re even more of a faithless minx than I thought. How I hate that Baden turned out to be right.

“You didn’t know that, did you?”

He doesn’t rise to my jibe. “And what, pray tell, is the boy’s name?”

“I don’t know.” Even if I did, I wouldn’t tell you—a true invasion, a low to which I will not stoop. Avoiding his glare, I stare down at the scratched, weathered wood of his desk. It has been here for a long time, from the look of it. No doubt it will outlive me.

Hatchett is smiling grimly when I look up again. “You can find out, though.”

It sinks in over the course of several seconds what he’s suggesting. “No.”

“I still haven’t decided what to do with you,” he says. His voice has changed. He is coaxing me. Drizzling honey over every word. “Perhaps I could still be swayed not to send you to the gallows. If you proved still…useful.”

“No,” I repeat. That was not part of the plan. Or the deal.

His head tilts to the side. “Think on it, Miss Cooper. Perhaps you will change your mind.”

I want to run, to get away from him, to get away from the damage I’ve already done.

Becoming Hatchett’s obedient little spy is not going to make that happen.

“You owe me more,” he reminds me. “You want to play nursemaid? IA’s methods, then. Now.”

That is what I promised. But I still hesitate.

“Hurry up, Miss Cooper.” Hatchett sits again and folds his arms. “Or else I might lose patience and throw you back in your cell, alone, so you can watch the boy languish in his fever some more. I’ll have Gysborne keep him alive, but only just. And perhaps in his delirium, he’ll give us the information we need anyway.”

A gamble, and a big one at that. Now he’s the one who’s bluffing. “You won’t risk losing your informant.”

“Try me.” His fingers draw circles in the wooden desktop, impatient and lazy at once. “So you’d best speak up. If he dies of infection anyway while you’re waffling in here, we both lose, don’t we? And if that happens…” He smiles, grim as death and slick as hot oil. “Then your grand betrayal will have been worth absolutely nothing.”

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[akuaya-eng]

(Main story) Chapter 6 - Episode 1

- INDIVIDUAL INTENTIONS -

Mere

Records of fallen angels…? The prince really desires something unusual.

Dia

I know it's here. All the records of the ages since this world began.

Mere

Hehe. Who knows. In any case, such records cannot be shown to outsiders. I'm sorry to disappoint you, Dia, but…

Dia

It seems you're mistaken. I'm not here with expectations. Show me the records of the fallen angels. That's an order.

Mere

Oh dear. Those who dwell in the Holy Land do not obey orders from anyone… Tell me, Dia. Why do you, a devil, take the risk of wanting to know about fallen angels? Entering the Holy Land should not be easy for a devil… Isn't it suffocating even now?

Dia

You're too full of yourself, Mere. This level of barrier is nothing to me… Why do I want to know about fallen angels? A meaningless question to buy some time. You have an idea, don't you? It's related to the truth about the calamity.

Kai

The truth about the calamity…

Tis

Is he talking about the one Dih caused?

Mere

An idea… I wonder what you're talking about.

Dia

… Even now you feign ignorance. There's no choice then. (charges energy) --I'll take it by force.

Kai & Tis

…!

Mere

Oh my. I would prefer if you leave peacefully… Kai, Tis. You understand.

Kai

Y-yes, Mr. Mere.

Tis

Isn't there another way? Well, okay…

Kai

Here he comes, Tis!

Dia

--Ha! (attacks)

Kai

(gets in front of Mere with Tis) Gah…!

Tis

Kai! Are you okay!?

Dia

Move aside, Kai, Tis. I only need Mere.

Tis

Hey, Dih, wait a second! (receives an attack) …! Geez! This isn't fun at all!

Kai

It's useless, Tis. Dia is serious. We have to face him seriously too… It's tough, but we have no choice… I'm sorry, Dia! (attacks)

Dia

(blocks) …You're finally getting serious. You weren't just a baby relying on your mother.

Tis

Now that you came all the way to the Holy Land, I wanted to play a different game… Haa! (attacks)

Dia

(blocks) Did you think you found an opening? Hah! (attacks)

Tis

Gah! Dih, you big dummy. I won't bring you any nice antiques anymore!

Kai

This isn't the time for that…

Mere

Wonderful, Kai, Tis. It seems your daily training is paying off. Your reaction speed has improved significantly. Next, focus on increasing the power of each strike.

Tis

Mere! Stop being so relaxed and do something!

Mere

If I step in immediately, it would hinder everyone's growth, don't you think? For Kai, Tis, and Dia too. This opportunity should contribute to the growth of each of your souls.

Dia

(charges) ………

Kai

Mere, it's dangerous!

Dia

---- ……! (attacks)

Kai & Tis

Waaah!

Mere

(blocks) ………

Tis

Oww~… Dih, you're strong…

Kai

Tis, are you hurt?

Tis

In a certain way…

Kai

Good. Mere, are you alright?

Mere

Yes, of course. As expected, Dia. Your magical power is truly remarkable.

Dia

You blocked that with a barrier. I'll commend you, Mere.

Mere

Hehe, being praised makes me happy no matter how old I get. It's a shame, but let's end this now. Ha…!

Dia

(gets restrained) …Guh… My body… won't move…!

Mere

I didn't want to do something like this. But it can't be helped since Mere's children are at their limit.

Dia

…Let me go…!

Mere

Just a little patience. I'll release you once you calm down. Until then--

Espada

--I will not allow you to touch my master!

Dia

…!

Espada

Haaah! (sword strike)

Dia

(restraints disappear) …! Espada, why are you here…

Espada

Lord Dia, are you safe? I have been searching for you.

Dia

If you came here, then… Adder and the others must be involved. Something must have happened over there too… Let's go. There's no time to chat leisurely.

Espada

Understood.

Mere

It's quite a busy day for visitors. Welcome, Espada. Why not relax in the Holy Land? Your master Dia also seems tired.

Espada

Don't be silly. You will pay for your disrespect towards Lord Dia.

Mere

Please don't say that. Now then--

??? (Vanis)

… You're as insidious and persistent as ever.

Mere

Wrath! You've come again. Mere is very, very happy.

Vanis

Dia, Espada. I've arranged for our escape.

Espada

Vanis…!? Why are you here…

Vanis

We'll talk later. Let's hurry before it gets worse.

Mere

I was just about to invite everyone for tea. How about you, Wrath?

Vanis

You're acting all relaxed, but inside you're frustrated, right? Sorry, but this time, you lose, Mere. It'd be a good time to hold a reflection meeting with the angels.

Mere

Wrath, you're talking so much…! Did something good happen? Ah, today is a very good day. I'd love to hear all about it over tea.

Vanis

… Tch. Persistent as ever. Ha! (restrains the three angels)

Kai

… Huh? My body… won't move…

Tis

Mr. Mere~! What is this~!?

Mere

Oh my, I can't believe you used this kind of magic… It's a bit inefficient to buy some time, isn't it?

Vanis

Enough. Dia, Espada, now's the time. (walks away)

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Vanis

The teleportation magic circle is set up in this room. Ready?

Dia

… Wait, I hear something.

Espada

This is… the sound of a piano.

Vanis

That must be... Mere's favorite piano. It plays music even without a player, just like its owner, always showing off.

Dia

It's near the teleportation magic circle. We need to purify it quickly, we have no time.

Espada

Leave it to me, Lord Dia.

Vanis

Let's get this done quickly.

[wonda-ch]

Now that I've mentioned Luca a few times, here's a little something about Luca reuniting with Tishlia and meeting Daeran for the first time.

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In the past few hours, Tishlia had enjoyed the reunion with her dearest friend, Luca, who had been searching for her since her sudden disappearance from her home.

Daeran sat silently with them at the table, watching the handsome mage closely as he held Tishlia's hand with the most natural familiarity, hugging her and seeming closer to her than anyone he had ever known. He still wasn't sure how he should feel about this friend, but not a remark, not a biting comment, not a single word passed his lips as the two spoke.

The two long separated friends had laughed and cried as they tried to catch up on all the important information of the past years. Gradually, they had come to the present, where General Liacenza had arrived in Drezen with Luca and a small, powerful army of the River Kingdom, and was about to join the final march to the Threshold.

The general's true motives were still a mystery to Tishlia in the morning, and Luca's explanations now hit her like a blow to the pit of her stomach. She glanced at Daeran, who suppressed an unbelieving laugh but continued to keep any comment to himself. "Say something," she urged him, "I am at a loss for words. Forget my earlier request and say something."

Daeran took an exaggerated deep breath and looked up at the ceiling for a moment in musing, then, with a mischievous grin on his lips, he looked her straight in the eyes and his lips formed a silent "No!"

From across the table, Luca watched the scene intently and chuckled. "You didn't tell your lover to shut up, did you? I know you can't stand a silent puppet at your side, does that mean his tongue is really so dangerous that you can't let him speak at all?"

"Under certain circumstances, it really is. But I only asked for a little restraint."

Daeran's grinning silence fueled Tishlia's anger more and more, and she glared at him in challenge.

"I spent half the day in the city, trying to learn as much as I could about you and your crusade. Stories about the well-known man at your side were not lacking, and they were extremely revealing and … let's say amusing. No story sounded like he was a bore under your thumb."

"He's not, he's a vindictive, stubborn bastard."

Daeran continued to drink his wine in silence, almost choking on his laughter at Tishlia's accusation. A slight crackle could be heard from her fingertips as she rose to stand in front of her fiancé's chair.

"Ha! You really haven't changed a bit, my love." Luca laughed out loud, already feeling the slight electric tension on his skin. "Every little challenge makes you jump and explode. So neither a crusade nor a handsome man manages to curb your temper a bit?"

"Right now I'm not sure anymore if I really miss you that much."

Luca's hand ran gently down Tishlia's arm and wrapped around hers, smothering the small arcs of electricity without a sign of discomfort. "You did because you love me, we both know that."

"You self-loving peacock. How did I ever get along without you?"

"With the wistful certainty that something is missing in your life."

"Come on, Dae! Please, I don't stand a chance against him without you."

"Oh, you chose him as your backup. Or maybe he just reminds you of me. I love the new dynamic of our friendship already."

Tishlia approached Daeran, placing her hands in his and looking at him with wide, pleading eyes in a final attempt to break his silence. "Please, Dae."

Still smirking, Daeran leaned over and pressed his soft lips to her forehead before whispering. " You are very sexy when you beg, my love."

Triumphantly, Daeran regained his voice and addressed the guest directly, each word dripping with disgust. "Since my reputation already precedes me, we can turn directly to the problem at hand. An impertinent paladin who has taken all the hurdles to follow the princess and love of his life into a legendary battle, where he will help her to a triumphant victory and then carry her gloriously on his shoulders into the sunset of family life. I should leave my seat, the story is so touching that the artists have probably already started their work and the first songs are being sung. Who am I to stand between the princess and her great happiness?"

With amused interest, the half-elf sat up to take a closer look at the count. "Now the story gets exciting, WHO are you, Count Arendae?"

As the two men's appraising gazes met, Tishlia tensed a little, suppressing her impulse to interfere. They both knew they had to get along, the question was how well they could.

Daeran went through all his options as he held the mage's inquiring gaze. With a sideways glance at his fiancée, he grinned, "First, I'm the one who won't be asked to restrain himself for a long time." And much more clearly, and without the slightest hint of his usual sarcasm, he continued directly into Luca's dark brown waiting eyes. "And I am the one who will take Tisha as his wife."

Luca relaxed, smiled approvingly and raised his glass, "That's the way I like it. Cheers then, to the future Countess Arenae."

[bitchiswild]

Sweet Whimpers

Bottom! Winter x Dom F! Reader

Word Count: 2.6k

Warnings: uhh smut☝️

A/n: smuttt😩☝️

Requested: for Lisa but that’s on Wattpad

The room was enveloped in a charged atmosphere, the air thick with desire and the sound of Minjeong's soft whimpers. Her pleas echoed through the space like a haunting melody, and for a moment, it felt like the world outside ceased to exist.

"Please," she whimpered, her voice a desperate plea that seemed to linger in the air. Her vulnerability was like an intoxicating note in the symphony of the moment.

I gazed at her, captivated by the longing in her eyes, a silent invitation that didn't need words. "Please what?" I asked, my head cocked to the side, a subtle smirk playing on my lips as I sensually moved against her, the heat between us intensifying.

Minjeong's arm remained restrained, tied to the chair, adding a layer of vulnerability to the scene. Her desperation grew more palpable. "Please touch me," she begged, her words a whispered confession that hung in the air.

The room seemed to pulse with anticipation, the tension building as desire and restraint collided. In that charged moment, the power dynamics shifted, and the symphony of their shared desire played on, each note building towards an inevitable crescendo.

I tsked, rising gracefully from her lap, a sinister amusement dancing in my eyes. "Look at you," I remarked disdainfully, my tone dripping with derision. "So pathetic. Where's the fierce CEO everyone knows? Because all I see in front of me is a pathetic, whimpering mess."

The room seemed to shrink under the weight of my words, and a tense silence settled as I circled her like a predator, my steps deliberate and purposeful. My fingers traced a sensuous path along her shoulder, the touch both intimate and menacing.

The dim light accentuated the shadows on her face as she struggled to maintain composure, a futile attempt to conceal the vulnerability I had exposed. The power dynamic had shifted, and the once formidable CEO now found herself ensnared in a web of vulnerability and desire.

I leaned in, my lips grazing the curve of her ear, my voice a low, dangerous whisper. "Tell me, where did that confident persona vanish to? Or was it just a façade all along?" My words hung in the air, a calculated challenge that punctuated the charged atmosphere.

Her response was swallowed by the silence, the room pregnant with unspoken tension. As I continued to circle her, the darkness in my gaze mirrored the shadows that danced on the walls—a stark reflection of the power play unfolding in the intimate space between us.

Minjeong's shaky breath hung in the air, a visible manifestation of the desire that pulsed between us. The room seemed to vibrate with tension as her plea reached my ears, an urgent invitation that stirred the already charged atmosphere.

"Touch me, Y/n," she whimpered once more, her voice a desperate plea that echoed in the shadows of the room. Her attempts to move her restrained arm were met with frustration, a visible struggle that added another layer to the magnetic pull between us.

I observed her, the subtle rise and fall of her chest betraying the anticipation that gripped her. The air seemed electrified with longing, and in that moment, the boundaries blurred between dominance and submission.

A predatory grin played on my lips as I yielded to her request, my fingers tracing a teasing path along the contours of her skin. The touch was deliberate, a dance of desire that left no room for escape. The room held its breath, and the sensation of our bodies colliding with unspoken passion set the stage for the unraveling of a desire that had been simmering beneath the surface.

My hands moved with deliberate intent, navigating down to Minjeong's pants, unbuttoning them and pulling them down with a controlled, measured motion. The room seemed to pulse with the heightened tension, the anticipation palpable as a growing wet patch on her panties betrayed the desire that simmered within her.

"Turned on, baby?" I questioned her with a smirk, reveling in the control that hung in the air. Minjeong let out a shaky sigh as my fingers caressed the warmth between her thighs, the physical response to my touch evident.

Getting no verbal response, I decided to tighten the hold on the reins of our encounter. Gripping her hair, I pulled it back, forcing her to face me. Minjeong's pupils dilated, a testament to the desire that coursed through her veins.

"I asked you a question, baby, and I want an answer," I whispered, my voice low and commanding. The hardening of my gaze mirrored the intensity of the moment, as if the question held a significance beyond the physical act unfolding between us. The silence hung heavy in the room, broken only by the unspoken exchange of desire and the unrelenting tension that bound us together in that intimate dance.

As Minjeong struggled to find her voice, the air crackled with a potent mixture of desire and anticipation. Her breath hitched, caught between the pleasure building within her and the demand for a response. My grip on her hair tightened, a silent insistence that she answer the question.

"Y-yes," she finally managed to gasp out, her voice a soft admission that hung in the charged atmosphere. Her confession seemed to ignite a spark, the flames of desire flickering higher.

Satisfied with her response, I released her hair, my fingers tracing a sensual path down her neck. I could see the hunger in her eyes, the need for more, and I reveled in the control I had over her desires.

My hand returned to its previous exploration, fingers dancing along the edge of her panties. With a teasing motion, I dipped beneath the fabric, feeling the warmth and wetness that awaited. Minjeong's breath hitched again, a mixture of pleasure and longing escaping her lips.

"Such a good girl," I purred, my voice a sultry whisper that added to the intensity of the moment. I held Minjeong's face, drawing her into a sensual kiss. Our lips met in a heated dance, a meeting of passion that seemed to ignite the very air around us. The warmth of the embrace intensified, and the world outside faded away.

Breaking the kiss, I traced a path of soft kisses down her neck, savoring the shiver that ran through her body. A low, guttural groan escaped her lips, a symphony of pleasure that echoed in the charged atmosphere. The room seemed to pulse with the rhythm of our shared desire, a private dance that unfolded in the intimate spaces between kisses.

As I reached down to untie Minjeong. The moment her restraints were released, she stood up, a hunger in her eyes, and without hesitation, she carried me towards the bed. With an unexpected force, she threw me onto the mattress, a mix of excitement and passion fueling the movement.

As I lay on the bed, Minjeong wasted no time getting on top of me, her lips planting a trail of kisses down my neck. The sensation sent shivers through my body, and unable to contain the building desire, I instinctively bucked my hips into hers, a silent plea for more.

Her attention focused on the rhythm of our shared passion, I seized the opportunity to shift the dynamics. With a swift move, I managed to flip us around, now taking the dominant position. The power balance tilted, and I hovered over Minjeong, our eyes locked in a fierce exchange of desire.

"Let me please you, baby," I murmured, my voice a sultry whisper that hung in the air like a promise. Leaning down, my lips brushed against her earlobe, sending a shiver down her spine. As I spoke, my hand trailed sensually down her body, my touch igniting a fervent response.

Her hips bucked against me in response to my caress, a silent plea for more. The room seemed to pulse with the shared anticipation of what was to come. I could feel the intensity building between us, a magnetic force pulling us into a realm where desire reigned supreme.

My hips moved in a rhythmic grind against her clothed pussy, the friction eliciting a deep, guttural groan of desire from her.

My movements continued with a deliberate sensuality as I descended, positioning my face near her cunt. A charged anticipation hung in the air as I inhaled her sweet scent, savoring the intimate fragrance that enveloped her. The tip of my nose brushed against the fabric covering her pussy, a teasing caress that hinted at the pleasure to come.

"You smell amazing, baby," I whispered, my words a heated murmur against the fabric. The acknowledgment of her enticing scent added an extra layer of desire to the already charged atmosphere. "I can't wait to touch you."

With that declaration, my tongue traced the damp patch on her covered crotch, the fabric now a testament to the building intensity between us. The taste of her desire lingered on my tongue, and a low, throaty moan escaped her lips—a symphony of pleasure echoing in the intimate space we shared.

I began to pull down her panties, savoring the gradual reveal. As the fabric slid down, exposing her wet cunt, a low, needy sigh escaped her lips.

My fingers, now freed from the constraints of fabric, caressed her soaking cunt. "Fuck, baby, you're soaking," I remarked with a smirk, my voice low and edged with desire. The room hummed with the electric tension between us as I began to insert my fingers in her wet, responsive pussy. My fingers moved with purpose, thrusting in and out, while my thumb played a teasing dance on her clit.

As pleasure surged through her, Minjeong moaned loudly, her voice echoing in the room, a symphony of arousal and surrender. "Y-You!" she confessed, the admission a mixture of need and pleasure that fueled the fire between us.

Her breaths quickened, a silent plea for more, as my fingers continued their relentless assault on her wet cunt. The rhythm of our shared desire intensified, each movement building towards a climax that hung in the air, a promise of ecstasy that lingered on the precipice of release.

I pulled my finger out of her pussy, a calculated pause that heightened the anticipation in the room. Lying down on my stomach, I grabbed Minjeong by the thighs, pulling her closer to my face. A moment of tension hung in the air before I spat on her cunt, a bold move that evoked a gasp from Minjeong as my saliva trickled down her ass.

Her hands went down to grip my hair, fingers tangling in the strands as I delved into her cunt with my tongue. The room filled with the symphony of her loud moans, the echoes of pleasure resonating in the intimate space we shared.

With each skillful movement of my tongue, I assaulted her cunt, navigating the delicate balance between pleasure and intensity. The air seemed charged with the electrifying energy of our connection, every moan and every touch pushing her closer to the edge of ecstasy.

"F-Fuck, yes, just like that," Minjeong moaned out loud, the room echoing with the raw intensity of her pleasure. My fingers found their way back into her cunt, thrusting in and out with a deliberate rhythm while my tongue continued its assault, drawing out the sweet taste of desire.

As I continued the dual stimulation, Minjeong's moans escalated, a symphony of ecstasy that resonated through the room. "F-Fuck Y/n, I'm gonna c-cum," she squealed, her legs trembling as she teetered on the edge of release. Undeterred, I intensified my assault, bringing her to her edge.

"S-Shit Y/n!" Minjeong screamed, her body convulsing in pleasure as she succumbed to the waves of ecstasy. I helped her ride out the high by gradually thrusting my fingers, maintaining the rhythm that had brought her to such heights.

Once the intensity of her climax subsided, I looked up at Minjeong. Her eyes were dilated, staring down at me with a mixture of satisfaction and lingering desire. Pulling my fingers out, I moved up to her, kissing her passionately. Our tongues danced, and I let her taste herself, a moan escaping her lips at the intimate exchange.

In that post-ecstasy embrace, the room held the scent of passion, and the taste of desire lingered on our lips. The connection between us deepened, and as we savored the aftermath of our shared intimacy, the world outside seemed to fade away, leaving only the echoes of pleasure in the quiet space we occupied.

I got up to grab a wet towel for her, a gesture of care in the aftermath of our shared passion. Returning to Minjeong, I found her going through her purse, and she handed me a stack of cash. Accepting it, I left it on the nightstand, the transactional aspect of our encounter handled with a silent understanding.

I got closer to her, wet towel in hand, and began to delicately wipe down her body. Minjeong sighed contently, a moment of intimacy that transcended the physical act we had just shared. "Thank you," she whispered, her eyes fixed on me. I looked at her with a grin, pulling her chin up for a tender kiss.

"Of course, baby," I whispered back as I went to put the towel away. When I returned to Minjeong, I was already changed, settling down next to her to enjoy the quiet companionship that followed the storm of passion.

In the post-ecstasy calm, the room held an air of intimacy, and as we sat together, the world outside seemed distant.

As the lingering quiet settled between us, I began counting the cash Minjeong handed me, the sound of each bill rustling through the room, a stark contrast to the intimate symphony that had unfolded just moments before.

"Same time next week?" I asked casually, glancing up from the counting, my tone betraying none of the complexities that danced beneath the surface. The question lingered in the air, carrying with it the unspoken acknowledgment that what had transpired was more than a mere physical exchange.

"Y-Yeah," Minjeong sighed out, her response carrying a mix of uncertainty and anticipation. The vulnerability in her voice hinted at the emotional aftermath of our encounter. As she met my gaze, there was a shared understanding, a tacit agreement that went beyond the transactional nature of our arrangement.

The exchange of money, an unspoken acknowledgment of the transaction, emphasized the delicate balance between desire and detachment that defined our connection. The room held the weight of unspoken complexities, a space where the lines between pleasure and business blurred.

With the cash neatly counted and our agreement sealed, I leaned back, a smug satisfaction playing on my lips. "I'll see you then," I purred, the words laced with a sensual undertone. My eyes met Minjeong's, a brief but charged exchange that hinted at the complexities beneath the surface.

A slow, deliberate wink accompanied my words, a playful gesture that added an extra layer of intimacy to our parting. In that moment, the room seemed to hold its breath, the lingering energy of our encounter hanging in the air.

As I rose from my seat, the air crackled with a shared understanding—an unspoken acknowledgment of desires met and an agreement to reconvene. The atmosphere, thick with a heady mixture of satisfaction and anticipation, seemed to pulsate as I made my way to the door.

With one last glance over my shoulder, I left, the click of the closing door marking the end of our encounter. The outside world awaited, but the echoes of our shared intimacy lingered, a subtle promise that transcended the confines of the room.

[cooltshirttips]

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[smallgodseries]

[image description: A brown leather armchair sits on patterned carpeting (of a sort one might find in a haunted Colorado hotel) in front of an ancient brick wall. The red eyes at the top of its armrests glower threatening.  A desperate hand reaches up from the crease between seat and chair back, as does a word balloon that reads: “For the love of God, Montressor!”  Text reads, “Ethan Allen Poe, Small God of Carnivorous Furniture, 225”]

• • • • •

(Hello.  This is the Chronicler.  Our Artist doesn’t get many opportunities to address you directly, save through small encoded details in the official portraiture, which I assume will allow him to complete a paragraph somewhere in the order of fifty years from now, so I attempt to show the same restraint.  I must, however, make a small exception in this case:

Ethan Allen may seem like an unremarkable god.  A god of slapstick, a god easily overlooked and forgotten.  But while I have never been among his faithful, he haunted my childhood nightmares for well over a decade, and I don’t think I’m alone in that.  So I am personally glad to have his iconography recorded as a warning to others, and hope this will lessen his grasp over others like me.)

Everyone has encountered one of his shrines.  The chair you can’t get out of; the couch whose cushions constantly steal the remote; the bed where your one-night stand was last seen (and why did they leave without their shoes, anyway?).  Furniture with suspicious intentions is scattered all around the world.

There are some who say that Ethan Allen has been with us since the beginning of man, that he was first called into being in the days when we hadn’t yet figured out that using alligators as benches was a bad idea, when a beanbag and a bear were essentially the same thing.  The carnivorous label was more literal in those days.  Now, while some shelves may seem to thirst for blood and some particularly overstuffed chairs may seem to hunger for children, there are remarkably few fatalities.

This is still the stuff of nightmares.

Mid-century Modern is immune to swallowing the unwary, but inclined to draw blood.  Ikea is the colorful candy shell above the abattoir.  In the end, our furnishings are made from the broken bodies of trees and textiles, or the processed remains of the long-dead, and like all risen corpses, they sometimes hunger to taste the living.

The chase longue is hungry.

Try not to be the flesh that feeds it.

• • • • •

Join Lee Moyer (Icon) and Seanan McGuire (Story) Monday, Wednesday, and  Friday for a guide to the many small deities who manage our modern  world:

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[topgunruinedme]

Master List 2

I am not the original owner of these prompts, the original owners are: @poohsources and @wicked-remarks.

Their websites can be found bellow:

Poohsources and wicked-remarks

I will be attempting to release at least one post per week starting the 7th of November.

My inbox is open and comments are appreciated if you have any particular prompts or ships you would like to see.

Top Gun prompts:

~Kinks~

- Choking

- Accidental Stimulation

- Thigh Riding

- Daddy kink

- Phone Sex

- First time

- BDSM/ rough sex

- Sex toys

- Roleplay

- Voyeurism

- Edging

- Overstimulation

- Lingerie

- Restraints

- Pegging

- Public/Semi-public sex

- Caught masturbating

- Hate sex

- Threesome

- Breeding Kink

- Praise Kink

- Mutual masturbation

- Sex Pollen

- Dom/Sub dynamic

- Orgasm control

- Degradation kink

- Size kink

- Stockings

- Fingering

- Blow job

AUs and prompts;

- Royalty

- Enemies to lovers

- Pirate

- Role Reversal

- Roommates

- Neighbours

- Fantasy

- Western/Cowboy

- Childhood Friends

- Flower Shop

- Private detective

- Arranged Marriage

- College

- Soulmate AU

- Art school

- First meeting

- Proposal/ Confessions

- Blind Date

- Partners in crime

- Professional rivals

- Stalker AU

- Mob AU

~Talking teasing~

# i can’t stop thinking about you.

# i’m gonna make you scream my name. 

# you won’t be able to walk straight after i’m done with you.

# you like it when i talk dirty to you, don’t you ? 

# i’m planning to turn you into a dripping mess. 

# You make me so horny i can’t think straight. 

# i’ve been thinking about bending you over that table and just having my way with you. 

# you’ve been a bad girl / boy, and deserve a punishment. 

# you’re gonna come for me later ? 

# i’ve been touching myself to the throught of what you’re gonna do to me. 

# you’re gonna be a good girl / boy ? 

# i want you to take control. 

# you didn’t think i’d just let you get away with all this teasing, right ? 

# if there weren’t so many people watching us, i’d already be on my knees in front of you. 

# i’ve got a suprise planned for you later. 

# tonight is gonna be all about you. 

# i’m wearing some nice new lingerie for you. 

# do you see how hard / wet you’ve already made me ? 

# your moans are music to my ears. 

# i don’t normally do this, but you bring out this craziness in me. 

~Doing actions~

[ PALM ] ― your muse palms my muse’s penis / breasts through their clothes.

[ NIBBLE ] ― your muse gently nibbles on my muse’s earlobe.

[ SEDUCTION ] ― my muse whispers dirty nothings into their ear.

[ FRENCH KISS ] ― your muse kisses my muse with tongue.

[ WATCH ] ― my muse starts to masturbate in front of your muse.

[ CLOTHES OFF ] ― your muse helps my muse undress.

[ WALL ] ― your muse pins my muse against the closest wall.

[ GRIND ] ― your muse teasingly grinds against my muse.

[ SEXTING ] ― my muse sends your muse a dirty text / picture.

[ VIBRATION ] ― your muse controls a sextoy my muse has inside of them.

[ MASSAGE ] ― my muse gives your my a sensual massage.

[ BLINDFOLD ] ― my muse makes your muse wear a blindfold.

[ FLASH ] ― my muse ‘accidentally’ flashes your muse.

[ SUCK ] ― your muse sucks on a banana / lollipop in front of my muse.

[ STRIP ] ― my muse gives your muse a strip tease.

[ DANCE ] ― my muse dances seductively for your muse.

[ TIES ] ― my muse ties your muse down on the bed.

[ SPANKING ] ― your muse spanks my muses’ ass.

[ PORN ] ― our muses watch a dirty movie together.

[ LAP ] ― my muse sits on your muses’ lap and teases them.

[poge-life]

365 Days pt 2~ Rafe Cameron

Summary: After barely spending anytime with Rafe after that day on the druthers, Rafe invited you to go with him to a family dinner to make-up for it. After quickly returning home, he decides to show you exactly what he’s wanted to do with you.

Warnings: Smut (duh), choking, spanking, sex against a window, oral (m receiving), fingering, cream-pie, name calling (mostly slut), Rafe being a total babe.

Free ship or story to anyone who can guess how many times I wrote moan in this because I know I used it a lot lmao

word count: 4.1k

365 days

You and Rafe hadn’t had a moments peace since that day on the Druthers. Rafe had been swept away by Topper and Kelce and you had been doing some volunteer work with your mom. Since that day on the Druthers, your need for Rafe had grown stronger. Rafe did indeed ruin you for other men and that was fine. 

Of course he would stay over most of the time but he would always be gone when you would wake up due to his best friends coming to take him away for the day. But tonight, Rafe had told you that you would be joining him in going to dinner with his family and you were excited to spend time with him, even if it was with his entire family.

Rafe had come to pick you up in order to get ready at his house and you’d be lying if you said you didn’t have the urge to climb over the console and just ride him in your driveway. But you gave yourself a pat on the back for having that much self restraint. Rafe had picked out your outfit for the night; a red dress that had a look back and clung to you in all the places that drove Rafe crazy. He loved the color red on you, the way it made (y/s/c) glow. You paired it with a pair of black heels and the jewelry Rafe had gifted you.

Rafe was dressed in black from head to toe. A black button up that was rolled up to the elbows tucked into his black dress pants with a pair of black buckle shoes. He had on a gold chain and his rings that you oh-so-loved on his fingers. He left his hair messy, just the way you liked it.

“Damn,” Rafe spoke, leaning against the bathroom door, “I’m the luckiest guy in the Outer Banks. I’m tempted to just tell my dad to fuck off so I can spend all night doing very bad things to you.”

You felt your heart race at his words. It wasn’t like you and Rafe to go this long without having sex and it was driving you nuts. You turned and leaned up against the bathroom sink as Rafe moved closer to you, “I know you’d prefer that over going to dinner. And I know you think about that day out on the boat. Because it’s all I think about.”

“Just how much you came apart for my dick and my mouth and my fingers,” He continued, “I turned you from this good little girl to my needy little slut who will do anything I say. And I know you like it.” 

You clench your thighs to keep your arousal at bay from his words. It was no secret to anyone that Rafe had a dirty mouth. He oozes major sex appeal. And he was all yours.

You pushed off the sink, making your way over to him. You wrapped your arms around his neck as Rafe placed his hands on your waist, giving it a squeeze before he moved on to give your ass a squeeze.

“As much as I would love for you to fuck me, and trust me, I really want you too,” you told him, looking up at him through your lashes, “you need to prove to your dad you can handle the business.”

Rafe groaned, knowing you were right. He leaned down and placed his lips on yours, pulling away before he could deepen it. Rafe laughed at the pout on your face, giving your ass a pat before he pulled away, “C’mon, the quicker we go to dinner, the quicker we can fuck.”

Dinner wasn’t as bad as you expected. Of course, Rafe had to make a few remarks to John B but you and Sarah quickly shut it down before it could escalate. 

Rafe had his hand on your thigh the entire night and you couldn’t help but wish he would move it just a little bit higher up your dress. He just looked so good and you didn’t understand how you managed to snap him up.

You couldn’t help but wiggle in your seat the closer you got to his house. Rafe had granted your wish and placed his hand just underneath the hem of your dress, but had his pinky rubbing the skin of your upper thigh and just that alone was enough for you to get going. 

Shutting off his truck, you waited for Rafe to come around and open your door. This was the Rafe that you fell in love with. The Rafe that was never mean to you. The Rafe that was always sweet and a gentleman. 

He held out his hand and you grabbed a hold of it, hoping out of the truck. Rafe shut the door and quickly pushed up against it, tilting your head up to look at him, “what should I do with you tonight, hm?”

You trailed your fingers down his chest, stopping just on his belt, tugging him closer to you, “Mm, you could start by giving me a kiss.”

Rafe smirked at you, nodding his head as he leaned down and gave you what you wanted. Tangling your fingers in his hair, you gave it a tug, causing Rafe to press against you, feeling his obvious arousal against your lower stomach.

You pulled away after biting down on his bottom lip, looking up at him. His lips were swollen and his pupils were dilated and his hair was even messier than before. And you loved it. 

“We should go inside before I fuck you right here.” He whispered, pulling you with him up the walkway. Not before seeing your flustered look at the thought of Rafe fucking you against the side of his truck.

He shut the front door behind him and pulled you tight against him, wrapping his hand around your throat, giving it a soft squeeze. You let out a quiet moan at the feeling, looking up at him. Rafe applied a little more pressure as he leaned down to connect your lips together again. He let go of your throat to slide his hands down your waist, over the curve of your ass, and to the back of your thighs, giving them a squeeze. He bent down a bit and picked you up, causing you to wrap your legs around his waist. 

Trailing your lips down his jaw and to his neck, you sucked just under his jaw, right where his sweet spot was as he walked you up the stairs and to his room. Rafe tapped the side of your thigh, signaling for you to get down. He opened his door and ushered you into his room, shutting the door as you walked over to his window. 

From Rafe’s room, you had a nice view of the pier. You spent many mornings sitting out on the little balcony he had, watching the sunrise when you couldn’t sleep. It was those little moments that you savoured with him before both of you got whisked away for the day.

Rafe walked up behind you, wrapping his arms around your waist, placing his chin on your shoulder. You placed your hands on top of his as you leaned back in his embrace, just listening to the quiet.

“You know,” Rafe spoke quietly, “I’ve always wanted to fuck you against this window.”

You hummed, turning your head to look over at him with a smirk, “so what’s stopping you? Sarah isn’t coming home tonight and your parents won’t be back for a while.”

“Fuck, I love that your just as dirty as I am.” He groaned, spinning you in his arms before walking you backwards and pressing you against the window. 

Goosebumps showed up from the coolness of the glass against your warm skin. Rafe slid his hand up your thigh and pushed up the bottom of your skirt...only to be met with absolutely nothing. 

His eyes darkened as he realized you had gone all night without any underwear, “you’ve been walking around without any underwear?”

You nodded, pulling your bottom lip between your teeth as your face heated up from the look he was giving you. He slid two fingers between your folds, moaning at the feeling of how wet you were. Rafe brought his two fingers up to your mouth and motioned for you to open it. You didn’t break eye contact as you leaned forward and wrapped our lips around his fingers, going down to the knuckles.

Rafe’s mouth dropped slightly as he watched your mouth work on his fingers. You swirled your tongue around his fingers, licking up your arousal. Rafe pulled his fingers out of your mouth and brought them back between your legs, slowly pushing them into your wet pussy.

You let out a moan at the feeling. You clenched around his fingers, causing him to smirk at you, “Already? I’ve barely done anything and you’re already clenching around my fingers.”

You threw him a glare which didn’t last long, as you threw your head back against the glass, arching your back as he maneuvered his wrist to hit that spot, “Fuck!”

“Fuck babe, you’re dripping.” 

You looked down at his wrist to see your arousal coating his palm and looked back up at him, “mm, you have that affect on me.”

Rafe felt pride swell up in his chest at your words. He loved the way he made you feel. And he knew he was the only guy who could make you feel this way. Like you said, he ruined you for other guys. And you were perfectly okay with that.

You felt that pressure build up in your stomach, causing you to reach down and grab hold of his wrist as you arched your back off the glass, “Fuck, Rafe!”

“You gonna cum?” He teased, “You know what you have to do, baby.”

You opened your eyes to glare at him, knowing he wouldn’t let you cum unless you beg him for it.

You slowly started grinding down against his hand as you leaned forward, “Please let me cum...daddy.”

“I’m not sure you deserve it, baby. And you wanna know why?”

You nodded as you shut your eyes as he picked up speed with his fingers, “because you walked around without any underwear on. Anyone could have seen your pussy. My pussy.”

“I’m sorry, daddy,” you pouted, looking up at him through your lashes but Rafe shook his head, “Mm, do you want someone else to see my pussy? You want someone else to see how slutty you can be?”

You shook your head no as you moved to grip his shoulders, digging your nails into the fabric of his shirt, “I’m sorry, daddy. I don’t want anyone to see your pussy.”

Rafe tangled his hand in your hair and yanked it back, causing you to let out a moan, “That’s right. You’re my slut. My naughty little girl. So beg me to let you cum. Beg me like the naughty little girl you arm.”

You practically came right there from his words. You stuck out your bottom lip as you looked up at him, “I’m sorry, daddy. Please let me cum. I’ll be good. I wanna cum. Wanna be good for you.”

Rafe hummed as he leaned down to suck on your neck before nipping at your ear, “so cum. Cum on my fingers.”

You felt the fabric of his shirt rip as you gripped it and you knew you would have fallen if Rafe didn’t have hold of you as your climax took over you. Rafe slowly pulled his fingers out of you and they were covered in your cum.

Your mouth dropped as you watched him suck your arousal off his fingers. He raised an eyebrow at you as he pulled his fingers out of his mouth with a pop, “Want to taste?”

You nodded your head and Rafe slammed his mouth against yours, biting your bottom lip as he forced his tongue in your mouth. The kiss was hot and just straight tongue and spit and it was perfect. Just the way you liked it. 

Rafe pulled away and looked over at your appearance. Your hair was slightly messy from him pulling on it and your chest was quickly rising. The bottom of your dress was pushed up above hips and your thighs glistened with your arousal.

“Fuck, you look so hot right now.”

Rafe grabbed your hand and pulled you over with him to his bed. He sat down and pulled you down with your legs on either side of him. His hands were on your ass, tightly gripping it as you moved yours to play with his hair.

“Want your dick, baby.” You mumbled, leaning down to place your lips on his as you started to move your hips against his. Rafe tightened the grip he had on your waist as he pulled away from the kiss, “So take it. You want it, do it yourself.”

You quickly jumped up from your spot on his lap and dropped to your knees in front of him, undoing his belt and quickly popping the button and pulling down the zipper. He lifted his hips up so you could pull down his pants and boxers. 

Your mouth watered at the sight. His dick was glorious. The tip was red and dripping with precum and every vein looked tempting. You leaned forward and placed a delicate kiss on the tip, causing him to buck his hips up and grab ahold of your hair, “Don’t be a fucking tease.”

You wrapped your lips around the top of his dick and slowly worked the way down. Rafe was thicker than most and had a decent length to it. He definitely gave other guys a run for their money with his dick. You struggled the first few times you gave him head, only ever having given two guys head before.

Your nose was pressed against his pelvis and Rafe thrusted his hips up, causing you to gag and pull away. You took a breath before sucking on the tip. Rafe threw his head back with a groan as he tightened his grip around your hair, “Fuck, baby.”

You pulled his dick out of your mouth and trailed your tongue down the base. You wrapped your hand around him and started to twist your wrist. You leaned down and sucked one of his balls in your mouth, causing him to jump and look down at you in surprise.

This was the first time you had ever done that and he was conflicted on how it felt. On one hand, it felt weird and on the other, it felt fantastic, “Holy shit. That feels good.”

You threw him a wink and moved to suck on the other one. You released it with a pop and went back to sucking on his dick. Rafe grabbed your head with both of his hands and started to quickly thrust into your mouth. You let out a moan at the feeling and Rafe tensed up at the vibrations on his dick.

“Gonna cum right down your slutty little throat.”

You let out another moan at his words, eyes rolling back as you felt your arousal begin to grow again. Rafe let out a smirk as he slowly pulled out of your mouth, “stick your tongue out, baby.”

You did as he said and Rafe tapped his dick against it before sliding back into your mouth. He held your head down against his pelvis and let out a loud moan as he felt your throat contract around his dick.

You grabbed hold of his thighs as he thrusted into your mouth, still holding your head and you felt his thighs tense up, knowing he was about to cum.

 Rafe threw his head back and tightened his grip on your hair as he felt his cum shoot into your mouth. He slowly pulled his dick out of your mouth and groaned at the cum that dripped down your chin. You stuck your tongue out before closing your mouth and swallowed, sticking your tongue out again to show him you swallowed it.

“Good girl.” he smirked, rubbing his thumb on your cheek.

You pushed yourself off the floor and pushed him to lay back on the bed as you crawled on top of him, “Need you to fuck me, Rafe. Need your cock so bad.”

Rafe grabbed hold of your ass before bringing his hand down on it. Hard. You let out a moan at the stinging sensation and he soothed the skin by rubbing his hand over where he just smacked, “Yeah? My needy little slut needs her daddy’s big dick? Tell me what you want.”

You sat up and slowly started to unbutton his shirt, “need you to fuck me, daddy. Hard. Need you to show me whose pussy it is.”

Rafe sat up so you could slide his shirt off his shoulders and he moved his hands to pull off your dress, moaning at the sight of your pierced nipples.

You let out a giggle as he leaned forward to suck one of them into his mouth. You shut your eyes and tangled one of your hands in his hair as his other hand came up and played with your other breast.

“God, I can’t get over how perfect your tits are.” He whispered, looking up at you. You rolled your eyes and tugged on his hair, “it’s not like you have a picture of them as your lock screen.”

He shrugged as he moved to flip you over so you now laid underneath him,”need some type of motivation to get up for the day.”

“You’re such a goof.” You smiled causing him to give you his actual smile before he leaned down to place his lips on yours. He grabbed hold of your knee and pulled it up to wrap around his waist as you wrapped your arms around his neck. Rafe moved his hand between the two of you to grab hold of his dick and slid the tips between your folds before pushing all the way in. 

Your back arched up off the bed at the feeling of Rafe all the way in you. As much as you two have sex, it always takes a minute for you to get use to his size. Rafe had both of his hands on either side of your head as he slowly began to pull out of you. 

He pulled out to leave just the tip in, before quickly thrusting back in. Letting out a loud moan, you dug your nails into his back, causing him to let out a groan at the feeling. The only sounds in the room that could be heard was skin on skin and both of your moans.

Rafe quickly pulled out of you, causing you to let out a whine which was cut short as he flipped you over. He pulled you up by your hips, pulling both of your hands behind your back, Rafe slid back into you. He wasted no time in quickly thrusting in and out of you. He brought one of his hands down on your ass hard, causing you to let out a moan.

Turning your head to the side to try and look at him, you nearly came from the sight of him. His chain was moving along with his pace, he had a light layer of sweat coating his forehead and chest, and his hair was sticking up in the front. He looked heavenly.

“Fuck, Rafe.” 

Which was apparently the wrong thing to say. He pulled you up by your hands so your back was flush against his chest and he moved one of his arms around your front so he could wrap his hand around your throat, “what did you call me?”

“R-Rafe.”You stuttered, trying to push your hips back against his but he grabbed hold of your waist, preventing you from doing so,”That’s not my name and you know it.”

“I’m sorry, Daddy.” You leaned your head back onto his shoulder, turning to look at him. Rafe tightened the grip on your waist as he slowly pushed into you, causing you to let out a moan, “Fuck.”

“Yeah? That feel good?” He whispered, gripping your throat tighter as you nodded your head, “harder. Please fuck me harder.”

“You want me to fuck you, baby?” He teased, pushing into slowly again, “want me to fuck you until cum, hm? How bad do you want me? Use your words.”

You pushed your hips back into his, letting out a quiet moan at the feeling. This was by far your favorite position to have sex in. You always felt so...full. His dick felt bigger if that was even possible. 

“I need it so bad, daddy,” you moaned, wrapping your hand around the wrist that was holding onto your neck, “need you to fuck me hard. Teach me not to be a slut in public.”

Rafe let out a loud groan as your words and pushed you forward. You propped yourself up on your arms as Rafe quickly began to thrust into you, “Jesus christ, you take my dick so well baby.” 

You turned your head to look at him over your shoulder, “Cause you give it to me so good, daddy.” 

You moved your hips back to meet his thrusts, causing him to take his hands off your waist, “go on baby. Fuck yourself on my cock.”

You began to move your hips backwards at a fast pace, let out quiet moans any time his dick hit your g-spot. Rafe leaned forward to grab hold of your hair and pulled on it, “you’re such a little slut, aren’t you? So desperate for me to fuck you that you’re doing whatever I tell you.”

You felt the pressure in your stomach grow and your arms were starting to shake, knowing you wouldn’t be able to hold yourself up much longer. Rafe let out a moan at feeling you clench around him. He pushed down on your shoulders and you were grateful to drop down. Rage pushed your legs together and spread your cheeks so he could watch himself go in you.

“You still on birth control?” He asked and you simply gave him a thumbs up, causing him to chuckle before thrusting into you hard. You clenched the sheets between your hands as Rafe began to basically fuck you into next week. He bent one of your knees up so fuck into you at a different angle, going even deeper.

“Oh, fuck yes!” You exclaimed as he began to hit your g-spot. Rafe leaned forward and pressed his chest against your back, moving your hair off your shoulder so he could place a kiss on it, “you wanna cum, baby? You wanna cum on my cock?”

You nodded your head as you leaned over to place your lips on his. The kiss was hot and messy. All teeth and tongue. Just the way you liked it. The knot grew tighter and moaned into his mouth, causing him to pull away. He leaned his head on your shoulder as he laced your fingers between his, grabbing onto the sheets with you.

“Oh fuck.” he groaned, snapping his hips against your ass hard.

“Want you to cum in me, baby.” You whined, “Please cum in me.”

“You wanna cum baby?”

You nodded as Rafe pulled out almost all the way before slamming back into you, “then cum for me.”

You let out a moan, legs shaking as your climax took over. Rafe thrusted into you hard and fast, chasing after his own orgasm. His hips stilled as he thrusted into you hard, one last time. “Oh shit.”

Rafe leaned his head on your shoulder to rest before he pushed himself up to watch himself pull out of you. He let out a groan at seeing his cum leak out of you. He pushed two fingers into you as you let out a moan, legs tensing as he quickly pulled you to another orgasm.

Rafe pulled his fingers out as you turned over on your back, bringing his fingers up to your mouth. He watched with a look of amazement as you sucked both of yours cum off your fingers, “god, I love you.”

You pulled his fingers out of your mouth as you smiled at him, “I love you, too.”

A/N

Here we gooooo! After a long while of me saying I’m going to post it, here it is! Thank you so much for being patient with me and thank you all for the love you guys have showed 365 Days part 1. I didn’t expect it to blow up as much as it did and i really love that you guys love it!

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[alwaysaskerurihan]

How long have the three of you been friends?

Erwin smiles, leaning forward on his desk, his fingers lacing together. "Although I'm considerably older than Hange, I actually befriended them pretty early on when they joined the Scouts. I found their interest in understanding titans and naturally impressive intellect fascinating. It was good to meet someone so ready to ask questions, like myself."

"It's just a shame they're a complete lunatic," Levi mutters from the corner of the room, sipping some tea as he stares out of the room.

"Levi is just intimidated by how far I am willing to take things sometimes," Hange declares to the anon with a massive grin. They direct their pleasure at Erwin. "You can be such a softy sometimes, ya old charmer." They lean one elbow on Erwin's desk and prop themselves up on that hand. "We're probably going back about ten years now. We should celebrate! Dinner in Mitras again. That place we went last time."

Erwin chuckles. "If this expedition goes well then all three of us will be visiting the capital to give our reports. So perhaps we can."

"Great." Levi mutters.

Hange waves off Levi's tone. "Erwin will do most of the talking, I'll report our findings. You just stand there and look badass."

Levi turns away from the window and eyes Hange. "You mean get peppered by a hundred stupid questions from those merchant pigs."

Hange shrugs, their grin disappearing and replaced with a grim commiseration. "Yeah."

Erwin clears his throat. "Levi and I had an unusual meeting to be sure and even after he agreed to fully commit to the Corps, it was a while before we became particularly friendly."

"You mean I took a while to start taking in your bullshit," Levi snorts though there's an upward tug on the corners of his mouth. He eyes the anon. "I took his vision on board and after I was promoted, we spent more time together and somehow I became his friend. Don't ask me how," he adds with a roll of his eyes in Erwin's direction.

"I think it's cute." Hange teases. "You're like chalk and cheese."

"You and Levi are not so different." Erwin remarks. "Some might say your friendship is fairly inexplicable too."

"Oh it's fucking explicable," Levi walks over to the empty chair near Hange and sits down. "They pretty much badgered me to be friends." He takes another sip of his tea.

"Yes I did," Hange shrugs with pride. They turn back to the anon. "It took a while. Levi doesn't have what you'd call social graces but working together on the battlefield helped to build up our bond."

"Yeah despite their lack of volume control, restraint around titans, sense of personal space and privacy, Shitty Glasses is pretty competent on the battlefield."

Hange beams as if Levi hasn't just insulted them on multiple fronts. "He likes me really." They mock-whisper to the anon. "That's pretty sweet of you, Levi," they remark with an exaggerated wink. However, a moment later, they sit up a little more and their face shifts into neutrality. "Our squads trained together a lot and rode near each other in the formation too." Stroking their chin, they paused. "I'd say we've been friends for about four or five years now."

"If you say so, Shitty Glasses."

Erwin half-smiled, half-smirked at the two of them then refocuses on the anon. "Even after so long, they're still like this. But it wasn't that long after these two became friends that we all spent more time together. So it was a similar timescale. I hope that answers your question."