#started to get darker and colder

[emmabee14]

The sun and the moon put on a spectacular show and I’m very grateful I was able to attend🌘✨

[hyunpic]

“when i look at flowers, i think of a person i want to give them to and when i look at the sea, i think of people i want to be with despite the fact that i'd come here to run away from people.” - hyunjin

[seedlessmuffins]

🤠✌️

[rowarn]

as usual . i am thinking of zombie apocalypse au.....simon....listen take a seat listen to me....

simon who is a very disgruntled, loner survivor. you wind up in his territory and he's pissed abt it. but ur like all soft and cute and he feels kinda bad just leaving u to fend for urself so he decides to help u out BUT ONLY FOR A FEW DAYS!!! ur only allowed for a few days!!! and over the course of 5 days he helps u out. feeds u, gets u some better clothes, teaches u smarter ways to survive.

and then the 5 days are up and he send u on ur day. even tho there's a nagging feeling in his head telling him ur not ready to be on ur own. ur not survivor material. he needs to train u a bit more, keep u around a bit longer - totally not bc ur the first person he's liked since this hell started. no, totally not.

but he ignores that nagging feeling in his head and sends u on ur way anyway. he can tell ur sad and scared to go on your own. he knows you wanna beg him to stay, to keep u, not send u away. but he does anyway.

and then only a couple weeks later he finds a zombie wandering in his territory. he freezes when he goes to dispose of it. because it's you. the sweet little thing he'd sent away. he knew he was sending you to your death but seeing the consequences of his actions is nauseating to him.

and now he has to live with the fact he'd gotten you killed. and the fact that his hide out now feels a lot colder and darker now that he knows you'll never be back in it, lighting it up with your smiles and laughter - things he's pretended annoyed him when you were around. now he wishes he could go back in time and appreciate them properly.

and lord knows he'll never take on another survivor for as long as he lives. can't risk experiencing this ache in his chest ever again. makes you a little grave outside his hideout. writes you a letter and tapes it to your grave marker - hoping that will atone for his mistake.

[thebusybumblebee]

You Thought You Were So Clever

You'd heard whispers of great riches for those willing to take the risk. Make the right deal with the fae in the forests, and one could walk away set for life. You go when the sun starts to dip just below the horizon. Summer heat is just cooling down. A pleasant breeze kisses your face. Fireflies are already bobbing between bushes and branches. There's so many despite the season coming to a close soon. In fact, there are almost too many. They surround you, the bio-luminescent bugs creating a trail for you to follow. The trails turn and twist deeper and deeper into the woods. The sky grows darker, the air colder. When you're finally in a clearing, even the breeze has stopped. The fireflies disappear, leaving only the moonlight for the shadows to flicker in. Silence is all-consuming. The ringing in your ears grows until you think you might turn tail and give up this venture. "My, my," a voice whispers on the wind. "It's been so long since we've had a visitor." You turn this way and that, straining to find the source of the voice. Another voice, closer, muses, "much too long. Poor little lamb seems lost." Before you can think better of it, you call out, "I came to make a deal." A cacophony of sounds pick up with the sudden return of the winds. You cover your ears trying to block it out. The wind settles in one final gasp. You open your eyes. What was an empty, dark clearing has been transformed. You find yourself in the midst of a party. Lanterns are strung from the trees. Fae are dancing and mingling by fires. In the center, there is a table heavy with food and drink. It's a miracle the legs aren't bowing under the weight of it all. A fae, tall and lithe, strides over. "Welcome, little lamb." You begin again about deals and bargains. "Hush," they coo. Their nails trace up your neck until they hold your chin. "We've so missed having a human to entertain us. In exchange for your company, we will send you off with more gold and riches than you can walk away with just as soon as the feast is over." You nod. It's a simple deal: spend time with the fae and you'd be made. The fae smiles wide and leads you to a seat. The chair is sturdy, lavish even. A golden plate is pressed into your hand. All kinds of food fill the surface. You can't quite recognize some of it, but you're tantalized all the same. Fruit juices coat your mouth, the flavor blooming across your tongue. Hot, yeasty rolls in butter help sop up the many sauces you try. Bread pudding and liquor cut some of the savory flavors before you return to the cuts of meat laid out for you to try. Fae-folk flit in and out of conversation. They're charming and polite, always smiling and refilling your plate and cup. You can't say how much time has passed or how long you've been at the table. There's a point where everything seems warmer. Sweat drips down your face. Why were you breathing so heavily? You pull at your shirt collar to try and loosen it. The fae simply disrobe you. "It's a party," they say. "Don't think so hard." So you don't. You must get tired at some point too, because it's getting harder to lift your arms. It seems like it'd be hard to leave this seat, even if it is more cramped than you remember. You try to lean forward to grab your cup again. Though, try as you might, your fingertips can hardly reach it. The cup topples over. The clatter awakens you from your stupor. It’s as though a veil had suddenly been lifted.

Whatever cotton was dulling your senses can no longer hide what has happened to you. Your arms have plumped up like the hams on the table with fingers resembling sausages. Your hips must have spread across the seat too, because you can feel the arms of the chair gripping your love handles more surely than any lover ever has. You try to look down, but your thicker neck and double chin have to fight for space. A plumper chest greets you. The largest change was the heavy belly that crested beyond your knees. It was burgeoning with all the delicacies you’d been plied and stuffed with all evening. With a small hint of dread, you realize you’re still hungry.

“How long have I been here? When will this end?” You fret and try to rise from your seat. The fae that greeted you puts a hand to your belly. Their touch is appraising, paired with a gaze filled with a hunger of their own.

“It seems our lamb isn’t so little anymore,” they tease. Already, other fae start preparing more plates for their guest.

“When is the party over?” You ask again. You’re met with smirks and snickers all around.

“Oh, darling,” their voice drips with faux sympathy. “Here, in this realm, the party is never over.” You feel a cold chill down your back, but don’t fight the cup being brought to your lips again. As the spiced, warm cider flows down your throat, you find your thoughts flowing away too. The last realization you have is that any gold would be too much to walk away with when soon you won't be able to walk at all. You thought you were so clever.

[fee224]

When loosing feels like winning

Rafe Cameron x overlooked!reader

“Cmon” you giggled, leading rafe away from midsummers and through the long sand path parted in between long grass that lead to the cove.

Rafe was chuckling behind you, holding onto your hand out of fear of losing you. The air getting colder and darker with each step as rafe helped you climb up the sand dune. “Be careful baby.” He was still chuckling at your rash movements, pulling him from the balcony with his friends and hauling him away from the country club.

You were far past tipsy, this might be the drunkest you’ve ever been. You couldn’t tell if rafe was drunk. His smile was more messy and his cheeks were a little tinted.

You kicked your heels off, leaving you in your pretty midsummers dress, it was pale and matched your nails. Your feet met the sand as rafe picked up your shoes behind you.

The feeling of the soft sand, summer evening air and rafes hands on your hips, you felt dizzy. There was a faint echo of music from the club, you tried listening but the sound of your heart was beating faster and stronger.

“Where are you taking us princess” his arms enveloped your stomach pulling you against his chest and stopping you in your tracks. Kissing your neck, you turned around, standing stiff in front of him, giggling as his lips worked all the way up to your lips.

Your hands intertwined with the collar of his shirt pulling him further into you and towards the sand floor. He was groaning in your mouth, only confirming your strong feelings towards your boyfriend.

You fell onto your knees, facing each other as he gripped the fleshy part of your hips pulling you into his growing groin.

Your right leg reached higher, pushing him to the sand by his back as you straddled his hips, legs wrapping around his thighs. Trying to focus hard on kissing him instead of any other part of this whole thing.

As his arms surrounded your waist and placed you gently onto your back and nipped at the neck line of your dress. Pulling it down with his soft lips as your back arched and head engraved into the ground, trying to repress a moan and save the embarrassment.

His head lowered, kissing your chest, seeing it all for the first time as you played with his hair, the stars fuzzy above you.

“Baby you’re so… pretty and..” his face came back above you, talking to you directly as his hands stroked on your hips “I just- you’re so sweet and I need you to know that okay?” He kissed your lips, confirming his words as you smiled up at him, embracing his kind words as he cupped your face and kissed you hard.

“Rafe?”

“Yeah?”

“I want to” you’re eyes shifted, to a more pleading look, you’re eyebrows raised slightly as he chuckled, kissing your lips again.

“Yeah me too” his lips wandered further again, sitting on his knees in between your legs as he slowly undressed you to your underwear, whispering sweet words as he did so. Complimenting everything in-front of him.

As you watched, lying on the sand, he took his dress jacket off and then the buttons on his shirt, you leaned up. Helping him starting from the bottom, your fingers met after the third button you undid, you’re eyes meeting too as you smiled shyly when he brung you back to the ground.

Nobody else around, the dark night and the sandy grass a few steps away, enclosing you and rafe in this moment.

You made a conscious effort to remember every feeling, every word. You hadn’t done this before, been this close to someone, emotionally or physically, platonically or romantically, you made sure to savour it because you weren’t sure how many moments like this you would get again in your life. With rafe. With a boy. With a boy like rafe who acted a lot like a man. More like a man then a lot of men.

Your underwear were being pulled gently down your legs as you attempted to stop shifting underneath him. You were physically trembling with nerves. You wanted it to happen, you just could hardly move with nerves.

His fingers traced your entrance, gently and slowly as you gasped. “Sorry” you giggled quietly, looking back up at the stars as rafes eyes remained staring at the beauty in front of him. “S’okay baby, don’t need to apologise”he whispered, chuckling again in an attempt to comfort you.

After warning you it might hurt, and holding your hand, he entered reluctantly slow. His body went lax as yours coiled and squeezed hard on his palm. You didn’t have to complain for rafe to pause for a moment and kiss your mouth gently.

“Tell me what to do sweetheart”

“Mmm please just keep kissing me” you inched your face up, bringing your lips to his as he kissed you back lovingly, smiling at your connection as he dropped into you lower.

Until it felt good, till you asked him to move. He was still slow and gentle, going at your pace forever if you asked him to. Little moans and mewls were coming from your mouth as you clawed at his neck.

“Rafe i- somethings happenin-” every thrust was leaving your insides closer to something that felt like maybe death.

Every deep thrust making you shiver until you were spasming to the brink of extinction, he slowed down as you came around his cock. You’re eyes shutting, as he pulled out, quickly wrapping you in his suit jacket as you laid quietly and sleeping on the sand. His hand moved to your heart to check your pulse.

He took a minute to look at you, and the situation he was so deep in. He had waited for this moment, and it was so much better than any past ride or wet dream.

He fucked you with real love and that was all he was ever going to do. Love you with his all real love. The way you peacefully lay, unconscious from the exhausting day.

He changed in a rush, trying to drag his eyes off you until he was done, picking you up like you were nothing and bringing you back to midsummers. A cigarettes after sex song playing and couples slow dancing on the floor, drinking on the balcony with womens head leaning on mans shoulder. He ignored it all but you, swiping your sandy hair out of your face as he slipped past the beach house and into the car park where he tucked you into passenger, next to your dress and heels, underneath all the blankets he could find in his truck.

“M’gonna take care of you” he kissed your forehead, shutting the truck door and getting in alongside you.

- fee xxx

[moonstruckme]

Ok, your little jily about hypothermia gave me the urge to see :

The reaction to the marauders to you falling through the ice. Like you were skating on the Black Lake with Sirius and James because they convinced you (against you initial worry) while Remus stands off to the side and watches (the most unsure and worried of them)

And I can see James and Sirius trying to race each other as you try to get a hand of ice skating. Then a crack and you fall through.

It’s like you know that scene with Amy in Little woman

I would totally get if you don’t like it since you’ve just written a similar one.

Your work is amazing ! Hope everything is ok for you ❤️

Thank you lovely <3

cw: ice skating trauma?

poly!marauders x fem!reader ♡ 1k words

It’s just like Sirius and James to goad you out onto the lake and then get bored of you when—as you tried to warn them—you can’t skate. James is fizzing with energy, promising to come back as soon as he makes one quick round of the cove, and of course when he challenges Sirius to a race your boyfriend is too competitive to decline. 

They take off at light speed, blades schwicking across the dark ice. Remus, sitting bundled up on land, eyes you worriedly over the top of his book. 

“Be careful,” he warns, not for the first time. 

You are nervous, with no handholds and no boyfriends to help you, but you’re eager to reassure him. “Don’t worry.” You smile. “I’m not going to go racing after them.” 

Remus returns your smile, and, mollified, returns to his book. 

The ice on the Black Lake is far from pristine. There are dips and ridges, and soon you find yourself being channeled down curving paths away from the shore, hardly moving your skates and arms out to your sides for balance. The ice beneath your feet begins to look darker, less of the frosty sheen or slashes from other skates. It feels smoother, too. 

You let yourself glide forward, raising your head to see if any of your boyfriends are looking to witness your success. The first crack is a light sound. Almost negligible, but it gets your attention. You scream as the ice falls out from beneath you. 

The cold shocks you down to your bones, freezing the blood in your veins and pressing in on your lungs. Instinct propels you upwards. 

“H—help!” 

Your voice is a tight cry. The air doesn’t feel much better, colder even, but you try to stay above the surface, the blades on your feet slicing uselessly through the water below. Each time you try to grasp at a piece of ice and pull yourself onto it, it breaks away. Your breaths are gasping, panicked puffs that send white clouds into the air in front of you. 

You can hear your boyfriends shouting. 

“Pads, wait—wait—” 

Sirius is crawling towards you on the ice, another shape moving quickly in your direction. 

“Accio branch!” 

James tosses the long stick to Sirius, who holds it out for you to grab onto. The bark bites into your palms, but you don’t let go as both boys use it to drag you out, ice jutting into your middle. As soon as you’re out to your hip you’re in Sirius’ embrace, his strong arms bringing you closer and helping you pull your legs from the water. 

“You’re okay,” he says, firmly. As though daring anyone to prove him wrong. “You’re okay, baby, we’ve got you. We have you.” 

James and Sirius keep you tucked between them, pushing you on dripping skates and wobbly legs to the edge of the lake. Remus looks like he tried to come out wearing his shoes. His face has drained of its wintery flush, brow set tense with worry. 

Sirius helps him back to the shore, but not before Remus casts a warming charm on you. You give an odd shiver at the change. 

“How’s that, angel?” James scrubs a hand up and down your arm. His voice is light, but its lightness is so forced and so different from his exuberant tone of a few minutes ago. 

Remus pulls you into a hug as you start to cry. Tiny sobs mixed with shivers, your frame shaking in every way possible. Remus holds you securely to him as he lowers you both to the ground. He casts another warming charm for good measure. 

“You’re lucky she didn’t get dragged under by the grindylows,” he says with your head tucked beneath his chin. He sounds angry, but it’s quickly succumbing to weariness. His arms wind around you tighter. 

“We didn’t know she’d try and go into the middle!” Sirius argues as he kneels beside you, James at his side. Your boyfriend’s face is lined with guilt as he reaches for you, unsticking a damp piece of hair from your cheek. 

“How was she supposed to know?”

“Sorry,” you offer wobbily. Each of them makes some sound of sympathy. 

“No, sweetheart, it’s not your fault,” Remus soothes, covering your cheek with his warm hand. James rubs up your calf from your ankle as though he intends to warm you inch by inch. “It was only your first time, you couldn’t have known.” 

“Yeah,” James agrees, “you’re fine, lovie. Nobody said for you to be sorry.” 

You try on a smile. There’s snot frozen above your top lip. “So I can only be sorry when you say?” 

“Yes,” says Sirius, very seriously. 

He grins when you laugh. Remus cracks, too, and James looks relieved at no longer being scolded. Sirius smooths another piece of hair from your face, looking at you carefully. 

“You okay, baby?” 

“I’m okay,” you confirm. “The warming charms are helping a lot. Thanks, Rem.” 

“That’s our Moony.” Sirius smiles at him, clearly eager to be back in your boyfriend’s good graces. “Always knows the perfect spell.” 

“You know that one, too,” Remus grumbles as James starts to unlace your skates for you. “You could’ve done it the moment you got her out.” 

“Ah, but we’re not all as quick on our feet as you, you swot.” 

“Do you think you can walk back inside?” James asks you, slipping your shoes on. “One of us could go get some tea from the great hall while you warm up in the common room.” 

“Fuck that,” says Sirius. “I know where Slughorn keeps his nice cocoa now. I’d say we’re entitled to some of that after our trials.” 

“One of us is,” Remus corrects him drily. 

“Right, then.” James takes your hands, standing you up slowly and fitting an arm around your waist for support. If the wet of your clothes chills him, he doesn’t complain. “We’ll pilfer enough of Slughorn’s cocoa for one person, and you’ll be good as new by dinner.” 

“I already feel okay,” you try to reassure him. 

“Shh, shh.” Remus takes you by the hand, squeezing gently. “Don’t correct them. Take your dues.”

[reignpage]

A Cursed Mercy

Synopsis: in which you realise acts of kindness come with conditions Word Count: 2.1k Warnings: cursing, mentions of murder, not proofread Pt 1, Pt 2

You did not return home. 

Instead, you had brushed yourself off and sought refuge within a humble cave. It’s hollow enough to provide scant shelter you from the night’s murderous intent, but not enough to lay down in. You did not sleep either. How could you when a tempest is raging in your mind?

Through the long, arduous hours, you clung to yourself and watched light seep through the canopy at dawn break, until the ghoulish forest gave way to gentler hues, with birds singing in the distance and the wind rustling the leaves in a soft lullaby. 

Despite the twist and turns of the night, you find a strange solace settling upon you. You are now untethered to that ghastly place and to those dreadful people who find home there. Perhaps, with this newfound freedom, you can start anew, free yourself from your birthright and live on as a different woman. You are not cursed, you are no harbinger of misfortune, and you are no monster. 

That is what you allow yourself to believe until your smile falters just as rain does. Darker thoughts swim in your head as the light shower become fierce flooding.

Your departure, forced and sudden, really did bring about a blessing from the Heavens. Now the village folk can drink to their heart’s content and grow their crops as intended, tending to the sick and young as good neighbours do, whilst you weep into your shaking hands. 

The rain doesn’t pass very quickly. It pummels the forest floor with its might, bruising the ground and creating puddles that flow over until they run into your hide out. The air has gotten colder, and your weary bones cannot take much more of this, especially not with the hunger settling in the pit of your stomach. 

You must find somewhere the rain won’t reach, somewhere you can build a fire and cook a meal. That thought forms easily but the means to achieve to do all those do not. Still, you must try. 

Emerging from the hole, you tremble from the force of the raindrops, nails digging into your forearms as you stumble through the forest, searching through the blur coating your lashes for any shrubbery, any meagre scrap of sustenance. 

Your stomach growls louder. 

Soaked to the bone, you search for anything you can eat to soothe that ache inside. It’s getting harder to move, to even breathe, with the lethargy settling into your soul, but you push on, falling limp against the bark of a tree. 

Movement catches your eye. Something red. It’s difficult to tell with the blurriness of your sight, but you feel its tendrils coaxing you forward, like a pull urging you on. It disappears behind trees and reemerges again in a different direction. You don’t know why you follow or how you have the energy to do so, but you do regardless. 

Closer now, you realise it’s a mist. A familiar looking mist. One you swore you dreamed. And yet it’s there, ebbing and flowing, unbothered by the rain. It swirls into an opening of the mountain wall. You cannot tell how far you’ve journeyed away from the clearing and from your hole, disoriented from the allure of this crimson thing. 

Inside is much bigger than the one you found yourself, embarrassingly so. The water does not reach in, and there’s a warm draught embracing you. Sighing, you smile at the red mist. You don’t know if it has consciousness, if it can tell you are expressing gratitude, although you only now gain the wit to realise that maybe it is not benevolent. Perhaps it has lured you into a trap. 

It's dark inside the cave and you don’t know what lies ahead, but that mist shimmers in the air, pulsing as if to say you must follow. There is nothing to be lost, you suppose. If you leave, you’ll die from the elements or eventually the hunger. No one will mourn you and no one will bury your remains. 

A voice breaks through the stillness, low and languid, it mocks, “You are a curious thing with little to no survival instincts.”

You jolt, head whipping around. The mist has vanished, and the rain is but a distant thrum. There’s no light in the cave and all your bearings has been pulled from under you. You’re starting to breathe deeply, goosebumps rising along your arms. 

“Who’s there?” 

The voice laughs. 

It can’t be. No, it wasn’t real. He wasn’t real. There is simply no conceivable way you met the monster all monsters fear and lived. Oh, but when something slithers against your calf, hard and warm, you know it to be true – you are, once again, in the presence of the King of Curses. That mark on your chest throbs.

“You are a weak thing, so meek and so fragile. How pathetic.” A huff blows past you, stinging your cheeks ever so slightly. 

Stumbling back, you begin to panic. “My Lord, I am so terribly sorry. I did not mean to encroach in your territory once again. Please grant me mercy one last time. This blunder will not happen again.”

He takes a huge inhale, and the hairs on your arms rise. Upon his exhale, you feel fire blow around you. It rushes past with a fury, settling your skin ablaze. Your eyes are shut tightly, body tense as you prepare for the scalding burn, but it does not come. When you open your eyes tentatively, you’re blinking in surprise. 

There is light in the cave. 

Torches you did not know were there have been lit and the cave grows warmer. You are frightened to realise the cave is much bigger than you had once thought – it’s big enough to house the enormous body of the dragon you met the previous night. 

He is lying down, head coming to rest on its forelimbs as he lazily glances at you. Right between you and the ferocious creature is a fire, wood burning under a skewered piece of meat. You hadn’t smelled it in the dark but now it is all you can think about, that charred smoke wafting to your nose and the savoury saltness settling on your tongue. Your stomach growls louder. 

A puff of smoke leaves his nostrils as he shuts his eyes closed. He’s amused. 

You shuffle on your feet, unsure. You’re starving but you dare not make a step closer. You do not know why he is allowing you to live despite his threats or why he’s tolerating your presence in another one of his caves again, and you don’t ask. It is unwise to keep playing with fire simply because you had not been burned the first time. 

“If death by starvation is your goal, then you need not wait much longer.”

Nervous, you stammer, “I’m sorry, my Lord?”

Under those sinewy eyelids, you can tell he has rolled his eyes. For reasons beyond you, it calms that anxiety festering inside just a little. There is no hint of tension in his intimidating body; this dragon before you is as calm as anything, lying on its belly with the light from the torches reflecting off his shiny scales, and his tail swishing back and forth. 

“My slumber was cut short by an irritating rat.” He seems to ignore your question. “If you awake me once more with your unattended hunger, you will pay.”

You frown at being called a rat, but you rush forward anyways, keeping an eye on the creature, wary of his intentions -- you still can’t shake off this feeling that it’s a trap. Still, you blow cool air onto the meat and tear into it, eyes rolling back from the satisfying delight of warm food. It tastes like boar, not that you’ve had much of it in your life, and it’s delicious. The portion is much bigger than you’ve ever seen, and you find just a little shame in finishing it all and so quickly. 

Falling back down with a satisfied hum, you glance up at the dragon through the fire and notice he’s staring at you already. 

“Thank you, my Lord.” His tail swishes once more and that is all the acknowledgment you receive. “If you don’t mind my boldness, my Lord, may I ask why you’ve been so kind to me?”

The ground vibrates from his sleepy growl, clearly irritated he can’t just rest as he so desires. He answers you anyways. “You are my sacrifice, yes?”

How did he know about that?

“I see and hear all that goes on in my forest. I had no interest in whatever measly mortal they offered up; should they die from dehydration is their burden to bear, not mine. But something odd occurred.” His eyes open into slits and an intimidating snarl pierces the air. “The Heavens seemed to have played a cruel joke.”

Unsure, you repeat back, mulling the words, “A cruel joke?”

“What do you know of my kind, mortal?”

There are very few records in the library of dragons. Only a handful of people in the history of humanity had ever encountered such a creature and escaped with their lives. Once in a while, one will fly above, covering the sky with their wings, casting an eclipse. And that sighting will become folklore whispered from person to person, village to village and kingdom to kingdom, until they become watered down into a myth through generations. 

“Nothing, my Lord.”

He hums. “As it should be. For all your curiosities, there are some things best left unknown.”

“I don’t understand what this has to do with me.”

In a flash, a flurry of red mist fills the air, spiralling with quick pulses until it fills your view. When you blink, it’s gone and so is the dragon. You whip your head around, searching for where it is, afraid he’s grown tired of your voice. This is the trap. He has lulled you into a false sense of security, only to strike when you are at your most trusting. 

You’re being lifted and shoved against the cave wall with a thud. It knocks you breathless. A hand is clutching your throat, calloused and large, it holds you up until your toes are skimming the floor. Frightened, you grip his arm and slap against it.

Standing before you is a man. His torso is bare but chiselled and hardened with muscles meant for dominating and killing. Black lines stretch around his forearms and down his chest. Those very same lines climb up his neck and rest on his face, lips curling into a sneer as crimson eyes meet yours. You know those eyes. 

“Yes,” he drags the word out, “what, indeed, does this have to do with you?”

His hand squeezes your throat, and you gasp, tears blurring your vision. This man is tall, even as your feet no longer touch the ground he towers over you. Body pinning yours, you can only make shallow breaths, desperately stilling your body as to not anger him further. 

“I’m sorry, my Lord! Whatever I did, I’m sorry!”

The King bites the air, just a hairsbreadth away from your nose. “I do not need your apology. I need your cooperation.”

“Yes, yes! Whatever you want, my Lord. Just please spare me!”

Eyes drifting down at the black mark on your chest, he scowls and drops you. Falling to a clumsy heap, you scamper back, watching his back tense and flex with a barely restrained wrath. Somehow, the creature is more nightmarish as a man than as a dragon, especially from below, where he looks even taller and bigger. 

You’re heaving, hands soothing the burn of his touch.

“You will follow me as I journey through the kingdom. You will not say a word to anyone else about my nature. You will not attempt to run. If you do, I will find you and I will kill you. You will be a good little pet. No more. No less.”

Nodding frantically, you find purchase against the wall, pressing yourself there as if you could hide from that malicious glare. With one final, disgusted look at you, he shifts back into a dragon, returning to his lying position and he does not open his eyes. 

The rest of the day passes and when night falls, you do not sleep. You can only think about how the rain had stopped a long time ago and how hours later, you still feel the branding weight of his body against yours. 

Pulsing, the mark on your chest serves as a reminder: you are tethered once more and there is no escape. 

[xqueen-of-disasterx]

Congrats on 1k! Absolutely love your work, especially the darker fics.

Can I request step-sis intersex!Nat walking in on reader as she's asleep and deciding that she's finally going to take her for herself? Nat starts eating reader out to get her wet and the reader moans Nat's name in her sleep, so Nat wakes her up so she can really enjoy it.

Thinking that maybe Nat ties the readers hands above her head, as Nat forces her huge cock inside the readers tiny body, creating a belly bulge. Finishing inside her to breed her and then making the reader cock-warm her so that she can stay full. Belly rubbing because Nat is obsessed with the sight of her cock inside her innocent little step-sis.

Kinks: bondage, breeding, dub-con that turns consensual, somnophilia, belly bulge, Daddy kink and thinking cock-warming too.

Thank you!

Closer

𝐏𝐚𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠: fem!reader x step-sis!Nat

𝐒𝐮𝐦𝐦𝐞𝐫𝐲: Having your beloved step sister back home for the summer turned more pleasant than expected.

𝐖𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬: SMUT, DUB-con, but the reader is very into it, amab!Nat, dom!Nat, sub!reader, age gap (legal), taboo relationship, kinda mean Nat, tattooed Nat (Nat is just the stereotypical bad boy), innocent!reader, Daddy!kink, alcohol use, bondage, breeding kink, somnophila, cock warming, size kink?

!Disclaimer English is not my first language so please excuse any grammar or spelling errors. This story is completely fictional. I do not own these characters!

𝐀/𝐍: kisses from the hospital guys enjoy the first park of the 1k special I’ll post more requests soon. This request was really fun to write

𝐌.𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭 | 𝐍𝐚𝐯𝐢𝐠𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧

Natasha knew how wrong it was to feel that kind of way about her step sister, but she was only a human too. Ever since she had came to visit her father for this summer she couldn't help herself but see you in a different light.

Back when her dad first started to live with your mother, she only had eyes for the many girls tendering to her, who were in her grade or above. She never really noticed you, of course you were her annoying little step sister who could've guessed you'd turn into this?

You weren't innocent either, you were always found of Natasha. In your eyes she was the coolest person you'd know, with her blue tainted hair and fast cars, you were heart broken whenever you saw a different girl enter her room.

Natasha soon went away for college, meaning you'd only get to see her for the holidays which was still enough to keep you crushing on her. It was special that she visited this summer especially since you just turned 18.

This summer had been unusual hot for the colder climate of Ohio, but it's not like you were complaining to see Nat in all those wifebeaters and sport bras. She normally rummaged in the garden, laying at the pool, again in sports bras and swim trunks. It made your cheeks heat, your stomach feel weird, and every once in a while when you saw how she climbed out of the pool, the muscles under her wet skin flexing, it made you feel all itchy down there.

Another hot summer day, another day where you'd relax under the water sprinkler in your backyard, just like you did when you were a child. Except for a pair of eyes watching from the pool. Natasha Romanoff, your step- sister, whose eyes hid under her shades, watched every move of yours. She sat by the pool shirtless to "tan", Natasha never tanned, she had the skin colour of a porcelain doll and always used the highest sunscreen to not end up looking like a lobster. No, she was there to observe, not the local birds, or nature, no, you. How could anyone be so carless, she asked herself as she watched your white camisole top turn translucent.

Shortly after realising what she was doing she, or better what your view did to her prick, she looked back on her phone scrolling on a black screen to look less suspicious. But it's not like you would've noticed anyway, Natasha knew how innocent you were, how your mother had sheltered you in contrast to herself. God, get yourself together Natasha, she thought to herself. If she wanted she could've get a hook up here within the day, but it wouldn't help last time she tried she accidentally moaned your name while cumming. Something so utterly embarrassing the girl left immediately after.

"Natty" you ask in an innocent voice, every other person calling the other woman that wouldn't stand here today, but she let it slide. "What's up" She asked as her eyes wandered over your wet body to which your clothes clanged. Natasha never was a religious person but in this moment she thanked god for the invention of sunglasses.

"Can you get me towel from inside" you asked giving her your best bambi eyes. "Go get it yourself, I'm not your personal servant" She scoffed "Please, Tasha I'm all wet and I don't want it tripping on the floor board" She shook her head "You should've thought about that in the first place" She mumbled under her breath but still got up to get you your towel. She could never say no to one of your pleads.

"Thank you" you grinned and wrapped you up in one of this big fluffy towels. She smirked back at you her hands rubbing over your wet skin. "There you go sweetheart" She mumbled again feeling a tingle in her pants when her hands touched you.

"Where's mom?" You asked stepping into the large living area you parents had. "Out for dinner with my dad" She remarked not even looking up from the TV where some, for me, unimportant soccer game was running. "Why are you still standing there?" She asked in a dismissive tone "They'll be gone the whole night" Oh, the whole night just you and your step sister together, great. Nat chugged more of her beer side eyeing you to leave her alone, of course she wanted you close, closer than close, but you couldn't know that yet. Not to mention that with the more of the bitter liquid she had the less she could control her urges. 

It wasn't that wrong, she tried to tell herself, millions of guys before her had fucked their step sisters right? Eventually you opened your mouth again "I'll head to bed now" you started and only earned a little hum from her and some mumbled words you didn't understand before slipping on her beer bottle again. 

Her team lost, of course it did, Natasha turned the TV off rubbing her eyes before too going to her bed room but not without making another stop at your room. She slipped though the crack in the door closing it gently before taking a seat next you on the soft cushion of the bed. She always did that, making sure you were save and sound but tonight it was different. She was frustrated, and horney, one more than the other. 

"You're so pretty" she mumbled being lost deep in the haze of the alcohol and lust, she knew you couldn't hear her nor feel but she still gently wiped some lost hair behind your ear. You squirmed under her feather like touch. You rolled onto your back the blanket slipping from your body exposing your topless body. Fuck, you had forgotten to wear a shirt to bed, or had you? Nat saw it as an invitation to taste your sweet body. 

She stood up pulling her hoodie off to reveal a hard set of muscles covered in tattoos, she strangled your smaller body kissing the valley between your breasts before turning to kiss down your soft stomach. You squirmed again your hands trying to find something to grip on, Nat caught your hands bringing them above your head before using her abandoned top to tie your hands to the head board of your framed bed. 

Finally she could turn to your soaked panties tugging them off your legs, your step sister placed both of your legs on her shoulders giving you better access to your sleeping form. She kissed your pubic bone before taking a deep sniff of your glossy cunt. "let my taste you baby girl" She groaned before licking over your weeping pussy, you tasted fantastic better than any girl she had before you. 

Your clit was pulsing in need to be touched, standing proud from his hood Nat couldn't resist tasting the forbidden fruit. When she took your bubble of nerves in her mouth she couldn't believe her ears. "Nat" came a sob from your throat she let she teeth scrape over it just to check she wasn't completely mad "Natasha" now it was a full blown moan, she smiled getting more and more bold with her movements. 

She kept on licking away on your cunt and thankfully to her many years of experience with the girls in college she had you trembling towards the edge within minutes. She took your clit in her mouth again this time biting down gently, to wake you from your slumber you thought to yourself. 

"I- what" poor innocent you were to confused to even grasped what was happening to you you were lost in a haze of mind numbing pleasure until you tried to find to source of it. "Nat-?" you were interrupted by an almost pornographic moan breaking free from your throat. You winded your body on the bed tugging on the restrains before climaxing under her tongue. She made you ride out your orgasm before hushing your quiet sobs. "You're mine baby girl" she kissed your pelvis bone. "Nat we can't" you mumbled "No one needs to find out" She reassured you "Just say no and we'll forget a bout this all, but something tells me, little girl, you want me just as much as I want you"

"You’re right" you mumbled under your breath making Nat smirk she stood up again tugging off your boxers to reveal a dick of a size you had never seen before. Of course you didn't have much experience but she looked inhuman. "Nat it's not-" She hushed you "call me daddy" Instinctively you closed your legs making nat chuckle. "Too big" You mewled again "Oh bunny, I'll make it fit, daddy would never hurt her little girl" she reassured you her hands trailed down her body brushing over the small patch of her which made up her happy trail. She pried your legs open before pushing them to your chest. 

She alined herself with you before slowly pushing inside your small hole, bringing tears to your eyes. It felt like her dick suffocated by your tight velvet walls, when she finally did bottom you out she knew it was heaven of earth. She admired the small bulge forming on your lower stomach rubbing over it in an awe. 

She waited for you to at least try to adjust before setting a rapid pace giving you no breaks, it felt like she was trying to compare her performance with a machine. I string of moans and whispers left your throat as her hips kept pistoling into your tight heat. 

"Fuck" She groaned in between thrusts "I'm gonna fucking breed this little pussy. Wouldn't you like that daddy making you a mommy?" You were too dumbed down to even comprehend her words  and the self assigned title made you see stars. "Answer daddy" She commented slapping your tits which bounced with ever vigour truths of her hips. "Yes daddy" you mewl in ecstasy "make me your mommy" You moaned making your step sister grin. 

With a few more truths you were both on the edge of ecstasy, especially you saw the stars already. "Cum" she commanded "Fucking cum with me" another sting of curse words left her mouth before releasing her white juices inside of you triggering your own orgasm. After leaving your high she gently rubbed your belly again not dreaming of pulling out from your walls. "mine" she mumbled upon seeing the clear bugle she had formed in your stomach. She freed your hands kissing each of your wrists which made you giggle at the romantic gesture, as if she hadn't just fucked you into oblivion. 

She moved you to lay on top of her making you trace the fine lines of her tattoos, she was your step sister but from this night on she was much more than that. 

:)

[sleepymarimo]

𝐣𝐮𝐬𝐭 𝐚 𝐥𝐢𝐭𝐭𝐥𝐞 𝐥𝐨𝐧𝐠𝐞𝐫.

summary: one time zoro pushes your affections away and another time when he begrudgingly accepts them. pairing: zoro x gn!reader cw: none, zoro being a cutie and confused about soft feelings an: just some fluff bc I have a headache and I wanna give him a hug :( wc: 1.2k

it seemed like zoro had always let the oddest things to happen to him.

he’d let chopper climb atop his head, tiny hooves brushing through strands of moss green hair. when the reindeer’s soft fur tickled the skin of his cheeks, he didn’t blink.

he’d let usopp cling to him in fear, idly looking around with a bored expression as the sniper tugged at his hakama or pushed him right toward whatever threat lay before them.

the list goes on and on, the ever stoic swordsman never really putting in the effort to actively resist his crew mates or the occasional curious animal.

with that in mind, you figured that you’d be able to get away with some gestures of your own.

after a particularly rough battle, you’d been so utterly happy that your arms wrapped around the rugged swordsman, squeezing him tight.

you blame it on the adrenaline, not those pesky feelings of yours that you refuse to acknowledge.

it was an innocent embrace, imbued with nothing but affection and glee, yet that didn’t stop him from tensing at your touch.

the next thing you remember is being pushed away, gently but firmly, and feeling dumbfounded.

“the hell are you doing?” he had roughly questioned, brushing off your much-too-sweet touches from his person.

uncomfortable.

he was uncomfortable and he hated it, not particularly fond of feeling so vulnerable from something as simple as a damn hug.

looking between him and your still awkwardly stretched out arms, you come to a sort of realization.

zoro didn’t just let things happen to him. no, he allowed them. every touch and tug and pinch was permitted, actively decided upon by the marimo.

that fiasco was almost a whole week ago, the thousand sunny now barreling through the rolling waves of the sea in the hopes of reaching a winter island.

even as the air became colder, the clouds darker, you continued to simmer.

unjustifiable annoyance creeps into your brain just thinking about how he pushed you away, your cheeks burning with embarrassment and hurt alike.

he didn’t feel that bad.

the swordsman had boundaries, which was understandable, set in place for the sake of self-preservation.

that small flip his heart did when he felt you hug him? the boiling heat that clawed up from his chest to his cheeks and to the tips of his ears? absolutely not.

he didn’t want to deal with that, especially after a fight and with the rest of the crew watching.

it took time for you to adjust your actions, to maneuver around the barriers he’d set in place for himself.

being the stubborn little thing you were, you decided to throw yourself into the jaws of the tiger once more.

you try your luck on a brumal morning, a light frost already starting to form on the deck. it seems like the water is still, the sea easily parting as the ship effortlessly glides on its surface.

the observation deck is your destination, where you’re sure the marimo will be.

and indeed he is, outwardly unaffected by the biting cold.

meticulous as ever, at least when it comes to his craft, he sits on a mat and polishes his blades. shoulders relaxed, but eyes sharp, he goes about his task with precision.

he knows you’ve just entered the observation room, thinking that a nod of his head and a small grunt is enough of a greeting.

the scent of steel and polish hang in the air as he continues, figuring that you’d come in to grab something.

he doesn’t expect to be what you want. what else was he good for besides swinging a damn sword around?

you mask your nerves and step inside, taking brisk steps towards the swordsman. it’s now or never, you think, quick to take a seat behind him on the mat.

with slow and gentle movements, you situate yourself into your preferred position.

your chest presses into his back, the rough material of his shirt not enough to keep you from resting your cheek there.

your inner thighs hug his outer ones, the firmness of the muscle beneath forcing you to hold back a shudder. sealing the deal, you loosely wrap your arms around his midsection.

“good morning.” you mumble, speaking to him as if he were a deer about to bolt.

silence is what you get in return and you wish you could peer into that thick skull of his to see what he was thinking.

warm.

that’s how zoro feels at first, before something akin to discomfort starts to gnaw away at him.

his hands come to a stop, his head lifting as he stared ahead and processed just what the hell you were doing.

there’s a split second of stillness- a period of time where he decides if he wants to revel in your touch or bask in his solitude for a moment longer.

it feels like eons pass before the tension is broken, fizzling into nothing as if it didn’t exist in the first place.

his hands resume their task of polishing his prized swords. the muscles in his body relax and everything else suddenly melts away.

he grants you permission.

he allows it.

“morning.” he grumbles back, speaking with an air of nonchalance that contrasted with how fast his mind was racing.

it’s a delicate balance, as frail as the thin layer of ice starting to form on the glass windows.

you know now more than ever to hold off on the banter and teasing, unless you wanted to get bucked off.

taking what you’ve been given, you’re content enough with releasing a deep breath and letting the rise and fall of his back lull you into a light doze.

time seems to pass slower in this world, in this little pocket of tranquility which exists only for the two of you.

when you finally decide to loosen your grip and pull away, he lets out a noise equivalent to a growl.

he’s almost offended.

one of his hands holds your wrist in place, his grip firm. he’s never been good at displaying tenderness, his words unintentionally gruff. “oi, where are ya goin’?”

he releases your arm, almost daring you to defy him. his muscles relax once more, calloused hands resuming the tedious task of polishing steel as he picks up his next sword.

his tone is softer, spoken as a mumble as if he was afraid of saying too much. “just stay a little longer.”

the request has you momentarily astonished, eyes widening a tad before you got a grip on yourself. your arms settle back around his waist, a pleasant buzz spreading in your chest and down to your toes.

you were well aware that this was a rare opportunity, one that you could not and would not pass up.

so, you let out a sigh and rest your cheek on his back once more.

his aura seems to encapsulate you, making you feel safe and at ease.

he’s satisfied with your reaction, how you effortlessly unwind and how your breaths even out.

once again, he’s warm.

zoro decides that he can spend hours just like this.

for the crew, he could always be a demon. for you? he wouldn't mind being a bit more human.

[vampirecatprince]

Im seeing people share their reads on Papa V so far and I just wanna throw my hat into he ring?

So, onstage- he's been described as shyer then Copia and a little unsure, hes charasmatic and a bit flirty, he's implied that he's running on a lot of partial information, and he's having minor confrontations with the ghouls that he's backing down from regularly.

So, V comes across to me as someone who's much sharper and observant then Copia, who's trying to navigate managing a band of literal demons who he has not earned the respect of yet. I read him as nicer on the surface then a lot of the clergy, but very intentionally so. He strikes me as a more controlled person then Copia who's better at masking his frustrations.

I feel like V is also much more aware that the role of Papa is a figurehead with not much of authority, versus Copia who never really internalized that. V wants to be liked, but I don't feel like respect is as big of a deal to him as it is for Copia.

But-

I also get the feeling from the timing of the Lachryma video dropping after Copia starts trying to publicly humiliate him and the main repeated lyrics from the song being "im done crying over someone like you", that he's JUST as catty and passive aggressive as his brother deep down. I mean- he even "borrowed" (i.e. stole) the gold blazer and the idea for the wings from his dear brother. I can see him also having a similar temper, but with his anger running a lot colder than Copia's tantrums.

He also has some more monsterous and creature like traits compared to Copia, which even if just cosmetic or symbolic, still adds a subtext of menace to him.

So- altogether, I see V as someone who, on the surface is a very polite, nice, charasmatic person who might even come across as a people pleaser sometimes, but is a lot more perceptive, sharp, then he gives off. V wants to be liked and is a good person, but is much more calculating than you'd expect and plays the fool because it usually makes things easier him when he's written off as "Just Nice". He has either a hidden or deeply repressed darker side and can be very passive aggressive and catty when pushed enough, but he's subtle about it in a way that Copia isn't.

In a lot of ways, I see V being a foil and reflection of his twin. Copia has the image of a confident and suave sex symbol- but was revealed to be kind of ditzy, openly temperamental, and just a guy. And I'm currently reading V as someone introduced as sweet and a little clueless- but actually very perceptive, prone towards absolutely devastating laser pointed insults when pissed off, and maybe a lil more inhuman then we might expect.

[tteokdoroki]

☆༉ — SATORU GOJO. a love so cold.

about. as the seasons start to change, satoru gojo figures out a new way to keep you warm on colder mornings.

warnings. minors, blank and ageless blogs do not interact. smut, somnophilia, soft morning sex, oral sex (f!receiving), brief mention of gojo and reader being married, lovey lovey lovey dovey dovey dovey stuff !! fem!reader.

gojo waking you up on a cold morning by diving between your thighs.

sure the duvet is long abandoned and your (his) shirt is pushed up to expose your pebbled nipples to the frosty air — but it’s the heat of his tongue salaciously rolling through your puffy folds that keep you nice and warm.

satoru breathes hot air against your pulsing mount, his lips encircling your clit as he sucks it, kisses it and makes out with it as if he’s making out with you. every time he moans into your heat, he draws a shrill sound from deep in your chest that pierces the solace of autumn’s silence. your whines echo along with the sway of rustling tree leaves and gojo’s hungry growls provide the bass of your seasonal tune.

he’s a sight for sore eyes between your shaky thighs that knock the blankets from your king sized bed. his blue eyes blaze bright enough to rival the subtle hue of the morning sky breaking through the curtains of night. it’s always darker this time of year. and his pale white locks, astray and askew, remind you that it might snow once winter comes.

“sa..satoru!” you exclaim though your voice is hoarse from not having been used in hours. the last thing you’d said was that you loved him — you think that you might love him even more right now. mouth on your sluice and syrupy slit, sucking the very juices from their place between your pussy lips. your fingers dance down to grip the roots of his hair, settled against his scalp like snow on sturdy ground. you don’t tug yet, only using his head to ground yourself. “sa…satoru—oh!”

your lips move to form the syllables of his name — though they’re lost on you when the ecstasy he builds up within you, by tacking his tongue to your clit in tight circles, starts a fire in your lower pelvis. that very same fire burns it’s way through your body like a forest fire, effectively warming you up from the inside out. it keeps going, consuming your every nerve ending until it reaches the base of your lungs and all you can breathe is the smoke of satoru gojo.

“good morning to you too, sweetheart,” satoru sings into your cunt in amusement. his voice holds the tenderness of an early morning greeting before he delves back into tasting you — slurping and sucking up and down the length of your slit before slipping his tongue into your quivering hole. his chin juts forward rhythmically, as if to fuck you with the pink appendage like it’s his cock.

he watches your face with adoration as it twists and scrunches and morphs into pure bliss. he loves that about you, how expressive you are — how your body follows his lead even if it’s too cold for you to stop shaking. he’ll warm you up. he always does.

“you don’t have to say it back, i know, baby. you’re just too tired, too close to even speak—“ gojo doesn’t get a chance to finish, not before your fingers twist in his roots as his tongue twists and wiggles against your sloppy, ribbed wall. it travels along your pleasure spots — the ones only he knows about, and maps out even more for next time. but any praise or condescension he has saved for you is lost and muffled against your sex as you rut your hips down on his handsome face.

“‘m close… gonna… haf’ta—!”

finally finding your voice despite the smoke-like aphrodisiac in your lungs — you succumb to the heat. the hotness of satoru’s mouth on you, his fingers sinking into your hips to keep you on his face, the lust that prickles just below the surface of your skin. you cum just as the winter birds break the silence with their own morning calls, as the sun breaks through grey-ish and intimidating clouds. you gush all over satoru, your lover and protector, with a high pitch and whistle tone wail — head thrown back into the pillows and your lips parted ever so slightly.

his white brows knit together in the centre of his forehead, mocking your dazed and needy expression. however, it’s clear he’s just as love and sex and pussy drunk on you as you might be on him. satoru results to gulping down the stormy waves of your orgasm with unbridled greed. as of what you offer him is the finest of wines or the last thing he’ll ever drink.

those pretty blue eyes are overcome with a haze as he drinks you down, dazed and content to just have a taste of you. satoru’s tongue makes its laps through your folds to make sure he doesn’t waist a drop — wolffish grunts and groans and sounds like ‘mph’ or ‘mhm’ reverberate between your thighs until he’s done cleaning you up. only adding to your shakes and shivers.

not from the cold, but from how hard you’ve cum.

“you… mph, taste so— fucking good, baby.” he huffs, breathless from nearly suffocating himself to get a taste of you. gojo dares to dive back in, but you tug on his hair once more and force him to look up into your pleading eyes.

“‘toru,” you whisper, lashes fluttering innocently, voice still shaky and hoarse. “good morning.”

you need him, up there with you.

his face breaks out into a slow and sexy smile — kissing up your body, over your naval and between the valley of your breasts, against your neck and chin until he reaches your lips. he kisses you gently then and his entire body sits between your thighs.

“good morning, beautiful.” he sighs, content. he cups your face gently to keep you looking at him, his wedding band glistening more than what you’ve left on his chin.

you hum, feeling his body heat simmer over you along with what’s left of the arousal in your system while it simmers down. “you’re insatiable, you know that?”

“but you love me.”

“i suppose so.”

“ouch, sweetheart. so cold.” gojo pouts, faux hurt laced with his teasing voice.

and in that moment, you wrap your legs around his unfairly slender waist and flip the man so that you end up on top — straddling the great satoru gojo and planting your hands on his the centre of his blistering hot chest.

there’s a glint in your eye, the flicker of a lustful flame that only serves to set satoru’s heart alight while you press your sticky sex down on him.

“then let me do the honours of warming you back up, my love.”

꒰ end. — all rights reserved © tteokdoroki 2023. do not copy, repost, translate & recommend elsewhere.

[mochinomnoms]

Thinking about how scary people find the "non-traditional" looking merfolk like the tweels and Azul only to remember the mermaids in Peter Pan were straight up trying to kill Wendy and now I'm chewing on the walls thinking about Azul or the Tweels saving Yuu from some mermaids who "were only trying to drown her <3". Just the idea of the "traditionally beautiful" mermaids actually being a lot more fucked up, despite the reputation they got from The Little Mermaid/Mermaid Princess. Or something, I'm rambling.

Imagine going to the beach with the octotrio, the twins specifically wanting to swim with you in the water. But they get distracted trying to drag a still human Azul into the water, pleading for him to turn into his merform too!

Eventually, they manage to drag a screaming Azul into the water, bubbles slowly dissipating as they take him further in. Imagine your surprise when a lovely, blonde mermaid and purple haired merman pop out almost immediately after.

They look harmless, especially compared to the twins and Azul. They look like an average reef merperson, like the Mermaid Princess. Their tails match their eyes, pink and violet, as they playfully splash you. It seems pretty harmless at first, they look pretty young after all, but then the merman starts pulling at your leg, asking you to join him in the water with a smile and lead-eye stare.

The mermaid swiped your sandals, swimming further into the water where you can't reach as she beckons you to come after her. Don't you want your shoes back? They get visibly annoyed when you don't follow into their whims, trying to hop away from the stone you're at and back to shore. That's when the mermaid starts to tug you by your bottoms, asking why you won't play with her. The merman starts to do the same, giggling at your panic-stricken face.

They're tearing the hem of your bottom as you struggle to get out of their grasp. Up until you slip on the slick rock and fall into the water. The two start to swim circles around you, now full on laughing, as they drag you further into the water by your feet.

“Relax, I just wanna see if humans really do get red when they drown, huh?”

The merman giggled as he replied to his companion, “Yeah! We only want to drown you a little bit, why so scared? Is it cause you might die? How funny!”

“Ha!” The mermaid cackled as she swam up to curl her tail around you, grabbing your face to stare you in the eyes as you started to lose consciousness.

“Yeah! Don't worry, I hear that dead humans float back up, so you'll get to go back home…soon…”

Horror fell over her pretty face as she looked behind your drowning form. The surrounding turned darker, colder, as a large black and purple tentacle slowly reached from behind you to pull you from her grasp. She and her friend both shrieked at the sight of a giant octomer curling his arms around you protectively, an inhuman hiss, followed by a growl, reverberating through Azul's chest. From behind him, two glowing teal morays giggled as Jade and Floyd both chased after the two merfolk who were now begging for mercy. After all, the twins were a good 3 feet larger than them.

Azul is cooing at you as he brings you back up to the surface, though you can hear the crunch of what sounds like ribs breaking, a shriek, and Floyd's unique cackle. You leave that knowledge behind you as you gasp for air upon breaching the surface. You're clutching at Azul like he's your lifeline, murmuring for him to not leave you. Which Azul agrees to.

The twins come back up a few minutes later, Jade digging something fleshy from his teeth while Floyd offers you a lock of purple hair, which still had a bit of scalp on it. You thanked him, but refused the hair, to which Floyd shrugged and tossed it behind him. The three of you spent the rest of your time in the shallow end of the water, three mermen curled protectively over you.

[downbadf0rficppl]

someone's there

Bucky x F!Reader

Summary: When you walk home from the office, someone seems to be following you home. Your best friend is not happy about that.

Word Count: 2.5K

Warnings: Stalking/Stalker-Ex BF, Domestic Abuse, Anxiety, Angry!Bucky, Protective!Bucky, Panic Attack

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You stepped out of the office, pulling your coat tighter around you against the night. It was mid-November and New York was getting colder and colder every day that passed by. You were excited about Christmas - it was one of your favourite times of the year. The lights that went up from apartment to apartment, the tree and ice rink in Rockefeller center that you and your boyfriend - Nathan - visited every year, you and Nathan driving up to Boston to meet your family. Well, your ex-boyfriend.

You'd broken up a month ago. He'd been laid off about a year ago and taken up drinking to fill the time. Nathan was not a very nice drunk. He'd yell and throw things when he was angry, which was most of the time when he was drunk, and then beg you to come back, saying that he needed you and that he'd clean up his act as soon as he got a job. You had a well-paying job - secretary to the Avengers - but Nathan was always the higher earner of the two of you. You could hardly sustain his lifestyle on your job, but you stayed. Why? You had no idea.

Nathan was a smart guy, he got picked up by some major firm headquartered in Manhattan just over a month after he got laid off. He was back to his old routine of leaving the house at 6 and coming back by 8 - you hardly saw him anymore.

And much to your dismay, the drinking didn't stop. Sure, he slowed down. He couldn't risk ruining his reputation at his new workplace. So he limited the drinking to after work. But he never stopped.

The throwing vases became throwing punches, the yelling became constant threats, consoling words became consoling sex.

You did well to hide the new bruises from your colleagues, although your act was not good enough to fool everybody. You'd let your guard down in the toilet, rolling your sleeves up to wash your hands, just as Natasha Romanoff. Yes, Natasha Romanoff aka the Black Widow aka the world's best assassin.

She didn't mention it there, but you were called to a meeting with her soon after. She sat you down with a glass of water and asked you a simple question: "Are you safe?"

Your wide eyes and trembling figure gave you away.

Nat implored you to break up with him or to at least come and live at the compound for a while - just until you figured out what you wanted to do.

You turned her offer down, stating that you were fine. You'd be fine. She fixed you with a stern glance, but even Natasha Romanoff couldn't force you to do something you didn't want.

Bucky, on the other hand, was a completely different story. He'd noticed the bruises long before Nat had, and gone out of his way to try and make your life easier. He sent you less paperwork to file, fewer menial tasks to do, and even put in a request for you to be moved to the New York office. In his eyes that meant you'd be further away from Nathan.

The next week, you both moved to Manhattan.

The bruises started to get darker, and more visible around your body. You dropped the short-sleeved dresses and low necklines in favour of long-sleeved turtlenecks with trousers.

Bucky worried for you. The dark rings around your eyes, the ghostly pallor of your skin. He was determined to save you. The only issue was he had no idea where you lived. New York was a big enough place that he'd never run into you. He knew you didn't live in Brooklyn, but that was about it.

The night where it all came to a head was after a Stark Gala. There was a group photo, where Bucky's arm rested on your hip while your arm rested on his. Nathan was pissed. He'd been sitting on the sofa when you came home, the photo open on his phone and a half-drunk bottle of whiskey in his hand. He pushed you into a wall and slapped you, his rings cutting into your face. He yelled every manner of words in your direction, calling you a 'slut' and a 'whore', and telling you that you were worthless. You cried, fresh bruises forming on your neck where he gripped you and blood dripping down your face.

You took his berating for the next few hours until Nathan retreated onto the sofa, sitting down and muttering under his breath. You opened your mouth, trying to defend yourself. Wrong move. Nathan stood up, even more agitated than before. He grabbed the bottle of whiskey that was almost finished and brought it down on your head.

The next thing you remember was waking up to 4 white walls. You were in a hospital, your hand being gripped tightly by someone. You tried to escape from the vice-like grip when a thumb ran over your knuckles. You knew those hands.

"Bucky." You whispered, your eyes still adjusting to the light. Your voice was sore from disuse, but the way that Bucky's eyes lit up, you would have thought that you were singing a love song just to him.

The calmness in your heart faded as soon as your brain caught up with you. You tried to convince Bucky that he needed to go but he shushed you gently.

"Shh. Don't stress yourself out. You're safe. I promise." The red rings around his eyes gave him away. Bucky had been crying. Over you.

You held his hand tightly that day. And the day after. And even the day after that. You weren't sure if you would ever find the strength to let go.

By the time you were out of the hospital, you'd moved back to Upstate New York - Bucky had made sure that you would never have to set foot in the city again if you didn't want to.

You returned back to work as normal - the restraining order you had filed against Nathan made your mind rest easier. The whole team was happy to have you back and smiling again, but they made sure to check in with you a hell of a lot more than they used to. Clint would swing by with an apple, and accidentally leave it at your desk - the first time, you'd felt bad and tried to return it, but you quickly caught on to his tactics. Nat would bring up game nights and movie nights, begging you to come, even if it was just you both.

But most of all, Bucky. Every day, you'd wake up to a text from him, wishing you a wonderful morning and spewing some inspirational affirmations for the start of the day. He'd bring you coffee, made just how you like it, as soon as he was back from his morning run. He'd spent a while perfecting the drink - making sure it was exactly to your standard. He'd walk you to your apartment for your biweekly 2pm therapy sessions (that he'd set you up with after he had realised how much difficulty you were having sleeping), and then off to lunch at some random hole-in-the-wall spot that he knew you would love. He'd call you as you got home, making sure you got home safe, and then a goodnight text to fall asleep to.

To others, his persistent need to be around you would be stifling. But after 4 years of having your needs be put lower than the damn cockroaches in the walls, it was nice to feel wanted.

You set your life up - personal bank accounts, new social media - anything to separate that part of your life from your new one. You got a new phone (courtesy of Tony, who insisted on buying you the latest iPhone, no matter how hard you tried to convince him that he didn't need to do that because 'where on earth would you find the money to pay him back?' He scoffed at that, "I'm a billionaire hun, I think I can afford to buy my secretary a new phone). You went to get your haircut, the shorter length was something you knew Nathan would have hated.

You'd walked into the compound the day after you got it cut, worried that no one would like it as much as you did.

As soon as you made it to the kitchen, you heard a loud wolf whistle. Nat was sitting on the sofa with Sam, and they both cheered loudly as you posed for them.

Bucky's jaw dropped as he walked into the kitchen. You were still showing off for Nat and Sam - you hadn't seen him walk in.

He walked over, reaching behind you to get a pod for the coffee machine, leaning down to whisper in your ear, "Looking good, Doll." His hot breath against your neck sent shivers down your spine.

You smiled up at him, before grabbing an apple and heading back toward your desk. You glanced back at Bucky and your eyes drifted downwards to a very large and very prominent issue. You stifled a giggle before getting back to work.

You'd continued to tease Bucky for a while, inconspicuous brushes and a few comments here and there. Enough to make him flustered, but not enough to make him suspicious.

He continued being the perfect gentleman. Helping you when you needed him to, being there when no one else was.

You started your normal journey back home, getting out of the compound was sometimes a tedious affair because of the thousands of security gates between the compound and the outermost gate. Given that this is where the Avengers live and train, it's justified. Still tedious though.

It was a quarter mile from the compound to the bus stop that took you home - you didn't like driving, especially in the frost and the dark. You put your headphones in, picking back up on the podcast you started this morning. It was an interesting one - some new True Crime podcast that your best friend had recommended to you.

The hair on the back of your neck stood up as you walked through a dark and lonely street. You gripped your bag tighter around you and sped up. There was someone following you.

You glanced behind you, your eyes catching sight of brown hair and a blue t-shirt. It had Palm Springs emblazoned on it. Funny. You'd bought Nathan a similar t-shirt a few years ago.

You fished your phone out of your pocket, quickly dialing the one person you felt safest with.

"Doll?" Bucky picked after the first ring.

"Bucky, cred că cineva mă urmărește." You said, your voice loud enough that the other person could hear you were on the phone.

"Tell me where you are, Doll, I'll come and get you." You could hear Bucky pulling on a jacket and grabbing his keys.

"Umm, cred că sunt aproape de Joey's."

"The pizza place?"

"Da, îl văd de unde sunt." The footsteps behind you seem to be getting louder, but you forced yourself to remain calm, "Am să te aștept acolo. Vă rog să veniți repede."

You ducked into the pizza place, walking straight up to the counter. By now, you were sure of who it was - but Nathan didn't follow you into the pizza place. Maybe you were just overreacting. Joey's was mostly empty, with a few teenagers here and there - probably camping out after some house party that got shut down.

"Same as always, kiddo?" Joey asked, and you nodded with a slight grin. You and Bucky came to Joey's Pizza Place a lot - Bucky used to say that it felt like home. You were inclined to agree.

"No metal man with you today?" Joey enjoyed teasing Bucky. His dad, also named Joey, had fought alongside Bucky in the war. Joey had grown up on stories of the greatness of the Howling Commandoes and it had been one of his greatest pleasures to serve him pizza every time they came.

"He's coming - got caught up in traffic."

"Busy men, huh?" You giggled at that.

The door opened again. You turned around to find yourself face-to-face with someone you hoped you'd never see again. Nathan's sister.

"Thought I'd find you here, bitch."

June stalked over to you, her face filled with rage. She had been good friends with you before Nathan and your relationship started going wrong, but when you had confided your pains with her, she'd turned her back on you. Blood is thicker than water. She'd called you names before - filling your comments with every vile comment she could think of, texting and emailing you death threats, anything to remind you of just how broken and damaged you were.

Before you knew what was happening, her hand collided with your cheek. The whole place burst into action.

Joey jumped around the side of the counter as June hurled insults at your face.

You tried to push her away as she swung at you again, but her hand hit your shoulder.

Joey pushed you behind him, as one of the kitchen hands stepped out to pull June back.

A teenager was on the phone with the police.

You tried to cover your ears as the noise built in your head.

The door swung open, letting in a draft.

Boots on the linoleum floor. Familiar boots.

Sirens.

"We were in the neighbourhood, Sergeant." Something about a noise complaint.

A hand pulling you into a firm chest. Tears streaming down your face. Your favourite voice whispering sweet nothings, stroking your hair, begging you to calm down.

"You're doing so good for me, Doll, just keep breathing." Bucky's pulse was steady under your hand. Slowly, your breathing evened out and you lifted your head to meet Bucky's eyes. He kept his arms wrapped tightly around you to stop you from collapsing.

You stayed in Bucky's embrace while the police wrapped up - June was being taken to the local PD for the altercation and also driving under the influence. Bucky told you that Nathan had also been arrested for violating the restraining order. Your heart sunk.

"I'll never escape him, will I?" You whispered to Bucky, as you sat down in your favourite booth to eat.

"You can, and you will," Bucky reassured you, squeezing your hand in his.

You ate your pizza in relative silence after that - most of the shop had cleared out with the police. Joey gave you your pizza for free, along with a tight hug on the side. He told you that you'd always be safe in here, "although metal man seems to have that covered." Bucky glared at the nickname, making you both laugh.

You walked hand-in-hand to Bucky's motorbike - his fingers ghosted over the bruise on your cheekbone from the slap as he fastened your helmet on your head.

"It's nothing, Buck. I've had worse." Bucky gave you a pointed look, "Too soon?"

He threw his leg over the bike and you settled behind him, resting your cheek on his spine. "Forever is too soon for my liking."

You smiled at that and nuzzled further into his back.

"Where to madam?" He said, putting on an exaggerated British accent. You leaned up to whisper in his ear.

"Take me home, Buck."

fin.

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[yandereforme]

Yandere Batfam x Neglected Reader x Yan! King and Queen of the Winter Fae

Tw:

You’re Bruce’s biological daughter from a one night stand. You joined the family only a month or so before Jason’s death, which was definitely a big factor of the neglect.

You had one month where the house was good. You had been living with your grandparents, as your mother hadn’t been able to parent you, but they had gotten too old to care for you. So, your mother told Bruce about you, they did a DNA test, and voila! It’s a child

Your first month was tense but good. Bruce was distant and awkward but he genuinely tried. Alfred was always willing to talk with you. Jason was actually really nice to you, and the one time you met Dick, you really liked him.

However, everything changed when Jason died.

You were mourning too, having cared about him, but you were left alone in your grief. Bruce shut you out, rarely showing up to dinner or anything else. Alfred was more distant, colder. Dick wasn’t there. No one was.

Then, a boy with black hair and pale skin started randomly coming in and ordering your dad around, and Alfred welcomed him with open arms. Bruce took longer, but it wasn’t too long until your father started treating that way better than he treated you.

The thing you hated most about the whole situation was that you were absolutely being kept in the dark about something. The minute you entered any room three of them were in conversations stopped. Usually the boy, Timothy, would change the subject or just excuse himself. Then Bruce would go back to being Brody.

You got the message. You stopped going to breakfast or dinner with them. You faded into the background easily, and could go weeks without seeing Tim or Bruce. Alfred was more regularly, but never for long. In the morning before school when you get the bus, he packed you breakfast to go, which was nice.

You spent a lot of time outdoors, even during the winter. That was probably why you started, noticing the odd behavior of the air around you. You noticed the odd sound coming from the abandoned shed on the property.

You weren’t expecting to see a small being that looked like they were made of ice stuck in a mouse trap made of plastic, their oxygen being cut off, but you couldn’t leave them there.

When you entered the shed, having successfully broken the lock, you could tell the being was surprised. You spoke in calm tones, explaining that you lived on the property and you wanted to help them, but that you needed them to hold still.(in the back of your mind, you wondered if they even understood English. Hopefully, if they didn’t, your tone would help them understand.)

It took you a minute to figure out how the trap worked, but once you figured it out, you let the being free. They stared at you for a moment. They flew up to eye level with you for a moment, and touched your nose.

The little hand on your nose felt surprisingly nice. It wasn’t the bad, kind of cold, but rather felt like snow when it hits the tip of your nose. It made you smile.

The being winked at you, smiling and making sounds that you couldn’t quite understand, before they flew off into the sky, which you noticed was rapidly getting darker. You hurried back to the manor to get your dinner, not realizing just what you had started.

Edit: I’m so sorry I haven’t been writing lately! Things have been hectic, but summer starts soon, so I hope I will have more time to write! Also, in case you don’t realize it from reading this, the reader does not know the Waynes are the Batfamily, and the reader has not been publicly acknowledged as a member of the Wayne family. You were supposed to be publicly acknowledged after being there for a month and a half, but when Jason died, those plans got thrown out. 

[inlovewithgreta]

omg have you seen the new criminal minds season??? i just wanted to request a

grey haired!emily prentiss x reader, based on like the newer seasons, it could be fluffy or smut

Dirty Minded - Emily Prentiss x Fem!Reader

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Summary: Dirty minds lead to dirty activities.

Warnings: praise, age gap, fingering (emily!receiving), blindfolds, oral sex (r!receiving), feathers, orgasm delay, pet names, not proofread..

Word Count: 2k

Taglist: @celasteria @shslbunnylover @bellatrixsbrat @maybe-a-humanbean

© Do not copy, repost, or modify any of my works.

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"Time to get wet, baby," your lover said. You took hold of her outstretched hand, and slipped into the shower with her.

Your skin instantly soothes as you stand underneath the shower head that cascaded your body with hot, steamy water. You instantly relaxed with a quiet hum.

A shiver erupted in your body when Emily's slightly colder hand touched the bare skin above the upper swell of your breast.

"Now how exactly does a beautiful woman with a mind as filthy as yours ever get clean?" You chuckle at her wandering hands.

"No idea," she lied. "Maybe you could help me with that?" She tilted her head to the side as she smirked down at you.

You gasped when a hand slid between your thighs and cupped your pussy.

"But if not," she retreated her hand as fast as she put it there. "I could always just help myself," she shrugged, placing that same hand over her large breast.

You kiss her ferociously, pulling her tightly against your wet body. Emily chuckled into the kiss at your sudden eagerness. The older woman pushed you against the wall, sending a chill down your spine at the sudden coolness.

"Em..." you mumbled as her lips left yours to kiss along your jawline and nibble sweetly at your ear.

"I do need to get clean though," she whispers, before pulling away and wiggling her lavender scented body wash in your face.

"Let me wash you," you eagerly grabbed the body wash from her, with a giddy smile spread across your face.

"As you wish, Princess."

You rubbed your hands together, before lathering the soap onto Emily's milky white skin. Hands roamed over her lustrous hips, but your eyes still landed on her hair.

It was a darker grey from the wetness, and God did it look good on her. It was one of the things she was most insecure about, but your constant love and affection, all the praising words and hair playing was enough to win her over.

Your hands wrapped around her waist, pulling her flush to your own body, and down to grab firmly at her generously built ass.

"How's this?" you asked, adoring the way her cheeks grew crimson. Whether it was from the heat or your ministrations, she looked beautiful.

"It's a good start, but..." she trailed off, biting her lower lip. Her hands find home across your chest, holding each breast with a firm grip. "If this is the type of shower we're having, you need to go lower," she stated with a smirk.

Your hands moved across her curves easily as you slickly made your way to her inner thighs. Fingers trailed lightly across the wet skin before drawing featherlight circles around her clit.

"So demanding..." you teased.

"You know you like it." Emily pressed her lips against yours, the first being gentle and light, yet she kept coming back for more. Each kiss grew rougher and sloppier as you remained playing with her.

She breathes a deep moan into your mouth as your hand easily slides around her button, adding pressure to her bundle of nerves as her tongue fights with yours for dominance.

She twines one leg around you, giving you better access and pulling you closer. The water was cascading heavily down your back, and you felt as if it was soaking into your skin from the heat of her body pressed tightly against yours.

"I'm...so...close," she announced between sloppy, wet, kisses.

Your digits only moved faster, allowing the older woman to feel how badly you wanted her to come undone. Her breathing was heavy as her forehead leaned against yours to catch some much needed air.

"Don't stop, baby..." she whispered. Emily was never one to beg, but when it came to intimate moments like this, she was too focused on her upcoming orgasm to care.

With one last circle of your fingers, Emily came with shaky legs. Her hands held a death grip onto your wet skin, holding herself upright as her legs become wobbly.

She was panting heavily, and your eyes couldn't help but adore the way her silver hair clung to her wet chest, stopping just at the upper-swell of her large breasts.

"I need you so bad.." she finally admitted after catching her breath, fingers kneading at your waist.

"Then take me," you bit your lip, before giving her one last peck onto her swollen lips.

Emily reached behind you to turn the water off, your eyes knitting in confusion. You had only assumed she would take you here, but your grey-haired lover had other plans.

She was slower to get out of the shower, ensuring her legs wouldn't give out on her as she wrapped herself up in a towel.

"I never said where or how I would take you, baby," she smirked devilishly. She held her hand out for you, which you happily took as you both eagerly dried yourselves off.

Clothes were long forgotten on the tile floors as Emily led you to your shared bedroom, only to roughly push you down onto the mattress, but not hard enough to hurt you.

You gasped at her sudden boldness, holding yourself up on your elbows as you watched her every move.

Your heart thumped in your chest as you watched her saunter over to the closet. The same closet that held all of the older woman's toys. Toys that she liked to use not only on herself, but mainly on you.

Your toes wiggled as you waited in anticipation, both excitement and lust coursing through your veins. You can hear rustling in the other room and you were eager to know why.

When Emily emerges, she has her hands held behind her back, hiding whatever it is she took from the closet.

"Are you ready for me, Princess?" She asked, sauntering towards you with an extra sway in hips.

"You know I'm always ready for you, Em."

Your cheeks flushed when she brought her hands from behind her back. One by one you saw a blindfold in one hand and a very large feather clutched in the other.

"Good," she said plainly. "Because now it's my turn to have fun with you." Emily made her way to the bed, easily straddling you, setting the feather down briefly to hold the blindfold in front of your face.

She only stopped her movements to await your consent, and with the eager nod of your head, her smirk grew wider as she pulled the silk blindfold over your eyes.

Emily firmly pushed you down by your chest, your back fully pushing against the mattress as you shivered in anticipation while you waited.

And waited.

"Em—" you gasped at the first delicate touch of the feather. With your eyesight gone, your other senses grew stronger.

You have no sight, quiet moans filled the room, and the touch of the feather gliding down your chest was electrifying.

"You like this, baby? I know it's been a while since we've played with either of these..." Her voice was deep, hungry, and you could only imagine how penetrating her gaze was on your quivering body.

"Ahh— yes! It's so good.." you wiggled your body from the ticklish touch of the feather.

You could just picture Emily above you. Naked. Partially wet. Grey hair framing her face as it slowly dried around her beautifully sculpted face.

You whined when the feather suddenly disappeared from your skin, only to be taken by warm lips. Her mouth followed the same trail the feather did.

You sucked in a sharp breath as her lips dipped lower...and lower..until finally she reached where you needed her most. Her tongue flicked over your sensitive clit, moving expertly in slow, languid circles.

You writhed, Emily having to hold you down by your thighs to keep you still as her mouth worked wonders on your cunt.

Your moans filled the room, occasionally being mixed with small hums from your lover as she devoured your pussy.

But as you felt yourself getting close, Emily suddenly pulled away, leaving you naked, panting, and whining from the loss of contact as you felt your release fade away.

"Em, please..." you whined, bucking your hips in hopes of her coming back.

"I can't let you come that quickly." She placed a sensual kiss on your thigh. "I don't want this to end just yet..."

"Em..." you groaned, trying, and failing, to rub your thighs together.

"Tell me what you want, then."

Unable to stand not being able to see the gorgeous being between your legs, you rip the blindfold from your face.

"I want you to eat my pussy while I can see your beautiful face and run my fingers through your hair. God, your hair drives me crazy," you sheepishly admitted.

"Does it now?" She teased your cunt once more with her thumb.

"Em— no more teasing!" You rested yourself back onto your elbows to get a better view of her. "Finish what you started, I can't wait anymore."

Emily let out a low chuckle at your stern behavior and impatience. Your eyes met hers, wide and filled with lust as she spread your legs farther to dive back into your pussy.

Fingers curled into slowly drying grey locks, holding the woman close by the back of her head as her tongue danced across your folds before she began sucking on your bundle of nerves once again.

Emily can feel you instantly quiver as your free hand tangled into the sheets while she expertly ate your pussy as if she was starving.

"Don't stop.." you begged, not tearing your gaze away from your lover who was gazing right back at you through her lashes.

As her mouth moved over your cunt, you caught sight of her hand leaving one of your thighs to dip between her own legs. Fingers slowly moved at her entrance before picking up speed.

Her moans soon mixed with yours. Emily's back arched ever so slightly, raising her ass further into the air and her face deeper between your thighs.

"Yes, Em, just like that— I'm so close!" You were a panting mess as you chased your release. And Emily was racing just behind you.

Your moans synchronized, both of you getting lost in the pleasure, and in the moment, everything seemed to fade away. The outside world was nonexistent. All you knew was pleasure.

With one last flick with her tongue and a hard suck to your clit, you came undone, thighs closing the gap between Emily's head to keep her in place as you rode out your high.

"Fuck, Em!" Your back arched off the bed as she lapped at your hole, letting out a series of moans of her own as she reached her own climax.

When Emily finally pulled back, a familiar smirk spread across her face as she licked her lips. You hummed as you admired your lover, messy grey hair, flushed milky skin, dilated pupils, and a very wet chin.

"Christ, come here," you beckoned her up by holding your hand out to her.

Emily nearly pounced on you, immediately straddling your hips. Her hands found yours, enveloping them in a tight hold with her fingers interlacing yours. Lips crashed in a much needed kiss, and a deep moan forcing its way into Emily's mouth as you tasted yourself along her dominant tongue.

"We're going to need to take an actual shower, baby," she said after breaking the kiss to collapse onto the bed next to you.

Her arms immediately wrapped around you, and you couldn't help but hum contently. She pulled you close, holding you possessively while your fingers immediately went to play with her silvery hair.

"I don't think I'm done with you just yet," you smirked at your lover with a newfound fire in your eyes.

"Oh?" she lifted a high brow. "What did you have in mind?" Emily asked, cheekily lowering her hand to firmly grasp your ass.

"Well...." you drew out, slowly removing your fingers from her hair to slide down her body to wrap your hand around a large tit. "It's easier if I just show you..."

You lean forward to kiss Emily fiercely and passionately on the mouth, teeth grazing over her plump bottom lip before biting down.

Her moans of pleasure soon filled the room, echoing off the walls long into the night as you showed her exactly what you had planned to do to her.

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