#such a silky goose

[honeygrahambitch]

So Hannibal got very excited when Will admitted that he wanted to kill him with his own hands. But what if Will had told him that he wants to eat him? Hannibal would start hyperventilating, then he'd have a seizure followed by a CVA and he would end up brain dead lmao

[thedemises]

Sorry bootie 😔☹️🫶

his ass is gonna be uno'd and next thing we know there's a gun pointed at Aventurine's face 😭😭🙏😨

[kedreeva]

Do you eat peahen eggs? If yes, what do they taste like?

My wife raises geese and their eggs are huge, 3x the size of a hen’s eggs, and are generally fluffier and delicately sweeter.

I do! They taste like an egg.

I'm not allowed to answer anything more, apparently

[ghostwith]

my brain isn't fucknibg letting me write so thank u for providing us w emmrich headcannons and drabbles ! he makes me so 🥰🥰 and I hope his character in canon lives up to the way you portray him 🖤

I hope you can hear the joyous screaming from here.

Thank you so much! I love writing for him and I'm glad I can feed the old man lovers community as much as I can with the little we have so far. 🥰

[rabbitcruiser]

National Poultry Day

We suspected fowl play when we first discovered March 19 is annual National Poultry Day when we celebrate our national love affair with poultry. We scrambled to figure out how to celebrate poultry without bias because we are biased; chickens rule the roost when it comes to poultry. We are just going to have to wing this one.

History of National Poultry Day

Chicken is the most widely consumed meat in America, with each of us estimated to eat a clucking 101 pounds per year. Chicken has become our favorite protein because it is affordable (should we say “cheep-er”?) readily available, easy to cook, and versatile. But chickens were not always prized for how well they pair with an endless variety of seasonings, flavors, and cooking methods.

The word poultry is derived from the Latin word “pullus” which means “small animal.” Today we use the word poultry to describe domesticated birds kept for meat, eggs, and possibly feathers. But the first fowls intentionally raised by humans are believed to have been kept for their entertainment value, not for their spicy wings. Archeological evidence points to Southeast Asia and China as the first cultures to breed chickens for the sport of cockfighting as early as 10,000 years ago. Artistic depictions of roosters engaged in combat are found throughout the ruins of many ancient cultures.

Until recently the earliest evidence of large-scale chicken-eating was in first century B.C. Europe. But researchers have unearthed what may be evidence of chickens being domesticated for food at least 100 years earlier in an ancient Israeli city. We may never know when or how someone first tasted chicken roasted over a fire, but obviously that first barbequed chicken was not the last.

Outside the fighting rings and amphitheaters of ancient Rome, Greece, China, and Asia, chickens have held status as divinity in human societies for millennia. Chickens have been worshipped in many parts of the world because of their fighting prowess and are still considered to hold magical powers of divination in remote cultures.  

Although some people around the world still engage in cockfighting legally and illegally, the world’s oldest continual sport has been illegal in all fifty of the United States since 2008. That makes us feel good because we think cockfighting is inhumane, plus our fine feathered friend the chicken is now a superstar in the scientific arena. The chicken was the first domesticated animal and first bird to have its genome completely mapped by geneticists in 2004. It turns out that the chicken is the first descendant of dinosaurs. Who knew? We wonder if a cockfight between two prehistoric roostasaurusrex would have been considered fowl play or pure poultry in motion. We are just glad modern chickens are pullus – small animals. 

On National Poultry Day we celebrate chickens and other poultry not just for their culinary value, but for their other lesser-known contribution to mankind as pets. Chickens make wonderful pets, whether common laying hens or exotic heritage breeds that are as colorful as tropical fish and cost as much as $399 for a single day-old chick. Chickens make good mousers, some say better than cats, and will keep your vegetable garden fertilized and insect-free. 

We realize that by winging it, we managed to duck the fact that poultry is more than just chickens. We will give it another crack and fry harder next year to include other fowl in our tribute on National Poultry Day. 

National Poultry Day timeline

1992

More chicken, please!

American chicken consumption surpasses beef for the first time.

1928

Discovery of Vitamin D

Vitamin D supplements increase the winter survival rate of flocks, revolutionizing the chicken meat and egg industries.

1923

Chickens gain industry status

The first confined housing of birds for meat in Delaware and the introduction of cage systems for hens in California became catalysts for poultry farming’s shift from small family enterprise to the industrial age.

1800s

Chickens raised only on family farms

Chicken meat was a delicacy and eggs were considered a luxury until the 1900s because flocks failed to thrive due to poor nutrition and Vitamin D deficiency during winter months due to lack of sunlight.

National Poultry Day FAQs

What is considered poultry?

“Poultry” is generally defined as domesticated birds raised for the production of meat, eggs and can include feathers. The word “poultry” also refers to the flesh of these birds when used as food. Most people think of chicken or turkey when they hear the word poultry, but geese, ducks, squab (young pigeons) pheasant, quail, guinea fowl, and ostrich are also poultry.

What are the personality characteristics of poultry?

All poultry are social animals who enjoy being with other birds and thus should never be kept alone in captivity. They have a clearly defined hierarchy, or pecking order, within their community with strong territorial instincts. Poultry will nest in the same spot every night to go to sleep if given the option.

When is National Poultry Day?

March 19

How to Celebrate National Poultry Day

Try a bird of a different feather: Pheasant, duck, quail, goose, and game hens are all poultry not often found on American dinner plates but popular in other cultures. If these are too exotic for your taste at least treat your palate to a capon. A capon is a rooster that is castrated before sexual maturity. The lack of testosterone and a special diet produces exceptionally tender, juicy, and flavorful meat that is superb compared to regular hens. Capons were considered a luxury and the poultry of choice for holiday feasting among wealthy families during the early nineteenth century. Capons are not easy to find these days, but once you taste this bird, you will never again say anything else “tastes like chicken.”

Roast a Turducken: If you are undecided which poultry to serve for dinner on National Poultry Day, go with a Turducken. Turducken is a deboned chicken stuffed into a deboned duck that is stuffed into a deboned turkey, then roasted for pretty much a full day. The famous Cajun chef Paul Prudhomme trademarked the name Turducken in 1986, although the practice of “engastration” (the cooking term for stuffing one animal with another) dates back to at least the Middle Ages.

Purchase farm-fresh eggs: If you do not have your own backyard flock of laying hens, take a drive outside the city limits to a local co-op or family farm and purchase a dozen farm-fresh eggs. Once you taste the difference between freshly laid eggs and supermarket eggs, you will never want to buy store-bought again.

5 Ways Poultry Feathers Have Been Recycled

Quill pens: Before modern pens were invented, feather quills were trimmed at a slant with a razor and dipped in ink for use as writing instruments.

Fire tinder: Bird feathers are very flammable when dry and can be used as tinder to get a campfire going quickly with just a small spark.

Fishing lures: The decorative plumage of birds has been used by fly fishermen and women for years to tie the perfect lure for landing prized trophy fish like mackerel, bass, and trout.

Goose down bedding: Goose down is soft, fluffy and warm, and has become the most desirable stuffing for extremely comfortable – and expensive – pillows and comforters.

Decorative paper: Since 1993 feathers have been used to make exquisite decorative papers.

Why We Love National Poultry Day

Chickens make great pets: If you are not a meat-eater, the next best thing about chickens is they make surprisingly good pets. Chickens are social creatures that love to strut around to see what the rest of the flock is up to. They enjoy being held and can even be taught a few tricks provided there is a delicious mealworm reward involved. Chickens are relatively inexpensive and easy to care for compared to other domestic pets but need at least two or three other birds around to be well-adjusted. If your community does not discriminate against poultry as pets, and you have room for a spacious coop, laying hens will pay for their upkeep in daily fresh eggs.

For beauty’s sake: Hens take special notice of the rooster with a colorful, nice-looking, healthy comb strutting his stuff around the barnyard. A healthy crown and wattle are indeed very good for the rooster looking to score in the barnyard. A stunning comb and wattle are good for us, too, because chicken combs, especially rooster combs, are an excellent source of Hyaluronic acid, or H/A, a naturally occurring body fluid that lubricates and cushions bone joints and plumps up skin cells. H/A has been used for decades to relieve arthritis joint pain and stimulate healing of athletic injuries. H/A has been injected into the knees of professional and collegiate athletes and racehorses for years as a bio-lubricant that allows bones to move easier. Hyaluronic Acid can also be taken orally as a supplement and is a sought-after ingredient in top-shelf cosmetics and natural skincare products.

Chicken jokes: Chicken jokes are a childhood tradition, a quirky rite of passage discovered sometime between kindergarten and first grade. We are not sure why other poultry have not been singled out as the subject of silly jokes and puns. Maybe chickens do not get their feathers ruffled as easily as other poultry over fowl jokes. We egg-spect it has something to do with a chicken being in just about every pot in America, or at least on the grill or in the oven.

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[stardustchicken]

This is Goose :]

[almondmilkcleanser]

MINORS DNI

shoppingwhilehorny! geto loves to watch you prance up and down the mall in his favorite outfit; a cute tennis skirt and a halterd polo top. when you would turn around to show geto some cute purse, or a cute bag, or a cute.. whatever, he would keep his eyes on your face, a charming smile spread across his calm face. but when you turned around and walked off, he would watch you, slowly, from the bottom to the top, hoping to catch a peek. you already deprived him a quick breakfast quickie, so he was wound up so tight he was bound to explode any minute now.

shoppingwhilehorny! geto stood next to you, helping you decide on what underwear to buy to stack on top of the pile you already have at home. lace, cotton, sheer, boyshorts, thongs - you had it all and geto saw them all on you. some he even had to replace because he was just so thirsty to taste you that he practically ripped them off.

whoops!

shoppingwhilehorny! geto looks around for any employees; they're all preoccupied with other customers, their phones, or themselves. he thought it to be a perfect time to sneak into the dressing room to get a live-action glimpse of you trying on your clothes.

"geto! what are you do-" he put a finger to your lips, replacing them with his lips. you were in your panties, topless and exposed in front of geto. this wasn't a new thing, but this particular setting had you on edge.

"shhhhh" he whispered in your ear, kissing the outer edges with a smile. "I just wanna see." geto's inner thrills were getting the best of him. the bustling noises outside of your dressing room. the fluorescent white light shining above you. the sensation of being caught tickling his nerves. littering his skin with goose pimples at the very thought.

shoppingwhilehorny! geto took a proud seat in the plastic chair in the corner of your dressing room, crossing his legs to rest his elbow on his knee. the warm smile never left his face, but you could see a glint in his eyes as he eyed you in the flesh.

shoppingwhilehorny! geto watched you try on bra after bra. none of them were to your specific liking but geto loved them all. the way your breasts molded and filled each one perfectly turned him on slowly but surely. to see his tongue latched around your supple nipples with the only thing between your bare skin and his mouth being a sheer piece of burgundy fabric just made him want you. right there.

finally, you tried on a beautiful pink push-up bra. your breasts looked perfect! when you turned around, you noticed geto shifting in his seat as he looked at you. it took a minute for his eyes to leave your chest, but when they did he motioned his finger to come closer.

"do you like it?" he quizzed.

"mhmm." geto's hands reached around your waist, running his fingers up and down your silky skin. he groped your back, looking for the straps.

"Its a front clamp, silly." geto groaned playfully.

"fine then," he mused. "show me how to do it." he leaned back into the chair, arms outstretched with a smoldering study of your body.

"we're buying it." he crossed his legs again, this time intentionally going slower you to show you the bulging print between his legs that delicately left a small dot that looked to mimic a water droplet.

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"nnh- g-geto- we're not-" you stifled another bubbling moan from escaping your throat. he picked your leg up, planting your foot on his thigh so he could place his large hand on your lower back, pushing your hips forward so he could feast on you in peace.

his lips lapped between your plushed lips and your sensitive clit, suckling at the bundle of nerves, spreading his tongue wide enough to catch whatever juices dribbled out of you. you would buckle, whine, and bite your finger to hold in a moan. but the second that he would feel your hips convulse and jerk away, he would just pull you closer. savoring every drop of your slutty pussy.

with his hands in his pants, he continued to slobber on your cunt. he felt how wet and slippery you were becoming as the rush hour crowd buzzed through the fitting room.

"j-just a second!" your body curled at the constant flicking of geto's tongue on your clit. your mouth shaped into a wide 'o' but you couldn't let it out. you couldn't expose yourself. not in the middle of a fucking dressing room.

"hun, is everything okay? do you need any help? we're happy to-"

geto stuffed two of his fingers in your slimy pussy. it only took seconds for his large palms and wrists to be coated in your slick. he pumped his fingers back and forth, suckling at your clit, pumping continuously in and out of you, adamant on your next orgasm to topple over the previous in short sequences.

"n-no! i'm okay! its j-just so hard to decide! i- nnh-! i'll be out in a second!" geto couldn't get enough of you. your pretty pussy on full display only inches away from him. how could you be so cruel. he loved to taste you, borderline pussydrunk even. feeling your love nest clench and explode at his action made him want you. like a starved child staring at a loaf of bread. he just had to have you.

geto swallowed you drop by drop. his large mass stood to full attention, a glob of precum pooling at the top of his swollen tip. he pushed you back, standing to his feet to spin you around. the rush seemed to have finished, so now all you two heard were the occasional giggles of the staff and the upbeat pop music playing on the intercom.

"oooh, such a pretty little pussy just crying for me." geto snickered, kissing your neck. he suckled at your flesh, leaving bruised hickeys up and down your neck. "you wan' it?" he tapped his girth on your clit over and over and fucking over again, making you buckle at the sensation.

"you want this dick, don't you baby? then put it in." he smirked to himself. he loved to give you a little power even when you begged to be fucked like the dirty girl you were deep down. with a pout and a shaky hand, you reached around you, gripping the base of his throbbing mass to guide it inside. he was crooked, grooved, and so fucking veiny. but it was yours. it was yours. it was fucking yours.

you still remembered the time he went in you raw for the first time. he pressed your legs to your chest, your heaven fully opened for his sights. he used his thumb and two indexes to spread you wide, watching his flesh disappear inside of you inch by inch.

"fuuh~" he stretched you so open. you could feel his crooked girth bend and twist inside of you the further he went. he sucked in a tuft of air as the cool breeze tickled down his free flesh, further inviting him to make space in your warmth. your slutty pussy ate him whole, making his head drop on your shoulder and his hand plant on the wall in front of you. he used his other hand to position between your legs, skillfully rubbing your clit as he pushed forward.

You covered your mouth with your hand as he continued to move. his veiny girth kissed your walls, welcoming itself inside of you with diligence. he pressed on your clit, making you squeak behind your hands. his hips moved on its own, slamming into your ass more and more.

"some good pussy, baby. such good slutty pussy. do you hear her? how fucking wet she is?" he kissed your neck, trailing upwards to your earlobe to lick the outer edges.

"gonna cum for me? right in this dressing room?" he opened his index and middle finger into a 'v' and placed it over your clit, curling those fingers up and down to further stimulate you. he thought this was too boring. he wanted that nut out of you.

He drilled inside of you, creating a deeper and deeper space for him to fill with his pulsating mass. you clamped on him, making him growl in your ear. but he continued to pump, continued to explore you, savor your slippery insides little by little. he could feel your pussy getting all the more excited knowing that at any moment you two could get caught. but you continued to arch your back for him. you continued to moan for him. you continued getting fucked by your geto.

in a blink, he lifted your leg up, forcing you to place both of your arms on the wall for balance. he threw his head back to move his hair out of his face, but if you could see his narrowed eyes, clenched jaw and simmering gaze, you could see just how intoxicating your slutty pussy was to him.

"cum for me, baby."

He was close. with a grunt under his breath he pulled you down on his lap, the two of you still intact. without announcement you held onto the arms of the chair and bounced up and down to help your geto out. he grabbed your breasts in the same push-up bra, skillfully unclamping the bra to free your lovely chest from its constraints.

he grabbed at your flesh, alternating between massaging your nipples and pinching them. you continued to bounce, your stamina never faltering. you wanted his milk more than you would let on, but geto knew. he smiled at you performing so well. pleasing him with such passion.

"You're a good fucking girl, baby. show daddy how you ride it. c'mon you- could-" he threw his head back "fucking do it."

With a few more bounces, you dropped down, pushing your legs together as your hips gyrated on his lap. a puddle of your honey streamed onto the floor, its viscosity thickening as geto released his cream inside of you as well. you leaned back on his chest, your chest rising and falling at a staggered pace.

"shit-" geto chuckled. "we have to clean this up, babe."

sigh "if you weren't so horny we wouldn't be in this predicament." you scolded playfully. his only response was a kiss on your shoulder and a silent smile.

You two walked out of the mall, hand in hand as you allowed geto the full privilege of carrying all your bags. every- last- one of them. but as you walked in front of him, in your brattish fashion, you let him take a glance at the faint trickle of his cum still falling down your thigh.

✧༺♥༻∞　AUTHOR'S NOTE　∞༺♥༻✧

soooo this was supposed to be real bite sized but I got so into it that I wanted to make it a full scene. I hope you enjoy!

goodnight!

i tag:

@chrollohearttags @muvaginger @preciousamethyst because my lovebugs share sm loveeeee <3

[venmondiese]

COME TO ME, ANGEL OF MUSIC

‎‎masterlist ✧works in procress ✧ AO3

-ˋˏ| summary: On a costume party, you meet Aemond, a strange man who seems to lurke your thoughts. Soon enough, you'll find he is more than what he seems.

✧| Pairing: modern!Aemond Targaryen x Reader

✧| word count: 4.2k

✧| Warnings: MDNI 18+, possible dub-con, p in v sex, oral sex (f receiving), Aemond is very weird, and this contains dark contents.

-ˋˏslightly based on the phantom of the opera + my contribution to halloween

You wish you knew how you ended up in a rich party, honestly. It was a costume party, and everyone had rich costumes. You went for a classic one; Christine from Phantom of the Opera.  Your friend was dating the younger son of this family, throwing a party in the whole damn state they had, as if it was some kind of Saltburn. You didn’t comply when she dragged you to ‘meet one of his rich friends so you and him can be together’ because honestly you had nothing better to do.

Seeing people do heroin and ecstasy was not your style, so you separated from your friend soon enough, as she told you her boyfriend and her would spend quite some time on that. She had promised to invite one of your childhood friends (and crush); Ben. Even if it had been ages, you still thought about the chance to meet him. 

Dancing on the dance floor was something else. They didn’t play some of the usual party songs played on discos or bars. It was somehow more refined, but it didn't stop you from dancing.  You danced with some dudes; with a mummy, with Beetle juice, with Pennywise and even with the typical one dressed as the Joker. You made out with them a bit, but soon enough you pulled away.

Once you were sweating through your costume, you went to the backyard, seeing all the stairs you had to get down to touch the grass. Instead, you walked to the chairs in the balcony and stayed there. 

“I lost my… fucking piercing…” you murmur, feeling your face and not feeling your nose ring. Did you even…?

“Hello, didn’t expect you here” 

You turn to see the voice by your side. It was dark, or perhaps you weren’t using your glasses, but you could swear there wasn’t a man there. 

“Hey” you murmur softly. 

“Who are you supposed to be?” He asks softly, smoking his cigarette as he was against the wall. 

You weren’t one for small talk, truly. But here you were.

“Christine Daaé” you tell him softly looking at him.

“Hm.”

“From the phantom of the opera”

“I know, it is rather obvious coming from you” he says softly, another puff as he speaks. 

You frown slightly, confused by his words. What was he on? Maybe your face is familiar with someone he knows. You are sure you know him. He is oddly familiar as well, and you definitely couldn't shake the feeling of knowing him. He was like a distant, misty memory, as if from a dream.

“And who are you?” 

“Nosferatu” 

You take a moment to watch his costume, seeing the formal clothes he used. He had long silver hair, and it looked silky and it was very eye-catching. As you saw more and more of him, as the dim lights from the garden gave him a sombre aura. His skin was pale, not rosy-like pale, but straight out white, cold tones. He had a purple eye, and he wore an eye patch to the other.

“I Thought Nosferatu was bald”

“I thought Christine Daaé could sing.” 

“You surely wear tons of makeup” 

“You should see my brother” he says, looking at you “He came as Edward Cullen, Tons of glitter”

You chuckle “I can see it”

He was handsome, leaning on the wall as he inspected you. Gave you goose bumps, that, and the cold air too. 

“What’s your brother’s name?” You ask softly, looking at him as the skirt of your costume had been caught on some leaves.

“Aegon” he says, as if testing your knowledge on the name.

“And yours?” You ask, smoothly. You wanted to know his, in truth, and he smirked as he puffed on his cigarette.

“Aemond” he says softly, looking at you. “Yours?”

You tell him your name, and he hums watching over you. There is something about the way he looks at you, making your skin have goose bumps and you turn slightly more conscious about yourself. He was intimidating, yet at the same time, you were attracted to him as moths are to light. 

“You fit the costume” he says, puffing on his cigarette again. 

“It is my favourite costume. I found a white corset, and a white puffy dress. I did the star pattern on it, and it took me a while to style my hair.” 

“Hm. I see.” his voice is sultry, watching you closely. 

“I have seen the Phantom of the Opera since I was a child. I love it” you admit with a smile “Seen it like a hundred times. I doubt there is someone who has seen it more than I”

He raises an eyebrow at your nerdiness, yet he shrugs, throwing his cigarette on the floor to stomp on it. His shoes had dragon patterns on them, and looked as if they had never been worn. 

“I doubt it” he says smugly, moving to sit in another chair next. One of his legs lazily going above the other as he leaned back. “I have seen it for years and years”

You roll your eyes amused, as if he was trying to fight who was nerdier. “Yeah, right”

“I mean it. They always play it in the theatre” he says, looking at your face as if trying to see your reaction. He isn’t very expressive, you notice, as his face almost doesn’t move as he speaks. 

“And so you happen to visit the theatre always?”

“Well, in fact I do.” He shrugs, moving to take another cigarette out of his pocket, to lighten it up. You roll your eyes as if you don’t believe him. “I own the place.”

It is a moment of silence, as you watch him brag about it. Men and their audacity. He was extremely rude, apart from off-putting. And he was arrogant, you knew an arrogant man when you saw one, how his chin is titled up, as if looking down at you. 

“Yeah, right”

“I mean it” He says, surely. 

“Are you rich?” You say in disbelief, not believing one word of what he was saying. 

“I live some states away” He says, referring to the mansions. “It’s older than the damn country”

“I do not believe you one bit”

“Don’t” he shrugs nonchalantly, his face barely changing as he takes another puff. “You could have had free entry to see the phantom of the opera every night” 

You narrowed your eyes to his words, you do not believe him. How rich can you be to own one of these houses AND own a theatre? Makes 0 sense in your middle class mind. Yet, Aemond, for some reason, is different. You cannot explain it… and it bugs you. Yet you are curious as a cat. 

“Okay, Mr. Billionaire” You say mockingly, leaning closer as you watch his face. “If you do own that, you must be an aristocrat” you point out, seeing how his eyebrows raise and he nods slightly.

“Yeah”

“So your family has been around for centuries?”

He nods, and he says “Yeah, more than centuries”

“Every dynasty falls, you know. Sooner or Later” 

“Or they evolve” He says, taking another puff. He has a calm way to speak, almost sultry. He speaks as if he had all the right opinions on the world, and doesn’t leave room to question him.

Aemond was handsome, perhaps too handsome. Though the white makeup was too much (and you can imagine how full of glitter his brother should be), he has a mystery surrounding him. He was a billionaire, yet he doesn’t tell you his family name, which doesn’t surprise you, since rich people are full of fake friends. You doubted that half of the people in this mansion even knew the hosts personally. And Aemond seems the calm type, stoic, silent and observant. You can notice it just by the way he stares at you, no expression on his face, not even boredom. 

“And you are friends with …” You ask, moving a hand to point at the castle. 

“My brother is more social than I am” his tone is quiet. 

“And he dragged you here?”

“I dragged myself here” he says. Even if he is very expressionless, you were getting tired of him.

You didn’t even notice how awkward the whole conversation was. He was so clearly uninterested in you, only bragged about his luxuries and spoke in a condescending tone. You were confused, no doubts. The alcohol had been too much.

“I will go to the dance floor then…, Aemond” you say standing up, and he doesn’t do the courtesy to look interested. 

As you leave, you just try to sneak away from his little corner, and you try to find your friend. The meeting with Aemond left you a sour taste in your mouth, no doubts. Lisa was certainly more of a social butterfly, and if she was next to her boyfriend she would probably be like his trophy, anyways. 

You walked through the corridors, and tried to check your phone. It was almost one in the morning, 00:58. You sighed, checking your messages as you tried to stay against the wall; the music was loud enough to drive you insane.

Where are u??? Ben is here…

You cursed yourself, muttering a great deal of insults as you answered, asking where the hell she was with Ben. You came with a purpose, and you certainly couldn’t leave without it. 

Ben was handsome, and his blonde hair fell from his face as he was dressed as some superhero you didn’t recognise. Yet he was lean, and handsome as hell. He has some beard, not too rusty, but you liked it, suited him well. It reminded you of his dad, no doubts. 

“Ben” you say smiling

“Oh, look at you” he says, standing up to hug you. “It has been ages!”

“Too long” You say smiling, hugging him back. “How have you been? I mean… What have you been up to?” It was almost impossible not to want to ask Ben about all the amazing things he must have been up to. 

Between chatting, drinking and dancing, it’s nearly three am when you are still dancing on him in the dance floor.  It was less crowded than before, yet it still was hot as hell. You were sweating slightly, and still with Ben, dancing together and having so much fun.

“Hey, Christine” 

You turn a bit confused. Oh, it was this guy. The Nosferatu guy, Aemond.

“Hey” You say to him, cringing a bit. His expressionless face looked from you to Ben, who stopped to dance to introduce himself. “Ben, this is Aemond… Aemond, Ben”

Whereas Ben extended his hand with a smile, Aemond watched him with a hum, acknowledging him with a raise of eyebrows. You wanted to die, he was so fucking rude and hard to swallow, and you didn’t even know why he was bothering you.

“You are friends?”

You try to answer, yet you find yourself mumbling nonsense as your cheeks get red slightly from shame. It is Aemond who answers.

“Yeah. Long acquaintances” he says, and his face finally changes. His lips curled in a smirk, his arms crossed on his chest as he was very much interested in Ben now.  “Isn’t it right?”

You look at him, and then at Ben, blinking a bit confused. “Yeah, we know each other… and we are so close” 

“Oh, I see. Didn’t mention that” He says, his smile confused as he looks at you. 

“Well, I didn’t remember” you say, a bit confused, frowning. 

Where did you exactly meet Aemond? 

“Ouch” Aemond says, looking at you. His voice still cold, and detached “Didn’t you tell him all the times we have gone to see the Phantom of the Opera?”

It takes you a bit to speak. “Yeah, tons of times… Aemond owns a theatre, and they play it all the time.”

Ben looks at you a bit confused. His hand is on the small of your back, and still close to you. 

“Maybe you could come with us” you babble, words out of your mouth hastily. “I’d like you to” you add, words you like to say finally coming out of your mouth.

“Sure thing” Ben says smiling, giving you a reassuring nod. 

“We could arrange it for the next season. Now it is all about more new musicals” Aemond says shrugging “Even if the Phantom of the Opera is quite new, still”

“It’s old as fuck, dude” Ben laughs it out, but his laugh is met with no response. 

You looked at him, eyes wide. You found it funny, why didn’t you laugh? 

“Either way…” Aemond says, his tone unwavering as always. “We have to leave, darling”

It is then when you look at Aemond again. You were attracted to him like a moth is to light, and he was like a drug. He was handsome, tall and definitely hot. He made you feel alive. 

Yet you didn’t want to leave Ben. Why would you? Lisa had especially invited him for this purpose, to get you two together, to reconnect and with some luck, hook up. Even if you weren’t the type to hook up with guys you have met the same day, unlike Lisa. She joked that maybe Ben was worth the exception. 

“Wait, I thought we were staying…?” Ben says, confused, since Lisa’s boyfriend had no problem in lending one of the guest rooms to you two. 

“No” you say, almost automatically. 

“Come on” Aemond says, pulling you away from Ben, grabbing your elbow with a self-sufficient smirk. 

His touch was cold, unwelcoming and uncaring. Even with that, you followed his lead out of the mansion, not caring to wave goodbye to Ben. 

It is when he opens his old car, probably expensive as hell, when you ask him. “Where are we going?”

He smiles “Oh, my darling. We are going to my state”

Your mind has problems remembering how you two exactly arrived at his state. You have had too much alcohol, either way. 

And as you went away from the party, you started to ask yourself more things. Why did you ignore Ben? You were an ass to him, and you didn’t care about it. But in truth, you did, and you felt awful about it. 

It made zero sense; you couldn’t understand your change of heart. As if sorcery was inflicted upon you, or mind control. When you take out your phone, to send him a message, to apologise, and to also tell Lisa where you are, you find yourself with no signal at all. You barely had any battery on it too.

“Do not bother” Aemond’s cold tone comes as he drives. The car was so old, the gearshift was like a lever next to the steering wheel. Damn, this shit didn’t even have a radio. “There is no signal around here”

“No technology either…” you murmur between your teeth, and try to look out in the darkness of the night. It was all mist, from miles and miles in the field. 

“Do not worry yourself” He says, and with that, you shut up. 

Your walk is almost automatic, following his lead into his house. It was a mansion, more like a Victorian one. Maybe even older, this truly seems like centuries old. You couldn’t imagine how old his dynasty was to inherit something like this. 

Aemond could be as sultry as he was cold, because soon enough you were on his bed, sitting as he talked softly, about your appearance or how perfect you were. You truly didn’t take a look around his home, or his room. Surely, there were a lot of stairs, and a lot of floors. But you only cared for Aemond.

“Dressing up like Christine, hm? Suits you” He murmurs, his hands cupping your face as if you were dear to him, yet there was no tenderness in his tone, only that detachment you despised. 

“Hm” it was all you could say. 

“So perfect for me. I knew I was right on you”

His lips devour yours as he kisses you, and you can do anything but return his kisses, perhaps not with the same fervour, but still you are a bit enthusiastic with that. 

If he was cold, he made it up by being addicted. Kissing him was addictive, and the taste of it was making you lean closer and closer to him. And it was as if he thought the same about you, by the way he was acting the same, if not more desperate. 

You feel his kisses travel down, as his hands lower down to move the skirt of your dress, feeling your bare legs and going upwards. His face nuzzles your neck, and you can feel how he leaves hickeys, bites and wet kisses on the skin. 

He was insane with lust, like an animal as he pressed kisses on your collarbone, pulling you back in his bed. Kissing Aemond was like being in heaven; you could barely feel your own body. 

“You are perfect” He murmurs “No need to be nervous” his tone is sultry, almost too enchanting for you. 

You weren’t even nervous, to be honest. Your heart was racing like crazy, and your hands were sweating. Still, you didn’t feel nervous. 

“I’m not” you murmur softly. 

“You are” he says, his eyes turning to look at you. “I know it. You can’t hide anything from me”

As his hands move to take off your clothes, and his mouth relishes on your breasts, clavicle and neck, you start to wonder. Was he stalking you? You remember him too dizzily to connect dots, but he was starting to… 

Scare you. Arouse you. You weren’t even sure.

Aemond was especially good with his mouth; his kisses pressed lower and lower as his hands caressed your thighs softly, looking up at you. 

“I’ll make you feel better” he promises, his tone sounds ever sweeter. “I know what to do to cure you”

If the remark was oddly strange, he doesn’t give you a moment to think about it, as his mouth goes to your cunt, his tongue moving expertly along your folds to taste you, like a man starved does. He was, in a way, starved. You could see it in his gaze, looking up to you to see your reactions and if trying to see right across your soul. 

He accommodates your thighs on his shoulders, as if hugging your back to press you further to his face, and mouth. He was groaning on it, delighting himself in your taste, as you could only whimper and see with half lidded eyes, biting your lower lip as you feel your head starting to drop back in delight.

His mansion was cold, and Aemond was even colder, yet everywhere he touched, felt warm. It was magnificently paradoxical, yet it made every sense in your head. If you could form a logical thought, that would be, because when Aemond touched you it was as if your brain melted completely, being nothing as he touched your body.

“Will you let me?” He asks, his mouth and chin shiny from your arousal, gods, you were leaking wet. You haven’t noticed until now, you were really wet. And he only seems to be happy about it. 

He glances up at your face, watching you closely with his careful eye. You were right on his mercy, and he liked it. He could tell that you were loving it, the way he gives you attention and takes care of you, and yet he isn’t pleased when you nod as a way to answer him “I want you to say it out loud”

“Yes” you say, your breath almost stuck in your throat as you speak, nodding. Your cheeks were red, and you could feel your blood going everywhere in your body, especially where he had touched you, and kissed you.

“You are all mine, hm?” He says, seeing the hickeys on your neck and legs. 

His cock was hard, and he was as excited as you were to have you. You didn’t quite get what he was after, sex? Taking care of you? An odd, distorted and sick pleasure of… doing what he does? You couldn’t get it. 

He doesn’t use protection, and you also don’t try to ask about it. You just don’t care about it, you want him. You need him. You craved him. 

Aemond hiss when he enters you. Your pussy is warm, wet and welcoming to his cock. Seeing you in display to him, moaning as his cock starts filling you is too much for him. It’s too overwhelming, and he has to curse out loud, moving to grab your thighs to pull you closer, your body moving as if you were a ragdoll. 

“Fuck, princess. That’s it” he mutters, his hips going back, before harshly going forward, starting to pound into you as if he was a feral animal, grunting and groaning, 

Your body welcomes his harshness, feeling his cock pound again and again against all your sensitive spots. He knows what he was doing, surely, and he knew how to please his partner in bed. His dick slides effortlessly into her cunt, you could feel his balls slapping against your skin. 

“Aemond” you moan is more like a whine, the same tone wounded animals used emit when in pain. Oddly enough, that turns him on more. 

“That’s it” He murmurs, his hips being harsh as he thrusted, and you could only imagine how much it would hurt to stand up next morning. "Sing for me...."

Aemond reaches with his hand to find your clit. Most men would be blind, but Aemond had experience. His wet fingers rub your clit, as he made sure his thrusts were overwhelming enough to have you made a mess for him. Moaning loudly, he feels your legs shaking a bit as he leans to whisper in your ear.

“Come for me” His tone is many things, a plea, an order, a fact.  "Come to me"

You didn’t know how, but he knew. You were coming hard, as you felt his cock deep inside and his wet kisses all over. It was intense, and he had you all disoriented. Maybe you squirted, maybe he came right with you, and maybe he came inside you. But the truth? You didn’t care. 

You fell asleep soon after, almost unconscious from such a night. Alcohol, crazy sex, and going to a stranger’s home. 

It all hits you by the morning. 

If you could call that a morning, honestly. You wake up, in the silk bed sheets, feeling colder than ever, and naked. You turned around, and everything was dark, as if it was night. The tall, heavy curtains in the windows were old enough to be thick, and not let a single ray of sunshine inside. Yet, it was badly closed, because one ray hit right in your neck, and in your left eye, waking you up. 

You don’t know how long you have slept, as you stand up. You feel panicked, because you went home with a stranger. And then you start remembering. Leaving without telling Lisa, leaving Ben just because Aemond said so, and you were stupid enough to follow him.

And you had sex with him. You can feel your body aching from how feral he was with you, and you sit up in bed, whining, as your whole body is sore and burning you.

You check your thighs, red and lots of bruises there. And your stomach, and your forearms. You stand up carefully, moving closer to the window you had seen in the hallway, not minding your nakedness, or who might see you wander around. 

You are more worried by the blood coming out your neck. You see yourself in the mirror; your neck has dry blood, bruises and hickeys. Your face? Intact. But your neck and collarbone were… destroyed. Your breasts are saved, just a little bit, bitten and full of hickeys, but no blood there.

You try to move the dry blood, trying to see what you were injured. You didn’t hear a sound in the house; it was dark, and quiet. The most light that entered was from a skylight in the stairs, which seemed to be endless.

You see two dots, deep and scarlet in your neck. And another pair, and another. You had to check more than twice to try to make it sense. Aemond had bitten you. It was all Aemond.

“I see you have woken up” He murmurs, leaning on the hallway, with a cup of tea, and some cookies. 

You turn to look at him, and you regret not having something to cover yourself with.

“You are a monster” You say, turning back to the room, to try and go find your clothes and your phone. “Biting me like a… a… a vampire” you say, just to test the waters. Hells, you didn’t even believe he was a vampire.

Aemond chuckles, following right behind you as he leaves the tray in the cabinet. He looks at you, covering the door unconsciously, as he crosses his arms. “So you figured it out then” he says. “I thought it would take you less”

“You… drugged me”

“No” He says, crossing his arms, offended. “I did not need to.”

He was attractive, but it wasn’t him. It wasn’t his charm, and how handsome he was. Of course, you think, being an idiot. You had seen twilight a million times, and you felt like Bella when she discovered the same about Edward. 

“Vampires aren’t real” You remind him, putting on your clothes. They were dirty, yet you just wanted to get out of there. Gods, you were an idiot. An idiot. And you didn’t even know what you would tell Lisa, or Ben, or your parents…

“Aren’t they, really?” He asks, almost mockingly. “And where are you going, darling?” He asks amused, seeing you grab your purse and pull your clothes fast as day. It took you a bit to close the corset of the dress, but whatever. 

“Away” you mutter, which causes him to laugh.

The only, genuine and loud laugh you have heard him do. Maybe the most genuine he has ever been in the time you have meet him.

“You are adorable, my sweet” he says, his tone as detached even with his amusement. “I thought it was clear. You are not going anywhere”

You look at him, as if confused. He wasn’t a vampire, it was ridiculous. It felt like a crappy movie that they passed through forgotten channels. 

“Yeah, right” you say, passing through him and going into the hallway. “I am leaving” you tell him, trying to look brave, as you try to decipher the fucking mansion. 

“You are scared as a kitten” Aemond says, more amused than anything “Your heart is beating like crazy, darling”

“Whatever!” You scream, finding some stairs and going down. 

“And how will you ever leave? The closest town is far away for leaving on foot.”

“I’ll call a tab” you say, stubbornly, taking out your phone. 

Seriously? 11%? You sighed. Aemond didn’t stop you, but let you figure it on your own. There was no signal here.

If you go, with how cold it was, you were going to die of hypothermia. And going out without a map, without a direction, you will be also dead, if not found by him. You really, really were trapped. You had to think of something else, surely, but not now…

“I see your pretty head has figured it out” Aemond says, from top of the stairs. “Now, will you take the cookies and tea I had you? I bought them just for you” he says, almost annoyed. “I can’t let my pet starve”

That was what he wanted you for. If he was a vampire, he needed blood. And he had his fill, and he had his next meal. It was you; he wanted you as food, and to fuck. 

"I want my pretty angel to keep on singing for me" his tone is deep, smiling, as he teases you with those words. "My angel of music"

You want him to shut up, but at the same time, you don't.

You remember, for a moment, when he bites you with his fangs. You had thought it was with the costume, but he didn’t dress up. He surely invented he was Nosferatu, and you believed it like a fool. Those fangs weren’t fake, and they dig into your neck to draw blood from you, multiple times. 

It was painful, and it stung like a bitch. You didn’t want him to feed on you.

"You have come here with one purpose and one alone" he says, as he lure you into his whims "I have needed you with me... to serve me. "

Yet when you see him smile, guiding you to eat, you feel calm, even if your mind knew he was using his dirty tricks on you, just like before. He seduced you, into his will. And gods, if you didn’t feel like you wanted just that: be his forever. To feed, to fuck, to devour. 

It was surely going to drive you insane one day, yet you had to get used to it. It didn’t seem as if you were going to be out anytime soon. 

[sxcret-garden]

ღ Ateez Yunho x gn!reader ღ words: ~1k ღ genre: smut (sub!Yunho, he's blindfolded, temperature play (ice cubes), nipple play, oral, handjob, overstimulation, multiple orgasms (all idol receiving), dacryphilia) ღ reader: no description of reader’s anatomy, no pronouns used to refer to reader ღ warnings: none ღ prompt: “I can’t get enough of you.”

Author’s note: Idkkkk I just love the concept of letting service dom!Yunho lean back while you take care of him and repay him for all the times he’s done the same for you,,, and subsequently having him become a moaning, shaking mess underneath you,,,,,,,

Your boyfriend lets out a breathy moan at the cold sensation of the ice cube against his skin. Holding it between your lips, you drag it from his sternum all the way up to his throat, making him throw back his head instinctively to give you access, and then once you lift it off his skin, he lets out a shaky sigh. You cup his face with one hand, thumb brushing against his cheek and the silky fabric of the blindfold, placing the ice into your other hand, before you lean in for a kiss. His lips feel hot against yours for a moment, until you’ve adjusted to the temperature difference, and while you kiss him at an unhurried pace you don’t hesitate to part his lips with your tongue to lead him into an open mouthed kiss. He lets you take control as his hands find your hips on top of him, loosely holding onto them.

“I’ll take care of you today,” you mutter once you part. It’s been a while since you’ve last done this, switched roles, made him sprawl out on the bed for you to have your way with him - but oh, how you missed this. Of course you like it when he’s in control, doing everything in his might to make you feel nothing short of amazing. But sometimes the urge to give all of that back overcomes you, and in times like these you always find yourself baffled at how much more badly you could need him.

You roll your hips on top of him once, a teasing gesture, and yet - the deprivation of one of his senses heightens all others, and you don’t fail to draw another of those pretty moans from his lips.

“Shit, Yun… I can’t get enough of you.” It’s merely a whisper as you lean back in, pressing another impatient kiss against the corner of his mouth, and then you take the ice cube between your lips again, letting a drop of the cold water fall onto his chest. Mesmerized by the goose bumps forming on his skin and his nipples hardening without you needing to touch them, you eventually lean back in to take one of them into your mouth. The mixture of the cold ice and your hot tongue swirling around the sensitive bud has him arching his back underneath him, and the way he reacts so strongly has you moaning while you continue your ministrations. You move on eventually, scattering ice cold kisses down his stomach, leaving the remainder of the ice cube behind on his navel for it to melt there. Your hand finds Yunho’s cock, grown to its full size now, and you find yourself amused by how affected he is once again. Starting to give him a few slow strokes, you lick up the droplets of water running down his skin, and then you position yourself in between his thighs, aching to please him even more.

“You good, baby?” you ask, running your nails down the inside of his thigh, your lips hovering just above his tip.

“Y-yeah,” he gives you a strained answer, desperation in his voice and you grin to yourself.

“Gonna make you feel even better…” you say, before you press a kiss to his head and even at such a tiny gesture you can feel him shiver underneath you. “Fuck, you’re so sensitive, Yun…” Very slowly, you lick a stripe up the underside of his cock, and when you finally reach the tip, you wrap your lips around it. Your boyfriend lets you hear a whine, one that you assume wasn’t supposed to slip out, as he immediately presses his lips tightly together, but you can’t help but want more of it. “Let me hear you, baby,” you say. “Sounds so pretty…” And as soon as you take him into your mouth, sinking down on him as you hollow your cheeks until you have as much of him inside of you as you can take, yet another of those sinful whines bursts out of him. His breathing heavy and his thighs attempting to close around your frame, he moans at your touches. You go at exactly the pace you know he likes the most, doing all the things that will be sure to drive him crazy in no time, and when you begin to moan in tune with him, a curse escapes him.

“Shit, Y/N… g-gonna cum…” His fingers grappling at the bedsheets until his knuckles turn white, you keep your pace steady, until finally you can feel his warm seed spilling into your mouth and you swallow without hesitation. Leaving not a drop of his cum behind, you sit up eventually, and before he can fully come down from his high, you continue stroking him until you can feel him getting hard again. “Sh-shit…” Yunho tries to hold back any more of those desperate whines as he bites his bottom lip, but it’s no use. You watch your boyfriend squirming underneath you, sometimes instinctively bucking his hips into your hand while he mewls at the overstimulation. His ears bright red and his muscles working underneath the skin in futile attempts to balance out the overwhelm - and still he doesn’t tell you to stop. Instead, there’s soon broken moans falling from his lips, your hand that’s moving up and down his pulsating cock picking up in speed, and the way he cries out as he cums again could’ve sent you over the edge as well.

“You did so well, baby,” you coo at him once you finally let him rest, hovering above him as you leave a trail of soothing kisses up his chest, and when you take off his blindfold, you can see the tears in the corner of his eyes. Running your fingers through his hair, you press a kiss to his temple, to his nose, and finally to his lips. “So, so well.”

[thyme-in-a-bubble]

july

a summer in dunbrook, part two

a/n: SUMMER BUZZCUT! I REPEAT, SUMMER BUZZCUT!!

summary: with the dropped ice cream blissfully forgotten, a soft laugh billowed out of you, “thank you,” as your fingers raked through his dark hair, “now,” you let out a deep exhale, “are you ready to lose some of this?” and tugged gently at his locks. 

warnings: lumberjack!frank castle x reader, sequel to lilac, smut, lumberjack AU, ice cream, haircut, nightmare, crying, kissing, dirty talk, oral

word count: 1834

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Both of your feet swung gently as you sat on the kitchen table and let your gaze trace the shirtless boulder of a man who wandered around the cabin in a wild goose chase. The ice cream cone you were holding for Frank as he searched slowly melted in the scorching heat the treat helped combat. In between licks of your own cone, firmly clasped in your dominant hand, you raised up your other to lap up the streak of strawberry cream that had melted down your forearm. 

Stretching up from his molten position on the kitchenette’s floor, Enzo’s back rose to graze the soles of your feet and he momentarily paused there, happily puffing as you caressed his long spine, before he moseyed off to hop up on the couch. 

“Ah!” Frank exclaimed, the entire length of his arm stuffed inside a cabinet, “found it!” and yanked out a pair of clippers for you to see, “told you I had some lying around.” 

Crossing the living space to join you once again, he placed the trimmer beside where you sat, before he retrieved the half-melted treat you handed back to him. 

Your gaze however narrowed as you watched him devour the remainder of his ice cream in a matter of seconds. 

“What are you doing?” your teeth nearly began to ache as you watched him bite into the frozen dessert, “why can’t you just lick it like a normal human being?” 

A slight smirk then appeared on his lips as he swallowed the last bit. Holding your gaze, he grabbed your wrist, which kept your ice cream angled towards your lips, and raised it up till it was completely out of your reach. But before you could complain, his head tilted as he let his tongue trace the melted chocolaty line that dripped down and created stripes from your palm to your elbow.

“Like that?” he cheekily asked before continuing his lapping. 

Breath caught in your throat as you stared back at him, a hazy chuckle then bubbled out of your lungs as the softness of his tongue and the silkiness of his open-mouthed kisses sufficiently melted you just like the ice cream, still clutched in your grasp. 

“Y-yeah, that’s–, uhm, yeah…” your eyes fluttered as you watched him slowly sink down to the floor. 

Planting a peck on one of your knees that poked out of the thin sundress that had ridden up, he teased, “you’re such a messy eater, sweetheart,” he nipped you playfully, “I think you managed to get some ice cream down here too…” 

An airy giggle then escaped you as his beard tickled your thigh, “probably…” 

“You always eat your ice cream so slowly that you end up wearing it all,” he jested, though you both knew you hadn't managed to get any on the spot where his hot kisses were clearly on a path towards. 

His grasp then scooped around you and yanked you closer to the edge, closer to him.

“You want me to clean it up for you?” he glanced up at you as he pushed the hem of your dress up higher, his hot breath already fanning over the wet spot decorating the cotton of your underwear. 

“Mhm,” you nodded, biting down on your grin as he hooked a finger in your panties and pulled the gusset to the side, clutching it there as your legs instinctively cracked further open for him. 

As his sloppy kisses then began to devour you whole, your free hand fluttered down and weaved in with his hair, softly clutching it for purchase as his sturdy nose nudged firmly against your clit, before enclosing his attention around it, making your entire body buzz.

He eagerly lapped up your wetness, just as if it was the dripping ice cream cone in your hand, the one that swiftly dropped to the tabletop beside your seat as your thighs began to tremble on either side of his thick skull.

His name tumbled off your lips as a hazy chant before it melted into a shuttering moan that reverberated throughout the small cabin. 

Giving your puffy pearl one last peck that managed to make you jump slightly from the sensitivity, Frank uttered, “there,” and let your panties snap back into place and wetly cling against your core, “all clean.”

With the dropped ice cream blissfully forgotten, a soft laugh billowed out of you, “thank you,” as your fingers raked through his dark hair, “now,” you let out a deep exhale, “are you ready to lose some of this?” and tugged gently at his locks. 

Pulling himself back up to his feet, he stole a swift kiss before declaring, “very.”

Helping you off the counter, you then seized the clippers as he caught one of the chairs by the small dining table. With a short whistle from Frank’s lips, Enzo jumped off the couch and tottered out the ever agape front door and joined the pair of you on the small porch. 

The golden dog curled up by Frank’s feet as he planted himself in the chair, briefly bending down to scratch his ear as you studied the settings on the hair clippers. 

Standing behind him, you breathed, “alright,” before planting your palms on each of his broad shoulders and craning your neck to kiss the crown of his head, “welcome to my barbershop, sir. What can I do for you on this fine summer day?”

“Just take it all off,” his fingers swiftly ran through both his beard as well as the short waves tickling his forehead. 

“How short?” you extended the trimmer down for his sight to catch. 

He swiftly slid the guard up only a few millimetres, just enough for a proper buzzcut, one you knew he’d adorned countless of times throughout his life, though a side of him you’d never had the chance of actually witnessing yourself. 

Once all of his locks dusted the sun-heated porch and only a shadow of the dark hair remained on the curve of his skull and along his wide jaw, you clicked the buzzing of the clippers off and brushed some more fuzz off his bare shoulders. 

“Wow…” you breathed as stepped back and took in his new appearance properly. 

“What? Did you take off one of my eyebrows?” he jested, glancing back at your stunned smile. 

“No, they’re there, you’re perfect, you’re–, wow…” you giggled as you hadn’t quite expected it to suit him this much, nor stir up the butterflies deep within your belly Frank had tamed only moments before, “you look really handsome…”

Catching a hold of you, he scooped you close and brought your grin to his. The now short scruff that prickled his jaw was a stark yet welcome contrast to the softness of his lips. 

However, when the kiss began to heat up and his silky tongue flickered out to dance against yours, a laugh suddenly burst from you. 

“What?” he breathed blissfully as he gazed up at your giggling visage and let his hands wander across your bottom. 

“It’s just–,” you chuckled, “you still taste like me.”

Catching your jaw, he then guided you back down and stole another peck.

“And you still taste like ice cream.” 

Stirring awake with a shaky gasp of air, the petrifying nightmare that had haunted your slumber caused tears to swiftly sting the corners of your eyes.

Glancing to your left, you discovered that you fortunately hadn’t managed to wake your partner, though you surely would if he heard the sobs that were fighting to escape you. 

Carefully, you tried to be swift as you peeled the thin sheet off of your sweat-glistening frame and got out of bed. Your tip toes carried you all the way through the cabin, past the snoring dog by the cold fireplace, and out of the front door till you stood on the rough wooden planks of the porch. 

Shuttering weeps rocked your form and caught on the mild night breeze that rustled the treetops sprouting up around the nearby lake. 

And when the uncontrollable cries began to mellow out and morph into weary sniffles, you found yourself crumbled onto the crooked steps with your head resting against the railing. 

As you blinked down at the scar that broke up the skin on your upper thigh, nauseating images of the vivid dream began to flood you once more just before you heard the door behind you creak and a low gravel found your ears. 

“Hey,” the molasses of Frank’s deep voice flowed over you, though you couldn’t gather the strength to answer him. As he overheard one of your soft sniffles, it felt as if you only blinked once before he was sitting beside you on the steps. Catching sight of your tear-stained cheeks in the moonlight, he only exhaled softly, “do you wanna talk about it?” 

“I’m okay,” you answered automatically, though he didn’t hesitate to gently correct.

“That’s not what I asked,” clearly seeing through your white lie. 

“It was just a nightmare,” you glanced back down at your legs poking out of the borrowed t-shirt you’d slept in, “same as it usually is, so no, I don’t particularly wanna talk about it…” 

Tenderly grasping your hand in his, he simply nodded, “okay,” before the sound of paws clicked against the floors behind you.

Before you could turn your head, you felt as Enzo came up beside you and nuzzled himself against you. 

“Hey, buddy,” a soft smile crinkled up your bloodshot eyes as you briefly tangled your free fingers in his honied fur, before he sat down beside you and you slinked your arms around him completely, letting your face smoosh into his fluff. 

“You’re such a good boy,” Frank uttered as he scratched him as well.

“The best,” you pulled back and wiped your nose with the back of your hand, “I’m so sorry your family haven’t found you yet,” tears nearly began to prickle out again as you spoke, “you’re so wonderful, how could someone not turn the world upside down just to track you down again?”

“Maybe his owner was someone who didn’t treat him alright and that’s why he left,” Frank thought out loud, “or maybe it was someone old, someone who died, and that’s why no one’s found him.”

“Do you really believe that?” you glanced up at him. 

“Maybe,” he tilted his head, then slowly said, “I’ve also been thinking, perhaps if we continue to still not hear anything, that maybe we keep him.”

Sucking in a breath, “really?” the corners of your lips couldn’t help but tug upwards. 

“Yeah, I mean if you want to,” Frank shrugged, “I know you adore him, but I also know that saying yes to something like that is completely different from just giving him a temporary place to stay–”

“No, I want to,” you spat out, clinging your arms tighter around Enzo as your gaze flickered down to look at him, “I wanna–, yes.”

© 2024 thyme-in-a-bubble 

[mischievoushiddleston]

Golden Cage

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Warnings: Manipulative Loki, stepfather x stepdaughter, Smut

Y/N tore her gaze from the pages of her book, which had her completely mesmerized, when a muffled sound caught her attention. Footsteps. They were approaching her hiding place. The blood rushed in her ears as she wished desperately that the person would just pass by. All she wanted was peace and quiet.

Her gaze slid involuntarily to the window, through which she saw one of the Chitauri fly by. She hated these creatures, these intruders, more than she could ever have expressed. They seemed to be inexorably increasing in number ever since Loki had defeated the Avengers. No one knew what had happened to the heroes. They had disappeared without a trace.

"Y/N?"

The velvety voice cut through the silence like a sharp knife. Her breath hitched as goose bumps spread over her body like a wave. She bit down hard on her lower lip to keep from making a sound, no matter how strong the urge.

Finally, after seemingly endless seconds, she heard the footsteps moving away. Relieved, she let out the breath she had been unconsciously holding. Carefully, she pushed the curtain aside a little and took a look outside. The air was clear.

She rose from the windowsill with renewed determination. She wanted to return to her room as quickly as possible. But before she left, she turned back to the window and drew the curtains to hide any trace of her presence.

"I knew you'd be here."

The words were breathed softly, almost like a promise, and yet they seemed to ring like thunder in the silence. Y/N flinched, her breath catching. Slowly, almost reluctantly, she turned around.

"Your Majesty," she murmured with a forced calm as she bowed slightly.

Loki stepped closer, his steps soundless, his mischievous grin treacherous. "So formal ... Yet we are family, aren't we?" He gestured casually with his hands between them, as if the connection was natural.

Y/N's eyes narrowed, her voice cutting. "Nothing makes you my family just because my mother was forced to marry you."

"She seemed quite willing when she was in my bed last night," Loki said with a self-satisfied smirk that emphasized his arrogance.

Y/N's eyes narrowed in anger, her voice icy cold as she retorted, "You're disgusting." Without another glance, she turned to leave. But before she could take a single step, she felt Loki's hand grab her. With a relentless tug, he pulled her against him, her back pressed against his hard chest.

"Don't pretend you don't want it too..." he whispered against her ear, his voice a dark, silky promise. He paused, his breath warm on her skin. "If it helps you: I would have taken you as my wife if I'd known you existed."

His lips touched her neck, little more than a gentle graze, but the effect was like an electric shock. An uncontrollable tremor ran through her body as she desperately tried to maintain control of her breathing.

"Who said I would want you?" Her voice was quiet, almost a whisper, but her words carried a brash challenge that betrayed her trembling resolve.

Loki's grin deepened, his eyes sparkling with sinister amusement. Without a word, he pushed his body closer to hers until she could feel the immovable hardness of his chest. His fingers slid slowly, like a snake, around her neck. He exerted no pressure - he didn't need to. The mere gesture was enough to demonstrate his absolute control.

His lips drew close to her ear, his every movement deliberately slow, as if to force her to endure every moment of his nearness. "You can lie, little mortal," he whispered, his voice a dangerous, velvety promise, "but your body betrays you. The way you moan my name ... in the darkness of your room ... when you think you're alone."

His words burned like fire on her skin. She gasped for air, unable to quell the flood of shame and anger that raged inside her. His breath brushed across her neck, warm and seductive as he deliberately kept the distance between his lips and her skin agonizingly small.

"You can deny it all you want," he continued, his fingers a touch firmer but still controlled, "but I hear it. I see it." A dangerous smile played around his lips as he paused to savor her reaction. "And deep down, you know you're mine."

Her heart was racing, every instinct inside her was screaming to flee - and yet she stood frozen. Her voice failed, her words caught in her throat.

His free hand slid slowly over her stomach, each movement deliberate and agonizingly gentle. She paused there for a moment before it moved on, its fingertips brushing over her skin almost mockingly. Finally, he placed them on her hips and pulled her relentlessly closer until her ass pressed firmly against his pelvis.

 

A soundless, barely audible moan escaped her lips, which she could not suppress despite her best efforts. Her thoughts were a mess, but the unmistakable hardness of his desire pressing against her made her control falter.

"Why don't you take what you want, princess?" His voice was a dangerous whisper, low yet piercing, like a hunter challenging his prey.

The words seeped into her consciousness like a poison, sweet and fatal. His breath brushed warmly over her neck as his hand paused on her hip, firm enough to feel her skin but not firm enough to actually hold her - as if inviting her to take the next step.

Y/N bit her lower lip, struggling to control her breathing, which was getting heavier by the moment. She hated him. She hated his arrogance, his matter-of-factness - and yet there was something about him that threw her off balance every time.

"Maybe..." she began softly, her voice just a breath, but she forced herself not to let him get the upper hand. "...Because I don't want something that's already tainted."

A shadow flitted across Loki's face before his usual smug grin returned. His hand on her hip pulled her even closer until not even a breath could fit between them.

"Spoiled?" He let the word hang in the air, almost tasting it before repeating it as if it amused him. "If that's the case, then I wonder why you're trembling, princess."

His hand on her neck moved slightly, barely noticeably, and yet his every touch seemed like a blow to her self-control. His thumb stroked gently over the sensitive skin on the side of her neck, a mixture of threat and enticement.

"Go ahead and lie to yourself," he murmured, his lips so close to her ear that she could feel the tickle of his breath. "But your body speaks a language I understand very well."

His grip loosened for a moment, as if to give her space - only to pull her against him again, his movement slower this time, more pleasurable. There was no haste in his actions, just an absolute awareness of his power over her.

"So?" he whispered, his voice low and velvety. "Are you going to keep playing, Princess, or are you finally going to be honest?"

Y/N pressed her lips together, her hands clenched into fists. She wanted to say something back, wanted to push him back, laugh at him - but none of that happened. Instead, she cursed the traitorous trembling that ran through her body.

Y/N took a deep breath, her heart pounding like a drumbeat in her chest. The warmth of his body still burned against her skin, but she forced herself to regain control. Her fingers lifted slowly, gently, and settled over his, still resting loosely around her neck. Her touch was unexpected, almost tender, and a small spark of amusement flickered in his eyes.

"Maybe you're right," she whispered, her voice soft, almost a breath, but with an undertone that captured his attention. Her fingers stroked his, her movements careful, almost like a game. "My body does speak a language, Loki."

For a moment, she let the tension between them grow, making him believe that he had broken it. Then, with a deft movement, she twisted his hand and took a quick step out of his grasp. Surprise flickered briefly in his eyes, but before he could react, she pushed him against the wall.

Their bodies were still dangerously close, her chest brushing his torso as she leaned forward. Her eyes sparkled, a dangerous mix of anger and something she hardly dared admit to herself. "But you made a mistake, Loki," she said softly, her voice firmer now, but not without a hint of challenging sensuality.

He laughed softly, a dark, vibrating sound that seemed to echo through her whole body. "A mistake?" His lips twisted into an amused smirk, though she noticed his breathing was a little heavier. "I'm curious, princess. Enlighten me."

Instead of flinching, she leaned even closer to him, her lips inches from his. Her hand pressed against his chest, feeling the warmth and quiet strength that lay beneath. "You think you can control me," she whispered, her voice now a seductive hiss, "but I'm not like the others."

Loki lowered his head slightly until his lips almost touched hers. "Oh, I know you're not like the others," he murmured, his voice low and velvety as his hand slowly sought out her hip and lingered there. "That's exactly why you're so ... fascinating."

Her chest heaved as she took a deep breath, her breathing heavy and uneven. She wanted to back away, to push him, to ridicule him - but her body betrayed her again. Her knees felt weak as his touch chased a cursed heat through her.

He noticed, of course. His grin widened, darkened. "Look," he whispered, his voice like a sensual promise as his thumb stroked the sensitive curve of her waist. "You fight me so much, princess. But here -" He slid his hand over her hip, just firmly enough to set her nerves on fire, "- your body has long been mine."

But this time she didn't let him get away with it. With a sudden jerk, she pressed him harder against the wall, her thigh pressed lightly against his, a gesture that radiated as much self-confidence as defiance.

"And yet here I am," she whispered, her lips against his ear, her voice now infused with honeyed hardness. "Still myself. Still free. And if anyone here is mesmerized, Loki, it's you."

Y/N felt the crackle in the air between them, a dangerous mixture of anger, defiance and something she didn't dare name. Her heart raced, but she forced herself to keep her composure, her voice clear and firm.

"Maybe you should find someone easier to control," she said with a sarcastic smile, her eyes sparkling defiantly. She straightened up, wanting to turn away, wanting to show him that she was stronger, that she wouldn't be part of his game.

But she didn't get far.

Before she could take a step, she felt his hand grab her hip, strong and demanding. He pulled her back, with an effortless strength that took her breath away. In one fluid, unrelenting moment, she was pressed against him again, her hands on his chest to keep him at a distance - but this time he gave her no room.

"And yet," Loki murmured, his voice a low, raspy whisper, "you're not leaving. Not really."

His words barely hung in the air before he acted. With a speed that caught her off guard, he lowered his head and captured her lips with his. The kiss wasn't a cautious one, not a hesitant one-it was demanding, raw, engaging. His lips moved over hers, soft and relentless at the same time, as if he wanted to take a piece of her that she wasn't ready to give.

A soft, surprised sound escaped her and she wanted to fight back, wanted to push him away - but her body did not obey her. Instead, her hands buried themselves in the fabric of his tunic, as if she was looking for support while heat shot through her.

He felt it. Of course he did. His grip on her hip tightened, his other hand traveled to her neck in a slow, seductive motion, his fingers sliding through her hair, holding her where he wanted her.

When he released the kiss for a moment to catch his breath, time seemed to stand still. His eyes searched hers, full of triumph, but also something darker - a desire that went deeper than she had expected.

"Tell me, princess," he murmured, his voice little more than a raspy whisper as his thumbs stroked gently over her skin, "why are you fighting so hard against something you want as much as I do?"

Y/N's chest rose and fell violently, her breath coming in short bursts. She opened her mouth to say something, to hold something out to him that would shatter all his arrogance - but her words stuck. His grip, his closeness, the taste of his lips on hers - everything seemed to paralyze her.

"I ... I don't want anything from you," she finally pressed out, her voice weak, almost believable. But her trembling hands, still on his chest, betrayed her.

Loki smiled. It wasn't the smug grin she had seen so often, but something deeper, darker, that made her knees go weak again. "Go ahead and lie, little princess," he said softly as he brushed her cheek with a gentle, unexpectedly tender touch. "But don't forget - I see you. And I'm going to take what's been mine for a long time."

 

She wanted to say something back, wanted to curse him for his words, but he didn't give her a chance. He kissed her again, this time more slowly, more intensely, his lips playing with hers like a musician plucking the strings of an instrument. The world around them disappeared, and for a moment all she could feel was him - his heat, his strength, the way he made every one of her walls crumble.

Loki deepened the kiss, his tongue demanding against her lips, and then flipped her over in one swift, fluid motion so that she was now pressed back against the cold wall. Her breathing was rapid as her hands clutched desperately at him, as if she could hold on to them to keep from losing herself in the heat of the moment. A voice screamed inside her, urging her to stop, but that voice grew fainter and fainter until it finally faded into the background. As his hands stroked her thighs slowly and firmly and he slid one leg between her trembling legs to spread them wider, the stream of sensations blotted out everything else. Nothing else mattered, only the fire he kindled in her.

Her mother's shrill, panicked voice brutally snapped her out of her trance, and in a jerky reflex she pushed Loki away from her. Her heart hammered in her chest as she turned quickly in the direction the call had come from, her senses still dazed by the moment. "Tonight you are mine," Loki whispered in her ear in an almost inaudible, seductive tone, just as her mother turned the corner. The words faded into the air, a final, dangerous breath. Y/N turned back to him with a thud, but he was gone, as if he had stolen away with the wind.

For the rest of the day, she tried desperately to distract herself, to escape her thoughts of him, but she couldn't do it. His words kept returning to her head like an incessant echo. His promise echoed inside her, and although she told herself to ignore it, she could not deny that the thought of him - of what he had said - awakened a strange but seductive impulse in her. At the same time, she realized that she must never act around him. She couldn't.

Taking a deep breath, she tried to calm herself and slowly lowered herself into the soothingly warm tub. The hot water enveloped her like a protective embrace, hoping to calm her confused thoughts and nervous shivers. But deep down, she knew that the god had already forgotten everything. It was just another of his countless games, to which he attached no importance whatsoever.

Suddenly, the atmosphere around her changed and Y/N opened her eyes, startled. Her breathing stopped when she saw Loki near her - on the edge of the tub, right next to her. Without warning, without a sound, he was there as if he had never been away.

"That's a delicious sight..." he said with a mischievous grin and scrutinized her with that dangerously tempting look that always gave the feeling that he knew exactly what he was doing. "Even though I was expecting you naked in bed."

Y/N pulled herself together, hastily trying to cover herself with the foam as she felt her cheeks heat up and an uncomfortably shy feeling rise inside her.

"What are you doing here?" she asked quietly, her voice trembling, but it was not a dismissive question, but one tinged with a mixture of curiosity and an inexplicable desire. Her gaze followed him as he rolled up his sleeve with almost casual elegance.

"What are you doing?" she repeated, her breathing quickening as she sensed the moment his hand disappeared into the water. A shiver ran over her body and she held her breath as his fingertips slid over her thigh. A soft, sighing sound escaped her as the warmth of his touch passed through her, a feeling she could no longer suppress.

Loki leaned closer and the sound of his breath on her ear made her body tremble involuntarily. "I always keep my promises," he whispered with a mixture of seduction and certainty. The words echoed in her head as his hand continued to move upwards, her self-control beginning to slip away. She knew she couldn't go back, that she wanted more, that there was no stopping her.

But then, hesitantly, she lifted her hand and closed her fingers around his wrist to stop him. Her touch was gentle but firm, and for a moment he paused, his eyes searching hers. "I don't want to be a game of yours..." she whispered, her voice soft, but the vulnerability and emphasis in it were unmistakable.

An amused but gentle smile played around his lips before he replied. "You would never be a game for your daddy," he replied in a low, confident tone that made her heart beat faster. His words carried an unspoken promise that made her shiver. Before she could say anything in reply, he leaned forward and let his lips move gently over the sensitive skin on her neck.

A shiver ran through her body as she felt his breath tickle her skin. She should have pushed him back, but the soft, demanding whisper of her body made her pause. She liked - more than she wanted to admit - what he called himself. Her daddy. Her grip on his wrist loosened involuntarily until her fingers finally slipped from him completely.

Loki, sensing the moment, let his hand slide further, his touch gentle, almost agonizingly slow. A tremor ran through her body as his fingertips finally brushed over her damp folds. The sensation made her moan softly, her head tilted back and she bit her lips to keep from speaking louder.

"My daddy..." it finally escaped her, a whispered, honest confession that surprised even herself.

"Princess," he breathed against her neck with a mixture of seduction and possessiveness, his warm voice a velvety promise. At that moment, he slid his finger resolutely inside her, a slow, demanding movement that made her arch her back reflexively. An uncontrolled moan escaped her lips, which she could no longer press together. The sweet sound of her pleasure caused a satisfied, dangerously seductive smile to appear on his lips.

Loki did not hesitate to seize the opportunity. He lowered his head and closed his lips around her sensitive nipple as his tongue gently circled it. The heat of his touch burned into her skin, and the combination of the deft movement of his fingers and the tender but demanding treatment of her breast made her tremble. Her head fell back, her senses dazed with desire.

His name formed silently on her lips as each stroke of his fingers and touch of his tongue drew her deeper into a maelstrom of sensations she could no longer escape.

Loki added a second finger in one fluid motion, the intensity of his touch making her gasp involuntarily. He skillfully curled his fingers inside her, searching for and finding the exact spot that made her tremble. Her thighs tensed, a quivering sound escaping her throat as the waves of desire rolled through her body.

As he continued to work her with skillful precision, he lowered his head again and his teeth brushed lightly over her hard, sensitive nipple. It was a delightful contrast of gentle pain and intense pleasure that drew her deeper into the moment. A rough, throaty sound escaped her and almost instinctively her hand shot up. Her fingers snaked into his dark, silky hair, holding him there as if to prevent him from breaking the contact.

Loki lifted his gaze briefly, his emerald eyes sparkling with amusement and triumph, before returning to his work. His name was unspoken on her lips as her body surrendered to him completely.

His thumb began to rub over her clit in a circular motion while his fingers thrust into her in a rougher, more demanding rhythm. The dual stimulation took Y/N's breath away, her senses overwhelmed by the intensity of the sensations. Her fingers clutched at the edges of the tub, her knees trembling slightly as she felt the familiar pressure building deep inside her. She was so close, so damn close...

But it was precisely at this moment that Loki paused. Without warning, he withdrew his hand, leaving her gasping quietly for air as the pent-up heat inside her throbbed painfully.

"What-" she began, her voice quivering with confusion and unquenched desire.

He grinned at her, that dangerously confident, slightly mocking expression that was so much his trademark. "It's time to show how much you want me," he said in a harsh, almost amused tone. His words left no room for doubt as he indicated his crotch with a short nod. The clear bulge in his trousers spoke a clear language and her stomach tightened with a mixture of nervousness and anticipation at the sight.

With trembling hands, she obeyed, her fingers sliding to the laces of his trousers. She undid them slowly, uncertainly, while her eyes wandered back and forth between his face and her task. Loki watched her every move with an intense gaze that almost pierced her, and a faint, amused smile twitched around his lips as she finally undid the last string.

"Show your daddy how good you can be," he murmured softly, his voice a husky whisper full of anticipation and seduction. His gaze was fixed on her, penetrating and unrelenting, as he slowly slid his pants down. With a smooth movement, he released his erection, and the sight made Y/N swallow involuntarily.

A quiet tremor ran through her body as she turned to face him. Her breathing was shallow, her hands rested unsteadily on her thighs, but the heat in his gaze melted her restraint. With a barely perceptible twitch of her lips, she slowly licked her lower lip, more out of instinctive reflex than calculation, but the satisfied look in his eyes told her that he noticed.

Slowly, she leaned forward, her movements cautious but full of determination. Her lips encircled the tip of his erection and a hot, salty taste spread across her tongue. She felt his muscles tense under her touch and a soft, guttural sound escaped him - a sign that she was having the right effect.

Y/N slowly let her lips slide further over him, taking more of him into her mouth as she struggled to keep control of her movements. Her tongue stroked his length, probing and exploring, and she felt his breathing sharpen, a soft, throaty sound escaping his chest. The knowledge that she was upsetting him like this stirred something in her, a desire to tease him even more.

Her hands found purchase on his hips, her fingers clawing lightly into his skin as she leaned deeper, taking in his rhythm. With each slow, rhythmic pull of her mouth, she could feel his tension growing, his muscles hardening under her touch.

"Good girl," Loki murmured in a husky voice, his hand moving to her head, his fingers gently burying themselves in her hair. He did not guide her, but the light pressure of his hand was a silent cue, encouraging her to continue. His words, so quiet and yet full of power, made her cheeks glow and her courage grow.

She intensified her efforts, letting her tongue linger on his most sensitive spot before picking up the rhythm again. Every pull of her lips, every touch of her tongue seemed to set off a wave of lust in him, and she felt his grip on her hair tighten. His breathing quickened and a soft, harsh laugh escaped him as he looked at her.

"You're exceptional..." he murmured, his tone a mixture of praise and possessiveness that made her want to try harder.

Y/N took a deep breath, gathered her courage and let her lips slide lower against him. She felt her throat tighten as she tried to take in more of him. His size filled her, and the slight burn of the unfamiliar was overridden by the overwhelming need to please him.

Loki watched her with a mixture of triumph and dark lust in his emerald eyes. His grip in her hair tightened slightly, a silent hint, and she followed him. Her movements became bolder, and she took him deeper until her lips almost touched the base of his erection.

"That's right, princess," he murmured in a rough voice as his fingers gripped her hair tighter. "Take everything from your daddy."

His words burned in her mind, stirring a desire that drove her onward. She pulled back slowly, letting her tongue glide over his length before taking him deep again, deeper this time. Her breathing became heavier, her eyes watered slightly, but she did not pause. The soft moan that escaped him was like praise, spurring her on.

Loki threw his head back slightly, his chest rising and falling faster as he seemed to lose control of his breathing. "You're a fast learner," he murmured with a dangerously satisfied smile.

With each pull of her lips, her pace became more confident, more rhythmic, and the slight trembling of his body revealed that she was pushing him to the edge of self-control. The heat between them was overwhelming, the connection between them electrifying as she drew him deeper into madness with every movement.

Y/N kept up the pace, her lips and tongue working in sync to give him more and more pleasure. Loki moaned deeply, a rough, guttural sound that unintentionally gave him away. His grip in her hair tightened, his movements more demanding as he gently guided her to do exactly what would drive him over the edge.

"That's it... that's it, my princess," he panted, his voice rough and laced with lust. His breathing quickened further, and Y/N could feel his body tense beneath her, his every muscle taut with anticipation.

With a final, hoarse sound, he lost control. His whole body shook as he climaxed deep inside her mouth. Y/N remained motionless, letting him experience it all without pulling back. Slowly, she pulled away from him, her lips sliding back carefully as she felt the taste on her tongue.

Loki leaned against the edge of the tub for a moment, his chest rising and falling heavily, a satisfied smile on his lips. But this moment did not last long. As soon as he had collected himself, he looked at her with an intense gaze, his eyes glowing with undisguised lust.

"You are incredible, my princess," he said softly, his tone a mixture of praise and demand. Then he began to undress slowly and deliberately. Piece by piece, he dropped the remaining layers of his clothing until his well-toned, flawless body was completely exposed.

Y/N's eyes followed his every movement, and she couldn't help but feel the heat growing inside her as he joined her in the tub. The warm water lapped at his skin as he approached her. His hands slid under the water to her hips, pulling her gently but firmly towards him.

"Now it's your turn, my love," he whispered, leaning forward to seal her lips in a demanding kiss. His hands roamed, exploring her body as the water began to splash around them as he moved to continue the pleasure that had just begun.

Loki pulled Y/N closer to him, his hands sliding over her curves under the water, demanding and gentle at the same time, as if he wanted to explore every inch of her body. His lips broke away from hers and traveled down to her neck, leaving hot, demanding kisses on her skin as the water lapped around them in gentle waves.

"I will take you, princess," he murmured hoarsely at her ear, his voice steeped in desire and possessiveness. "And this time, every part of you is mine."

Before she could reply, he lifted her in one fluid motion, the water easing the gesture, and positioned her above him. Her legs instinctively wrapped around his hips while her hands sought support on his shoulders. The look he gave her - a mixture of dominance, lust and something that almost seemed like worship - made her shiver.

Slowly, he lowered her, and she felt him slide into her, inch by inch, until he filled her completely. Y/N gasped, her head falling back slightly as a deep moan left her throat. Loki paused for a moment, letting her get used to the sensation before he began to move.

His rhythm was slow at first, almost agonizing as he drove her closer to madness with each movement. His hands held her hips, guiding her as he moved deeper into her. Y/N could no longer hold back, her moans grew louder and her nails dug into his shoulders as the intensity increased.

"This is what it feels like when you belong to your daddy," he whispered harshly as his grip on her waist tightened and his thrusts gained strength and speed. The water splashed around her, each of his movements made her sink deeper until the world around her disappeared and only the feeling and the moment mattered.

Her hands moved into his hair, pulling him in for a demanding kiss as her body began to match his rhythm. Her breathing was intermittent, her senses overwhelmed as a wave of ecstasy rolled through her body, only making her pull him closer.

Loki watched her, savoring her every reaction, his eyes glowing with satisfaction and desire. "Give yourself to me, princess," he commanded, his voice like a dark promise as he brought her closer to the abyss with each stroke.

Her fingers tightened tightly in his back, her nails pressing into his skin as the intensity of his thrusts increased. The water splashed over the edge of the tub as he pulled her deeper into the vortex of pleasure with every movement. His presence inside her was unstoppable, each of his powerful thrusts making her feel him more intensely and deeply than ever before.

"My daddy..." she moaned breathlessly, the sound of her voice laced with pure desire. Her chest rose and fell rapidly, her breathing a hoarse hiss that mingled with the sounds of moving bodies and rippling water. Her hips responded to him unconsciously, registering with his movements, while her inner heat increased in an almost painful rhythm.

"My perfect girl... completely mine," he whispered in a raspy voice as he changed his angle. With a slight movement, he rose up and thrust into her at a new, deeper angle, only increasing the intensity of their connection. "If your mother only knew how willingly you give yourself to me..."

She opened her lips to say something, but he interrupted her by engulfing her in a passionate kiss. Loki rolled his hips with each thrust, and she felt the pressure growing inside her, bringing her closer and closer to him. Her body began to tremble uncontrollably as his movements became deeper and more demanding. Suddenly, she climaxed, an intense rush gripping her and sending her body into a rigid frenzy as she gave herself completely to him.

She trembled beneath him as he moved into her again and again until he finally filled her with his lust. Her fingers clawed deep into his shoulders and a dark haze settled over her vision as she surrendered completely to the moment. The next time she came to, she felt the velvety softness of dark green sheets draped over her naked body like a second skin.

Slowly, she pulled the sheets closer to her and sat up. Her eyes fell on Loki, who was leaning casually against the headboard of the bed and looking at her with a meaningful smile.

"What am I doing here?" she whispered in an uncertain voice, her eyes darting carefully over him.

He grinned broadly and didn't take his eyes off her for a second. "You were pretty exhausted after our... little adventure."

A weak nod was all she gave him in reply before turning her head away. Heat rose to her face as she realized he was just as naked as she was. "I should probably get back to my room..." she muttered hastily, trying to extricate herself from the situation.

But Loki moved quickly. With an energetic grip, he forced her to look at him. His slender fingers closed gently but firmly around her ankles and a cheeky glint flashed in his eyes.

"You're not going anywhere," he said with a rough determination that brooked no argument. With a firm tug, he pulled her closer to him. "Your daddy's not satisfied yet..."

[venus-giirl]

"Confessions"

Gyutaro Shabana x fem reader.  

Fandom: Demon Slayer 

Word count: 1428.

Rating: morning sex, whispers, confessions, mentions of pregnancy, Gyutaro being tender and gentle.

N/A: I'm too active today so I wrote this scenario. I haven't stopped thinking about Gyutaro after reading too many fanfics about him, so I just wrote the idea that was running around in my mind. I know I'm late writing about him, but I hope you truly appreciate and enjoy it. 

The ground was wet. Some puddles were scattered in random areas around the house. The land that was not inundated by them was muddy and muddy.

The big overnight storm had cooled the vegetables in the small vegetable garden, with the relief that it was not spoiled by the strong wind that the storm brought. The trees were dripping with fresh water and the clouds were still cresting the sky, dumping a light downpour that fell on the wooden roof. The interior of the small cottage was in a mystical aura due to the enchanting sound produced by the raindrops.

The sun had not even risen. It would be around five o'clock in the morning still, and even if it were to dawn it would still be a gray and rainy morning all day long. The living room of the house emitted an aroma of charcoal and burnt wood after a night of intense fire. Some embers remained hot and red, while others had already turned to ash. Some blankets lay scattered on the floor along with several silky sofa cushions.

Up the stairs and turning left, was your cozy shared room. A nice room that you had christened your nest. The bed was too big for two people, but it was a perfect size if you took a few things into account. The hazel wood-framed canopy towered over the surroundings and from it hung pretty, light white curtains that fell to the bottom, adorned with a series of lace patterns and flowers in various pastel colors.

Under the soft sheets slept Gyutaro hugging your back. His hand hovered over your waist and held your hand without letting go. His other hand snuck under your neck, along with the pillow, making it easy for his nose to touch your bare neck. You had been half awake for a few minutes, though you were struggling not to succumb to sleep again. Occasionally his thumb would caress the back of your hand in an attempt to make sure that if you returned the caress you would be awake, so he waited patiently, enjoying a pleasant morning with the woman he loved.

You groaned and stirred a little from your reverie when you felt Gyutaro's pelvis grind against your bare bottom. The friction it created felt weird, but you loved how he could turn you on so easily. He was already hard and rubbing against you. You were both half asleep, but aware that it was happening.

"Pretty..." he whispers in your ear in a raspy voice. "Good morning, pretty." His breath tickles your neck and you laugh a little.

"Good morning, Gyu" you reply with a smile, even though you can't see it, he has the same smile as you.

"What time is it?" You ask and lean your butt more towards his pelvis, fitting perfectly. You feel Gyutaro curse some inaudible word.

His length slides over your ass cheeks. You were still lubricated with juices from all night, so it created a smooth, sweet slickness.

"Let's stay like this for a while longer, shall we?". His voice takes on a pleading tone. "I like these kinds of mornings, after I've made love to my wife, I wake up in her arms the next day to make love to her again." His mouth sighs into the shell of your ear and his claim makes your skin crawl with goose bumps, wrenching a small, soft chuckle from you when he notices.

His defined thighs wrap between your plush thighs. In the beginning, when you first met Gyutaro, he was much thinner than he is now. There's nothing wrong with being thin, of course, but his critical condition required him to put on a few extra pounds to overcome the anemia he had been suffering from, so for a few months you had to prepare iron-rich meals for him to keep the iron in his blood. You were so happy to see him well and healthy that he even looked happier.

"You're precious, Gyu" you confess in a whisper as you remember it all. "I'm so...proud of you." You moan with your eyes closed as the head of his cock strokes your wet slit to the tip of your clit.

"Don't tell me that...I should tell you." You know how much Gyutaro loves compliments, even though he always tells you that you're the one who should be praised. Still everything about Gyutaro seemed precious in your eyes and you were deeply in love with him.

"Oh, love..." you sigh as he thrusts inside you, reaching deep inside you with ease.

"You're still so tight after everything we did last night."

"Last night was wonderful."

"Always...we can do it again." He begins to move his hips in a smooth back and forth, no need to be rough. With each little lunge he almost doesn't even leave your insides, but moves his hips in a dance that coordinates with the movement of yours.

"Aah..." You moan open-mouthed, still keeping your eyes closed. "I hope you don't waste all the cream on... the living room carpet this time." You hold your breath and your walls flutter as you remember that scene.

"It's not my fault that...aaahgm...the jar fell on the floor" Gyutaro laughs and moans enraptured by your little noises of pleasure.

"And I hope next time you won't suck so violently on my center."

"You mean...your clit? Oooh, but it tasted sooo good to the strawberry jam...mmhm...that I poured all over it."

"Don't say it...so rough, you shameless boy" Gyutaro gives a little lunge amused that you feel ashamed of everything he did to you.

"That's what you weren't telling me last night when you were moaning my name for more" He croons in a mockingly proud tone, still moving. You were so close to getting to where you wanted to be that you are forced to hold back a growl that comes from deep in your throat.

His body hugs you tighter and he turns you upright towards him so he can look at your lewd expressions. He bites his lips, the tips of his sharp teeth digging into your flesh.

"Wait a minute, sweetheart." You loved it when he grabbed you from behind every morning, but today you felt like being closer to him. Gyutaro grunts when he feels you slide down his length and pull it out of your tight walls.

"Shit, no..."

"Sshh." You soothe him with a few slaps on his powerful shoulder and turn around in a quick twist. You entwine your legs between his again and grab his hard member to pump it a few times. He groans and brings his hand to your waist, tightening his grip. He loves it when you hold his cock between your pretty little hands.

"Aah...wait..." He fucks your hand while still moving his hips keeping the same rhythm as before. "Wait, wait..." His words are cut off by pleasure. "I want to cum inside...mmgm...you."

"If we keep this up it won't be long before I'm pregnant, Gyu" you hum his name knowing that this only incites him more. A few times he has fantasized aloud confessing to you that he would like to see your full belly, carrying his child in the future. After all a demon is too greedy. You simply can't put honey on his lips and expect him not to attack for the rest.

"Ooh...trust me, pretty girl, I'm going to impregnate you good." He pulls your hand away and thrusts back inside you. You had taken his pleasure to a much higher point than before. "I want you to feel too full when I cum inside you."

You laugh and reach up to kiss his warm, somewhat rough lips. "Sure, Gyu, you can cum all you want." You clench your rubbery walls as the tip of his member brushes against your cervix and you moan his name in pleasure. "Pretty boys will be scurrying back and forth soon enough."  You confess smiling over the corner of your mouth. He increases his onslaught and gradually lifts you to the peak of pleasure, falling gently into an intense orgasm. Gyutaro grunts and hugs you tightly. Thick strips of white semen fill your insides, some being forced to slide and slide down your thighs as you are completely filled with his seed.

"I love quiet mornings by your side..." He whispers, by the time you want to realize it you both have fallen asleep again. He is still inside you and you just want to squeeze tighter between his chest and sleep a few more hours, until the birds sing the first notes of dawn.

[emmedoesntdomath]

mav, loudly clearing his throat and shaking out a VERY long sheet of paper: my dearest goose

goose, glancing up: yes?

mav, assuming a strong stance like he’s about to serenade him: my dearest nicky, words cannot express my adoration for you, nor my dedication to your side. nay, but I shall attempt anyways. your hair is silky like a really nice pillow, your eyes as deep as a river. your nose was drawn by the gods, and your mouth was painted with a rose. 

goose, turning to mav’s literal boyfriend, eyes wide: you aren’t going to stop him???

ice, mav’s aforementioned literal boyfriend, turning the page in his book: if I stop him now, he’ll just start over

mav, getting louder: YOUR HANDS-

[holybibly]

Tastes like Heaven |Seonghwa x reader|

Genre: smut, vampire au, dark romance

Word Count: 2,3 k

Summary: You taste like heaven and Seonghwa can't get enough.

A missing scene from "Divine Rosa" without any subplot. Seonghwa is drunk on pussy and that's all you need to know.

Can be read as a standalone.

WARNING: only!18+ Blood drinking, blood kink, pet names, explicit sexual content, explicit language, pussy eating, masturbation and more.

A/N: For everyone who wanted to get oneshot with Seonghwa. The original plan was to make it more plot-driven and detailed. But Woosan is a force to be reckoned with. Preview coming up next week.

I'm still learning how to write smut 🙈

"Take this off." Seonghwa ordered as he turned me around and began to unbutton the back of my thin dress.

His graceful, slender fingers pulled the silk down my curves until it puddled at my feet, sending a cool breeze over my heated skin. With a flick of his hand, the silver trays and heavy plates fell from the table to the floor with a deafening clatter. Before I could react, he grabbed my hips and turned me back to face him. The iridescent flames of the candles deepened his hypnotic features to shades as rich and deep as the stone jewel tones that dripped blood onto the wide collar of his kimono.

I didn't have time to enjoy his beauty. His demanding hand pressed into the space between my breasts, forcing me down onto the table behind me.

"Seonghwa, I..."

The anticipation of pleasure made my whole body tremble. I couldn't recognize my feelings. It was as if I was under a spell. It wasn't the first time he touched me, fucked me, drank my blood to the point of pain, and stars danced before my eyes, but each time was like the first. It was always Seonghwa. It was always he.

"I know, My Lady. I know." As he stood over me, he purred deep in his throat, the velvety sound licking at my skin and leaving goose bumps behind.

My head was spinning. And he hadn't even started to play with me yet. His fingers brushed over the folds of my pants a couple of times, pressing lightly on my clit with each movement, before he pulled the useless material away from me. His magnetic eyes swept over my naked body. I lay on the dining table, exposed and vulnerable to his predatory gaze.

He grabbed my knees and pulled them apart, lowering his head to my aching center. His long, silky hair brushed the inside of my thigh, lightly touching the small, inflamed wounds left from this morning's feeding. His cold breath was barely perceptible on my damp folds. I could feel the clenching of my pussy at this ghostly contact. The kimono slipped off his shoulders, revealing his sharp, glassy collarbones and the hard, smooth muscles of his chest. Even though his appearance had lost its primitive perfection, there was still so much strength in him. So much power, and I could see it flowing beneath his skin. I had a thirst for his touch, a thirst for the pain he could inflict on me. I wanted him to hurt me. No, I needed it. It was incredibly erotic, just like Seonghwa himself.

"Hurt me, Hwa. Bite me." I threw my head back so that my neck was completely exposed to him in a submissive way. He could rip my throat open with a single move, and knowing that made me feel wet between my legs.

"Yes, my love. I'm going to hurt you, and it will be the most exquisite pain you've ever known. I will give you the most beautiful death, and you will desire every moment of it—this agony. Now lie down and don't disturb me any more. It's time for me to enjoy my dessert."

I did as I was told and lay on my back. My legs trembled from the lazy, scratching caresses of Seonghwa's long fingernails on my thighs. A shiver of warmth and a new rush of moisture went through me as I realized that his dark gaze was focused on my most intimate places.

"Look at how beautiful you are." He whispered so close to my pussy that I could almost feel his lips touching the folds of it. "I will devour you, my sweet lady." Seonghwa was humming to herself.

My hips swayed to his words, and my breathing was punctuated by short bursts of wanting and needing. Propping myself up on my elbows, I watched his lustful gaze as he sat at the head of the table, ready to taste me as he pleased. God, he was going to ruin me. I didn't want anything more.

"Put your head down on the table, Sarang. I will punish you if you do not follow the rules." His broad palm pressed between my breasts again, pinning me to the table with palpable force. The tips of his sharp nails dug into my skin, and I moaned.

The image of Songhwa bending me over the table, mindlessly fucking me to tears and meaningless babbling, pulling my hair with force, and sinking his fangs viciously into my neck sent a dark shiver through my body. He was going to fuck me for twenty-four hours without stopping, taking one orgasm after another, until I was begging him to stop. Fuck.

I was ready to give up any obedience for that alone. But now that I felt his mood, I whispered obediently:

"Yes, my Lord."

My head rested obediently on the hard oak table, and I bit my lip, waiting for him to act. And then his touch slid down the inside of my thighs before his fingers parted my pussy lips. I whimpered at the touch of his breath against my heart.

"Please, Hwa, I can't… I can't take it any longer…"

Seonghwa stroked my left tit before gently rolling my nipple between his thumb and forefinger. My lips parted, and as my eyes rolled back in pleasure, I heard his velvety voice:

"Anything for you, my Queen."

His long tongue slipped out and swirled between my folds before gliding up to my wet center, and I didn't have time to bask in the caress of his voice. My hips instinctively pushed closer, wanting more as both of his hands slid down my thighs. This time they didn't just scratch, they steamed my skin hard, leaving behind a vicious bloody sweat. Seonghwa's thumbs pressed along my slit, widening it as he went to enjoy himself. The sound he made was pornographic, a deep, hungry growl I could feel vibrating through my pussy. I moaned loudly, arching my back and pressing harder against his face as his tongue entered my hole.

I reached down and ran my fingers through his long hair. I pulled the silky strands back a little. This only served to turn him on even more, and through the wet sound of the licking, I could barely make out his request.

"Harder."

Hell, yeah! It was an insane pleasure, something elusive on the edge of pain and pleasure, my fingers tugging furiously at his hair.

I couldn't resist looking at him, even though I was getting into trouble. His black hair fell down my thighs like midnight orchid petals in the snow, shimmering with dark purple flashes in the flickering golden flame of the candles. His perfect, plush lips pressed against my dripping centre as his hypnotic, feline eyes fixed on me. His long tongue licked the liquid that was leaking from me in quick, desperate movements. It was as if he'd been thirsty for years and only the taste of my cunt could quench this painful craving for satiation.

If I didn't know better, I'd have been under the impression that it was God himself who was on his knees. Or was it Lucifer? The mysterious lord of horror, of pain, and of the most unimaginable pleasure.

It didn't matter to me who he was, because Seonghwa was mine. And only mine.

"This is it, my Lady, look at me. Look at me as I devour this sweet little pussy." He grinned at me, and I felt dizzy. "Watch me feast on you; watch me taste you." Seonghwa stuck out his tongue, and a high-pitched squeal escaped my throat as the sharp tip flicked my clit as precisely and calculatedly as only fingers could.

"Ahhhhh..." I moaned. I could feel the long, viscous jets of my cum flowing down my thighs, sticking to the silk of Seonghwa's luxurious kimono.

"This is my beautiful lady. Moan for me one more time, my divine Rosa."

My fingers trembled in the waves of his hair as I felt each silky strand of it press against my sensitive skin.

"Bite me. Bite me, Seonghwa. Take all of me." I gasped for breath, my chest rising and falling in an intermittent rhythm between desperate pleas and long moans.

My body felt thin, light, and intangible. All the interconnected nerves, muscles, and ligaments quivered, turning my body into a musical instrument that shimmered under the constant movement of his tongue.

"Hwa, please..."

"We're almost there; just a little more, love." He murmured, the softness of his breath sending a gentle puff of air between the wetness of my thighs. "I'm so hungry."

The next time his soft finger slid along the length of my slit, my head snapped back, and the world became a blur. But as soon as I broke eye contact, the movement stopped.

"No, love, you were so desperate for a glimpse of me, so have a look. I want to see you collapse as I suck every last drop out of that lovely pink cunt of yours."

When my eyes obediently met his demonic stare, he grinned wickedly and playfully lowered his long pink tongue to my chin. I could admire the wet muscle and saliva dripping down, mixed with my cum.

"Such a good girl. Obedient, sweet babygirl."

Seonghwa lowered his beautiful face down to my pussy once again, and this time he took a deep breath in.

The sensation of his nose on my clit made my face flush red. It was a sharp pleasure that sent a thousand tingles through my body, as if I'd fallen into a bush of wild roses. So painfully beautiful. His tongue slipped out again, pressing greedily against my shrinking hole. The sharp tip slid in, licking the silky walls, trying to penetrate as deeply as possible.

I groaned and moaned loudly. Wet squelching sounds filled the dining room, and I was sure everyone in the mansion knew how well Seonghwa was eating me. Damn it, if this wasn't heaven, then what was it? The table underneath me was wet and cold from the large amount of moisture that had leaked from me. Seonghwa's kimono lay even lower, leaving her upper body almost completely exposed, and was only held up by the corset belt that was tight around her phenomenally thin waist. The whole thing was a mess.

"Sarang, you taste like heaven, like ambrosia." Seonghwa's moan was muffled by the sound of my pussy as I rubbed it desperately against his face. High cheekbones, plump lips, soft cheeks, all glistening with my excitement.

Even when he looked like this, with his face stuffed with my cunt, his hair tousled, and his eyes wild and hungry, Seonghwa looked like the most perfect work of art. I started to run my fingers through his hair again, twisting the strands around my wrists and pulling them back with all my strength. I was mesmerised by him, fascinated by the way the light fell on his bare skin, the sharp line of his shoulders, every firm curve of his chest, his abs, and his exquisite back that tapered to a slim waist. His long, wriggling tongue plunged deeper and deeper into me.

Seonghwa slid two long fingers into my hole as I watched him, like a victim drawn to a deadly snake dance. The action caused me to jerk at the unexpected intrusion, but I immediately came to my senses and gave in by thrusting my hips forward and pushing myself deeper into his fingers. This movement allows his fingers to slide in deeper, teasing me as they nestle their tips against my hot walls. I can feel the coldness of his fingers as my pussy clenches more tightly around them. I begin to moan again, my breath catching in the back of my throat.

My whole body is shaking, and I am already on the verge of climax. I couldn't think of anything else but cumming. The feeling of him is deeper inside me. The feeling of him filling me. The feel of his teeth in my flesh.

Oh fuck!

"That's right, my little Rosa. Take it. Cume on my face, Sarang. Let me get drunk." Seonghwa purred and pressed his lips harder against my hot, wet cunt.

It breaks me in half. The pleasure pours through me in a glorious flash of color that makes me go blind. I scream, my whole body writhing, trying to relive my orgasm, and as the overwhelming waves of pleasure slowly subside, I feel it—his fangs stinging my flesh.

The sensation was more than I had ever dreamed of. It exploded and shook me like death, like life, like a myriad of exploding stars.

Wave after wave, robbing me of my breath and of any ability to think at all. His lips pressed greedily against my skin. I could hear his throat tighten in greedy gulps and feel his tongue licking the blood that was spreading across my skin.

Seonghwa's fingers continued to slide inside me. They clung to the trembling walls until it began to hurt. I can feel the tears welling up in my eyes from the sheer flood of emotions and sensations. His thumb circles my clit for the last time, and he pulls his fingers out of me with a lewd, squelching sound. It takes me a few minutes to catch myself before I start to think.

When my eyes return to Seonghwa, he is both terrifying and majestic at the same time. His entire upper body is covered in blood, as are his gorgeous lips, which also glisten with what's left of my orgasm. His eyes are wild and dark, as if all the sins of the world had accumulated in their depths. His hair is tangled and messy, long strands of it caressing the skin of his chest and his elegant shoulders. Our eyes meet, and I see a devilish grin curling across his gorgeous mouth.

"You taste like heaven, Sarang. And I'm still hungry for more."

[thatmexisaurusrex]

buck gets a pet chicken, only to learn of tommys phobia

Send Me Ridiculous BuckTommy Prompts

Omg nooooo 😂 but also yes 😆

Lucky Goosey

"I thought you said she was a goose!" yelled Tommy in a panic from the top of Buck's couch, "You said her name was Lucky Goosey!"

Buck had heard from a friend back from his ranch hand days that one of their acquaintances was giving away a chicken. A farm was being sold for parts and there were chickens for the taking.

And, well, Buck had always been good with chickens. And he had been planning on making a roost on the roof of his apartment complex - he had provided all the necessary paperwork and gone through all the red tape for it years before.

If Buck was anything, he was organized and efficient, after all.

But he hadn't had the time or opportunity to procure a chicken until now.

"No, she's a chicken. That's just her name. Isn't she cute?" asked Buck as he stared at the majestic creature he had brought home.

She was a silkie chicken. With adorable, tufting hair that looked more like the fluff of a fuzzy pillow than feathers. She waddled around shyly, looking almost worried for Tommy.

"She's feeling empathy for you," Buck pointed out.

"She's going to gouge my eyes out," whispered Tommy, as if terrified the chicken would hear him.

Buck would almost say it was funny to see Tommy in this state of panic. Rarely was Buck's boyfriend not cool, calm, and collected. But Buck didn't want Tommy freaking out.

He liked his boyfriend.

Buck picked Lucky Goosey up gently. Curious and nervous, but happy to be held, Lucky Goosey cooed and fluffed and nestled in Buck's arms.

"She's a sweetie. A grade-A sweetie. You just - need to give her a chance," said Buck softly as he petted Lucky Goosey, "Sometimes, you're scared of something. Sometimes for good reason. But then you embrace it and it's the best thing you'll ever know."

And.

Buck glanced up to see Tommy take a deep breath in.

A deep breath out.

He carefully got off the couch and slowly inched his way toward Buck and Lucky Goosey.

Where.

He gave her a little scritchles.

And Lucky Goosey leaned into Tommy's touch. Tommy smiled.

"Okay," Tommy admitted fondly, "Maybe she won't gouge my eyes out."

[paperrretro]

LIGHTSTRUCK | pt. 12

Pairing: Merlin x Reader

Word Count: 2,619 words

Warnings: None

Summary: Your father accepts a position as Prince Merlin’s magic tutor, and you are unceremoniously dragged along.

(Or, pieces of your unspectacular life in and out of the royal palace, and how a certain idiotic prince somehow gets wrapped up in it either way.)

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In the corner of a restaurant, huddled at a table meant for two, you slurp up the last of the noodles and lick the grease off your lips with a satisfied sigh.

Good, authentic Carmarthenian food is hard to come by on Golden Goose Avenue, but this one – this one is promising. A rich broth, fresh vegetables sliced paper-thin, spices that warm your throat like gentle coals in a fireplace. You long to be able to cook this well, but the culinary arts are more different from elixirism than one would think. (For one, the quality of food is measured by how good it tastes.)

“More?” asks the owner, an older lady who reminds you of Fay. (She owns the restaurant with her son. He’s your age, she’d told you when she brought your food. Single. Graduated top of his class at culinary school and takes very good care of her.)

“Oh, no, thank you. I’m so full.” You feel guilty for saying no, even though you’d given in the previous two times. You eye the table next to yours. “But could I have some tteokbokki to go?”

“Of course.”

After paying your bill and sitting for a bit longer to digest, you heft yourself up and grab your takeout, waving goodbye to the owner and her son before finally exiting the restaurant.

The bright sunlight scalds your eyes. Squinting against it, you look around for some signs or a directory. You’re already done with your work-shopping for the day. Maybe you could go browse for some new books.

Just as you reorient yourself and start heading towards Beauty and the Books, you hear two familiar voices coming from somewhere nearby.

“Red Shoes!”

You perk up, curious. Turning around, you catch sight of Arthur and Merlin rounding a corner, hands cupped around their mouths. Behind them lumbers a giant wooden bunny.

“Red Sh – oh,” Arthur cuts himself off once he spots you, blinking in surprise. “Hello. Fancy running into you here. Have you seen Red Shoes, by any chance?”

You eye Merlin, who only meets your gaze for a second before finding a sudden interest in the nearby lamppost. Fine. He can act how he likes, and you’ll pretend he doesn’t exist. “No.”

“Great.” Arthur sighs and slumps forward. “I take my eyes off her for just a few seconds and she up and disappears on me.”

Your brow wrinkles, and you glance around. You certainly haven’t seen Red Shoes since you got here, but Golden Goose Avenue is a big place, and you haven’t exactly been paying attention to the other shoppers. “Maybe she went into one of the stores to shop by herself. Is it really that big of a deal?”

“Well, no, but you never know what could happen,” Arthur persists. “Looks like hers bring all sorts of creeps out of the woodworks.” He shudders. “Speaking from experience.”

Now, that is something you can imagine. Maybe it’s not so great to be so beautiful, you think, if all you get in return are expectations.

“I’ll help you find her,” you offer.

“Would you? Fantastic!”

Walking alongside Arthur as he retraces his steps, you keep an eye out for silky brown hair, a red satin skirt – lovestruck gazes. You hope she’s outside so you can avoid the hassle of looking in each individual shop. Some of them are charmed to keep you inside for hours.

In all honesty, it’s more likely that Red Shoes will find the three of you instead of the other way around, given the heavy thump, thump, thumps that rumble behind the two of you down the street.

You clear your throat during a lull between calling her name.

“So, what’s with the giant wooden bunny?”

Arthur looks up at you and then back at the silent creature. He reaches up to scratch the back of his head before stopping midway and posturing instead. “Just a vicious beast that I rescued Red Shoes from last night. Pretty impressive, right?”

“Ha!” Merlin says, and Arthur whips around.

“Got something to say, magic boy?!”

As the two begin to bicker, you drop back to examine the bunny again. It stares back at you, eyes half-lidded as if utterly unimpressed with the company it has found itself in. ‘Vicious’ is the last thing you’d use to describe it. If anything, it’s calmer than any of you.

You’ve never heard of giant wooden animals living near Risky Rock before. Maybe the increase in monster activity is affecting the wildlife …

“—so I’m not even gonna bother explaining women to you anymore.” A loud scoff from Arthur distracts you from your staring contest with the bunny, and you furrow your brow as he breaks away from Merlin to resume walking. You jog slightly to catch up. “C’mon, [Y/n]. Red Shoes! Red Shoes?”

From the alleyway to your right, you hear someone call out.

“Guys! Guys, I’m here.”

When you turn to look into the shadows of the alley, you can just make out the figure of a young woman in the middle of a group of knights. She waves at you.

You don’t recognize her. Judging by the looks on Arthur and Merlin’s faces, they don’t know her either, so the three of you awkwardly look away and continue on.

“That was weird,” Merlin mutters once you’re out of earshot.

“She probably thought we were someone else,” Arthur brushes it off. “Let’s go, we need to find Red Shoes.”

Merlin nods, but when you look at him, his expression is troubled. He glances over his shoulder and stops walking.

“No, the way those knights were standing around her …” he starts. “Something didn’t seem right.”

You frown. You’d be the first to list Merlin’s many faults, but poor instincts is not one of them; you’ve been on the wrong end of them too many times to count. You think back to the alleyway and wonder what he had noticed that you didn’t. Was the woman secretly asking for help? Were the knights not as relaxed as you thought they were?

Arthur groans impatiently, throwing his arms out. “They’re probably helping her find whoever she thought we were,” he responds. “It’s fine. Now, are you going to help me find our princess or not?”

Your gaze flits from one prince to the other, stopping on Merlin as he continues to look over his shoulder. His fingers twitch, antsy, and his mouth presses into a thin line before he opens it.

“Keep looking for her,” he finally says, turning around and running back to the alley. “I’ll be right back!”

Curiosity eclipsing your pride, you run after him.

“Are you ser – guys!” Arthur yells after the two of you, his voice fading with the distance. “Merlin, stop trying so hard to play hero!”

With Merlin’s stature, it’s easy to catch up to him. “Hey,” you ask once you do, clutching your bags to your chest to keep their contents from clattering around, “what did you –”

“Shh.” He halts abruptly just before the entrance to the alleyway, throwing an arm out to stop you.

You hold your tongue and swallow the impulse to push him right back. Wordlessly, he and you peek around the corner and squint through the darkness.

Oh.

The knights, who had seemed so casual before, now cluster in the back of the alleyway, their weapons raised. And though you can’t see her, you can hear the voice of the young woman from before.

(You hate it when he’s right.)

The soft crinkle of paper by your leg catches your ear, and you glance down to see Merlin holding one of his talismans. Your eyes widen.

“Uh, Merlin –”

“Come on,” he mutters, and the next thing you know, he’s striding towards the knights and flicking his fingers with quiet confidence.

The knights rattle and drop like flies, revealing the cowering figure of the poor woman you’d all ignored earlier. She’s pressed herself against the back wall. As she lowers her arms, eyes round with shock and fear, shame swirls in the pit of your stomach.

You trail after Merlin as he picks a red shoe off the ground and dusts it off. He approaches the woman and offers it to her.

“Your red shoe, milady,” Merlin says.

His voice is gentle, assuring, and soft, and it renders you speechless.

Merlin isn’t gentle. He’s arrogant, and flashy, and tries too hard to be suave. He’s a prince. He’s not a gentleman. But the way he had gone back, and the way he had stayed to speak with the woman afterwards …

Something moves inside your chest. It warms behind your ribcage, and you are startled by the strangeness of it, and strangely frightened.

“… Excuse me, miss, have we met?”

“Um”—the woman tenses, meeting your eyes before quickly looking away, and you are hit with a odd, vague sense of familiarity—“well, that’s kind of a complicated question.”

You open your mouth, only to be interrupted by the sound of Arthur yelling out for Red Shoes outside the alley.

You had almost forgotten.

“Will you be okay?” You break your silence upon your second attempt, lowering the bags from your arms.

This time, the woman holds your gaze, and she smiles a bit bigger, nodding. “Yeah, I think so.”

“Okay … er.” There are now two pairs of eyes on you as you free one hand to dig around in your satchel and pull out a small bottle. It’s partly to assuage your guilt, which makes you feel guiltier somehow, but, “Here, have this. It’s a deterrent. You spray it.” When she takes it hesitantly, you hastily tack on, “It’s free.”

(Oh, gods, you think. Why would you even say that?)

Merlin tugs at your sleeve, gesturing at the street with his head. “We gotta go,” he tells the woman. “Stay safe.”

You mumble out some semblance of a similar sentiment, and as you leave her, hurrying out of the darkness into the bright light, you bite your bottom lip in embarrassment and squeeze your eyes shut.

“Wow.” Merlin releases you once you’ve both turned the corner, letting out a snort that brings blood rushing to your ears. “I bet princesses would be scrambling in line for your post-rescue care.”

“Shut up,” you grumble, desperately wishing for him to just drop it, drop it. (You know he won’t.) “What – what about that weird act you had going back there? ‘Your red shoes, milady’ – I almost died of cringe!”

“Excuse me? I wasn’t acting,” Merlin replies indignantly. “And it wasn’t cringey.”

“I’ve never seen you be that nice without a motive.”

He huffs up at you. “I’m actually genuinely nice, thank you! You’d know that if you didn’t antagonize me all the time.”

“I’m pretty sure it’s the other way around,” you retort.

“Oh, please.” The two of you begin to walk towards Arthur and the Wood-Rabbit, and Merlin’s voice takes on a smugger tone, needling at the part of you that remains young and oversensitive. “You know what I think?” he says. “I think you’re jealous that I was being nice to her.”

“… What?”

“It’s perfectly fine, [Y/n].” He casts a glance at you, a smirk stretching across his cheeks. “If you ever get attacked by a dragon or something, I’ll sweep you off your feet too.”

You balk. Heat spreads from your ears to the entirety of your face.

That little –

“Took you guys long enough!” Arthur scolds right as you’ve decided to encase Merlin’s head in an ice cube and then yours. “So, Merlin, was I right or was I right?”

“You were wrong, actually,” Merlin snarks. “There was a problem, and I took care of it. [Y/n] can vouch for that.”

“Yeah, right, you really think I’m gonna believe”—Arthur looks to you for backup, only for his face to drop when you glare at the ground and cross your arms—“believe … w-well, that’s …! Fine! Anyways, more importantly, I just saw Red Shoes on a wanted poster, and I have a lot of questions about that, so we need to find her ASAP.”

“Wanted poster?” you ask.

“You didn’t see them? The knights have been passing them out,” Merlin says. “The ones that weren’t busy harassing citizens, at least.”

He pulls out a piece of paper and unfolds it, offering it to you. With distaste curling your lips, refusing to meet his eyes, you snatch it up and read the header and footer.

WANTED, it says. BIG REWARD.

Drawn in the middle of the page is, without question, Red Shoes.

“What did she do?”

“It doesn’t say.”

“I know it doesn’t say; I can read. What did the knights say?”

“Go and ask them yourself.”

“Oh, for the Lady’s sake,” bemoans Arthur, throwing his head back and turning around, “I liked it better when you two were moping. Can you just –” He looks past you and suddenly, his eyes brighten. “Red Shoes!”

He waves his arm. You turn on your heel, catching sight of who you’re certain is Red Shoes dashing towards the entrance of the Avenue. She doesn’t so much as slow down or look over her shoulder.

“Stop!”

You blink, and a gust of wind blows by as two giant men barrel past you. It doesn’t take much to figure out who they’re chasing after.

Merlin yanks your arm a split second later.

“Get on!”

“Get on what –” Realizing his plan, you scramble after him onto the Wood-Rabbit’s back. “What about Arthur?”

Merlin clutches onto the greenery sprouting from the back of the rabbit’s head. “He’ll catch up!”

You yelp as the Wood-Rabbit stands up, grabbing a fistful of moss with your right hand. Your left hand isn’t so lucky.

The creature bounds forward, and you fly several inches up into the air. With a panicked gasp, you wrap your loose arm around the next sturdiest thing and squeeze tight.

Merlin lets out a mix between a wheeze and a cough as you all but crush his lungs. “What are you doing?” he yells, trying to pry your hand from his coat. “Grab Red Shoes!”

The rabbit jumps again, bringing your heart to your throat, and you tighten your grip. “You’re the rescuer, aren’t you?!”

“How can you expect me to – just do it!”

“I can’t!”

“Yes, you can!”

“I can’t!” you shriek just as you catch up to Red Shoes, throwing your arm out. She grabs it, and when the rabbit jumps, she soars upward and lands right behind you.

“I’m okay!” she yells, grabbing the moss on the Wood-Rabbit’s back with far better luck than you.

Merlin looks back, exhaling with relief when he sees Red Shoes. “Thank Morgaina,” he exclaims. The four of you sail past the Avenue’s entrance, and his attention then turns to you, his eyebrows raising as you dig your fingers into his coat again. “See, was that so hard, you big baby?”

“You’re a jerk,” you shout. But your nerves are alight, and your blood is rushing, and a sharp, wild laugh bubbles from your throat for the very first time. “If we die, I’ll kill you myself!”

“Like you could!” he says. You feel laughter rumbling through his chest, fresh and real and alive.

(Your heart jumps into your throat again.)

Behind you, Red Shoes dissolves into giggles. The adrenaline pounding in your head brings with it the hysterical relief that only comes from a terrifying experience, and your laughter joins hers and Merlin’s, cracking the air and leaving your pursuers in its wake.

This curse is going to take years off your life, you think. You find yourself not caring nearly as much as you should.

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