#the mind is willing but the body is weak &c &c

[badmoodbatflowers]

booing and hissing at the imminent need to edit

[thefloatingstone]

I wanna write and play video games but alas I'm at work.

Agh. ... I can do a bit of writing at work though I think. I just need more energy.

I am not at work right now but I still feel you 😩

[on-the-clear-blue]

Dead Man's Diner pt 7

Hearing the chime of rhe bell above the door, Danny mentally prepared himself before poking his head around the corner "Heya! I will be with you in one hot sec!"

Rushing around the kitchen, Danny set the chili to simmer and quickly cleaned himself up before coming back to greet his newest customer.

Stepping upt to the bar, Danny put his best customer service smile on and opened his mouth to speak, but the words that came out were not in English.

"Hey there! Welcome to Big C's diner what can i..." Blinking a bit before frowning, Danny looked closer at his customer, his eyes flickering a bright green as he squinted at the man.

Because either this man was the very strong revenant that had claimed Crime alley as his huant, or there some how was a 4th Halfa in the world.

---

Jason found the little diner comfortable, more up to date than the typical dive that was in the Alley, there wasn't even any blood splatter in the back booths!

He kinda didn't like how there was only a single person working there at night, being so close to the Alley and all, but that was easily fixed if he just happened to come around in his Red Hood outfit.

Sending a smirk like smile to the teen that came out from the kitchen, who had the fakest smile that Jason had ever seen outside of a gala.

But his smirk slowly slipped as the kid spoke, his words both sounding clear and distorted at the same time, he could make out words but it was very clearly not words at the same time.

Then, the kid's eyes flashed, and Jason had seen those eyes before, he had seen them in the mirror more times than he was willing to admit.

(Holy shit this kid is about to have a Pit episode in front of me...how the fuck did this kid get in the pits?) Jason thought as he leaned back into his seat, his hand instantly going to where his guns usually were, but only grasped at air.

(Right...forgot those at home...) He thought, settling instead to set his hands on the counter, Jason narrowed his eyes at the teen

But just like that, the green was gone, and the teen cleared his throat, "Sorry about that, um, welcome to Big C's, what can I get ya?"

---

Danny gave a weak smile, he didn't exactly want to throw down with this potential halfa, sure he liked a good ghostly welcome every now and again, but he just cleaned up and he would like his diner to stay that way thank you!

The man across from him glared for amoment longer before shaking his head, "Shit, ugh...gimme a coffee and...what's your special today?"

Reaching for the coffee pot, Danny felt a rumble in the diner cart, and there was suddenly a chalk board on the wall behind him.

Pouring his customer a mug, his brain paused for a moment, translating the ghost script before he spoke "Cadavers chili hotdogs, made with 100% not person meat...I promise neither are made out of people, definitely didnt seen any bodies when I made it my guy."

---

Staring at the blackboard that Jason was very much sure wasn't there a moment ago, he felt his chest tighten and ache as he read the...sigils? Words? They were definitely something and he totally shouldn't know what they mean.

Biting back a snort at the dry comment, Jason focused on him "I will take two...Danny? That your name or just the name on the aprin you got?"

Jason was totally not digging for information, because he totally wasn't a Bat or a Bird, and he totally didn't have an urge to know everything about the person across from him.

Getting a dry chuckle from the guy on the other side of the counter, who could only shake his head, "Sadly, that's my name, I will be back in a sec with your food, no running off tho' ya hear? Already dealt with dine and dashers once this week."

Letting out a chuff, Jason kept his eyes around the room, he knew logically he should be more freaked out by this whole experience, but he couldn't help but feel his body relax and his mind comfortable slow.

Holding the cup of coffee in both hands, he took a long sip and memories hit him harder than a crowbar.

It was his mother's coffee, not the bitch that sold him out but his mama, Catherine, the woman that struggled to keep him happy and fed.

It was the watered down brew, stretched to make it last longer.

It was milky and sweet with sugar packets pilfered form diners such as this and powdered milk he used to steal from the grocery store just for her.

His mama gave up so much for him, why couldn't he just do one little petty theft for her?

His heart aches again, and the intense feel of the pits roar in his ears, but they weren't calling for blood, the pits crooned in nostalgic heart break.

Usually remembering before his death was a trigger, was something that made him rage, but right now? He could only mourn for the mother and son that used to cuddle up together under a ratty blanket, of the mother that whispered stories to him during long quiet nights, of the woman that he had found dead on one such quiet night.

---

Tossing on the last bit of fresh diced onions, Danny had a cheesy grin on his face as he brought the plate to the front, mouth opening to speak before noticing his customers disposition.

He was hunched over on himself, looking small (which was impressive for a man thst looked twice his size and 4 times more muscular)

Tears were streaming down his face as he stared at the now half full mug, for some reason it felt heart breaking to see.

Setting the plate down carefully in front of the man, Danny placed a hand on his shoulder, "It's okay man...your okay bud." Awkwardly Patting his customers shoulder, Danny felt a bit of panic, he wasn't Jazz he didn't know how to like, console people!

It took a few minutes for the man to calm, and Danny handed him a few paper towels to clean himself up, patting him on the back one last time, Danny let out a breath he didn't know he was holding, "Well...um, hope that the coffee is so bad that it made you cry, I-uhh, could comp it if you want?"

The man just shook his head, "Fuckin' hell, ain't bad, just...God damn it..."

---

Rubbing at his eyes Jason huffed, "Sorry for, um....blubbering on ya like that..

don't usually get teary at coffee, that's more of Timmer's shtick, just tastes...tastes like my mom's coffee when I was a kid..." shaking his head, Jason looked at the chili dogs, they still steamed, the cheese now melted on nicely.

Danny just nodded, "Yeah, some reason i have gotten a few comments on that" shrugging his shoulders, he started to figgle with a cloth, wipping down the counter as he spoke "Meh, Gotham is fucked up and I don't want to even begin to try and figure out."

Croaking out a laugh Jason dragged the plate of food closer, "Fucking right about that...though if you keep making it like that you got yourself a regular customer."

Reaching a hand across the counter, Jason gave Danny a weak smile, "Names Jason, nice to meet ya."

Taking the hand, Danny gave a smirk back, "Got it, one sad cup of coffee for you then-" Snapping his head over as he heard a beeping sound, Danny got a panicked look on his face "Oh shit! My cookies!"

---

Storming to the back, Danny ran to the oven, throwing it open, scrambling for the oven mits, he phased a hand through them instead of tugging them on, and quickly pulls the smoaking batch of sweets from the rack.

Plopping them on the counter, he hears the oven snap shut as he sighs, turning to thank the diner, he pauses to see the sight of a man he was hoping that he would never have to see again.

"Oh little Bager, King of the Realms making food for the common folk? How the great have fallen.." Vald said with a viscous grin, his hand reaching up to flip off the oven, "Did you think I wouldn't find you? Thought you could rum off and not tell dear old Uncle? Don't worry Bager, while old Vlad might not come around to vist much..."

There was a flash of black light and where a man once stood was a ghost, his grin pulled back devilishly "I am sure Plasmius will make up for it very...very well."

---

Laughing a bit as he watched Danny scramble inot the back, Jason stared at the food, he was still hungry but...he held an apprehension of sorts, was this going to bring back memories? Would they be good like the coffee or...

His thoughts were cut off as a body was through through the deviding wall from the front of the house to the kitchen.

Bolting up out of his seat, he watched as Danny stepped out of the hole in the wall, shaking out his fist as he did, "I really don't have the fucking time for you Plasmius, don't you see I have a customer?"

Jason stared as the body that was punched through the wall, that looked mangled, twisted and broken start to twitch and crack back into place, limbs bending back from positions they should never be, and then the man sat up, a feral grin on his lips.

(Really fucking bad day for not having my God damn guns.)

[yourlittlebunnyy]

sweet request - eris x reader

masterlist

summary: Eris wants to see you pregnant with his child.

warnings: none i think?

w/c: 1k

You have tied the knot with the mighty High Lord of the Autumn Court, Eris Vanserra, ever since the day you discovered your status as mates. Currently, you're occupied with your newly acquired duties as High Lady. This allows Eris to be alone with his thoughts, and his mind is consumed by the desire to see you carry his heir.

Later, you make your way back. "My dear." Eris gently holds your face and says, "I would like to discuss something with you." He smiles. Instinctively you reach out your arms to encircle his neck, holding him close to you. It was hard for you to get used to spending all day divided from your mate, but you had to do it. When Eris became High Lord, a lot of things changed in the Autumn Court, including the power of females: you first wished to be an example for all undervalued, abused and exploited Fae and decided to work and toil as hard as Eris. This allowed many other females to emulate you, feeling free to make their own choices, and the Autumn Court slowly began to change its mindset.

But all this, of course, took time and effort, not allowing you to spend much time with your beloved. Eris’ grin widened as you wrapped your arms around him, pulling him close. He loved to feel you close again, after a whole day of being apart. He was happy that you were taking your status of High Lady so serious. But even he could see how much it was wearing down on you. Eris’ expression quickly changed into that of worry and concern as his eyes slowly looked over your tired body, noticing the bags under your eyes.

“Darling, are you tired?” The Autumn Court High Lord questioned, his hands gently cupping your face.

His concern tugs at your heart, and you can't help but smile at him. Eris has always been an outstanding mate, and before that, a friend always willing to help you.

"No, no. Don't worry. What did you want to tell me, you, rather?" You ask, returning the conversation to the question he had asked you just moments ago.

Eris knew you were lying, and it took everything he had in him to not call you out on that. He took a deep breath, knowing that if he would push it, it wouldn’t end well. He caresses your cheek, a frown on his lips as he sighed out quietly.

“Just something I’ve been thinking about.” He said, his hand now gently moving down to your hip, caressing it with his thumb. He was quiet for a second, as if mentally preparing himself for what he wanted to say next.

It was not often that Eris was... nervous. Sure, sometimes he is agitated, sometimes he is sad. But he was never... afraid to tell you something. In fact, once he was, you remember pleasantly.

Eris was the first to sense your bond, and that very afternoon he ran to you to reveal it, not wanting to lie to you and giving you a choice. He was nervous that afternoon, just as he is now. You wonder what was left so 'unsaid' between you that made him so uncertain.

"Hmm, and what is that?" You ask as you place a hand on his that was already resting on your cheek, an encouraging smile opens on your lips, inviting him to speak.

Eris took another deep breath. He was so nervous. No he was terrified. How would you react. He swallowed down the lump in his throat, his eyes locking onto yours, seeing the encouraging smile that you adorned on your beautiful lips. He couldn’t help but fall a little more in love with you.

“It’s something that I want.” He began. His heart was racing, but he couldn’t show weakness. He needed to remain calm. No matter the outcome.

Eris knows how much effort you are putting into your new role, and he does not want his request to prevent you from doing what you like, or worse-that you feel obligated to do what he wants just for him. If you were going to have a child, it would be at the behest of both of you; Eris would not agree otherwise.

"Well, love, you are a High Lord, I could say you can have anything you want." Your partner chuckles, but it doesn't calm his nerves. The hand resting on your hip fiddles with your dress, and it does not go unnoticed.

It felt like you were setting him up for rejection. But he couldn’t think like that. He can’t give up before he even tried. He looked down, away from your eyes now, a look of doubt in his brown-amber eyes. He inhaled deeply, as if to give himself courage to continue.

"Anything?" He questioned as his hand stopped moving on your hip. His heart rate picked up again.

Eris could see the worries that were starting to cross your mind. He knew a lot of scenarios were now playing out in your mind, and it pained him to know you thought he didn’t want you. That, by Gods, was the last thing he wanted you to think. He let out a small breath, and quickly brought a hand up to stroke your chin with his thumb. “Hey, stop thinking.” He muttered. “Just-“ A pause, as he tried to gather the words he wanted to say next.

"Please, love. Just say it, okay?"

He was quiet for another few seconds, mentally preparing himself once more. But he knew you wanted him to just spill it. He took a deep breath, and finally said what was on his mind.

“I want to see you pregnant.” He said. His cheeks heating up as he did so. He didn’t know why he was so nervous. It shouldn’t be a hard request for you to satisfy.

Your heart loses a beat as a mix of emotions takes over you. If that's really what he wanted to tell you, then you don't understand why he's so nervous. A slight chuckle escapes you, making Eris confused. Are you laughing at him, or at his request?

After a small moment when you recover, you take his hands in yours and look him straight in the eye. You make sure to send him as much love and comfort as you can through bonding, and smile sweetly when he reciprocates with the same emotions.

"So, you want a child? With me?" You ask shaking his hands, Eris smiles.

He was confused. He had been dreading telling you this, dreading your rejection, and he had expected a different reaction coming from you. But there you were instead, trying to hold back a laugh. He almost pouted at that. And was about to, if it wasn’t for you taking his hands in yours, and staring into his eyes. For a second his heart stopped. But it started up again as your love through the bond hit him.

He knew he had been worrying for no reason. He always did.

“With you.” He confirmed, his smirk returning again.

You smile again at his words.

He smiled back at you, before he gently used his hands to tilt your head back by your chin. He slowly started walking you backwards, gently pushing you towards the wall behind you, as his smirk slowly turned into a devilish grin. Once your back hit the wall, he leaned forwards, and spoke in a tone that left no room for any disobedience.

“I suppose I’ll have to put a baby in you now, won’t I?”

[biggest-geo-oogami-enjoyer]

Somnophilia smut with Sol? Reader doesn't wake up (Tʖ̯T)

No Rest for the Wicked (Sol x MC/Reader - Somnophilia Smut)

LADIES AND GENTLEMEN, PRESENTING TO THE STAGE, YOUR FAVOURITE TKATB WRITER !!!

SKY FORTRESSES AND BURNING CITADELS, WITH A LONGTIME-AWAITED, PROMISED SOLIVAN BRUGMANSIA S.M.U.T.!

*bows*

Anyway, just a reminder this is rape, non-consented, probably slightly OOC, and I'm a (slightly more than) tad rusty in writing. I've also never written smut before, so do give feedback if you deem it necessary. Toodles, my sexy motherfuckers.

You could even say I came back with a bang. ;)

P.S. Also the M/C is written as a virgin in this, if your character isn't then congratulations! They hid their previous sexual escapades impeccably well, for Sol to not know.

- Signed by biggest-geo-oogami-enjoyer

Wicked: evil or morally wrong.

---------------------------------------------------------------------------

The room was pitch black, so heavily ensnared in the gaping shade of the darkened night that even shadows disappeared under its tarlike veil. Any ordinary, random burglar would be blindly stumbling about like an idiot, if they happened upon your apartment with…impure intentions.

Sol wasn’t a burglar, and he was definitely not ordinary. He wasn’t a mindless passerby on the streets, with a forgettable face and unassuming nature. Sure, he acted the part well, played the weak-minded shy kid well. But that act, that mask? It’s for the faces that litter his vision, that plague his sight and try to distract him from his goal, his mission, his messiah.

Faces that exist as a way to try and deter him from his forever, from his life and his bride, from his venerant Annabel Lee.

You.

He’s saving his true, adaptable, self for you. He’s willing to morph into anyone for you, alter himself, hurt himself if you so merely asked!

You could ask him to kill for you and he wouldn’t even blink until said soul was eviscerated; and their body exsanguinated and dumped in an outskirt lake.

He was the only one for you, your only soulmate, your only lover, your only.

So why did you always neglect him? Ignore him; spend time with him as a last resort, all in favour of that insignificant bastard-born slug?!

What did he have that Sol didn’t? Hmm? 

The queries began to flood his mind, onslaught his body. He barked out a laugh, a cold, brisk sound that reverberated across the walls, before cruelly biting the skin of his knuckles.

Hush, can’t have you wake up now darling, not when you’re so serene and at ease.

He didn’t want to do anything bad to you, of course not, he loves you…! But even the best of lovers need to be taught a lesson…or seven.

Boots softly thud against your floor, their path marked by years of memory and intuition, and like normal, he makes his way to your bedside.

Sol might not be able to see you, but he doesn’t need to. He already knows how you sleep, he remembers the precise dosage of medication he needs to do this…he’s all set…

Yet the longer he stands there, the more time ticks by him, gently ageing you both second by second closer to a fated death, he was struck by an epiphany:

Why the fuck should he settle for this? He’s been in the darkness long enough.

The kid at the back.

The afterthought.

The forgotten face of the world.

If Jericho Ichabod gets to see you…then so shall fucking he.

In a bout of ornery, he ditched his boots and marched into the lightless expanse of your lounge. He knew you had a torch hidden somewhere, might as well finally make use of it. 

Like he will of you.

Most people would’ve already ditched or aimlessly clambered around; but Sol wasn’t most people. He knew your residence inside out, all of them.Each place, grandiose or minimalistic, apartment or house. No matter where you go, he’s always watching, tonight’s just a little more…intimate, a touch closer than his usual escapades.

His hand softly searched the drawers, each soft click sent a thrilling chill down his spine, his body shuddered as he tactfully manoeuvred his way about the room. His fingers casually map each surface, fondling for anything remotely cylindrical…until, after what felt like millenia, he finds it. How lucky.

A lava lamp. Bright enough to see you, dim enough to not awaken you; and look at that…it’s red, like his eyes, like his lips…like his cock.

Were you thinking of me, beloved?

With methodical steps, silent as the grave, he strode back to you, placed the lamp in the closet door…and by God’s holy grail was he once more rendered stunned.

The soft crimson rays paint your frame in a way he prayed to one day replicate, with his own blood, perhaps? Paint wouldn’t be enough to perfectly capture your divine essence. 

Your lips look so fucking good. 

He wanted to have you so damn badly it hurt.

And he would’ve…until something crossed his peripherals.

A small photo, about the size of his palm, lay tucked away on your bedside drawer.

To say Sol was intrigued by this was an understatement, and his bubbling wonder continued to froth as he took in the details of this quaint square and halted. 

All intrigue turned to rage, white and hot like his flesh and it pelted his mind like hail on an abandoned car; before an idea, comical as it was repulsive, crept into the depraved depths of his mind.

What better way to avenge himself than make the whore see? See how much better he is, both in appearance and in bed?

A lifeless grin moulded into his face, Sol positioned the photo to ensure it stared right at him; The slug isn’t worthy of seeing the pretty things you’ll do; he thought.

He bored his eyes into ones of disgusting cobalt, before turning down to the grandest feast of his life.

Slender fingers, corpse-like in colour, caressed your face, measuring once more the map that is your body, his eyes hungrily raking over your sleeping form.

Against his better judgement, he lowers his head and drags his tongue, languid and unhurried, across your neck, his teeth softly rubbing across your zen pulse. 

He swiftly rose up, his face burning and his breaths stuttering; all the while his cock —  like the night before, and the one before that — began to fucking ache, straining horribly against his pants, almost begging to be allowed freedom from its constant confines. 

The urge to tear off your clothes and piston himself so deep inside you that your body would refuse any other dick was so tempting. The mere thought made a small wet spot appear, yet Sol would take his time, after all, this was merely you making up for teasing him, right?

Fuck it.

In one swift motion, he’s at your side, his nose buried in the crook of your neck as his hand casually dived under your shirt, worming its way towards the mounds that lay atop your angelic heart; but you couldn’t possibly blame him, they’re so malleable and beautiful; just like you!

He inhaled sharply, before closing his eyes and stifling a pathetic whimper.

You smell so fucking good.

His whole body was like a bomb, ticking away until either his time runs out and he leaves to care for himself elsewhere, or until he allows himself to… indulge.

If Ichabod got to revel in your presence, then so shall he.

“Mhh??”

Shit.

He froze, his body arched over you, his hoodie half off, exposing his burnt abdomen, carmine circles and purple dots peppering him like seasoning. 

Ahh…you told me I was beautiful in your eyes once…but I won’t risk you rejecting me from these, darling.

Another reason why he loved you oh-so much. You’re so pristine, so pure, so perfect that it stung. He didn’t deserve you, he wasn’t remotely close to reaching the bar of whom someone like you should have; but he didn’t care anymore. You were here, beneath him.

And he was going to have you if it’s the last thing he ever does.

Soon enough, his mouth returned to your pulse, suckling on the throbbing flesh and his teeth cautiously caging the arteries, until a mark — angry red like the burns that paint his skin — started to blossom.

His hand inched up your breast, the pads of his chilled fingers encircled your areolas, the nips hardened and prodded at him, begging to be pleasurably satiated — and satiate he inevitably would.

He swiftly moved to straddling you, this time in entirety, careful to avoid putting too much pressure on your torso. When you’re lying so prettily before him it was almost too easy to forget how much bigger than you he was, how small and dainty and delicate you were compared to him.

Using his other hand to lift your nightshirt to your collarbones, Sol redirected himself fully to your breasts, his teeth grazing over the buds before rapidly digging them into the warm fat, his nails clawing at your sides like they were pencils upon a blank canvas and the artist had the eureka of a lifetime.

His face felt torrid, his whole body felt like it’d been set ablaze and he’d barely started.

Look at what you’ve turned me into, but I’m not complaining, how can I?

Sol suddenly wished he was a snake, so he could coil around your body forever, his fangs lodged in either your neck or tits, while his tip would remain buried so deeply within you that you’d forget what it meant to move normally.

But hey, he could still do one of those things. The drugs are significantly stronger this time.

As if to test the waters, he delicately shifted your blouse off of you, tossing it somewhere else on the bed whilst he — perverted as he knew he was — admired your figure, his hands mellowly brushing your arms and kneading your curves, wanting to ingrain this image of you for the rest of his life.

“Fuck, you’re so pretty. How are you so pretty?”

His cock was shrieking now, hell, he was struggling to contain himself. But he could hold off a little longer, right?

No. No I can’t.

His hands weren’t even his anymore, by the time he’d ceased gazing at you, his belt was being yanked out and he was aggressively tugging his pants down, a sharp slap! bouncing off the walls as his dick emerged from its confines, dribbles of translucent white steadily seeped out the shroomy head. 

He inched closer to you, deciding to fully ditch his clothes as he tenderly brought your hands into his. He covered them each in kisses, suckled on your fingertips, before guiding them towards his throbbing crotch, your fingers tightly clutched onto it; it’s like you’ve wanted this as much as him!

Shit. Fuck. Fuck you’re so pretty.

Blanketing your fingers with his longer ones, Sol slowly pumped himself into your palm, his whole body almost falling on top of you with how violently he shook at the sheer magnitude of carnal pleasure that coursed through his veins.

A pitiful whine emitted from his tongue as he commenced vigorously propelling himself into your hand, the drastic change in speed and temperament making the sensations nearly overwhelming. 

It forced him to hold his weight up over you; like his arm was a pillar to a divine shrine, one that he deems you more than worthy of. But he supposed this is the best way to be close to a god, to worship a god.

Shit, I love you. I love you so much, you don’t know how crazed I get when it comes to you.

Sol turned to the small picture of Ichabod, before looking respectlessly at the view under him, and smirked.

From his nigh-omniscience when it comes to you, Sol knows you’ve never had sex, and he’d be damned if your first would be Crowe.

He continued to piston himself into your palm, contemplating whether he should move on…elsewhere, while he could. 

Your hands weren’t gonna be enough, he wanted Ichabod to see him fucking you, making love to you; you didn’t have to be conscious, you’d still love him either way. 

Sol relished in the thought, as his thrusts grew erratic and variable, his abs clenching and his arms locking in as he prepared to release, to paint his magnum opus — to paint you white with his cum.

I love you, I love you so much, I want you so much, you’re everything to me IloveyouIloveyouIloveyou.

He moaned, gripped your hand and placed a messy kiss to your lips, using his other appendage to pump faster and faster, until his body physically stuttered into it —  until his whole being shattered, and a fountain of his sperm splattered onto your skin, leaving your body glistening under the vermillion light of the lamp.

But Sol wasn’t done this time, for how could he be? He had to make sure nobody got to you before he did.

He kissed you again, his tongue diving into your mouth, exploring the wet cavern, his hand — the one that formerly served as a buttress — coming down to the band of  your shorts, his fingers gently prying them down with your panties, and judging by its appearance, it was one of the few he hadn’t touched — how cute. It’s like you wanted him to gather every garment that’s pressed against your core, that felt your slick as you touched yourself.

Gah, the thought of your fingers buried inside you, toying with your clit, playing with your tits.

Anything you do arouses him, but the thought, oh fuck him, the thought of you using yourself whilst thinking of him — like he about you — makes him feral.

Without even thinking, he plunged two digits into your pussy, silently (s)creaming at how smoothly they entered. 

Your body knows it’s mine, hahah! Fuck…you’re hot.

Pressing a thumb to your clit and his other hand over your mouth, Sol feels himself going sexdrunk, watching in slick satisfaction the squelches and pretty little Os your hole made around him, trying to crush his bones and slurp them into its warmth, as if it wanted him there forever. Not that he mind, he’d curl up inside you and live as your sentient sex toy if he had his way.

He sighs, his cock turning a brutal shade of red as his eyes observe the beauty that lay within how well cocooned he is inside you, and that’s with his fingers!

Repositioning your wrists so that he could comfortably hold them in one of his own, he redirects his attention to your pussy, thrusting with vehement pleasure into your depths, feeling your wet rapture on his skin, and his pace only increases; like fire on drywood.

The flames of his lust for you, the burning pyre of his love for you, it wasn’t enough in his eyes to see you so shortly each night. It shouldn’t be normal for him, he wanted to take you, to have and hold and love and worship and admire and caress you each day and night, for all his life until both of your ephemeral existences fell by the threads and you both lie in a shared sepulchre next to the sea.

He goes faster, his thumb circling the fleshy nub with affection, a small whimper stirring from your lips.

“Mh…C-crowe?”

Sol ceases, ears alert, eyes widened as he realised whose name you uttered.

Hah. Hahahahah. That motherfucker.

He was gonna go nice and soft on you, gonna be loving to you; but clearly, clearly you needed a little…reminder, of whose thick, fat, juicy cock was inside you.

Removing his sticky fingers, Sol tore apart your thighs, his nails etched so callously in your flesh he barely registered the groan that slipped past your mouth.

Crowe huh? My gorgeous darling, you’re so beautiful but you should know you can’t say such vile things.

He moved his cock with a tenderness towards your gaping entrance, the head brushing against your labia, a waterfall of gasps tumbling out of his mouth as the contact — evasive yet so direct — sent rushes of cold adrenaline down his spine, making him arch himself into you, searching for the closeness he’d wanted for so long.

Cupping your hand in his, he forced himself deep inside you, an onslaught of euphoria surging past any potential despondencies he might’ve had and he slammed his lips onto yours, the slapping of skin and the popping of each entry and exit his cock made out of you left him dazed in the sensual chorus of a symphony built upon ecstasy.

Even in all the times Sol’s touched himself to you, fucked himself into your undergarments or clothes, he’s never thought how immaculately well you fit around him, as if you were the warm, tight nut to his aching, etched bolt.

He was in pain, a beloved pain that came only from first love and lust, his heart screaming as he kissed your lips again and again, squeezing the life out of your hands as he muttered an obsessive, possessive manta:

I love you. I love you. I love you. 

He spent so many years waiting in eager anticipation for you to be his — to feel this sick love that he felt for you — like he was yours, and now, now he had you, claimed you. He wished Crowe was here so he could spit down his stupid throat. The idea felt tempting, maybe Hyugo could help him one more time.

But that’s for later, he’s with you now, and nothing is more invaluable to Solivan Brugmansia than you.

He couldn’t cease his gratifying motions, his suppressed moans, or the blitzes of unfiltered joy that rained down his face as he cried; fell apart both bodily and soulfully. His lips fell to your neck again and he marked you, tainted your priceless flesh with his teeth, contaging you with the plague that long since infested his mind.

His thrusts grew sloppier, his body was boiling as he stuttered out a hushed whimper:

Shit, I love you, I’m cumming, I’m cumming, I love you so much-

And with a sharp bite to your shoulder, a callous bracelet of bruises to your wrists, and blood seeping from your swollen lips, Sol came deep within your heat — oceans of his desire-fueled suspension tumbling about inside you, painting you in white, his dove-white passion. For you.

Only you.

Yet as the waves of his lust left him spent and empty, he rose his sweating body above your form, tears running down his pallid face, and cupped your cheek.

He knew he should clean you up before he loses himself once more, but whilst he remained buried within you — his kingdom, filled with the seas of his undying adoration, he turned to the photo of Jericho Ichabod, yanked it off the wooden surface — and tore it to shreds.

[oizysian]

27 // Nun and demon // Corrupt

Summary: Sister Wanda gets a visitor.

Pairing: Nun!Wanda Maximoff x Demon!Fem!Reader

Warnings: corruption, cunnilingus

Word count: 845

Kinktober masterlist

“- Lead us not into temptation; but deliver us from evil -”

“Amen.” I growled over her shoulder, a low whisper that caused her to jump and scatter away.

She held onto her rosary and did the sign of the cross at the sight of me. I couldn’t blame her, I was quite terrifying. I stood at nearly seven feet tall, had horns, a mouthful of razor sharp teeth and a long tongue. Other than the horns, the height and my deep, dark eyes, I was relatively normal looking, I assumed.

“W-what are you?” She trembled and I smiled, showing off my pearly whites.

“I’m the answer to your prayers.”

She shook her head, cowering before me.

“I didn’t pray for a demon!”

“No, but you prayed for someone to understand,” I extended my hand to her, still smiling brightly. “And I understand you. More than you know.”

Her frightened gaze fell from my face to my hand, long fingers extended out to her, just waiting for her to give in.

“What do you know about me?” She challenged, and I took a step toward her, beginning to close the distance between us slowly.

“I know about your dreams, your fears,” I took another step closer. “Your sins.”

Her eyes shot up to meet mine, a different kind of fear present in her gaze now.

“Sins?”

I nodded.

“Your greatest sin. Your greatest desire,” I almost closed the distance between us, and she didn’t make a move to run or create more distance. “You want to be with another woman.”

Tears filled her eyes as she looked up at me.

“How do you know about that?” Her voice was small and I knew that I had won.

“I know everything about you.” I finally made a move to touch her and she didn’t flinch away.

I cupped her cheek and she let out a shuddering breath.

“I can make it happen. I’ll show you the pleasures of a woman; the pleasures of letting yourself go.”

She relaxed, but only slightly, as I continued to talk.

“Your desires are not a sin.”

“How can you say that?” She whimpered, tears falling down her pink stained cheeks.

“I know what classifies as a sin.” I closed the distance between us, bringing her close to me. “I can show you what you’ve been missing while worshiping this so-called God.”

I brought myself down to face her, her lower lip trembling with emotion.

“You’re weak, and that’s okay.” I stroked her cheek with my thumb. “There’s no shame in being weak when it comes to something you desire.”

I kissed her, mindful of my teeth, and it took her a moment before she responded. She was trembling, crying, afraid, but still willing to give in to fulfill her desires.

She moaned into my mouth and I let my tongue slip out, lapping at her lips and skin, greedily taking her all in. She paused in shock, but didn’t flee. Instead, I could smell her growing wetness, her curiosity about me getting the better of her.

She attempted to remove her robes, but I was impatient and I just tore them from her body, the garments falling to the floor in shreds.

I got down on my knees and let my tongue wrap around her breasts, her hardened buds were teased by my long and strong muscle.

“Oh, god!” She cried out, grabbing onto my shoulders as her legs began to shake.

The virgin nun was giving in so easily and it filled my dark heart with pleasure. I thought God’s soldiers were stronger than that.

I gripped her ass with my hands as my tongue explored her body, slipping and sliding down and around her curves and contours, until I made it to the apex of her milky thighs. She shuddered under my touch, my tongue licking a long strip up her slit, as my hands spread her cheeks. I was devouring her and she was made to be embraced.

I filled her up with my tongue, the sounds she was making sounded dirty even to me. Her innocence and purity fueled my fire as I fucked her. The cross around her neck dangling, forgotten, just as her God now was.

Sister Wanda Maximoff was corrupted now, soiled, dirty, and all mine.

Her hips jerked and her body trembled as pleasure overtook her. Her belly had a little bulge from how deep I was inside her, wanting to claim every inch of her earthly form.

“I’m … I feel …” she tried to speak, but her words were failing her as her first orgasm hit.

Her juices flowed like wine and I hungrily lapped them up, not letting a drop go to waste. She writhed above me and I held her up, keeping her steady as I moved to fuck her again.

She couldn’t stop me as I gave her orgasm after orgasm, pleasure on top of pleasure. She wouldn’t dream of stopping me. This was what she wanted all along - someone to corrupt her and turn her away from her calling.

[desmond69miles]

okay so… devil may cry….

dmc boys being overstimulated by a sex toy (vibe? fleshlight? surprise me :D)

this is what I’m SAYING.

Tags: use of sex toys (vibe/fleshlight), light overstim, a lot of c-u-m, heavy praise, sub dmc men.

Char. included: Dante & Vergil.

Dante [-: Dante loves having sex toys used on him. He'd be open to the conversation that talks about sex toys and is very willing to be your test bunny. He could possibly be a little too willing, wanting to immediately go to sex without the discussion of safe words and boundaries.

[-: I'd think he'd be open to most every sex toys, including toys that go up you or him.

Hips positioned above his face, one of your hands rested on his thigh while the other held a dark red stroker tight around his cock. Dante's tongue flicked around your hole and his hands were tight against your hips, keeping you flush to his mouth. Occasionally you stuttered when he hit a good spot, head hanging low as your hand loosened around the stroker.

"Fuck, baby, don't stop." He'd say as you quickly jerked him off, slowing down sometimes around his tip. He wasn't quiet and you knew it was pointless to get him to try to be quiet, so you could only hope the neighbors had a good pair of headphones. Dante's hips chased after your hand when you pulled off just as he was about to cum, a high and whiny whimper coming from your boyfriend.

"C'mon! I was so close." You giggled at his whining and pushed the stroker back onto his leaking cock. Pumping once, twice slowly just to give Dante a thought of a slow orgasm, only to speed up quickly. Dante's head fell back against the pillows as he groaned and whined, hips roughly snapping to meet your hand. It came on so quickly neither of you really noticed, Dante's cum painting his and your stomach.

A "Fuck.." was drawn slow out of Dante. You both laid in bliss for a little while before he roughly grabbed your hips and pushed you off of him, reversing the positions so now Dante hovered over you, pressing a wet kiss to your lips. "My turn now, babe."

Vergil [-: Vergil's not as open as Dante would be. It would take a lot more convincing to allow him to let you use a toy on him, like thorough begging. Maybe if you allowed him to try them out on you first would he allow you to try them.

[-: When he does allow you to use them on him, he's all quiet whimpers and groans. His fists are tightly balled up in the sheets, hips subconsciously pumping up into your hand.

Your hand is tight around the base of his cock, a small yet powerful bullet vibe pressed harsh against the underside of his tip. His thighs tensed, mind fighting off the urge to bend his knees to stave off the upcoming orgasm. His big hands were gripping the sheet below him tightly and his hips gently jerked up, head tilted way back into the sheets. 'He's gonna bite his lip off if he keeps biting down like that,' you thought. 'Cute, though.'

You knew Vergil wasn't above begging, and if you'd try to push him to the point of begging he'd shut down. So, your hand let go of his cock and the other pushed the vibe so his penis was flush against his lower tummy. Your free hand ran across his thigh, running up towards his hips, trailing up to his chest. You gently raked your nails across his muscles and watched his tummy flex.

"I-I'm going to cum." Vergil says so matter-of-factly, still so in character. "Go ahead, you deserve it. You've been such a good boy for me." You watched his face flex at your praise and you knew at the moment he wanted to shoot back but couldn't as his dick twitched, cum shooting and pooling where his tip was pressed into his stomach. "Good boy. Do you want another one?" You asked sweetly, Vergil's body going limp as he relishes in the waves of a powerful orgasm. Your husband let out a weak breath and a low 'no.' You hummed in response and shut off the vibrator that had been forgotten about. "I'll go get a towel and some water, alright? We can also take a bath if you want." You slid off the bed and put the vibe to the side, leaning over Vergil's head. Your still-lubed fingers brushed a strand of free hair off of his head and your lips gave a warm kiss to his forehead, cheek, and then a chaste one on his lips.

<3

[fallecupid]

VICTORIA NEUMAN | NSFW ALPHABET

: thanks for the request, in fact, writing about victoria was even easier than writing about donaldson.!!!

A — ( aftercare ) after sex, victoria often just hugs your body or whispers sweet nothings to reignite your excitation, but doesn't really mean it. also, it's definitely holy ground, like showering and changing cum-stained bedding.

B — ( body part ) neuman would be lying if she said it didn't matter. your neck, one of her few weaknesses, sometimes just wants to nuzzle into it and smell your scent or leave a couple of sweet hickeys on your delicate skin.

C — ( cum ) in particularly tense moments, it's not always possible to keep clean, so the white sheets of her soft bed suffer.

D — ( dirty secret ) victoria would like to practice role-playing or bdsm, it cannot be called a dirty secret, for she is not ashamed of her desires, but for some reason she has not yet voiced it.

E — ( experience ) you're not the first. victoria is definitely an experienced woman who knows where to stick her fingers in and where to run her tongue, yet you never have a slip of doubt that she's committed to one of her exes.

F — ( favourite position ) victoria prefers to fuck you while you sit on her lap, unable to pull away or be too willful. only to whimper into her neck and wriggle.

G — ( goofy ) victoria is pretty damn serious herself, but during sex she becomes more of a horny cat?

H — ( hair ) often, during sex, you tug victoria's hair, which is so damn attractive, she's ready to melt while your fingers slide through her thick curls.

I — ( intimacy ) she can afford to take you out to a restaurant or buy you any trinket, expressing her affection in this way. of course she can be romantic, if that's important to you.

J — ( jack off ) she herself doesn’t jerk off, she has damn little time for this, too much work and crap surrounding her on all sides. but watching you jerk off during sex is a different story, but it’s too typical when she doesn’t let you cum, right?

K — ( kink ) any kind of obedience. you often practice this and this kink has become too common in sex.

L — ( location ) it could be anywhere. whether it's her office or a bathroom stall, it depends.

M — ( motivation ) it doesn't take much for a warm feeling to build up in her lower abdomen, but she still particularly likes your boldness.

N — ( no ) victoria will never really hurt you. the woman is able to tell when you're languidly asking her to stop and when you're really uncomfortable.

O — ( oral sex ) she doesn't mind being sandwiched between your thighs while her tongue moistens your clit, listening to muffled moans.

P — ( pace ) victoria never rushes, slowly caressing you with her fingers while running her tongue over your naked skin. every touch is a tease.

Q — ( quickie ) absolutely not. no speed in sex.

R — ( risk ) she has no problem fucking you on the balcony of her office or squeezing you in a dark corner at an event.

S — ( stamina ) after all she's super, she has enough energy to fuck you once or twice, but then again if you're exhausted after the first time, she sees no point in continuing.

T — ( toys ) your sex with victoria is bad enough without having to spice it up with some kind of toy.

U — ( unfair ) victoria always does this, especially when you're ready to cum, she stretches that moment like a rubber, teasing you and provoking you at the same time.

V — ( volume ) surprisingly she doesn't like to make more noise than necessary, so she mostly whimpers into your hair or rubs against your chest at all.

W — ( wildcard ) when she's at a debate, more often than not, instead of being distracted by the sweaty men next to her, she's replaying your recent sex in her head while keeping her guard up.

X — ( x-ray ) —

Y — ( yearning ) something between 6-7/10 eventually she's a public figure, an active politician and her brain splits in two to keep it all in her head, need and work.

Z — ( Zzz ) victoria doesn't go to bed at once, she manages to work until the middle of the night, right after sex.

[meixstar]

WORKING OUT WITH NANAMI PLEASE!

❥ Synopsis You want to get stronger? Nanami might just be the best person to help you with that.

❥ Pairing Nanami Kento x fem!reader

❥ Content explicit content! 18+, Minors DNI, foul language, working out afab!reader, teacher!reader, dom!Nanami, unprotected sex, Nanami is kinda mean, creampie, implied mutual pining, masturbation (m! receiving), vaginal sex, clitoral play, slight breeding kink, slight hate fucking at first, pet names (pretty girl, darling) dirty talk, fingering, oral (f! receiving), Nanami loves eating possay, doggy style, missionary, aftercare, Nanami being a gentleman, kissing/making out, praise, degredation if you squint, ripping clothes, teasing, porn with plot

❥ Word Count 3.4k

❥ A/N HELP THIS IS MY FIRST SMUT I'M SORRY IF IT SUCKS I'M REALLY EMBARRASSED RN BUT I HOPE YOU LIKE IT Anway I have no idea about working out and how to write it?? so I hope this was okay and doesn't suck too bad c: Thank you for your request!

PS i'm sorry if the requests are taking too long :( i'm not really used to writing this much lolol but i plan on doing them all, and I'm really excited about SatoSugu fluff that someone requested :D

!NSFW UNDER THE CUT!

Sweating It Out

"Faster. If you want to land a critical hit on your opponent, you have to charge at them like you mean it." Nanami's voice echoes through the courtyard of the school.

"Search for their weak point," He tightens the tie around his neck as he steps closer to her body on the ground. "You need to work on your form and condition." a quiet sigh leaves his lips as he helps her up from the floor in one swift motion.

You brush the dirt off your sports clothes and look up at him with a slight pout. "Easy for you to say," the back of your hand wipes across your cheek to get rid of the remaining grime. "I don't even know how I got this job in the first place." a soft chuckle escapes you.

A hint of amusement flickers across his stoic face. "Modesty becomes you. You're better than you think." his eyes scan your face for a moment. "We've still got a lot of work to do if you want to improve those reflexes of yours. If you're comfortable with it, I would help you do some simple work out back at my apartment." he gestures towards the parking lot, where his car is waiting.

"And by work, I mean actual physical exercise, not just tossing around excuses." Nanami remarks smugly, making your lips part in surprise. "Wha- I'm not 'tossing around excuses', thank you very much." The audacity of this stupid, attractive man. You let out a playful huff and fix your hair. "Although I do find it rather surprising that you would invite me to your place."

Nanami chuckles, the low sound and smooth "Formalities aside, I'm willing to make an exception for you. After all, someone needs to whip you into shape." his gaze lingers on hers, a subtle spark of attraction evident beneath the surface. "Shall we?" without waiting for an answer he starts walking towards his car.

"Hey, I would say I'm in pretty good shape.. physically wise." you remark teasingly with a soft chuckle as you follow him towards his car.

You get greeted with the sight of a raised, skeptical eyebrow from him. "Is that so? Then perhaps we'll focus on refining your technique instead. You can't rely solely on brute force. Strategy and finesse are just as crucial." he opens the passenger door for her, his movements fluid and courteous. "Besides, I have a few.. exercises in mind that might put your physical prowess to the test." Nanami's tone remains formal, but a hint of suggestiveness creeps into his words.

"Great, can't wait.." you groan in exhaustion, not noticing his suggestive hint. Your head rests against the window of his car while you wait for the arrival to his apartment. Trees, pedestrians and other cars move by in a blur as you look out the clean window.

His eyes glance at her briefly, a fleeting glimpse of amusement crossing his features before focusing back on the road ahead. "I suppose you should conserve your energy then. We'll be getting started shortly." Nanami's voice remains steady, betraying no emotion, but his grip on the steering wheel tightens ever so slightly as he accelerates onto the highway.

He emerges from the driver's side, his suit jacket fluttering open to reveal his crisp blue shirt underneath. "Please, come in." his hand gestures towards the entrance as he leads the way inside to his apartment. "We will start with some stretching exercises. I have a few routines that will help improve flexibility and balance." his tone remains professional, but his gaze lingers on her for a fraction of a second longer than necessary.

"In that?" you point towards his clothes. "Scratch that actually, I'm the only one doing this, aren't I?" a sigh escapes you. You put down your bag on the floor and stretch your arms above your head.

Nanami pauses, one hand resting on the doorknob as he turns to regard you. "Ah, good point. Don't worry, I will change into something more suitable and join you." his gaze travels down her form, lingering on her curves before snapping back up to meet her gaze. "Make yourself comfortable. I'll be right back." With a brief nod, he disapears into the bedroom, leaving you alone in the living room.

So here you were, alone in the apartment of your colleague who you have been crushing on for a year now. Totally fine, right?

You slap both palms of your hands against your cheeks and shake your head. Trying to distract yourself, you walk around his living room, taking in the minimal decorations. Your head turns towards his bedroom door as he re-emerges from the room, now clad in some sweatpants and a tight fitted shirt, showcasing his toned physique.

"Now then, shall we begin with some light cardio to loosen up your muscles?" his tone remains formal, yet a hint of anticipation underlies his words as he approaches her, his eyes locked on hers. "Alright, but don't be too hard on me - again." you chuckle and wait for his instructions.

"I assure you, I will push you to your limits but not beyond. Now, let's start with some jumping jacks. Twenty reps, please." he stands with his arms crossed, watching her every move with an air of authority, my gaze scrutinizing her form.

"Ah.. seriously? Isn't that like some high school stuff though?" you sigh and get into position as you start doing jumping jacks. His expression remains stern, unyielding to your protests. "High school or not, it's essential to build a solid foundation. You'd be surprised how many experienced practitioners neglect the basics. Focus on your form, and don't slacken your pace," he takes a step closer, his eyes narrowing slightly as he monitors your performance. "Focus on my form? With jumping jacks? Okay then.."

Nanami observes her movements, his sructiny unwavering. "Not bad. However, I detect a slight imbalance in your landing. Remember to distribute your weight evenly between both legs. And keep your core engaged." his voice remains firm, yet measured, as he provides constructive feedback. "Yeah, yeah.." you answer and keep your lips pressed into a thin line.

"I suggest you adopt a more receptive attitude. This isn't a trivial matter. Proper form is crucial to avoiding injuries and optimizing performance. Try again, and this time, heed my corrections."

"Why do I feel like a student all over again?" you sigh in slight annoyance and stop your jumping jacks. "Fine, fine."

He gives you a curt nod, acknowledging your efforts. "Better. Much better. Your posture has improved, and your footwork is more precise. Not, let's move on to the next exercise. We'll focus on building your strength now." he gestures towards the adjacent room, where various pieces of equipment are set up. "Please proceed to the pull-up bar. I'll demonstrate the proper technique."

You glance around the room, taking in various fitness gadgets in surprise. "Wow, Nanami.. didn't expect you to be that type of man. You know, the type who is so obsessed with working out." you let out a playful hum.

"This is not about personal indulgences. A well-equipped training area is essential for optimal results." he leads the way to the pull-up bar, his movements efficient and purposeful. "Now, pay attention. The key to a successful pull-up lies in engaging your latissimus dorsi muscles," Nanami begins to demonstrate the correct form, his words punctuated by precise motions.

"My what now?" you mumble to yourself in utter confusion. Your gaze drifts towards his working form, hungry eyes lingering on the veins popping out on his forearms every time he pulls himself up. Just then he halts mid-pull-up, his eyes locking onto yours with a faint glint of amusement flickering within. "Latissimus dorsi. The largest muscle in your back. Focus, please."

He releases the bar, dropping back down on the ground with ease. With a scoff you cross your arms over your chest, "Whatever, let me give it a go, Mr. Know It All." you joke lightly and grab onto the pull-up bar before lifting yourself up slowly. Nanami stand back, observing your form with a discerning eye. "You're managing to engage your lats somewhat, However, your grip could be wider, and your body straighter. Allow me to assist."

Nanami approaches her, his big hands closing around her waist as he adjusts her position, his fingers splayed wide. "Feel the stretch in your back, and maintain control throughout the movement." his voice stays calm, but the intimate proximity of your bodies sends a spark of pleasure shooting through his body. At the same time you bite down on the inside of your cheek as his strong hands grab you.

You feel grateful that your back is turned towards him, this way he can't see your cheeks turning a soft pink. "Aren't you straightforward?" you chuckle.

Ignoring your words, Nanami's grip on your waist tightens ever so slightly, his fingers pressing into your skin ever so slightly. "Focus on your form. One more rep, please."

"Yes, Sir." an innocent hum leaves you as you begin to pull your body back up the pull-up bar, letting out soft breaths now and then.

His fingers seem to linger on her skin for a moment before releasing her. "Proceed to the mat. We will work on some grappling techniques." With a soft thud, you let yourself go from the gadget. "Grappling? So you can kick my ass again? Just what I want," she sighs and takes her place on the mat.

"Grappling is an essential aspect. You can't always count on your cursed technique. It requires strategy, agility, and control. Let us focus on some basic escapes and submissions." he assumes a neutral stance opposite her. "Let's begin with a simple wrist lock escape. Observe closely, and replicate my movements precisely." he extends his arm, offering her his wrist.

"Bla bla." you abruptly grab his wrist and twist it to push him down onto the mat with a controlled thud "Easy," a satisfied smile forms on your face. "Good initiative, but poor execution. You relied on brute force rather than technique." he pulls himself out of your grasp and rises to his feet, brushing off imaginary dirt from his clothes. "Again."

"This sucks.." you sigh and run a hand down your face in frustration. "Can't we do something fun instead? Like, fuck I don't know, chess. Would be way more fun than this." you grimace before grabbing his wrist once more to push him down and lower your body to sit on his back to hold him down.

Nanami remains composed, unfazed by her antics, as he lies beneath her, his wrists still clasped in her grasp. "You can have fun some other time." his tone maintains its formal quality, despite the unusual position they find themselves in. "Now, if you'll excuse me, I believe we've digressed sufficiently. Let's refocus on the task at hand. Release my wrist." he issues the command calmly.

You glance down at the side of his face with a mischievous glint in your eyes. "Hm.. no." You feel his body tense beneath you, his muscles coiling in anticipation. "I see. It appears you're blurring the lines between playful banter and actual combat. I suggest you clarify your intentions."

"You could just roll over and pin me down with ease, Nanami.. Why haven't you done it yet if you are oh so irritated about my antics?" you tease him softly and lean your head closer towards his ear.

In just a moment his body is springing into action as he swiftly flips them over, pinning her beneath him. "Satisfied? Now, shall we resume the lesson, or would you prefer to continue exploring.. other avenues?"

You feel your body growing hot under his intense gaze, "Other avenues? Please, do tell." you wrap one leg around his waist to pull him closer, feeling his growing hardness press against your inner thigh making him grit his teeth ever so slightly.

"Hm, it seems you require a demonstration of the consequences of testing boundaries." he leans closer, his lips inches from yours. This is no longer a lesson for combat, but a display of discipline."

"Aren't you tough? All bark and no bit-" your taunts gets silenced as he claims your mouth in a firm kiss. Out of instinct, your press your chest further into his, deepening the kiss in the process. A soft moan of desperation leaves your mouth that gets swallowed by his own.

Nanami's tongue probes the depths of her mouth, his long fingers maintaining a firm grip on her waist and wrists. He breaks away from the kiss, his breathing heavy. "Now, shall we proceed to the next stage of this.. lesson?" he rocks his hips into hers, eliciting a quiet gasp from her. "Cut the teacher crap, Nanami." she breathes out hotly against his wet lips. "As you wish, but you will receive exactly what you're asking for." With that, he sweeps her up in his arms, carrying her towards the bedroom.

He deposits her on the bed, his tall form towering over her as he looks down at her flushed and desperate expression. "Undress. Now." his tone brooks no argument, as he begins to shed his own clothes with deliberate slowness.

Her eyes wander over his now exposed body, lingering on his cock that leaks with pre-cum already. Out of reflex, she runs her tongue over her kiss-bruised lips, making him flex his fists for a moment. "Mh.. I don't wanna," she bites back a smirk.

"Very well. If you insist on playing games, I will play too." With a swift motion, he reaches out and rips the shirt open, baring her torso to his hungry gaze. "What the fuck! I loved that shirt, aw." she pouts up at him with furrowed brows before glancing back at the now broken fabric on the floor.

Nanami raises an eyebrow, a hint of a smile playing on his lips. "I'll buy you a new one, and also.. no bra? Naughty girl. Must have slipped my sight." he remarks, his gaze roving over her bared skin, eyes lingering on her perky nipples exposed to the cool air in the room. "Now, will you take off the rest of your clothes? Or should I do it for yo-"

"No, I'll do it myself this time." you scoff lightly and stand up to pull your leggings down, seeing Nanami's eyes following your every move. "Fuck.." you hear him mutter to himself - and god, was it hot to see him loose his composure. "Turn around and bend over, let me see all of you, pretty girl." A pleased hum escapes your lips as you do just that. You bend down over his bed, the soft sheets brushing against your skin, and the smell of him filling your nostrils.

"Mmh.. you know exactly how to tease me, don't you?" Nanami reaches out, his hand reaching out to run over the contour of her ass, the touch feather-light, while his other hand reaches down to stroke himself slowly. "Look at you," he whispers, his breath caressing the skin just above the waistband of her panties. "I can already see how wet you are. Is that because of me? Hm, pretty girl?"

You only manage to get out a weak nod accompanied by a soft whimper as he lets out a throaty chuckle. His fingers hook into the waistband and slowly peels her panties down, revealing her soaking pussy to his eyes. He settles onto his knees on the floor behind her. "Been craving your pussy so often, gosh.." he moans softly as he keeps his gaze fixated on your entrance while fisting his own arousal.

With a glance behind you, you see the scene unfold with hooded eyes. Just that alone makes your pussy clench around nothing. "Nanami.. don't tease me, please."

"I won't.. fuck, I won't." he breathes against your wetness, making you shiver before his tongue slides into the slick folds of your pussy. "Mmh, pussy tastes even better than I imagined." You stuff your face into his sheets as you feel his hot tongue run through your folds. "Oh god- hah,"

His hand leaves his cock, solely focusing on her pleasure as he holds her hips in place. "You like that? You like my tongue inside you, licking your sweet little cunt?" his voice muffled against her flesh, as he works her into a frenzy while his own hips desperately buck against his bed to relieve some tension. "Ohh, fuck.. Your tongue feels so fucking good!" she sobs into the fabric of the bed.

"Come for me, pretty girl. Come all over my face." he let's out a soft groan as he redoubles his efforts, desperate to drive her towards orgasm as he slowly enters two fingers inside her pulsing cunt.

She desperately pushes back against him, needing more. "Hah.. Nanami, please- fuck me already." His eyes flash in excitement, ceasing his oral assault as he stands back up to his full height. His angry red tip glistens with pre-cum, his hands running along her cheeks. "Turn around for me. I want to see your pretty face when you come."

And you do just that, laying down on your back as you glance up at him. He gently grabs your ankles and pulls you towards him as he lines his hard cock up at your entrance, poised to thrust deep. You impatiently wiggle your hips, wanting him to finally take you. You've been waiting for a whole year, after all. So if he doesn't start fucking you right this inst-

"Hah!" You throw your head back with a high-pitched moan as he slowly thrusts forward, his cock sinking deep into your pussy, filling you to the brim as he groans in satisfaction. "Fuck.. so hot." he mutters, hips drawing back before plunging forward once more, setting a slow yet deep pace. "Is this what you wanted? That I fuck you?" he grunts, his strokes growing more frenzied, his cock throbbing inside you.

The only thing that you can do is grip the sheets beside you and hide your flushed, pathetic face in them, frantically trying to hide your arousal.

His chest presses against hers as he leans forward, his arm wrapping around her waist to hold her in place. "Don't hide from me, Darling. Look at me." he demands, voice rough with exertion as he continues pounding into her. "Watch me as I make you come," his other hand snakes around to grasp her chin, forcing her to meet his gaze as he himself drives towards climax.

Her eyes are unfocused as she gazes up at him, her mouth falling open as he fucks into her deep. "Oh f-fuck.. ngh, your cock feels so good!" she bites down on her bottom lip, his balls slapping against her ass cheeks with every thrust.

"You're going to take every last drop of my cum. You're going to milk me dry and beg for more, aren't you?" he coos into her ear. "I'm going to fill you so full of cum you will be dripping with it for hours.." his hand let's go of your chin, reaching down to rub your swollen clit in slow circles with the pad of his thumb. "I can feel you clenching.. are you close? Want you to come all over my cock, can you do that for me?"

Without even giving it a thought, your toes curl and your back arches up into him as your orgasm washes over you with a loud whine. Nanami hisses when your pussy tightens up. His cock surges deep one final time before erupting in a torrent of cum, flooding your hole with his seed.

He collapses forward, his chest heaving with exhaustion as he wraps his arms around your waist, holding you close.

You both lay there for a few minutes, catching your breaths. You feel him slowly pull out of you, making you both let out a soft gasp. "Are you okay? Do you need anything?" his thumb runs over your cheeks, his gaze never leaving yours. "I hope I wasn't too rough-"

You interrupt him with a kiss, this one far more gentle than the others. "I'm fine, it was perfect. But.. you can make it up to me with dinner?" you glance away nervously, scared of rejection after what just happened.

What if he only saw this as a one time thing? You did rile him up quite a bit, maybe that was just him being a man. But is Nanami really that kind of man? Perhaps he doesn't even like you and this was hate sex? Plus, you both are colleagues. That would be really unprofessio-

"Of course, is there a specific place you would like to eat at?"

Oh.

♡ fanart from @ilameys on twitter ♡

♡ divider by @benkeibear ♡

[bubybubsters]

A Distressing Solstice

a/n: For my lovely @icey--stars I hope you have a wonderful holiday and thank you to the amazing people at @acotargiftexchange for making this a thing!

w/c: 2000+

warnings: 🐱

masterlist

*****

Eris’s POV

Eris glanced in the full-body mirror one last time before taking a deep breath and praying to the Cauldron that nothing would go wrong. He was in a dark red vest that had black patterns covering a black shirt paired with black dress pants. It was the Winter Solstice and Azriel had invited him over to meet his family on good terms and to come clean about their not-so-secret secret relationship. Rhysand and Feyre had found out when catching the two lovers making out 30 minutes before a meeting. Surprisingly the High Lord and Lady had already suspected and was willing to hear them out. Lucien had also found out in a similar way, accidentally walking in on something he definitely never wanted to see again. Eris also knew Morrigan suspected because Azriel had dragged him halfway through Velaris to apologize and explain why he’d left her in the woods that day. If Mor knew, then all the females in the night court probably did as well. Really this was only for Cassian (because Amren always knows everything), the ‘poor oblivious Illyrian baby’ as Azriel liked to call him. Still, Eris’s nerves jangled nervously as he winnowed to the River House. Sparing a look at his watch, Eris realized he was fifteen minutes early. Oh well, couldn’t very well go back now… well he technically could…. Shaking the thought from his head he scanned his surroundings. Although he would deny it to the grave, the River House was as incredible as Az had told him. As he approached the house mansion, he glanced at the windows. Two silhouettes were too close to be casual. He smiled, happy for their love. Then, suddenly realizing one had giant wings, Eris froze, fearing what he was seeing. Creeping closer, he peered through the window focusing intently on the figure with wings. That same jet black hair. Oh no. It couldn’t be. Azriel would never. Eris’s face drained of all color as he saw his lover against the counter with Elain Archeron leaning forward to kiss him. Fire roared through his veins as his own heart broke at the sight and he thought of how devastated Lucien would be. Using every scrap of self control to not smash through the window and beat both Azriel and Elain up for their betrayal, Eris backed up. Indifferent mask falling into place as he watched their lips meet. He turned down the pathway and started the walk back to the unwarded areas. All while slamming up those steel walls in his heart and mind. Pushing his feelings into a teeny tiny box and once more becoming the High Lord. The High Lord that showed no mercy, no compassion, no joy, no love, nothing except cruelty. The High Lord he’d been before Azriel. When Eris reached the end of the wards, he looked back at the River House and without a single trace of emotion winnowed out.

***

Bright light greeted him along with the shocked face of his little brother. The day court. “Eris! I thought you were with Az?” Lucien’s slightly worried voice broke Eris’ facade of indifference. His body gave out and he dropped to his knees in the middle of Lucien’s cabin. “Eris?! What happened? What’d he do?” Eris chuckled. He loved his brother. In a weak voice he asked, “Why do you assume he did something?” “Because you’d never hurt him.” Lucien’s arms encircled him and Eris felt himself being lifted off the ground. “You love him. You would do anything for that shadowsinger. He doesn’t deserve it, but you’d still do it.” “I loved him.” The words were another stab into Eris’ heart as Lucien sat him down in an armchair. “No, you love him. You, of all people, can’t unlove in twenty minutes. I know you Eris. You’re blocking your feelings, making yourself feel nothing. It’s not healthy, you’ve got to at least have closure if you’re going to end it with Az.” Eris glared, hating that Lucien was right. His damned emissary training made him absurdly good with words. “So, I ask you again. What happened?” “Luci… Ela- Elain kissed him. Your mate kissed my mate.”

*****

Azriel’s POV

It was eleven, Eris was four hours late. He probably wasn’t even coming at this point. Azriel drained his wine, glancing towards the door once more before Feyre drew his attention. “Do you know where Elain is?” It was the fifth time the question had come up, all directed at him. “No.” He’d rejected Elain again after she’d forced herself on him. She’d pinned him between the kitchen counter and not willing to hurt her, he’d been helpless. But she’d kissed him and he knew he had to do something but his body froze. He’d shoved her off after a moment and harshly told her he didn’t want her. He’d never wanted her. She’d just been a placeholder while he tried to find someone who was right for him. And he’d found that someone. She’d run off crying. He glanced outside again and still no fiery red head. “Az?” Rhysand placed a present in front of him as he looked down and Azriel with a worried gaze. “You alright?” Azriel nodded at his brother before taking the present. Carefully unwrapping the squirrel and acorn wrapping paper, Az pulled out the present. It was a small box. When opened it was a heart locket the color of autumn leaves. Upon closer inspection Azriel noticed that the locket was broken in two. He opened one side; it had a picture of Eris staring at someone not shown with a heated, loving expression. Frowning, Azriel opened the other locket to fine a picture of him staring with the same expression at someone else. He smiled slightly, putting the lockets together to show a picture of the couple locked in a heated gaze. Looking up at Rhys, his eyes watered at the incredibly thoughtful present. “It’s lovely Rhys. I love it and I’m sure Eris would if he’d bothered to show up.” His voice turned bitter and he let a little bit of his pain show. Anger shown in his brothers eyes. “I can’t believe he stood us up. I thought he was good. Do you want to go find him?” “He is good. I’m not sure. Give it another hour, if he’s not here by then we’ll go see what happened.” Rhys nodded, smiling at his brother before moving back to Feyre’s side and tucking her into his side. Azriel’s heart clenched at the love his High Lord and Lady had. He wished for it, especially the mating bond. But it seemed the Mother had deemed him unworthy of even that. Barely minutes later, Rhysand was once again standing in front of him. “Screw it Az, let’s find that asshole.” His brother had that look on his face that said he wasn’t going to back down on this front. “Fine… just let him explain before murdering anyone.” Rhys’ grin was a slash of white, “I make no promises.” He grabbed Azriel by the shoulder and winnowed them out. The scent of fresh fallen leaves hit him and Az relaxed slightly. He opened the cabin door and stepped in, Rhys a step behind him. “Er?” No answer. “He’s not here Az. Hasn’t been for hours.” Azriel nodded, stepping back into his shadows and winnowing away. There was only one more place Eris could possibly be. Az felt a knock against his mental shields. “I wish to do this alone, Rhys.” “Then best of luck, brother.”

*****

Lucien’s POV

Lucien heard a light knock against his cabin door and sighed, already knowing who stood outside. He couldn’t believe Azriel had cheated on Eris with Elain. Of all people. He wanted to give up on Elain, to find someone who wanted him and cared enough to accept and use his damn gifts. But she was his mate and that string connecting them wasn’t so easy to block. Lucien disentangled himself from his sleeping brothers arms and silently crept toward the door. “He won’t want to see you.” Meeting Azriel’s hazel eyes he felt a surge of anger, especially at the very faint smell of jasmine and honey. The shadowsinger looked confused at Lucien’s words. “Why? What did I do?” Lucien’s brows pulled together slightly, was it possible that Eris had gotten it wrong? That the situation he’d seen wasn’t what it’d looked like? An unwanted flare of hope ran through his body. “You… where were you fifteen minutes before 7:00?” “Umm.” Realization dawned on Azriel’s face. “Kitchens. Oh. So, Eris was early and saw through the window when Elain kissed me and assumed that I was cheating on him?” Damn. He’d gotten it right away. “Yep. And now you can come in, explain you hopefully weren’t cheating on him and make it so I don’t have a brooding high lord in my getaway cabin?” “If you’d step out of the doorway.” His voice lowered to a whisper. “Do you think he’ll hear me out?” Fear and sadness laced his tone. Lucien shrugged elegantly, “good luck!” He needed wine, maybe he’d stop by the River House and take a few of Rhysand’s good bottles and be back in time to kick his brother out before he had sex with the shadowsinger in his bedroom, again.

*****

Eris’ POV

A hand shook him out of his sleep and he groaned, batting the hand away. Said hand grabbed his hand and pinned it to the bed. Said hand wasn’t just calloused like Lucien’s but also had scars. Burn scars. Eris shot up, suddenly wide awake as he looked to his side and was met with a pair of hazel eyes. “Azriel.” He jumped off the bed as the memories of why he was at his brothers cabin came back. Azriel had cheated on him! With Elain. His brothers mate! “Eris, please. Let me explain.” A hint of desperation sparked in his eyes. “No! You kissed her! You-“ “Eris!” Azriel cut him off, rounding the bed to stand in front of him. “She kissed me! I-“ “You kissed her back! You know how much she means to Lucien and you still kissed her back!” “Lordling.” Azriel pushed him onto the bed and hovered above him, pinning his wrists to the mattress. “She kissed me and it took me by surprise so I froze. If you’d only stayed and watched another five fucking seconds you would have seen me push her away and tell her I don’t want her.” Eris’ emotions spiked, “Of course I didn’t stay to watch my mate kiss another! It’d tear me apart!” Azriel stilled above him. “Mate?” That’s when the bond snapped for him and Eris felt the mating bond go taunt. Rushes of desperation, surprise and love flooded his side of the bond. “Mate.” The confirmation alone made the bond glow with life. He leaned up, even as Azriel still pinned him to the bed, placing a gentle kiss on his mates lips. “I’m sorry I ever doubted your loyalty to me… I just assumed the worst and I shouldn’t have.” Azriel’s eyes softened and his body relaxed as he let got of Eris’s wrists and collapsed on top of him. “I love you, lordling.” Azriel’s hands cupped his face and he kissed him passionately, letting the bond between them come to life with shared love. “I’m the high lord. Not a lordling.” Eris grumbled into Azriel’s chest. “But I love you too, shadow boy. A waterfall of ice cold water hit the couple and they both yelped jumping up and out of bed. Eris glowered at his grinning brother as he magically dried himself and Azriel. “You’ll pay for that, Luci.” He grabbed Azriel’s hand and started to drag him out of the cabin. “At least I won’t have the scent of your sex in my cabin for weeks again!” Azriel glanced at Eris, “That long?” Eris grinned nodding, “Longer.” He winnowed them to his own getaway cabin. “Now mate, where were we?”

*****

A/n: Thank you for making it through that… hopefully without any cringing!

taglist:

@thelov3lybookworm @stargirl1714

thank you @artists-ally for keeping me sane with promises of that one thing and suggesting a name for Az.

[egrets-not-regrets]

Erriox: Bloody Scales of My Brother

Of Fin and Feathers AU: (Takes place pre-Jophiel adoption) Erriox has a nightmare about the decimation after coming home from retrieving Lenora’s things from her old nest. Lenora shows him her treasured box of her loved ones passed.  

Author's Note: TW angst; talk about grief, loss and guilt; decimation of the Iron Warriors.

OCs: HarpyLenora; MerErriox (Iron Warrior OC)

Tagged: @shadowfirecat , @kit-williams , @bleedingichorhearts , @barn-anon , @gallifreyianrosearkytiorsusan

@sleepyfan-blog, @c-u-c-koo-4-40k, @bispecsual , @ms--lobotomy , @whorety-k

Lenora woke up to unexpected twitching and being held almost uncomfortably tight in Erriox’s arms. The venomfin mer was asleep, but his tail was lashing about, and he was grunting and twitching as if he was suffering blows from an unknown assailant. Alarmed, the harpy called out to him to wake up her mate. 

“Erriox... Erriox... Erriox! Wake up!” She patted his face gently, “Love, I need you to wake up.”

Inside his dream, Erriox watched on as his own bloody claws continued to rend into his brother’s flesh. Rannok, his brother, his mentor, hissed and groaned as the pain from his injuries finally got to him. Still he endured, and not once tried to fight back or defend himself from his brothers’ attacks. 

His genefather ordered decimation as a punishment for finding them lacking. Out of the ten of them, Rannok had drawn the short straw. None of them wanted to do it. Their bloody hands shook and they couldn’t bear to look at each other or at their murdered brother once it was done. Rannok’s death allowed them to live. That was their punishment: to live with the fact that their own inadequacies and weaknesses caused one of their brothers to die. As the Lord of Iron willed it; they, his sons, were to follow his orders without fail.

The scene switched and suddenly Erriox found himself helpless under his brothers’ fists and claws. He could feel the pounding into his body, breaking muscle and bones; claws tearing through his flesh and fins, ripping into his organs; the heightened nerve sensitivity from the venom his brothers stabbed into him. He grunted, twitched and twisted, his tail lashing from pain. If he was a normal baseline human or a normal mer, he would’ve died within minutes of the beating, but he was not. He was a merAstartes, augmented with sped up healing and the ability to withstand more extreme injuries and still fight on. No, this was a prolonged punishment for both the victim and the attackers. 

Erriox curled into himself, suddenly remembering there was something or someone he had to protect. He held them close using his body and tail to shield them from his brothers’ blows, ignoring the injuries inflicted upon him. 

“Erriox… Erriox. Erriox!” Someone was calling his name. 

Gentle soothing strokes brushed along his face. He unconsciously leaned into their touch, the soft pressure of their hands almost making him forget the agony wracking his body. His brothers! The decimation! The—!

“Ouch!” Something let out a sharp squawk and squirmed from under him. Erriox startled awake, eyes wide and fins fully flared, taking deep breaths to steady himself. He looked down and lifted his fanned out tail, seeing he had Lenora trapped under there. 

“You mind releasing me, love?” The harpy winced. Erriox quickly relaxed his arms, realizing he’d been squeezing Lenora tightly (way too tight!) against his chest. His fists seemed to be holding something soft. Erriox flushed with embarrassment when he saw that he had yanked out a bunch of his mate’s feathers in the throes of his nightmare. He dropped the feathers then wrapped his arms around his harpy again, more gently this time. 

“Forgive me, Lenora. I didn’t know what came over me...” He mumbled as he nuzzled her. 

The harpy nuzzled him back reassuringly, lifting a winged claw to brush away the sweat sliding onto his brow. “It’s alright.That’s one intense nightmare you were having.” She commented softly, “What were you dreaming about?”

The merAstartes closed his eyes and focused on her claws running through his scalp. Erriox sighed, leaning into her touch, “My brothers. They… we…” his words dying on his tongue. How do you explain to your mate that you murdered your own brother with your bare hands? He felt her lips press against his in a comforting kiss. 

Lenora cupped his cheeks and kissed him again, a look of understanding on her face, “You don’t have to say it if you don’t want to.”

Her mate mumbled his thanks, burying his nose into her crest feathers, slowly dozing off again. Lenora soon followed suit, tucked under his chin, with the comforting weight of his tail on her legs. 

A few hours later found them both awake and comfortably wrapped around each other. Erriox purred as Lenora pressed her forehead against his, looking at him fondly, “Feeling better?” She asked. 

He caressed her cheek tenderly, “Better.” He replied, smiling as she nuzzled him. Erriox stroked her back, brushing over the bare skin where her injuries once were. She sighed in appreciation, relaxing against his torso. 

“I retrieved some items from your old nest after my mission.” Erriox rumbled, a note of pride in his voice. 

Lenora blinked, slightly surprised and confused, “How?” Not that she wasn’t grateful, but she had honestly expected that she would sneak back at a later time to steal some of her things back or never see them again. 

Her mate replied matter of factly, “That eagle harpy was easy to convince.” Erriox wasn’t going to mention that retrieving her things was his mission nor that he trapped the eagle harpy and threatened to leave them with wings broken and let them starve to death in retaliation for what they did to his osprey harpy mate. 

Lenora tilted her head and looked at him suspiciously for a moment, but relented and gave him a thankful kiss, “Thank you for doing that. I really appreciate it.”

Erriox smirked and returned her affection. “Do you want to see what I brought back?” He asked, nuzzling his mate. 

Lenora smiled, “Of course.”

The iron Warrior mer helped his mate out of the nest and led her to the pile of things he had retrieved. 

She picked up and put her helm, her wing spurs, and talon gauntlets onto the work table in front of them. Inspecting her armour pieces closely, Lenora breathed a sigh of relief to find that they were not damaged. Erriox noted the worn claws and spurs. Gears started to turn in his mind on how he could improve them. 

“I can’t believe you were willing to let all this go.” He commented incredulously, his arm wrapped around her back. 

Her feathers fluffed, reflecting her embarrassment. Lenora shrugged, feeling rather sheepish, “I had planned on sneaking back to steal some of my things back at some point… other things I could replace.”

“You know that I would assist you in that endeavor had you asked.” Erriox affirmed, his thumb drawing soothing strokes on Lenora’s feathery hip. 

“You did it even without me asking!” Her trilling laughter made him grin. She looked at him fondly and wrapped her wings around him in a warm hug, “Thank you for doing that.” 

The Iron Warrior mer purred and tilted her chin up to look at him, “I’m your mate, providing for you is part of my duty.”

The harpy chuckled, “Well you’re doing a good job so far, my mate.” 

His purr deepened at her compliment. They stayed together for some time, nuzzling each other, relishing in the warmth and affection they have between them. 

Lenora sighed when they broke apart. Her crest rose in pleasant surprise when she saw her bags of shinies and dried medicinal plants. “Oh good, these will be useful for trade and making poultices and healing potions.” She remarked. 

“This was the last item I found in your nest.” Erriox said as he lifted a small wooden box onto the work table. It was a somewhat plain box with symbols carved along the edges of the lid, closed shut with a simple latch and pin. Lenora’s smile turned nostalgic and a little sad. 

“Something wrong?” The mer asked, frowning slightly from the change in mood.

The osprey harpy shook her head, “No. This is very personal to me. I would have definitely tried to steal this back. So thank you for returning this to me.”

Erriox gave her a comforting squeeze. Lenora pulled out the pin and opened the box. Inside were several talons, large and small, each twined with a few feathers and beads carved from seaglass and shells in aesthetically pleasing bundles. There were also small bunches of feathers tied together in a similar fashion. He could smell the similarities between the talon bundles and his harpy mate. 

She leaned into him, saying quietly, “These are the remains of my loved ones who have passed away. This is why this box is so important to me.”

Erriox then asked, “The talons, are they from your relatives? They smell similar to you.”

Lenora sighed, taking out one of the talons, “This one is my father’s hallux. The others are from my mother, sister, and cousin. The smaller talon is from a close friend.” Her merAstartes remained respectfully silent as she continued her explanation, “The bunches of feathers are from either friends or respected harpies that have gone into the Great Sky.”

“That is a lot of your loved ones who have passed.” he commented.

She gently returns the talon to the box, “While not as old as Mara, I am still an older harpy, so this is not surprising. Harpies live longer than humans, but things like accidents, old age, disease, and fatal injuries can still happen.”

Erriox pulled Lenora closer to himself and nuzzled her crown, “I will protect you for as long as I am able. Always.”

“I know. Thank you.” Lenora hummed and relaxed into his embrace. She kissed his chest where his hearts are located, then turned to closed the lid, “This box is a way to show that my loved ones who have died, have a place in my heart and in my nest.”

Erriox stared at the box, contemplating on something. 

Lenora noticed his thoughtful look, “Do you wish to put something in this box as well? You are welcome to and have access to it whenever you want. You are my mate and this is our nest after all.” she said.

“I do.” he finally answered after a long pause. The Iron Warrior swam over to his armor and took out three large scales from a pocket on his belt. Lenora opened the box again. 

Her sharp eyes caught the long dried blood staining the grey scales, “Who do they belong to?” She asked curiously. 

“My battle brother, my mentor.” Erriox replied, his voice oddly subdued. He then added, “I won’t be angry should you judge me on what I will tell you.”

What an odd thing to say, Lenora frowned. She replied, “I will hear you out fully.”

That was enough of a consent for the mer to continue, “Do you know what decimation is?” He asked. 

“As in the killing of a large portion of a species?”

“Similar. For my legion, it is a martial punishment where one in every ten soldiers are killed.” He watched as her yellow eyes widened with shock, 

Erriox laid the blood-stained scales on the table, “My genesire found us lacking and to punish us, he had enacted decimation upon my legion. Those fated to die were chosen entirely by drawing straws… My mentor, Rannok… he was unlucky enough to draw the shortest one out of our group of ten.”

His brows furrowed, staring intensely at the scales, “There was no choice. We had no choice. They… He… wasn’t even allowed the dignity of dying a quick death.” He could feel the warm weight of Lenora’s wing wrap around his back, “I… We… had to beat him to death… with our bare claws. The scales were all I could recover from him. That was our punishment: to live with the guilt of murdering our brother who was chosen due to our incompetence and weaknesses. ” Erriox hissed through gritted teeth. She never removed her wing, he noticed. 

“That sounds rather unfair. And it doesn’t make sense to me even as a punishment to get rid of weakness.” She chose her words carefully, wrapping her free claw around one of his clenched fists. Lenora then realized something, “Was that what your nightmare was about?” 

Erriox went quiet, lifting his free hand to tenderly caress her face, pushing down the small facial feathers as his thumb stroked her cheek. “Yes.” He finally replied.

“I went against my genesire’s decision when he forced our home planet to enact decimation upon their own people, for which I was cut down by my own brothers. After which, I woke up here in Ancient Terra.” he whispered, pulling Lenora close and holding her tightly.

Erriox closed his eyes and vowed fiercely, “I will never let anything like that happen to you. You are my precious mate. I won’t let them take you, not while I still live.” 

Lenora released his fist and hugged him back tightly, “You won’t have to sacrifice yourself for me. I won’t let you. I promise I can take care of myself so don’t worry yourself like this.”

She placed the scales in his hand, "Your brother, Rannok, can rest here as well. He has a place in our home.”

Erriox put his brother’s scales in the box among the talons and feathers, then closed the lid. He gave his mate a small smile and nuzzled her, grateful for her letting him tell his story without judgement, “He does indeed… thank you.”

[frostbitebakery]

prompt fills for @codywansleepbingo! rest of the ficlet and the bingo card under the card, if tumblr is willing :'D squared away: night terrors, jetpacking things to be prepared for: angst, h/c, Gooey-Wan

The Mind Is A Giddy Thing

“I’m— I’m sorry,” Cody stutters out and Obi-Wan can feel his heart crumple into itself. “You’re alright, right? I didn’t hurt you?”

There’s a bruise forming on his upper arm, tingling from adrenaline cutting sleep short when Cody had suddenly started screaming and flailing. “You didn’t. Cody—“

“I’ll sleep on the couch,” Cody says, weak, panicked voice sounding strong, trying so hard to sound strong. He grabs his blanket, half hanging off their bed. “I’m sorry.”

“Cody—“

“Good night.” Cody stops at the doorway, a corner of the blanket trailing after him on the floor. “Love you, Obi-Wan.”

“Love you, too,” Obi-Wan whispers after him.

.

“It’s the stress,” Fox says, shoving another fry into his mouth.

“What stress.” Cody isn’t stressed. Not anymore, at least.

“Trauma, then,” Fox shrugs and scrolls through his data pad. “Pick your fighter.”

Scrubbing his face, he halfway gives up and lets his head clunk on the table. “Why did I come to you with this…”

A fry pokes him in the cheek. “Because I’m awesome and designed to see through banthashit,” Fox says and Cody snaps after the fry when it pokes him again. “Also, can you imagine Wolffe holding your hand through this?”

Wolffe would drag him to the blaster range until Cody would feel better and then destroy his records until Wolffe would feel better. “No. He’s more emotionally constipated than Bacara.”

“Exactly.”

“Fox,” he murmurs, wishes the vulnerability in his voice to kark off to hell while his thumb presses the goosebumps back into his skin. “He’s got bruises.”

Fox grimaces and shoves the half-eaten fries away. “You can’t blame yourself for that.” Easier said than done. “I’ll eat my dusty bucket if he blames you.”

“He doesn’t.” Obi-Wan plays it off like it’s not of any concern while Cody feels his spine bow and break under the guilt. “I don’t know what’s wrong with me.”

Fox taps on the data pad. “Night terrors, according to this incredibly legit sounding site on the holonet.”

“It’s not nightmares,” he starts. Nightmares don’t make him scream and fight and shiver. Nightmares play out in his locked bones until the whole of the horrors have gotten their due showtime and he opens his eyes and wishes the weight inside his chest would finally crush him instead of teasing with the pressure.

Nightmares are eaten by Obi-Wan if they’re too bad, if they don’t help processing whatever Cody’s subconscious has in store for him during REM cycle.

“Terrors, not mares,” Fox interrupts. “Textbook perfect as always, Codes. No recollection of dreaming, hard to wake, confusion, seemingly awake but still asleep, aggressive behavior—“

The bile rises in his throat like the bruised blood under Obi-Wan’s skin, and Cody shoves away from the table. He needs to move. But his knees feel weak, his hands feel like liquid. “How do I stop it.”

Fox shrugs and gets the data pad again. “Isn’t your gooey lover the sleep expert?”

.

“Cody!”

He wakes up to Obi-Wan’s hand clenched around his fist, and jerks away. Away from Obi-Wan’s concerned eyes until his hand slips off the edge of the bed and his body right after.

“I’m sorry,” he gasps, struggles back across the floor until the door thumps into his back. “I’m sorry, I’m— I’m sorry, I’ll go—“

“Cody—“

He’s out of their bedroom and into sleepless streets before the door can close again.

.

“There is nothing for me to eat,” Obi-Wan says, voice gentle in apology but it doesn’t reach him.

“There must be something,” he insists. He wouldn’t start fighting for his life with no trigger, no perceived threat. “You’re not looking hard enough.”

Obi-Wan’s eyes harden, the sclera running black for a shortened breath moment. “That’s not fair,” he says, calmly. Collected.

Cody winces. “I’m so—“

“Accepted. Let’s move forward, shall we?”

.

Cody wakes up on the floor and wonders what he’s doing there.

Obi-Wan appears in his vision, hurry in his movements, the clenched jaw.

It takes a second to follow him, like in the beginning when he dissolved and disappeared and reappeared all over the Negotiator.

Something cool is pressed over the scar on his forehead. It feels nice but unnecessary. That one’s already healed.

“They’ll be here any second,” Obi-Wan says, voice and mouth running away from each other.

Cody frowns. “Did we invite anyone?”

A thumb is stroked over his other temple, a calloused palm against his cheek and he wants to burrow into it. Move their furniture there and make it their home.

“You hit your head in the night terrors,” Obi-Wan explains, which doesn’t make sense when they’re expecting guests.

“We need to defrost the chicken for a salad,” he says seriously and watches Obi-Wan’s concern grow along with the smoke streams coming off him. He doesn’t get it. The salad is really good?

.

“Will you sleep here again,” Obi-Wan asks quietly, running gentle fingers through Cody’s hair. The arm of the couch is digging into his back. It’s comfortable, despite everything.

Cody looks up at him, chin digging into Obi-Wan’s chest. “I should,” he murmurs and turns his head to rub his nose. “I don’t want to.”

“I don’t want you to.”

“I don’t want to hurt you.”

Obi-Wan huffs a breath and leans forward, presses a kiss to Cody’s forehead. It doesn’t bother him. Cody had fought against the enemies in his head, not him. He’d been caught by surprise, that was all. “You won’t.”

They’ll deal with this. They are dealing with this. Cody had brought research from therapy, and Obi-Wan had put his own down next to it.

“Come to our bed,” he asks, demands. Pleads. “Let’s try something.”

“Is it a sex thing?” Cody asks hopefully and Obi-Wan grins at him.

“No, but we can start with that.” He takes Cody’s hand and Cody to bed.

.

Cody’s breath is deep and even, tickling the back of Obi-Wan’s neck. He’s not dreaming yet but that was never the problem.

His fingers are finally relaxed in the smoking cloak, arms slack around Obi-Wan.

Obi-Wan waits. For the seemingly inevitable fear to consume Cody’s responses and limbs. He burrows back against Cody’s warm chest, lets his awareness stream over Coruscant, picking at nightmares here and there.

He waits for the terrors but before long Cody’s slips into the dreaming cycle. Happy dreams, thanks to the cloak, a bit strange sometimes, as the subconscious is wont to do, but inconsequential and safe.

Cody sleeps through the whole night undisturbed, and Obi-Wan holds the palm wrapped around him to his lips, slips his fingers in between Cody’s.

[browneyedartist01]

Wouldn't it be crazy if Elaine's book was a retelling of demon lover trope. (Bluebeard,robbing bridegroom ect.) Where Elaine discovers that Azriel killed all his past lovers and inner circle covered for him.

So the whole book would be her trying to escape the night court with her sisters and nephew.

It could be similar to the first season of promises neverland (which is about a group of kids escaping a farm) where we watch Elaine and Lucian, her only outside source, work together to prepare for the escape.

We could follow Lucian as he tries to find somewhere safe for the women to hide from the bat boys, since they can't kill them, only to find out that most of the other courts aren't willing to help because:

A) Summer and Autumn won't take Freye in due to her past actions.

B) No one else wants war with Ryhsand.

Meanwhile, Elaine is planning the actual escape, using her skills to make/gather supplies for the trip, as she's traveling with not only Freye's baby, but with a pregnant Nesta (the inner circlewould would have pressure her into having kids earlier then she wanted).

All while Elaine is trying to maintain her relationships with the inner circle so they don't become suspicious of her.

Maybe she would need to find a way to either break her sisters' mating bounds or try to cover their scents to keep the bbs from tracking them.

Oh, and Elaine would also need to convince her family to actually leave with her. (Which seems impossible to her, because it Freye and Nesta)

Azriel could also have a pov where he's trying to discover who found his room of bodies (Elaine took a fingerbone) but at some point, he finds out about Elaine's plans but he dosen’t tell anyone because,

A) He's stupid

B) the others don't believe Elaine is capable of acts of deceit or anything cunning.

C) he's convince that he could pursue Elaine to stay with him, since she so "weak minded"

But of course that wouldn't work and the story would end in them escaping the night court.

Nesta and Freye would raise they're kids in a certain ruin court, while with Elaine and Lucian traveling in worlds for a couple of decades before settling down and living happily ever after.

The end.

[b1zmuth]

A Strong Tea For The Weak-Willed | Lucifer X Reader Oneshot

SC // slight angst, comfort, fluff, somber ending, despair x10

TL:DR: A homesick reader drinks tea and has a big fucking coming to Jesus moment about life before coming to the DD, lucifer sits with and drinks tea..?

----------------------------------------------------------------------------

‘’With due diligence, patience will wear thin and the veil of sorrow will reveal itself.’’ … I remember that sentence from a book I borrowed from Lucifer. But for some reason, it..stuck with me. The feeling of despair crawled up my spine- the stomach-churning anxiety that came with each silly excuse to get me to stay. 

I've been staying in the common room for hours now, sitting by the fireplace to debate if I should really go through with leaving..

But staying here brings nothing but that same god-awful feeling to my body. Why bother staying if I'm just going to be constantly compared to her? 

I've chalked it up to just being homesick for months now- but there is no denying it anymore.

There is no WANT to go home, I NEED to return to where I belong- somewhere where these demons don't pester me about how I’m nothing like HER!’’ I’m just a weak, stupid replacement for HER’’ and don't even get me started about the constant threat of being mauled by Beelzebub or having to be on the receiving end of Satan’s wrath- which is already a punishment in itself mind you. 

It's only been three months since I arrived in the Devildom- three months of pure hell. It really makes me wonder what on God's green earth did I do to deserve being down here? 

What did I do to deserve this? This… unforgiving personal fucking hell? 

Feeling the hot and warm salty tears fall from the grace of your eyes, watching them fall with an unexplainable pearlescent shine of a mix between reds and blacks, that finally made you get a grip on reality- your own tears, staining the cushiony leather chair you sat upon.

I.. I can't stay here. But I have no options or a clue as to how to leave- I could ask Diavolo? No- no. That egocentric jerk seemed a little TOO eager for my arrival- I'll just take my chances and ask Lucifer..! Right! 

A deep, but authoritative loud voice spoke from your right, startling you.‘’A little eager to leave, aren't we?’’ ‘’..???” confusion now struck throughout your body, causing your heart and mind to start racing to find closure- comfort, fuck it, ANYTHING at that moment.

The voice belonging to the mysterious owner caused you to jump in an odd mix between genuine fear and confusion- ‘’I hope you weren't planning on leaving the House of Lamentation- especially not without my profound knowledge of your dismissal?’’ the voice spoke again, now in an accusatory-but-questioning tone …was it him? Just how long has he been there?

 ‘’You look awfully confused. Did you hit your head on the way here? Or are you just not competent enough to understand what I'm saying?’’ the voice, now with a darker tone, presumably irate that you’ve been straight ignoring them for three minutes now- ‘’I am very much competent- probably more fucking competent than the likes of YOU infact!’’ you snapped back, the irritation prevalent in your voice- your mouth finishing its sentence mere seconds before your body finally snapped towards the voice, letting you finally see who the pestering and belittling demon was..

And to not much of your shock, it was Lucifer.

‘’Fuck.’’ 

His daunting figure dragging along a matching despairful aura- sending chills down your spine and the suffocating-like grasp of just his presence alone making you uncomfortable- his monotone color palette that consisted of nothing but black, grey, and red did nothing to help the situation. 

‘’For someone who was just wallowing in their own self-despair, you seem to be quick at the mouth.” He said, his legs crossing over from one to the other- “why cry in such a public place? Why not wallow in your despair in the comfort of your own room?” 

You scoffed at his comment, wiping your tear-stricken face- “What does it matter to you? Any room in this god-forsaken house fills me with nothing except for the longing for my HOME! To see my home again Lucifer! The place where I can walk around in peace without having my life constantly threatened- to stop being compared to your DEAD sister! Is that what you all wanted from me?! To be a ragdoll designed to take your anger out on?!” You yelled, the tears that you had just stopped from flowing- now coming out in full force, a waterfall of tears raining down upon the neat carpet underneath you. 

“Is that, truly, how you feel about being here?” Lucifer asked, his monotone voice doing nothing to appease your shattered heart- “Sit down. I will go prepare some tea, maybe that will cease your meticulous weeping.” He sighed, motioning his hand for you to sit down.

It took you a couple of seconds of internal conflict with yourself and staring at the slowly disappearing figure of Lucifer for you to finally get yourself together enough to sit down. 

.

.

.

.

.

.

.

.

Eventually, Lucifer returned with a tray of tea and some pastries- cookies and sweet bread you guessed. 

After setting down the tray of goods Lucifer dusted himself off before finally sitting down and taking a sip of his tea, swirling the pearlescent-colored liquid around his cup- “do you really feel that distraught about living with us?” You paused, taking a moment to process what Lucifer just said.

“Of course. Who wouldn't? I was ripped from my home via some mysterious force, took to a random place where I knew nobody except for the nine men in front of me that I hoped I would get to know- but that was wishful thinking, right? It's been three months of constant reminders that I will never be like Liltith, this HOUSE is a constant reminder that I will probably never see my home again, my family, my friends-“ you ranted, only to be quickly cut off by Lucifer.

 “My life before I was dragged down here. That's what you were going to say, right?” He responded, his icy cold gaze softening after listening to how your situation was and how it resonated with how he felt- “I know it may not seem like it to a human like you, but I understand how you feel. That feeling of never being able to go to your true home, to see your family again- because I've experienced it, and already are experiencing it. He started, holding up a gloved hand to stop your confused questions. 

“I apologize for my brother's actions towards you. I find it utterly disgusting and unacceptable that they would treat you, someone innocent, that way. I apologize for the way I, myself, have acted towards you- not being there enough for you when you are in the same boat as I once was.

I have failed you, as both a caretaker and the only guide you have had.” He ended, placing his cup of tea back on the tray and bowing his head in an apology. 

“… We are in the same boat? Seriously Lucifer, you are a demon- is this not your home? You live here, your home is nothing but a mere twitch away!” You slightly lurched forward in your chair, holding your hand out at Lucifer to further prove your point. 

“You are clearly not a big reader of that “bible” you humans love to pass around.” He shook his head before reaching for his teacup. 

What a dick. How can you be a demon and want to talk to ME about “not being able to return home” and “being in the same boat as me” for him? This is his home here- my home is forever out of my grasp, most likely destroyed! Hell, I'm probably dead and Diavolo is just toying with me about this whole “Exchange Student Program”! What could HE, LUCIFER, know… know- 

And then it clicked. 

Lucifer, the avatar of pride, someone who fell from the shining graces of Heaven, someone's home who isn't a “probably never to be reunited with” but an “Eternally confined to the fiery pits of hell for your wicked soul to find eternal damnation”. 

Someone who would never see a part of his family, someone who would constantly be beaten down by people he didn't even know well- us humans and the angels. 

Someone who would never go home again.

Taking a sip from his tea, Lucifer smiled at your now bewildered face- ‘’Its not a difficult task to evade through, i will guide you, but only if you really need my guidance.’’ he uncrossed his legs before standing up and offering his hand towards you, gaining a small smile from you in response.

Taking up Lucifers offer, you took his hand in yours, feeling the small warmth that emanated off of his hand- despite the obvious barrier of straight leather glove that ceased any skin-to-skin contact with the taller male. 

‘’If you could get Satan to stop throwing piano’s at me.. That would be nice change of pace.’’ you motioned towards the half smashed piano that was stuck in the nearby wall, getting a displeased groan from the latter and another apology, now for the hazardous mess you had to evade everyday- ‘’Also, thank you for the tea, it tasted original.. Does it have a name?’’ you questioned, your head instinctively turning upwards to look at him.

‘’A Strong Tea For The Weak-Willed. The herb leaves i added help with stress and dopamine levels, although, im pleased to hear that you enjoyed it.’’ he smiled tiredly at you, your conversation lasting all the way up until the both of you made it to your room door.

You thanked him for the walk before wishing him a goodnight and heading into your room- but not before being able to hear him reciprocate the same words back. 

‘’Goodnight, MC.''

--------------------------------------------------------------------

This was my first ever fanfic! I tried to keep with the plot and implement the comfort parts without making that said comfort feel rushed, and I for ONCE wrote out the plot and didn't do freeballing it lol

I hope you enjoy it! also, SC stands for story contents (it was actually supposed to be TW but I thought that one over and confused myself)

bizmuth 24' | Bizmuth's Workshop

[dazz-linglight]

Hello hhave you done a NSFW alphabet with Hwa if not can you do one?

A TO Z NSFW - Seonghwa

A = Aftercare:

He's very caring and always makes sure you're feeling well, so every time you get intimate he will go on a checklist to take care of you. Cleaning, getting you hydrated, sending you for a bath and having food ready. His favorite part is pillow talk, he’ll hold you against his chest and stroke your arms and shoulders while listening to you.

B = Body part:

Your thighs are his weakness. He just loves it and kiss them on every opportunity, squeezing and marking when he goes down on you.

C = Cum:

He prefers to cum on his favoite part of your body: your thighs. He loves to paint them white and smear it around.

D = Dirty secret:

His mind go specially wild when he sees you wearing his clothes. He loves how big it looks on your body and it gives him an insane urge to fuck you with his shirt on.

E = Experience:

Mildly experienced. He didn't have many partners in his life but he does his best and always does researches to improve on what he doesn't know.

F = Favorite position:

It's definitely mating press for him. Having your legs over his shoulders, being able to see your fucked out expressions and muffling your loud moans with kisses. This position allows everything he wants: very little distance, eye contact, your submission. That's an image he always keeps in mind, you folded in half like a gift just for him.

G = Goofy:

He rarely gets gofy during sex, because he's rather focused on making you feel good, so most of times he's serious into the mood.

H = Hair:

He keeps it short, trimming it once a week or once in two weeks when he's busier.

I = Intimacy:

The intimacy is an important aspect for him, it's one of the moments he feels the closest to you and wants to show how much he loves you and your body. He's a very passionate lover.

J = Jack off:

He only does it during tour when he gets too excited and you're not there. He's not one to do it just for fun.

K = Kink :

He definitely have a daddy kink, but he's more on the soft dominant side and marking, but not in obvious places since he likes to make them as your little secret. Bondage as well, he thinks a lot about the trust that goes behind it.

L = Location:

Preferably in private and comfortable spaces, like your room or his with nobody else around.

M = Motivation:

Biting is like the cherry on top for him. Even if you do it playfully or for tease his eyes will darken and he will grab you closer to bite you back and kiss you hard.

N = No:

He’s can give you a bit of control during sex, but he’ll never let you straight up dominate him. He's always on control.

O = Oral:

He totally loves to put that tongue to good use and go down on you and he won't get up from there until he's taken at least two orgasms out of you.

P = Pace:

He likes to stable, not too fast and not slow. His thrusts are deep and you can feel every inch sliding inside you. He’ll pick up the pace if he’s really pent up and specially when he's close to his own orgasm.

Q = Quickie:

It's not something he goes for often, they aren’t really his thing , but he's not totally against having one if you show interest or get really desperate.

R = Risk:

He’s willing to experiment and put some of his researches into action, as well as taking your sugestions as long as it's not too risky. He prefers to stay relaxed and enjoy the moment rather than worrying about external stuff.

S = Stamina:

Usually goes for two rounds, maximum three. Each round lasts for a good while, given his good stamina and the stable pace he goes for.

T = Toys:

He likes to browse through sex toys online from time to time to find something new to bring to your sessions. His favorite ones to buy are chokers and cute anal plugs for you.

U = Unfair:

He doesn’t tease you so often, but when he does, lord have mercy on you, because you won’t be leaving the bed for at least an hour as he continuously brings you to the brink of orgasm and pulls it off you right before you can have that bliss.

V = Volume:

He's most on grunts and groans, the grunts being on the quieter side. His groans are louder when he's close to cumming. He only moans when he cums, squeezing your hips tihgt enough to leave fingerprints.

W = Wild card:

You’re going to find out pretty soon into your intimate relationship with Seonghwa that he has a thing for ripping your underwear, but it's okay because he always comes home with new ones to replace those he destroyed.

X = X-ray:

He's a little above average. It’s not too big that will give you trouble to fit or that will hurt you, it's the right size to give you the most satisfying stretch you can think of.

Y = Yearning:

He's okay with having sex once or twice a week, but he can never turn you down if want to have sex more often than that, specially when he's back from tour.

Z = Zzz:

He can’t fall asleep before you do. He loves to rub your back until you doze off and he likes watching you sleep for a bit as he thinks about how lucky he is to have you in his life.

[starshipsofstarlord]

Dark Sky

goddess!y/n comes to earth and meets the human that goes by the god given name of harry styles

MDNI >> goddess!au, kind of power play I guess, smut, mature content, oral sex (male receiving)

The land that moulded beneath her bare feet felt foreign; it had been an age since she had ventured into the mortal realm. And the only reason for her unlikely return was the reprimand of prayers that flowed from the lyrical lips of human, a single one that was in distress for her presence. Y/N did not care for the qualms of the temporary life force of the human that begged for her to reach out to him, she was simply intrigued by his delicate offering.

He was willing to give her his voice, the one that had gotten him so very far in life. A talent wasn’t something to be disregarded in such a way, but it mused promise and amusement to the goddess who was willing to answer his beck and calls. He was seated beneath the stars, the twinkle of his eye being reflected in the abyss of the midnight sky that Nyx shouldered as a cape in her bleak travels across the far and wide of the beyond.

It was an innocent reflection that danced around his pupils like the shooting star of a journeying messenger, he was grasping at the straws growing out of the ground, desperately wanting his religion to pose itself in the wake of his shadow. But there was nothing but the dark sky above him lulling at how he was seated on he little private hill, or so he thought. Harry was quite elegant for someone of this time, the immortal thought as she studied him and his narcissistic expectations.

He didn’t notice her, he couldn’t notice her as she shielded herself from his sight for now - she had to make sure he was worthy of her good deeds. As she neared him whilst covered in an invisible visage, her breath drafted coolly over his face, causing a prickling of his soothed flesh to ascend to the surface layer of his delicate flesh. Harry felt as though someone was directly in front of him but nought he could see with his distinguished sight, and thus he leant back so that the fanning breeze could wash over him like a tide of grace.

However when the distinct ghosting of a sightless hand raggedly groped his crotch, his pulse rose in more than a singular destination. A melody of unanticipated pleasure timidly drafted out from the man’s pillowing lips as he struggled to collect himself despite the coincidences of this untimely grappling upon his established feature of manhood. As much as common sense told him to pull away from the mysterious yet somehow familiar handling of his body, he couldn’t succumb to the surrender; he was far too narcissistic to deny himself of nature wanting to defile his filthiest fantasies.

And thus he relaxed into the groping sensation that eventually began to drag the fabric that dressed his legs down his strong hips and farther down. There was dew tickling the back of his thighs as he respectfully leant his jaw back and closed his emerald orbs from capturing the indescribable woman that appeared in the open wedge of his spread legs. He all but was ignorant to his ability to see her until he jolted up in surprise as incredibly magical lips wrapped around the head of his erected cock, his lids peeling open to witness the criminal of the ongoing mind game. “I heard you calling for me, and thus I came to earth to grant your darkest desire. No need for concern, I am not going to take your voice, I want to hear every weak noise you humans make in the pleasure of your greed.”

By god, he was done for, his combative wishes were being fulfilled as she once again enveloped his cock within her mouth, effortlessly sliding the majority of his length down her throat, and not once did she gag. Her bejewelled eyes of Y/E/C stared straight through his tentative soul as she sucked it out of his vessel, enforcing his back to arch in a motive of having every inch of his length stuffed in her otherworldly mouth. It was the greatest amount of pleasure that he, as a mere mortal, had ever felt. Images of Olympus flashed into the peripheral of his rolling eyes, it was a beautiful view, but nowhere near close to how the flips in his stomach were making him.

Harry tried to hold back the breaking of the dam that was his starlight endorsing and glorified finish, however it flowed on its own accord and pooled in the mouth of the goddess Y/N, whom savoured every drop that cascaded down her throat. “Oh my Lord!” His hands massaged his own curls atop of his head as he relieved himself of the endurance that he had spent during his high. A smirk riddled Y/N’s ageless face as she reformed herself in a more polite manner, watching her consenting victim squirm beneath her judgemental gaze. “That is indeed one way for you to put it.” She agreed, and she allowed him to drown in her beauty for moments longer until she vanished from the spotlight of the moon, returning home with another tale involving mankind.