#the silky fabric slipping down his shoulder AHH–

[eggyboyoart]

kuya dresses like a hot single mom trying to seduce the pizza man, change my mind.

[weepingwillowwonder]

#2 Helluva Boss Thoughts/Imagines: NSFW [Minors DNI!! 🔞]

Fizzarolli x Needy!Reader ft. Ozzie

CW: Dirty Talk, Oral sex (Giving), Getting caught

"Sooo...what's got you all riled up today?" Fizzarolli nonchalantly asks as he shuffles through his closet. You lift your head from the crook of his neck and take a slight step back, hands sliding from around his middle.

"What do you mean? I'm not..I haven’t been-" you resorted, pouting and crossing your arms. 

He nods and throws you a knowing smirk over his shoulder as he cuts you off, "Uhuh, yeah oookay. It's not like we've already fucked twice today or anything, babes. Not to mention we've only been up for like...an hour." He pauses his search, taking a shirt from the hanger. 

"We've been up for two and a half hours..." you mumble from behind him, shifting and turning away slightly in annoyance. He lets out a laugh with a mumbled ‘sure’ and continues getting dressed, turning to face you as he buttons his dress shirt. "I love that you’re so…motivated first thing in the morning," he pauses as he finishes the final button and steps closer to you, reaching to turn your face towards his. "But you're normally not so...forward." His finger gently strokes your cheek offering you a smile. "I'm only wondering what's got you so spicy today."

"It's nothing!" You sigh dramatically and roll your eyes, leaning into the hand on your cheek. "Is it a crime to wanna fuck my attractive partner..?" Your sultry tone flusters Fizzarolli, the redness in his cheeks growing as you close the distance between you. "Of course not! Buuuut I need to get ready before-" He starts, breath catching as you sink to your knees in front of him. 

"Okay..." you whisper, holding his heated gaze, "Then you'll let me make you feel good right...?" Your fingers hook under the waistband of his panties, looking at him expectantly. He licks his lips, briefly checking the time and glancing at the open doorway behind you. He hisses in arousal as his gaze is brought back to you nuzzling his clothed member. "Please baby boy? Just wanna make you feel good..please let me…" You whine, slipping a hand between your thighs in an attempt to relieve your own desperation. 

A hand finds the back of your head as his hips press forward against your mouth. Your lips part slightly to heighten his sensations, tongue peeking out to stroke against the lacey fabric of his undergarments. "Fuuuck, Fuck! Okay..." He grits out, gripping your hair when he feels the vibrations of you moan against him. "J-just be quick, I told you I don't have a lot of time-" 

As soon as he gives you the 'okay' you're dragging his panties down his legs and immediately take the tip of his hardening cock in your mouth. "A-ahh!" Fizzarolli cries out from above you, his hand tugging at your hair. You can't help but moan at the heavy feeling of him in your mouth, bobbing your head to taste more of him. You’ll admit, you were feeling particularly needy this morning and while Fizzarolli was accustomed to keeping up with multiple rounds, he was starting to get sensitive at your touch. "Doll, please, ah! Slow down..!" You were sucking him dry, or at least attempting to. Your hips continue rutting against your hand, becoming sticky with your own arousal. You were so lost in your own frustration that you didn't hear the footsteps of someone entering your shared bedroom. 

"Oh my.." A silky voice behind you brings you back to reality, sliding your lips off the cock in front of you. Fizzarolli groans when you pull off of him, watching the spit trailing from your lip. He gives his other partner a shy wave and a lopsided grin. "What did I just walk into?" Asmodeus asks teasingly, a similar grin on his face as he crosses his arms. 

Your hand drops to the floor and you sit frozen, unsure what to say at being caught by your partner. “Ozzieee! Oh you know, just…j-just finishing getting ready.” Fizzaroli answers for you, biting his bottom lip. He hopes his answer is satisfactory for both of your sakes. The sin stalks closer to you both, coming to stand in front of you both, nodding. “Uh huh.” 

His hand makes his way to the top of your head, gently petting almost as if you would a companion animal. “Hey baby..” He murmurs softly to you, as he normally does. Coming into an already established relationship was already hard enough, so he took extra special care to make you feel welcome in their space. In your space. You timidly looked up to him offering a quiet ‘hi’ before turning your attention back to the one in front of you.  

“Fizzyyyy frog, I thought we discussed you being ready by the time I returned?” Asmodeus’ tone was still playful but somehow teetered on the line of seriousness. “You know, so we could get to the meeting on time?” Fizzaroli nodded at his words, torn between the guilt of not following the explicit directions he had been given and the throbbing between his legs.

“W-well baby here, woke up a little needy so I was being a good boyfriend and making sure they were taken care of, that’s all…We were getting ready, I promise!” Fizzaroli answered, fingers twiddling together nervously. Asmodeus sighs and slides a hand down his face. He pauses at the guilty looks you both give him, before leaning down to give Fizzaroli a kiss on his forehead. 

“It’s okay hun, if we hurry up we may still be able to make it on time...” Asmodeus’ fingers teasingly trail down your back, pulling a soft moan from you as your eyes flutter close. He hums, pleased at your reaction. His hand smoothes over your ass before pulling back to give it a firm smack. You gasp loudly, wide eyes looking up to him with your mouth hanging open slightly.  “And while Froggy is getting ready…” His voice lowers, “why don’t we take care of this little problem you have, hm?”

[danikamariewrites]

This miiiight be a little silly but can you write something like this with az or rhys? :D

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Just a Scratch

Rhys x reader

A/n: I would very much get flustered by Rhys 🤭

Warnings: mentions of injuries and blood

Nervously pacing in the hallway outside you and your mate’s bedroom you bite your nails. Azriel had winnowed him and Rhys into the foyer of the Town House over an hour ago, Rhys bleeding from a gash in his abdomen. Upon seeing the injury you shrieked and immediately went to get Madja.

You didn’t do well with blood or medical situations. You get queasy at the sight of a paper cut so it was best to stay out of the room when the old healer patches any of the boys up. Especially Rhys. You get very emotional seeing your mate hurt.

The door quietly opened and Madja shuffled out, her worn leather bag hanging from the crook of her elbow. You give her a worried, expectant look. She takes your free hand in her comforting, warm ones. “He’s fine dear,” Madja said softly. “He just needs to rest tonight so the stitches won’t rip.” You breathe out a sigh of relief. You knew he’d be ok, but still.

“Thank you,” you whisper. Madja nods and turns to Azriel who appeared from the shadows. He offers his arm to her and begins to walk Madja out. Azriel nods to you, telling you he’s got this and to go see Rhys. Once the pair were on the stairs you rushed into the bedroom.

Rhys was sat in his armchair by the hearth. He had changed from his leathers into comfortable loose pants, his long luxurious black robe—the silver embroidery on the cuffs and collar seeming to sparkle in the firelight, and he had decided against a shirt.

You could see the bandage wrapped around his lower abdomen along with bruises that littered his torso. Your eyes were briefly distracted by the muscles and swirling Illyrian tattoos peeking out from beneath the silky fabric. Slightly shaking your head to break your trance you focus on Rhys’ injuries.

Clearing the short space between the two of you, you drop to your knees in front of Rhys. Your face contorted in pain for him. Lightly running your hands across his exposed skin you look up at Rhys with sad eyes. “Oh my love.” You breathe out.

Rhys caresses your face with his large hand giving you a small smile. “I’m okay darling. I’m right here.” You shake your head slowly. Rhys sighs, holding your hands and guiding you to stand with him. “I can’t believe you got stabbed. And through your armor! I thought it was supposed to keep you from getting stabbed. Cassian said the scales were stab proof, this isn’t stab proof. It should be called stab resistant. Cauldron, I can’t…”

Rhys playfully rolled his eyes, dropping his robe from his shoulders dramatically. His entire torso was exposed, rippling muscles, swirling tattoos and all. Your breath caught in your throat. Your eyes going comically wide at the glorious sight before you. There was another bandage wrapped around his left shoulder. “Look at me darling.” He said quietly, grasping your chin between his fingers.

“It’s nothing but cuts and bruises.” With his free hand he takes one of your hands, laying your palm flat on his smooth chest. “See. My heart is still beating for you. This is nothing, I swear it.” You feel your mouth go dry. Even after all these years Rhys’ body and voice still make you flustered.

Licking your lips you fumble for your words. “So umm….ahh…h-how, how long do you have to be wrapped up like that?” Rhys’ smirk grew as he leaned down to connect his lips to yours. Your arms slip around his neck pulling him closer until your chest to chest. You can feel his heart beat against yours. The bond humming with joy that you two are connected again. Pulling away, Rhys rests his forehead against yours.

“You need to rest, my love.” You whisper. “Will you tend to my wounds, my darling?” A breathy giggle leaves your lips, “Of course, my love.”

[kingdaddydaichi]

Scent ⁘ Kakashi Hatake x f!reader ⁘ NSFW

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Got another one for y'all for my husband's birthday...💙👑💍

MINORS 👏🏼 DO 👏🏼 NOT 👏🏼 INTERACT 👏🏼

A/N: Kakashi's sensitive sense of smell and your arousal. This is some raw, primal, feral, filthy Kakashi. If you're looking for soft, sweet, sensitive Kakashi, keep scrolling please, negl.

Warnings: scent kink, drunk sex, lots of sexual bodily fluids (m & f), face fucking, slight dubcon, squirting, facial

Word Count: 1.8k

Asuma and Kurenai are hosting one of their infamous dinner parties at their home. These things always end up the same way. Lots of friends come over, eat, then proceed to drink bottle after bottle of sake while playing drinking games until the music starts blasting and everyone loses several brain cells and have a great time making complete fools of themselves. They truly are the absolute best parties.

Kakashi doesn't frequent these parties, but you do seeing as how Kurenai is your sister from another mister. She knows about your long-time crush on Kakashi and winks at you when she sees the two of you hanging out together, talking, laughing.

His fingers brush across your arms or back every chance they can. You know exactly what you're doing when you lean forward with your arm crossed under your bosom. And Kakashi knows exactly what you're doing too. Sure enough, you're getting turned on just by talking to him and exchanging flirty looks, words, and touches.

You excuse yourself to go to the restroom, adding a little extra sway to your hips knowing he's watching you walk away. It's not the first time he has smelled the scent of your arousal, but his inhibitions have been doused in alcohol and he decides to make his move.

When you open the door to leave the bathroom, Kakashi just so happens to be waiting on the other side. You smile and twirl your hair, feeling yourself getting wetter. Your inhibitions are down as well, the alcohol giving you the courage to taunt him a little.

"Wow Kakashi, if I didn't know better I'd think that you followed me back here". He closes his eyes and takes a couple of deep breaths through his nose. "Kakashi, are you okay?"

He opens his eyes, his pupils blown wide, and stalks closer to you. You step backwards into the bathroom and he closes the door behind you.

"I can smell you".

"Oh?" You remember his ultra-sensitive sense of smell and begin to panic a little. Oh god, do I smell bad?

He takes another intentional whiff of you, your scent now more concentrated due to proximity and close quarters, never mind the fact that you're steadily getting more and more turned on by him.

"Mm...you smell..." He takes another deep breath. "...amazing".

"Really? I'm not wearing perfume or anything-"

"It's not that. Better than that. It's your scent".

"W-what do you mean?"

You watch as his lusty gaze dips from your eyes to your center. "I can smell your arousal".

Your mouth opens and you take a step back. "Y-you can?"

The edge of the double vanity is now directly behind you, so when he pushes himself against you, there's nowhere else to go. You're surprised to feel him so hard already, looking down to see the material of his pants being pushed out by his erection. Hell, you can even see the outline of the head of his cock, his bigger than average size making itself apparent.

"What are you gonna do, Kakashi?"

He smooths his hands along your thighs and hips, pushing your short skirt up before picking you up and setting you on the edge of the counter. The cool granite contrasts with your bare heat since you're not wearing any panties. The excitement, the fear, and the need for him all mix together in an exhilarating juxtaposition of desire. You hadn't been expecting this at all, but you don't want him to stop. Now that it's happening you're too curious to see what he's going to do next. How far will he go?

He brushes his thumb across your bottom lip, and you open your mouth to suck it in. You close your eyes and swirl your tongue around his digit before he pulls it out slowly and places it against your weeping slit, dragging it back and forth over your clit, pulling a moan from your parted lips. He looks you dead in the eye, pulls his mask down, and it's his turn to bring his thumb to his lips, swirling his tongue around it before sucking on it. "Mm fuck, you taste good too".

God, he's beautiful. Your gaze dips from his slate grey and red eyes down to his pretty lips, which are punctuated by a soft beauty mark just below the left corner of his mouth. You wouldn't have thought it possible, but now you want him more than ever. You squirm against the counter, smearing your slick on it as you seek relief from the hard surface pressing against your opening. At the same time, Kakashi's been grinding his cock against the cabinet below, seeking some relief of his own.

He pulls his shirt over his head before reaching down to unbuckle his belt. He unbuttons and unzips his pants before pushing the waistband of his boxer briefs down enough for his large cock to spring free, slapping the skin just below his navel, leaving a string of precum in its wake along his silver happy trail.

He breathes in deeply again, the combination of your scent and flavor making him crazy. He pulls you to the edge of the counter until you think you might fall off, but he catches you. He pushes his thick cock against your wet little cunt, pushing himself inside of you inch by delectable inch until he is fully sheathed within you.

He holds himself there as a long, throaty moan escapes your open lips, your walls already clenching down around him. You arch your back, jutting your tits out as Kakashi pulls the tiny straps of your camisole off your shoulders. He pushes the fabric down until it's bunched up around your waist along with your skirt, your tits now free to be licked and sucked on by his hot mouth with his cock still buried deep inside of you. You push your fingers into his thick hair to pull him closer and throw your head back when he flicks his tongue over one of your hard, wet nipples.

"Hold on to me", he says in his low silky voice. You obey, clutching his shoulders as he hooks his arms behind your knees. He pulls you off the counter and begins gliding his slick cock in and out of you, using the momentum of his hips and the bounce of your ass to boost the impact of his thrusts.

"Oh god, Kakashi...your dick..."

"Yeah, what about it?", he asks before licking your exposed throat.

"Nnnhhh feels so good, gonna make me cum already. So soon!"

He can indeed feel your walls closing in tighter around him as he pumps his hips even faster, digging his fingertips deep enough into your butt cheeks to leave bruises. You adjust your hold on him, wrapping your arms around the back of his neck to keep from slipping as if he wouldn't catch you anyway.

"Yeah? 'S that right? You gonna cum all over my cock?" He breathes right up against your ear.

Your pussy clenches tighter at his words. You want him to fuck you harder and you tell him as much. He's now slamming his cock into you, his breath quickening.

"Mmhmmm gonna cream all over your fat cock, 'kashi!"

Your scent becomes more and more intoxicating to him the closer you approach orgasm. His legs start to shake, but the adrenaline and testosterone coursing through his body ensure that he's able to keep pistoning his cock in and out of you at speed.

"Ahh fuck, your pussy smells so fucking good. Can't wait to taste it after you cream all over me".

Hearing those words in his deep voice does you in. Every muscle in your body seizes up as you cry out. "Ka-ka-shiiiii!"

He pushes you up against a wall and pounds into you mercilessly, your back pitching up and down the wall with every powerful rut of his hips.

"Cum for me, (y/n)! Yeah, cum all over this fucking cock, right fucking now!"

"Hahhhh that's it, 'kashi! Yeah, slam your cock into my sweet little pussy hahhh! Cumming...cumming...FUCK!"

You explode all around him, spraying your liquid everywhere.

His eyes widen when you squirt all around him and he loses all composure, bucking his hips wildly. "Oh fucking shit! Fucking yes! Oh fuck that pretty cunt of yours is coming apart around my fat cock...oh god, (y/n), I'm gonna fill you up with my fucking nut! Shit, here I cum! Here I fucking cum!"

He's still reaming you with his meaty cock when his seed starts dripping out from your opening, too much of it to hold inside. He sets you back down on the counter and you fall back, unable to even hold yourself up, while he dives face first into your cunt. He wants it all. Your cream mixed with his cum. God it is so fucking hot his dick doesn't even get soft. He wears you out with his mouth until you're ready to cum again, squirting all over his face.

Your body goes limp on the granite, every muscle including the ones in your eyelids completely spent. You can feel him pull your bottom back down to the edge of the counter before burying his hard cock deep inside you again, thrusting with wild abandon, using your body like a fuck doll as your eyes roll back in your head. You're all but unconscious as he pounds into you, wet skin clapping hard against wet skin. Pretty soon he's on edge again.

"Oh fuck, I'm gonna fill you up with my cum again, (y/n)".

He looks down to see your body moving in time with his thrusts, tits bouncing, body sliding up and down over the now slippery surface. Kakashi is fucking you raw in a pool of your slick and his semen.

"Ahh come here, I wanna cum all over your face".

He pulls you down, catching you just before your knees hit the hard tile. He stuffs his cock in your mouth and fucks your face while you try to push back on his trembling thighs. But it's no match for his strength as he uses your hair to guide your mouth along his cock. You gag and choke, saliva pouring out of your mouth, but that only seems to egg him on more.

"Oh fuck yeah, fuck yeah! You look so pretty when I fuck your face like this. Shit!"

He continues throwing his hips forward as his balls tighten up so much they're not even hanging anymore.

"Ah fuck, (y/n), I'm gonna cum so fuckin' hard! Gonna cover your face with my seed, yeah! Fuck, here it comes!"

He keeps a fist in your hair when he pulls out of your throat. You choke and spit and fight for air while his hot sticky semen splashes across your face with every jerk of his fist. You stick your tongue out, licking him from your lips.

"Yeah, that's right baby, eat my fucking cum," Kakashi says, using the head of his softening cock to spread his cum into your open mouth.

He draws a hot bath before stripping you down, helping you into the soothing warm water. You watch as he takes the rest of his clothes off, slipping in behind you. He washes your body, then his own before holding you back against his front, slowly stroking your hair. Comforting you. Kissing you. Caring for you.

[2goth2moth]

What Kind of Fun do Vampires Have? (M!Vampire x M!Reader, NSFW)

Pretty sure that “willing blood bag for colony of vampires” is my new dream job. This is probably going to turn into a series, let me know if you’d be interested in me uploading versions with an AFAB reader :) 

Word Count: 2436

Includes: Blood, biting, consensual aphrodisiac (kind of), coming untouched, mild d/s overtones

Every second that you spent standing in front of the old building was another second you questioned your decision to come at all. It loomed, dark and imposing in the dusk, looking like the kind of place that would take a great deal of joy in eating up a person like you. You had gone looking for the mysterious building because of a rumour and an address handed to you by your friend, a piece of paper slipped into your hand with a wink and a quip about your “taste in lovers”. As if she had any room to judge…

But the rumours were about an entire vampire colony, and you just couldn’t help but be intrigued. Historically, vampires tended to be solitary creatures and actively hunted for their prey (and some still did), but modern colonies were said to actually keep humans in their fold, like employees.

Or pets, your brain supplied. 

A shiver went through you. It was impossible to deny that the thought was appealing. Now that you were here, though, you were starting to second-guess yourself, no matter how much the idea of being kept by a vampire colony set your nerve endings buzzing. 

“Looking for something, pretty boy?”

A silky voice sent you nearly jumping out of your skin. You whipped around to find its source, heart thumping in your chest. Behind you, a young man dressed in a dark green shirt leaned against a tree. He pushed off the trunk and started making his way towards you, each movement steeped in easy, confident grace. 

“H-hello,” you said shakily. 

“Hi,” the young man replied, voice tinged with humour. He stopped a pace away from you and smiled, a charming thing made of slightly crinkling eyes and very nicely shaped lips. “Looking for something?”

“Um...yes? I was told...I heard about a vampire colony. They live here?”

The young man’s eyes widened a touch. “Looking for a colony? You don’t look like the type to hunt monsters.”

 “I’m not. I’m here for...a different reason.” Your face heated, almost embarrassed by the implication. 

The young man raised a well-groomed eyebrow. “‘A different reason’? And what might that be?”

“I don’t see how that’s any of your business,” you grumbled. 

“You don’t?” he asked. He stepped closer to you, so close that you could see each one of his fine, dark eyelashes. His lips split into a grin. Long fangs, pure white and wickedly sharp, snapped down over his teeth. “How about now?”

Your mouth went dry. “Umm…”

The young man-- the vampire-- chuckled quietly and stepped even closer, now almost chest-to-chest, and ran his pointer finger along the neckline of your sweater. You tried to look anywhere except for those gorgeous fangs in that very nice mouth, focusing instead on the small golden buttons on his shirt. They contrasted nicely with the bottle green fabric, and the first two were undone, exposing the very top of his chest. You absently thought that it was a good place to focus.

“My name is Sana, pretty boy.” His voice snapped you back to attention. “Are you going to stand out here all day, or do you want to come inside?”

“Come-- can I come in?”

He smirked at you. With practiced ease he hooked his finger into your collar and led you into the imposing building. He walked you through the doors, and into a room with a plush couch. He rounded on you, stepping close again. You swore you could feel his chest brushing up against yours through your clothes.

“Now, what’s this ‘different reason’ you’re looking for vampires?” He asked, voice saccharine-sweet and dripping with innocence. “You said you weren’t a hunter, but I can’t possibly think of why you would come looking for a colony.”

It couldn’t be more obvious that he was teasing you, that he wanted to make you spell out why you were there. 

You pushed through the embarrassment of having to explain. “I, um...my friend told me about this...your colony. And I know the rumours about how…”

“How we keep human members?”

The way he cut you off in such a matter-of-fact way made you snap your mouth shut.  

“Uh, yes?” You stammered, feeling your face heat up. “And I wanted...well, I was wondering if you needed a new...human.”

A little overwhelmed by having to admit it out loud, your eyes dropped away from Sana’s and back to the inches of skin exposed by his open buttons. It was still a very good place to look. A hand, shockingly cold in the already cool room, gently grasped your chin and tilted it up, forcing your eyes to meet his again. 

His thumb rubbed soothing circles into your skin. “And you wanted to…’apply for the position’?”

You nodded. 

Sana smiled sweetly, and turned your head back and forth with that same tender grip, looking at you with an appraising gaze. He made a quiet noise of approval. “I know that I wouldn’t be opposed to having a pretty little thing like you around the house, and I’d be shocked if anyone else would complain about it.” 

A whimper threatened to escape from your mouth at that. 

“But I’m the only one here right now. And it’s very rude to take on a human without the whole colony wanting them.”

Your heart dropped. “O-oh. Okay, I can leave then. Sorry to intrude…”

“Hey.” The hold on your chin tightened. “Who said anything about you leaving?” Sana stepped towards you, making you back up until the back of your knees hit the beautiful couch you had noticed earlier. His hands, firm and steady against you, guided you to sit down. He settled down next to you. “I can’t decide that you’re our human all by myself, but there’s no rules about us having a little fun while we wait for everyone to get back.” 

He let himself drift closer to you, and you could feel his cold presence raise goosebumps on your skin. 

“What kind of ''fun”?” You asked.

“I’m a vampire. What kind do you think?”

Those beautiful fangs flashed across your mind again. “If you want to bite me...I’d like that too.” The awkward wording sent embarrassment through you, and you dropped your gaze again.

Sana laughed, the sound clear and sweet. “I’m glad that you’d like it too.” He shifted even closer, and his voice dipped sharply, suddenly low and sultry. “Because it’s exactly what I’m going to do.”

His cold breath fanned out over your neck. You groaned under your breath, lifting your chin to expose more of the warm skin for the vampire to nose up against. The tip of a tongue flickered over your jugular. The trail of saliva tingled slightly, sending sparks into your fingertips. A thought crossed your mind. “Sana?” A quiet hum into your neck was his only response. “Is your spit an aphrodisiac?”

He pulled back from you, a thumb replacing the tongue rubbing over the side of your throat. “Kind of,” he said. “It numbs down pain and heightens pleasure, but it doesn’t mess with your head. And it doesn’t absorb through skin.” A slow drag of the pad of his thumb sent a shiver rippling down your spine. “Do you still want this?”

There was no question in your mind. “Absolutely.”

A soft kiss was pressed to the column of your throat before those fangs sunk deep into your neck. Even though you had been prepared for it, the sudden pain of it made you gasp. It lanced through you sharply before slowly melting into a gentle warmth. The feeling was comforting as it thrummed through your veins. You couldn’t help but sigh and lean closer to Sana. He worked his fangs a little deeper, and sucked lightly. 

“Ahh.” 

The moan slipped out of your mouth unbidden. The barely-there suction felt unbelievably good, and you pushed even closer to Sana. He smirked against your skin. His hand-- skin still cold to the touch-- came up to cradle your face, tugging your head backwards to expose even more of your neck. The touch made you moan again, and you could feel your cock start to harden, pleasure coiling deep in your stomach. The grip on your throat loosened and his fangs slid out of you. Something warm and wet-- probably blood, maybe spit-- dripped down before Sana’s tongue darted out to lick it up. The flicker and drag of the tongue against your skin pulled more quiet sounds of pleasure out of you. The hand not occupied with holding your head in place crept down to grasp at your hip. The chill seeped through your clothing, and the pressure made your hips buck involuntarily. A dull throb settled in around the still-bleeding bite.

“Are you okay, darling?” Sana crooned to you. 

That sinful tongue ran over the shell of your ear before his mouth lowered to suck lightly on the wound again.

“It just feels so good.” Your chest was starting to heave with heavy breaths. Every touch on your skin felt electric, like a livewire connected to each of your nerves. 

“I told you it would.”

The hand that was holding onto your head tightened suddenly and pushed you to the other side. He licked his bloodstained lips before lowering his mouth to the unmarked side of your neck. Lips, warmed to room temperature by your skin, just barely ghosted over you, raising goosebumps in their wake and sending more heat pooling in your gut. 

Your moans were breathy and muffled as you bit down hard on your lip, trying to be as quiet as possible. “I didn’t know it was going to be like this."

“Is it too much?” Sana asked, pulling away a little bit. The loss of contact made you whine and arch towards him.

“N-no,” you groaned, “I just don't think I’m going to...last much longer.”

The hand that had been gripping your hip trailed up to slip under the hem of your shirt. His fingers stroked teasing circles into your abdomen, tightening the pleasurable coil in your belly. “I didn’t expect you to.”

You didn’t have time to react before he once again sunk his teeth into your undamaged flesh, lovely mouth finding its place right where your neck met your shoulder. The pain was almost nonexistent, just sharp, deep-seated, irresistible pleasure. Sana’s soft lips suckled on your skin with hellish gentleness, pulling blood from the wound around his fangs. Your hips bucked up again, thrusting into nothing, trying desperately to get some friction against your cock. He unclamped his jaw from your shoulder, fangs slipping free. Warm blood flowed down from the bite, catching briefly at the base of your throat before sliding further down and touching your shirt. A delicate, cool finger hooked into your collar and pulled it down before it could get more stained. His tongue chased the blood back to its source, lapping it up with intoxicating deftness. Each stroke left a trail of chilled spit over your skin, cooling even further in the air of the room. Choked-out noises of ecstasy fell from your lips with every slick drag. You wriggled about, trying to twist far enough to get Sana’s leg between yours, so riled up that you would happily hump yourself to completion on the thigh of a vampire you just met. It was a hopeless pursuit, his hand returning to your hip to keep you pinned to the couch with superhuman strength. His thumb stroked the crease between your hip and thigh as his mouth went back to sucking on your neck. 

“Please…” you began begging. Your hips were stuttering up into the air and your gut tightened even more. 

Sana’s lips disconnected from your throat. He kissed the wound and then the soft skin behind your ear. You were practically drooling at this point, your hips twitching constantly into the air. All of the feelings were getting so overwhelming that you felt the slightest push in any direction would make you completely unravel. The hand that still pulled your head back tightened, fingertips digging into your skin. The one at your hip began stroking the area through your clothes, straying up under your shirt, drawing torturous loops over the side of your stomach. His mouth landed over his bite once more and he sucked hard on your neck. You could feel the moment when that lovely tongue flicked out of his mouth and swirled over your heated skin.

The coil snapped. 

You arched violently off of the couch as you climaxed with a broken, sobbing cry. Waves of impossible pleasure washed over you as you came in your pants, completely and utterly untouched. The world went fuzzy around you, warmth and ecstasy still coursing through your veins. All you could feel was the world around you melting into a syrupy haze in the aftermath of such an intense orgasm. 

Something icy-cold touched your lips, and a sweet and tangy liquid was poured into your mouth. Orange juice. You noticed a hand cradling your head, and a gentle voice speaking quietly.

“Drink this, darling. You just lost a lot of fluid.”

You opened your eyes slowly, and saw Sana sitting next to you, holding a bottle of juice to your lips. The corners of his mouth were stained red with your blood, and his skin had taken on a warm, flushed appearance that you hadn’t even noticed it was lacking. 

“How was that, sweetheart?” He asked with a voice drenched in fondness.

Taking the bottle from him, you took a few more gulps, steadily feeling much less wrung-out, though the wonderful afterglow remained. “Mmmm, it was amazing.”

Soft fingertips smoothed over the bite marks on your neck. “Are you in any pain right now?”

“None. It still feels so good.”

He chuckled, moving forward to kiss your cheek. “It will for a bit longer. They’ll heal fast, probably by tomorrow, but you’ll feel pretty achy and bruised in a few hours. I won’t need to feed for a week at least, but you shouldn’t let anyone else feed from you until the bites are healed.” He absentmindedly rubbed a finger along your earlobe. “That is assuming that you’re still interested in staying to meet the rest of the colony?”

Draining the orange juice, you put the bottle down on the floor and leaned into his touch. “Of course I am.” The statement was simple and to the point, disarming in its honesty.

The smile he gave you was pink at the edges and could have outshone the sun. 

[voxmortuus]

I have a Ivar the boneless request. Ivar and reader are not a couple. They flew into a small town with an airport on the same evening. The weather gets really bad so all flights are canceled and they have to stay at the same hotel. There is a fire or some hail or whatever breaks the readers window so she has to be out in the hall and she can’t go back to her room but it’s late so she’s in her nightgown and Ivar sees her. He offers her to come stay in his room. And stuff…Use this how you like but make it smutty! Please and thank you lady!

PAIRING: Modern!Ivar x F!Reader

UNIVERSE: Vikings AU

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SUMMARY/PROMPT: See above <3

Trigger Warning(s): Angst | Fire in isolated area | Smut | Unprotected Vaginal Intercourse | Oral Ejaculation | Primal Ivar | Dominant Ivar | PLEASE TELL ME IF I FORGOT ANYTHING!!! I want to make sure readers are fully aware of what they are getting themselves into when they read this…

NOTE: Sorry if this isn't what you expected, I'm hoping this finds you well love! SMUT UNDER THE CUT.

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Sitting in the shuttle bus on your way to the hotel. You let out a heavy sigh, looking outside at the rain beating against the road, the trees almost horizontal, you look down at your phone. A text from your partner had really put you on edge, but it wasn't that you could control the weather. You let out a soft breath, rubbing your forehead, and finally, respond.

I'm sorry. It isn't my fault my flight was canceled. You're going to have to do the presentation without me. Or at least have me on the phone speaker. I'm sorry, Jane. Truly.

"Fuck." You muttered to yourself. Rubbing your lip again, the man next to you looks at you.

"Hey, you alright?" A long-haired man asked you

"Yeah, just, important meeting that I have to miss thanks to the weather."

"Ahh, yeah. No fun. I'm sure they will be alright without you." He reassures.

You smile and nod, hoping he was right.

You held power in your job. You were VP of a multi-billion dollar production company- you had a lot on your shoulders. You place your phone in your lap, and a few minutes go by, and it goes off again with a hugging gif and an 'Okay, boss.'

Pulling up to the hotel, you get out and walk to the desk. "Hello, and welcome to the Hilton! Are you staying?"

"Umm, yeah, the airport sent a bunch of us this way, our plane was canceled due to weather?"

"Okay, not a problem! Name?"

"Your First & Last."

"Aaaaaalright Ms. Y/LN. You're all set, Room 103. If you need anything, don't hesitate to give us a call."

"Um, yeah. Thank you." You give a small smile.

Finding your room was easy. Getting in, you look around and let out a heavy breath. Tossing your carry-on bag onto the bed you, sit at the small table and put your head in your hands, and let out a loaded breath. It was going to be a hell of a night, and you weren't looking forward to a bit of it.

Sometime later, you were jolted awake by the sound of your window breaking, scattering glass all over the floor. The rain had turned to hail, and the wind was so bad a tree limb was thrown into your window. You step out into the hall in your nightgown, shaking your head. "Fuck me."

The man from the bus spots you in the hallway walking to you; he looks into your room and notices that the window is shattered. He looks you over, licking his lips- he looks back at the room, walking in, he grabs your belongings and makes sure everything is out of there, clean and clear. With your bag and phone in one hand, he grabs your wrist, and you yank back.

"Excuse me."

"You're going to come stay in my room."

"Are you asking me or telling me? The hotel owes me a room."

"You're standing here, in-" He gestures to your black silky, lacey, short nightgown. "that, you go ahead down to the front, or you can bite your CEO pride and stay the night with me."

"VP... not CEO..."

"Close enough. You coming?" He asked.

Crossing your arms, you follow, at first, you questioned how he knew you were what you were, but then you realized, when he gathered your things, small details like that were on some of your stuff. With your jaw clenched, you followed behind him.

"That's it, boss lady. Let's go."

Shaking your head, you roll your eyes a bit as you follow behind him and close the door behind you. "One bed?"

"Yup, one bed."

"Lovely." You let out a soft sigh and get in bed, sleeping on the very edge of the king-sized bed.

He climbs in bed and lays on his back, his arm behind his head. He looks over at you a moment. "Do you always have to control everything?"

"I am a woman of power... so yeah. I guess so."

"Want to see what it's like without power? Experience something new in your life?"

"What do you mean?" You ask.

He rolls over and places his hand on your back. When you don't push away, he moves it to your hip. Nothing. He smirks, and wraps his strong arms around you, and pulls you close. At first, you are tense, and then you melt against him.

"I see... If you think you can handle that." You chuckle softly. You turn over and roll him back onto his back and get on top straddling his hips, looking over this stranger's face. You move your hips a bit feeling him stiffen under you as he pushes his ups up against yours. With a chuckle, he literally rips the panties from you, the fabric brushing against your bud made you bite your lip, he moves his sweatpants down just enough to slip into you.

You let out a soft moan, biting your lip, your hands rest on his chest as you begin to rock your hips. He let you get away with this for a bit, but after a few moments, he noticed you were just using him for one thing, he knew you would get off, rollover, and fall asleep. Not tonight.

He grabbed your wrists, and rolled you over, and pinned you down. "No, I'm in control, you don't have power right now." He smirked. "Let go." He muttered over your lip as he kept your hands pinned above your head in one hand while the other gripped at you, feeling you under his fingertips. He growled softly as he started to thrust into you, pulling your leg up to get at a right angle.

Thrusting harder, and faster your body shook. He started to slow down a bit, holding you under him he pulled you to the edge of the bed. Standing he lifted your legs and used your body any way he desired, bending you, twisting you. Your moans escalated, echoed through the room. Your hands gripped at the bed. The only thing you could manage to mutter out. was. "Fuck, Sir, you feel so good." You didn't know what happened it just escaped.

This only fueled him. He wanted to feel your finish. He wanted to feel you explode all over his cock, and he told you just that.

"Cum, now." Not second-guessing it you released upon demand.

He was quick to pull out of you and get you on your knees sticking his cock in your mouth and released. His head fell back, running his hand through his long hair when he brought his head back down to look at you he smirked. "Good girl." He praised as he watched you swallow.

Looking over his face you stood up and smiled. "Thank you." You whispered. You made your way to lay in the bed and looked over him as he climbed in bed.

"What's your name?" You ask him.

"Ivar."

"I will remember that, I'm Y/N. It's nice to meet you."

"Oh trust me girl, pleasure is all mine." He chuckled.

[legendary-maddie]

Hiiiii. I’m in ur ask box bc I love u and I NEED THE NASTY. Can I get Neji w/ “can you at least wait until I get in the door before you pounce on me?” I think that’s the way that one went. Thank u lovveee 💕💕

You want the nasty, I'll give you the nasty bby!

Hope I did him justice ♡

As always, please forgive me for my mistakes. English is not my native language and I don't have a beta.

"Can I at least shut the door before you decide to pounce on me the moment I come home?" - SMUT

You came back to Konoha after a long but successful mission.

After reporting to Tsunade, you and your team went separate ways. You weren't that exhausted but you definitely longed for your home. Your comfortable couch, your fluffy bed and your boyfriend.

Neji probably wasn't there, he lived in the Hyuuga compound, but he had the keys to your apartment.

You took a deep breath of the fresh air of the night and climbed the stairs up to your home, stretching one hand backwards to your rucksack, trying to get the keys out with minimal effort.

Once you got them, you made your way to your door and unlocked it.

The light inside was dimmed but someone was definitely home.

You immediately smiled and looked up to see the familiar face that appeared as you entered your apartment.

"Neji...", you said and dropped your bag to the floor when he pulled you into a tight hug.

Longingly he pressed his soft lips against yours and you closed your eyes. Oh how you missed him.

You moaned into the kiss as he grabbed a handful of your hair and slid a hand to your waist, pressing you to his warm body.

You let your hands wander upwards to his chest, clinging on his clothes.

As you ran out of air, your lips parted and ended the passionate kiss.

You smiled happily up to him, deeply looking into his beautiful eyes. He was so handsome right now. Strands of Neji's black hair framed his sharp features. You bit your lower lip which caused him to pull you back to another kiss.

His right hand squeezed your buttock and you gasped at his sudden action. Neji slid his tongue into your mouth and a needy fight startded. Your boyfriend gently pushed you against the wall. His lips moved against yours and you had to repress another moan. It indeed escaped you as he trailed down to kiss your neck. He immediately found your sweet spot which led you to bury your hands in his long and incredibly soft hair, as suddenly a cold wind blew and woke you from your trance.

You opened your eyes and saw that the door was still open.

"N-Neji...", you managed to whisper.

He raised his head and looked you in the eyes. They where full of lust and desire.

"Can I at least shut the door before you decide to pounce on me the moment I come home?", you chuckled and could see a slight blush on his cheeks

"I missed you, Y/N...", he said quietly and pushed the door close, while you quickly got rid of your shoes. "You were gone for almost a month."

"I'm sorry, love..." You gave him a soft kiss and took his hand. "Let's go to a more comfortable place."

Neji smiled slightly and let you lead him into the bedroom.

Only the small bedside lamp lit up the room. It barely reached the end of the bed. You smiled softly. Finally home.

You turned around to see your boyfriend. Almost immediately he cupped your face and looked lovingly into your eyes.

Oh how much you missed him...

You went on tiptoes and kissed him, not holding back. Neji slung his arms around your body and deepened the kiss.

After a while you parted. He took your hand to lead to the bed and sit on it.

You stood between his legs and he smiled up to you, his hands roaming over your waist. God, what a handsome man he was...

Slowly he took off your weapon bag and pushend your top up to gently kiss your belly. You enjoyed the beautiful feeling of his lips against your body and closed your eyes, registering every movement.

Then Neji stood up and carefully took off your ninja attire, leaving you in nothing but your underwear.

You purred as you approached him, running your fingers over the soft fabric of his cloth. He wasn't wearing his traditional white garments, his ninja outfit, instead he wore nothing but black pants with a long sleeve shirt. His forehead was bare and you could see the seal he usually hid underneath bandages. It seems like he planned to stay the night and was already prepared to go to bed.

Neji's hands slid down your body, trailing delicately over the exposed skin, but ended at your waist to gently pull you with him.

He sat down on the bed and you crawled onto his lap, making yourself comfortable. You brushed back his silky, long hair as he approached your neck.

He placed soft kisses and started to attack your sweet spot with his teeth.

You bit your lower lip and moaned softly, beginning to press your heat to his clothed erection. The tickling sensation building up between your legs.

You could feel his reaction against your skin, he moaned deeply and used one arm to press you deeper into his lap and the other to swiftly remove your bra.

His lips were almost cold against your warm skin and left a hot trail to your breasts. Gently he cupped them and sucked your left nipple, rolling the other one slightly between his fingers before switching.

Your breath was shaky, your hands restlessly wandering through his hair and shoulders. You couldn't wait longer to finally have him again after such a long time.

"Neji, please..." You gently pushed him back and tried to remove his shirt. He helped you with a smirk on his lips.

"Please what, my love?", he asked innocent and you almost pouted. "I wanted to take my time to spoil you..."

His hand wandered over your leg and pushed into your underpants, sliding through your already wet folds.

You groaned as he found your clit and rubbed your sensitive bud just the way he had to to let you see stars.

Your toes curled and you grabbed a handful of his hair, gently raising his head to look up to you.

His eyes were dark and full of lust and desire.

You brought down your lips to meet his in a hungry and passionate kiss. God, this man is driving you insane on a daily base!

Neji turned the both of you without breaking the kiss, so you now lay on your back with him towering above you.

Two of his fingers entered you starting to slowly move. You moaned into the kiss and reached down to touch his bulge. He was already so hard and you couldn't wait to feel his cock inside of you.

As he added a third finger, you almost lost it. You moaned his name as he fucked you with his talented fingers.

"Ah... Neji!", you whimpered and he looked at you, smirking. That bastard. "Please, take me!"

"As you wish, darling.", he whispered lovingly to your ear. The black haired man removed his fingers from you to undress his lower half. You made a sound at the sudden loss of his fingers, but moaned delicately as he sunk down to you again and brushed his erection against your wet middle.

You slung your arms around his shoulders and bit your lower lip, waiting for him to finally give it to you.

Neji took you legs and pushed them up, as he entered your with only but the tip.

"Ah!" You almost screamed as he pushed in hard the rest to fully fill you up. You opened your eyes and looked into his sly face, watching you from above.

"God, please, Neji! I need you!" You can't even believe that you have to beg him so many times! You want him - NOW!

He pulled out and entered you again with full force. He did that a few time and you swore you would you crazy if he continued!

Neji rested his weight on one elbow, grabbing a handful of your hair only press his lips onto yours and start fucking you hard.

Your eyes rolled back as you felt him so freaking deep inside, penetrating your g-spot. You moaned into the kiss and duged your nails into the skin of his muscular back. Your other hand ran through his hair, carefully scratching his scalp.

Finally he moaned and looked down on you with lustful eyes and knitted eyebrow, pounding hard into you.

You knew he would loose it if you do it right. His hair was sensitive and there was a very small part between pleasure and pain. A tad too rough and he would be angry.

"Y/N..." Neji grabbed your chin and pressed a quick kiss to your lips. "Turn around...", he said softly. Out of breath you nod and turned, before he roughly grabbed your hips as you were on hands and knees. Knowing it's gonna be pleasure to the finest, you smiled and duged your hands into your pillow.

He slipped back into you, starting to thrust slow but powerful into you. His hands wander up, massaging your back before he grabbed your shoulders tightly, much to your delight.

You were a moaning mess! Your knees and arms started to get wobbly.

"Ahh... Neji!", you whimpered out his name, feeling your climax coming slowly.

He thrusted hard into you and fastened the speed.

Your arms were about to gave up and your thighs started to get numb.

You moaned a last time before you lowered your upper body to the pillow and grabbing it as if your life depends on it.

You felt one of his hands brunch over your back, giving your ass a tight squeeze and sliding down to your clit.

Neji leaned over you, nipping on your earlobe, kissing it softly afterwards before massaging your sensitive bud.

"Welcome home, love."

[husbandomail-archive]

If you're still taking those special event requests (thank you for the idea!!!) I have one (for fire emblem).. 🥺

Y/N decides to surprise Laurent by giving him the cutest, softest puppy and they get to know each other and everyone has a fluffy and sweet time~

ahh I love him and I love dogs aha~

For as long as you’ve known him, Laurent has been stressed. It’s usually no secret, with the way his conversations always twist into lectures at every opportunity, the way he’s constantly finding busywork to keep his hands— and mind— occupied. You can’t exactly blame him; of all the time-travelers in Chrom’s ragtag army, Laurent has been the most unfortunate. At such a young age, of course he couldn’t quite handle it.

You start by inviting him for tea.

“Pardon my intrusion,” Laurent ducks his head and removes his oversized hat as he cautiously steps into your tent, but even then, when he stands up to his full height his head nearly brushes the fabric overhead. His face is pinched into an expression you don’t recognize— when you motion for him to sit down, he hovers awkwardly for a moment before practically collapsing in a tangle of his lanky limbs and flowing robes. His eyes scan the tent as you busy yourself with finishing the tea— as the army’s tactician, you’d been granted a bit more space than many of the others, and he’s curious to see what you’ve done with it.

Bedding in a complete mess. Books of all sorts sprawled across the floor. A notebook, opened, your inkwell having spilled across the page. And a box, off in the corner. He’s not sure why that catches his attention, amidst the other clutter of your living quarters, but it does— and the longer he stares, the more certain he is that the box is wiggling.

“Laurent?” Your soft voice drags his focus elsewhere. When he glances back at you, you’re holding a teacup out to him, your face twisted into a bemused expression.

He just bows his head again and accepts the warm drink.

“So,” you begin slowly, cradling your own warm mug in both hands, “I’ve been thinking lately.”

Laurent takes another swig of his drink— that’s never a good way for a conversation to start. His eyes flicker over your shoulder to the same little box— has it gotten closer? You carry on as if completely unaware.

“I know you’re carrying a lot on your shoulders, Laurent, and it— hurts me to see you so unhappy. I’d like to do what i can to help you—”

The box behind you bumps, he saw it, he knows he did. It’s clearly making noise, something shuffling inside. Laurent’s grip on your delicate teacup tightens. He can’t take it anymore.

“The box,” he bites out. “There’s something alive in there, right?”

You break into a grin, which is definitely not what he was expecting; abandoning your tea, you reach over to fumble with the box, lifting the loose lid and finally giving Laurent answers on what’s inside.

A puppy.

With a happy yip, the little dog tumbles right out of the box and bounds into Laurent’s lap, almost knocking his own drink out of his hands. It squeaks and yaps, its tail wagging so hard that it almost can’t stand upright. When it brings its muzzle up to lick Laurent across the nose, it nearly throws his glasses across the tent.

For his part, Laurent stiffens— he carefully sets his half-drunken tea out of the dog’s reach, and then his hands move back, hovering just over the puppy’s fur as if he’s afraid to touch it. But then the dog slips on Laurent’s silky robes, and with a startled gasp the mage snatches the puppy up before it can tumble to the floor.

The dog is unfazed, continuing to happily lick Laurent across the face as he holds it gently, his glasses ending up askew anyways. A grin crashes its way onto his lips, and you find yourself smiling back just as eagerly; it seems as if all the tension that rests on Laurent’s shoulders has finally melted away, and at least for the moment, he seems like the young man he never got to be.

[wanna-do-bad-things]

Command and Obey.

Word count: 4113 Warnings: Oral (male and female), restraints, throat grabbing, edging, dirty talk, use of toys, public teasing, Daddy!kink, unprotected sex.  A/N: this is a continuation of Be Told Twice, though it doesn’t have to be read to understand this! Not BETA’d so all errors are my own. 

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Henry Masterlist. 

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“Why don’t you open your mouth, suck on this for a little bit while I...” he trails his fingers up your inner thigh and brush them over your clothed core. “get you nice and wet and if you’re a good girl, I’ll let you cum and ride my cock. How about that?”

-

His words had been true, just like you knew they would be. Henry didn’t lie when it came to something like this. He rarely lied at all but especially not about something like this. 

You’d sucked the small vibrating egg between your lips as his hands had made quick work of your clothing, stripping you down to just your underwear. His fingertips had stroked over your covered folds, parting them through the fabric of your panties. He’d quickly located your clit, the swelling of it at the top of your slit was too much for him to ignore and his middle finger alone had started an assault against it with such speed all you could do was grip his biceps so hard that thin crescents were imprinted within his skin. 

You’d reached your orgasm quickly, your thighs trembling and your knees almost giving out. Had he not caught you, you’d have fallen to your knees without intentionally doing so.

Henry had lowered to his own, pulling your underwear down your thighs and pooled them at your feet. Your wetness had coated your inner thighs, the smell of you brought him to kiss and nip at your skin, press his mouth to your damp lips and force his tongue between them - licking away at everything he’d just caused. 

He’d cleaned you up using only his mouth, before reaching up and holding out his palm to you without stopping the new waves of pleasure which rippled through you by that skilful tongue. Obediently spitting the egg out, it had plopped onto his waiting hand and you’d felt the smooth curve of the egg at the entrance to your core and the pressure of it as he began to push it inside. 

Once inserted, he’d driven you to the edge. Made you call his name over and over as the toy was switched on, stimulating you from the inside while he continued to lap at you externally. And each time you’d almost reached your second orgasm, he’d stop, wait for it to drain away and he’d start again. 

You were eventually given your second orgasm, but not until he was ready and not before you were begging. 

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“Are you sure you’re okay? I could get you a glass of water?” You can’t remember her name, but she has a friendly face and her perfume, a flowery musk scent, is far too overpowering. Had your attention been elsewhere, you may have considered taking a step or two away from her, just to be able to breathe. 

“I’d love a glass actually,” you reply, realising this may be your opportunity to gulp down a few moments of unpolluted air. Your skin was starting to heat, your heart rate was speeding up, your muscles were tightening and you were struggling to put together a sentence that wasn’t please just let me cum.

For three hours he’s been doing this. For him, you assume this is amusing. Watching you squirm under his touch. Henry may be cruel tonight, but he wasn’t cruel enough to turn the settings up full. He kept them low, as a warning, occasionally ramping it up when it was just the two of you. You’d be forced to keep the smile on your face, your teeth clamping down against one another as you do so as he would ask you a question, knowing perfectly well you couldn’t answer as the vibrator sent stunning pulses throughout your pussy. 

You’d felt your eyes grow heavier, unable to focus and you’d wanted to bend slightly, reach for him and let out of a series of low pants as you worked your way through the stream of vibrations, but as the two of you are in a crowded room, you’d been forced to keep it together and appear as though Henry wasn’t edging the fuck out of you. 

Only minutes ago whilst up on stage to present an award, you’d watched as his hand had slipped into his pocket and you knew what was coming; and sadly it wasn’t you. The vibrations had turned on and you’d been forced to stand and attempt to keep a straight face for the duration of his speech. His eyes had locked with yours throughout it and it wasn’t until you’d made a noise, bringing the attention of the woman beside you, that you realised you were losing control.

Henry noticed, without breaking his presenting stride, and switched it off flawlessly without the crowd being any wiser of his quick in pocket turning off the vibrator trick. You’d tried to brush off your reaction to having a bit of heartburn, but she’d insisted on looking after you. 

“He’s quite the man, your Henry.” She comments as she hands you the glass. 

“He is.” You find yourself agreeing. Had he not decided to play this shitty game, you may have said it with a little more enthusiasm and a little more kindness. 

“I’ve wanted to see him settle down now for quite some time. The way he watches you tonight, it’s as though there’s never been another woman in his life. That you’re the one for him.” You’re tempted to ask her how long she’s known him to be making such statements but before you can, he’s making his way back over to your table. One hand is tucked into the pocket of his trousers, those beautiful fingers of his no doubt wrapped around the controller. 

He smiles as he passes other tables; making a show as he shakes the hand of some of the men who stand to greet him. You watch as he leans forward, his free hand pats them on the back of their shoulder as they exchange pleasantry jokes before he moves on again. He has the attention of the room and it’s clear to see why. 

“Andrea,” Henry beams as he comes into earshot. 

“Henry,” the woman beside you replies, a broad smile stretches her painted pink lips. She’s on her feet before he’s within reach, smoothing down her dress before she reaches an arm out, wrapping it over his shoulder as she stands on her tiptoes to pull him into a brief hug. “I was just telling your lady friend here that I’ve wanted you to settle down for many years now.”

“And here we are.” He gives her a closed-lip smile, but the warmth remains. “You’ll be very pleased to know I’m incredibly happy with my girlfriend,” he corrects her, “and I don’t plan to let go of her any time soon.”

“That is wonderful to hear.” She gives his hand a squeeze. “You absolutely deserve all the happiness.”

“Do you mind if I steal her away for a moment or two? I’ve spotted the two of you speaking and I’d hate to interrupt.”

“Not at all,” she gestures for the two of you to slip away, but not before she places the water into your hand. “For her heartburn.” She explains to him. 

“Heartburn hmm?” He asks as you move away from her.

“I didn’t say anything.”

“Ahh yes, she does like to fuss.” He says in a quiet voice as he leads you from the busy room. “Though you are looking beautifully flushed tonight,” he says, tucking a loose lock of hair behind your ear. 

“I can’t imagine why,” you resist the urge to lean into his touch, even though you’d love to feel the brush of his knuckles over your cheek, the swipe of his thumb over your lips. 

“You make it very difficult for me to not want to just take you home right now. Especially knowing what’s under this dress,” his fingers slowly trail up the sides of your dress, feeling where your stockings and suspenders are, attaching to the lace bodysuit that he’d bought you for your anniversary several months back. You enjoyed arriving on set, wearing nothing more than a flashers mack, heels, stockings and this very bodysuit. His hands had traced the soft black chantilly lace, marvelled at the way it had covered your body like a second skin before having his wicked way with you. When he was in that mood, your polite mild-mannered Henry didn’t give a shit who heard as he fucked you into next year. 

“I can’t say the thought hadn’t crossed my mind.” You remain where you stand, not allowing your hands to wander as you’d want. Throughout the evening, you’ve tenderly stroked his face, cupped his jaw as he leant in for the lightest of kisses and fixed his tie, you’ve managed to keep them to yourself. Though right now, your gaze is drawn to the thick outline of his swelling cock and you want nothing more than to stroke him until he’s fully hard and leave lipstick marks upon the silky skin of his shaft. “You better hope that tonight passes quickly.”

“Princess, I know you’re not telling me what to do after everything tonight.”

“And if I am?”

He grins down at you, “I hope you are.”

__

“Hmmm, what to do with you?” Henry asks in a quiet voice the moment the two of you are home. Both of you behaved for the rest of the evening. He didn’t abuse the controller, though he had made a gesture once or twice when you’d ignored him. The barely there seconds which he’d switched it on, sending low pulses throughout your cunt had been both divine and a warning. Your attention had once more pulled to him and he was happy once more. 

The journey home was pleasant, small talk in front of the driver about the evening, the conversations the two of you had indulged in and though you had suspicions about what was to come, it was perfectly lighthearted. Certainly a calm before the storm, and when in this mood given his words earlier, it doesn’t rain, it pours. 

Henry locks the door behind you both, shrugging out of his jacket and unties his shoes as you walk towards the kitchen. 

“What to drink? Red? Champagne?” You call out as your finger traces over the bottles. 

“Red.” He replies, his voice much closer than you’d anticipated and you jump a little. His footsteps are now beside you, his back is to you and through his shirt, you can see the way his muscles knit together as he reaches for two glasses. 

You take them, choosing to take this moment to observe the way his shirt tightens as his muscles flex beneath the fabric as he selects a wine, pulls the cork from the bottle, and requests a glass back and pours a more than healthy amount before handing it back to you.

“Excellent choice.” You tip your glass towards him in a silent toast and he does the same once his own glass is full. After taking a sip, he places the glass upon the countertop and moves, standing with his feet on either side of yours, his hands grasp the edging of the counter as he stares down at you. 

You can smell his aftershave, musky, amber and something else, almost pine like, as it fills your nostrils. “You’ve got some making up to me.” He tells you. 

“Me? Make it up to you?” You want to scoff and it shows in your tone. “After what you pulled tonight?”

His movements are fluid, ridiculously so as the knuckles of one hand stroke up your neck and his wrist flicks, turning his hand so that his palm covers your throat, his fingers applying the right pressure to stop your movements. 

“Keep talking, and your words won’t be the only thing you’ll be choking on.”

You don’t notice the other hand moving but he must have done so because you feel the low setting of the vibrator kick in once more. He waits for you to say anything, and when you remain quiet, he turns it up another notch.

“Good girl,” he whispers as his lips ghost your own. When you remain quiet, he nips at your bottom lip, sucking it between his teeth and nibbles on it. His tongue swipes over where he’s bitten down, alternating between sucking your lip and nibbling on it, drawing a long moan from you before he kisses you properly. His kisses are urgent, deep and demanding. His lips prise open yours, his tongue enters your mouth and claims it. 

His hand keeps you from moving, though you’re desperate to grind yourself against him. You could of course try and maneuver your lower body, try to capture his thigh between yours and grind against it. You’ve rode his thigh before, dug your nails into his shoulder as he’d watched you rocking your hips back and forth, your clit pressing against his muscular thigh until you’d climaxed and shit, did you want to come now. Fuck did you need to.

Henry breaks the kiss, though his lips barely leave your skin as he trails them down your neck, sucking small barely there love bites gently on any skin he can reach along the way until he reaches the curve of your dress at your breasts. His fingers reach behind you, tugging down the zip. His lips leave your skin as he steps back, pulling you forward by your throat to pull the zip fully down before stripping the dress from you. 

His fingertips trace over the center of your panties, a smirk appears as he feels just how soaked your underwear is. 

“I’m going to need to feel that mouth of yours.” You’re pushed to your knees as the vibrations continue, feeling a little more intense as you kneel before him, your thighs clamped together and your pussy tight. It keeps your body on edge, it keeps you in check, it keeps you wanting and needing more. You lean forward, your hand running his length until they reach the zipper, working the button of his trousers and pull his erection free, stroking him from base to tip. It’s now you realise why he’s keeping the vibrator on and not using it intermittently like before - it’s driving you crazy and you move from side to side, rubbing your thighs together with frustration. Sinking your lips down over the first few inches, you whine around him as the shift in your position has the egg pressing against your g-spot and you palm the inches which you can’t fit in your mouth. 

Locking eyes with him as your lips sink repeatedly over the velvety head, you move your hand lower each time as another inch of him works its way into your hot mouth. There’s a tug at the corner of his lips as he leans back, his shirt sleeves rolled up to his elbows and watches you take a little too much before you’re fully ready. 

Bastard.

His smile spreads further as you choke, your gag reflex kicks in, tears begin to spill down your cheeks as you close your eyes and your throat muscles tense around him but you persevere and he finally lodges himself within your throat.

“Mmm,” he hums, “I love it when you take it all.”

Henry’s hands lace through your hair as you drag your lips back up to the head and you circle the tip with your tongue, gulping in as much air as you possibly can before enveloping his dick into your mouth once. Once he knows you’re comfortable, he rocks his hips back and forth, fucking your mouth exactly as he wishes, occasionally pushing all the way in until your throat bulges with it. Despite the controlled persona he tries to maintain, you can feel himself beginning to lose it. 

“Upstairs,” Henry hisses, tugging on your hair and pulling you from his erection, a long thin trail of spit dangles from the tip to your lips. “Now.”

You’re yanked to your feet and your ass is given a slap as you’re urged forward, heels clicking on the flooring as you make your way to the bedroom, noticing the way he stops the vibrations, leaving you unsure if you’re relieved or disappointed. You’re barely inside when you feel Henry’s lips at your neck, his hands stroking their way along your skin before slipping over, feeling the soft skin of your inner thigh. Your pussy clenches, needing to feel his touch there finally.

“I want to give you everything you want. Everything you need.” He whispers against your skin, nipping at your sensitive spots just under your ear. “But I’m going to need you out of this. Leave the stockings and shoes on.” He instructs and you move, undressing yourself not too slow but enough to have his interest completely as you pull the soft material from your body and step out of it. “You’re being a good girl. Why is that?” He asks as he unbuttons his shirt and begins to undress. 

You’ve answered previously on another occasion, only to be told you were demanding and wouldn’t be getting what you wanted. He’d edged you for several days, touches here and there, his fingers deep inside your core, bringing you to the most beautiful orgasm before stopping just as you get there, just as you can begin to feel your juices soaking his knuckles as you almost climax. No, you know better than to risk this again.

“I asked you a question,” he says and places both hands on your shoulders, turning you around and presses his palms to you, pushing you back against the bed. 

“I’ll take what you wish to give me.”

“What happened to me owing you? What happened to that smart mouth of yours?” He asks as he pushes open your thighs and rests his hands on either side of your ribcage. His erection presses against your soaked core and it takes everything within you not to lift up and grind against it. 

“I’ve learnt my place again.”

“How did you manage that?” He asks, brushing his thumb over your bottom lip, only to clench his jaw as you circle your tongue over it and suck it between your lips. “That’s teasing, not learning to control your bratty mouth.” He tells you, pulling his thumb from you and climbing from the bed. You know where he’s going before he’s reached it and you bite your tongue in an attempt to muffle any groan that may sound. 

It’s fair to say that your small box of goodies has grown and Henry ensures each new purchase is fully tested and categorized. Foreplay, for solo, for the both of them and during. Restraints, in many variations had seemed like a good idea until you found yourself within them. Henry drops his chosen pieces onto the bed beside you, along with the vibrator remote and gives you a stern look. 

“Hands,” he demands and you hold them out, wrists already together before he can ask for that too. His eyebrow raises ever so slightly, barely there but you catch it and you know you’ve pleased him by doing so. The restraints bite at your skin; a combination of a heat and stinging sensation but you remain quiet. He re-positions himself, his lips closing over your nipple and tongues it to a hardened peak as his finger and thumb pinch and tug at the other. You hadn’t felt him move to touch the controller, but the vibrations quickly start up again, ranging from the lowest to a mid setting within ten seconds. Your legs extend, your toes curl within your shoes and your back arches, pressing your tits closer to his face as you cry out his name as your orgasm takes shape once more. 

The embers within your belly from earlier ignite once more, heat spreads throughout you as he tongues at your other nipple; the light stubble of his jaw scrapes over your skin and you can’t hold back the whimper that forms in your throat as he pulls his kisses south, his tongue swiping your folds apart and tastes you for the first time this evening. His lips close over your swollen clit. He licks, swirls the tip of his tongue over the sensitive nub, flicks at it mercilessly until you shake, reaching an orgasm with such intensity that as it rolls into a second one almost instantly. He slips two fingers within you and pulls  the egg out with ease. 

The buzzing quietens as he switches it off and runs his hands up and down your outer thighs until they reach your ankles. He lifts your leg, placing one at his shoulder and raises your knee of the other leg until it presses against his chest as he kneels before you, tugging down his boxer shorts and palms his cock. Pre-cum drips from the slit and the way your chest rises and falls at the sight of it, doesn’t go unnoticed. 

“Want Daddy’s dick?”

“Yes,” you pant pathetically before him. 

“Yes what?”

“I need your dick, Daddy.”

“Want me to taste me?”

“Yes Daddy.”

“You should be so lucky. Say it again, do you want my cock?” he demands as he runs the head of his cock along your slit, from your soaked entrance up to your clit and back down again.

“Need your di-” you’re unable to finish your sentence as he pushes inside, bottoming out and begins thrusting without giving you a moment to adjust to his size. Your swollen walls suck him within you until his balls slap against your ass. He feels as deep as you feel tight in this angle. Every drag of his length within you feels blissful as he stretches you open completely.

The more you mewl and whine, the more he fucks you harder until his name drips from your tongue like your cunt drips with wetness. Your gaze switches from watching Henry’s face, admiring the way he bites his lip as he stares transfixed on his cock entering you, reveling in the sight of it as well as the sensation of entering your tight hole and dropping your gaze to watch the very same thing. 

Henry was by no means small, he was both perfectly long and thick. The first time you’d felt him, you’d hoped it was smaller than it felt. Seeing it had your panties drenched, your pussy throbbing and your heart racing wondering how you’d remain in one piece. Seeing him enter you so easily, his large size dominating your smallness in comparison is incredible. Your breathing is shaky, it catches in your throat as his pace picks up. Your body rocks with his, your tits bounce with every hard thrust and for the first time, it’s what grabs his attention from the way he pounds into you. 

He lowers your legs and your back arches instinctively, lifting your chest upwards and groan as he closes his mouth around your pebbled nipple and alternates between nibbling and sucking. It’s exactly what you need, driving you lift your hand and suck two fingers into your mouth. Once completely slick with wetness, you push your hand between your bodies and play with your clit once more. 

“Harder, fuck me harder.” You moan as your fingers quickly match the pace which he takes you. You last, minutes or seconds? You’re not sure anymore. One wave of pleasure is barely finishing when another begins to lick. “Yes, yes, yes,” you repeat, his name quickly following as a mantra as your climax spurts around him. Your pussy throbs, sucking him in deeper. He barely pulls out before he’s pushing back in and this is what he needs to reach his own which follows quickly, his hips coming to a halt, balls pressed against your ass and every inch he has to offer is inside of you as thick ropes of cum paint your core. 

Lifting ever so slightly, Henry captures your lips. His kisses are soft and tender, a total contrast to the hate fuck he’s just given you. You reach up and grip his hair, holding him close to you as you kiss him back. He adjusts his body weight and you feel him slowly begin to pull out. Leaning on one forearm, you feel a brief sensation at your opening but it’s gone just as quickly as you feel it. He breaks the kiss, only for his fingers to take its place as he smears your lips with a wetness.

“You wanted a taste, now open up.”

[mystic-kitten-writer]

Is the small teaser, for the next smut for Limerence, ready to be released yet?👀💕

Ouuu Babe, it’s here to be known lol

Thanks for reminding me! I swear, I have the memory of a goldish so I need as many reminders as you can get 😅

Take care, and enjoy~!

Rating: NSFW

Warnings: Hair pulling, mild choking, fingering, orgasm denial, overstimulation, edging, squirting, public sex (kinda?), D/s undertones, dirty talk, rough sex, mild temperature play, penetrative sex, angry sex, creampie (wrap it, people!), begging, finger sucking (I listed all warnings regarding to the overall chapter, but not everything will be found in the teaser).

Words: 1089 (a tiny tease 😅)

Notes: WIP; not edited and subject to change, loves :) As I mentioned before, this is a teaser for the upcoming bonus chapter, not chapter 34 because I don’t wanna spoil anything! So enjoy, everyone, and thank you for supporting Limerence 💜

Odaxelagnia

(English/n.) Sexual arousal from biting or being bitten.

~ Ying Yue Jiang ~

           The way his fingers glided, effortlessly wrapping each slender digit against my throat with a low snarl. My breathing hitched, swallowing hard as my lips parted, a single whine escaping from his hot touch. It was a dangerous mix of lust and thoughtfulness – golden eyes ablaze as he towered over my figure.

           I tried to speak, but I found myself unable to whisper a damn word.

           Zuko was going to kill me.

           I was sure of it.

           “Having fun?” Zuko hissed breathlessly, a sadistic chuckle leaving his parted lips as I watched him. His forehead was pressed against mine, hair still wet, leaving droplets over our exposed skin. The music was blaring, people oblivious to the way Zuko’s free hand lingered down my body, memorizing every curve.

           His fingers danced along the silky fabric, playing with the low-cut neckline. My bottom lip rolled between teeth, feeling the way he brushed the skin of my exposed breasts, his thumb tauntingly pushing and pulling the fabric dangerously low. His palm grazed my hardening nipples, adding another unexpected sensation in the mix.

           My breathing started getting heavier, seeing the way he clenched his jaw, his gaze never once leaving mine. I whined under my breath, unknowingly arching my back against his teasing touches, and I saw the way Zuko’s eyes darkened.

           His hips snapped against mine, forcing himself between my legs. A low moan escaped me, eyes fluttering shut as the grip on my throat tightened. “Zuko.” I moaned eagerly, feeling his hard bulge rubbing against my core. My head was spinning, panting, feeling the way Zuko’s fingers heated on my skin, purposely digging into my pressure points.

           “What’s wrong, baby? Is someone fucking needy? It didn’t seem like you needed me two minutes ago – dancing happily with some man.”

           “It was an accident, I thought he was Suki-” I protested, but another sharp wheeze escaped me as I felt his hand fall from my breast onto my thigh. He can’t be serious-

             I bite my lip, my hands falling over Zuko’s shoulders. The harsh slap against my bare thigh went unnoticed by how gaudy the instruments played, roughly lifting my leg, so it was comfortably resting over his hip.

           “Was that it? An accident?” Zuko mocked, mimicking my innocent tone as he wickedly kissed his teeth. My dress started to roll up, and I blushed, realizing how exposed I was.

           “Zuko, someone is going to see us-”

           “You should’ve thought of that before, baby. Now, suck.”

           His fingers moved up my neck, slipping between my lips, and I did just that - suck.

           I moaned, letting my lips pucker, tongue flicking between those long delicious fingers of his. The way Zuko ran his tongue along his pouty lips, leaning forward and brushing against my ear.

           “Mmm, you’re my good girl, right, baby?” Zuko growled huskily, sucking and biting my neck. I whimpered between those slender digits, nodding my head instinctively at his dominance. He laughed, enjoying how fast I melted under his controlled touches. His hot breath tickling my bruised skin as he pulled back to admire the messy sight in front of him.

           Zuko’s fingers drew circles on my thigh, inching his way closer and closer to my soaked core. I bucked my hips, wanting so desperately to feel him against me, and Zuko hissed. He slammed his hips against mine, and my eyes rolled back, the head of his cock flawlessly hitting my clit. He crudely gripped my ass, making sure I stayed put between the wall and his body, rolling his hips in sync to the heavy beat.

           For a moment, I forgot that I was still sucking his fingers like a newborn, mouth dropping as I moaned blatantly. It feels so good, a slow and tantalizing tease.

           “Look at you; I haven’t even touched you.” Zuko chuckled, and I could feel my whole-body flush in embarrassment and lust. There was a visible wet spot on Zuko’s pants, and I could feel my heart beating faster. I was overwhelmed – torn between wanting to stop this and the need to have him fuck me senseless in the middle of this damn room.

           He pulled his fingers from my mouth, spit stringing from my lips, and it was then I realized what he was planning. My eyes widen, my mind screaming to stop this, but the moment his hand snuck its way up my dress, fingertips playfully running up my slit, I whimpered.

           “You can dance with as many guys as you want, love – but you feel this?” Zuko whistled, his fingers pushing aside the lacey fabric of my panties, freely caressing my slit. The sound of my slick against his prodding fingers was clear as day, and I blushed, “I’m the only one who can get you this fucking wet, baby – your body knows who it belongs to.”

           Not a second later, two digits entered me, and I swallowed back a scream of desire. My eyes rolled back, “Oh gosh, Zuko. Please-please, fuck me.”

           “You’re not getting fucked by me until you fucking learn. So, tell me, baby, who does this sweet cunt belong to?” Zuko hissed, pumping his fingers at an agonizingly slow pace. I could feel my eyes watering, bucking my hips to quicken his pace. I need more; I need more of Zuko right now.

           “That guy other there, or me? Do you think he can get you this fucking wet? Begging?”

           “N-no, I’m sorry. Please, Zuko. I need more.” I sobbed, the pleasure building up in my stomach like tight knots. I struggled to focus, Zuko curving his fingers, and hitting that sweet spot inside of me.

           “Someone isn’t so shy anymore, getting this fucking wet in public.”

           “Zuko, please. I-I-ahh~” I cried, his pace fastening. It was so much at once, my legs shaking as I fell into Zuko’s chest sobbing in bliss.

           “Please what, baby? You know the fucking rules, do I need to teach you how to beg, again?” Zuko warned, grunting in my ear as I drooled.

           “N-no, I’m so close, please.”

           “Aww, baby. You’re going to cum?” Zuko teased, his thumb brushing my clit, causing me to jolt. My walls clenched against his fingers, practically sucking him in as I moaned loudly into his shirt.

           “Y-yes, Zuko. I’m-I’m going to cum.”

           “That’s too fucking bad; only good girls get to cum.”

[frostsinth]

Deals with Demons - Pt. 2

Prologue | Part 1 | MasterList

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“A deal with a demon is not so easily broken by either party,” He assured me, “I cannot forge another until ours is complete. Until then,” He squeezed me against him, “I am yours to command.”

My breath caught in my throat, but I nodded curtly. I placed my palms on his chest and pushed myself back. “Fine. Then open the door.”

....

With a  flick of his hand, an interdimensional portal similar to the one I had first passed through split the air before us. My eyes widened at the effortlessness of his magic; it had taken nearly all the strength of our ten most senior members to open the one I had used the first time.

I glanced at him out of the corner of my eye, but otherwise did not hesitate to step through. He followed hardly a breath behind, ducking his great horned head to fit through the doorway.

We emerged in the ceremony room, with its high arched stone ceilings and windowless walls. I looked about cautiously, but it was empty. And dark, save for the light from Abhilash’s flickering flames. The door closed behind us on the altar, and I slowly stepped down from the raised platform to the stone floor.

“Ahh,” The demon sighed heavily, stretching and flicking his tail. “It feels good to be back on this plane.” I checked over my shoulder and saw him licking his lips. “So much…. opportunity.”

I didn’t feel like he wanted any particular response, so I turned my attention back to the room we had entered. I felt hot anger stir inside me as I looked about the abandoned chambers. The Mothers had sent me to what they had assumed would be my death. Then they simply left. Without a second thought; without any remorse. No prayer group or wake in gratitude for my sacrifice. No vigil. No sermon. Simply abandoned the room and sealed it shut. Hiding away their shame. And they would return only in another ten years, with the next sacrificial lamb for slaughter. Their tender words of comfort seemed like hollow lies now.

But had I ever expected them to be anything more?

I started to walk forward, towards the doorway, my bare feet slapping softly on the cool stones. I stopped suddenly at the sound, looking down at my naked form.

“Shit.” I swore silently, looking about again. But the room was completely empty.

“What troubles you, lamb?” Came Abhilash’s purring, rasping voice from behind me.

I turned to consider the demon, and found his huge form hardly dwarfed by the large chambers. I felt a short wave of shyness at the sight of him. At the memory of his touch, I felt my cheeks flush. Another small part of me was tickled to see him standing there, at the foot of the altar that had once led to his prison. I was eager to see the holy Mothers’ faces when they saw him.

I wasn’t nearly as eager to be seen as I was presently, and I sighed, running one hand through my hair and crossing the other over my chest. Quite the impression I would leave on the Sisters dressed only in what the gods had given me on the day of my birth.

“I left my robes behind,” I told him, “And can hardly skirt around the halls naked, looking for something to wear. That’s not the image I want to start with.”

He chuckled, stepping closer and tucking his large fingers under my chin. “Then put something on.” He said simply.

I stiffened at his touch, but looked up at him, frowning a little. Wondering just how much the demon remembered about the mortal realm. 

“What exactly am I supposed to put on? There’s nothing here.”

His grin split his lips slightly, showing a flash of his pearly white teeth beneath. “There is you,” He pointed out, “And your new power.” His thumb traced the point of my chin. “Remember, little lamb; you are limited only by your own imagination.”

My eyes must have widened slightly in surprise, because he chuckled again. I pushed his hand away, turning and looking about to hide my irritation. Trying to figure out exactly what his words meant. Only limited by my imagination? I knew no spells, had never used magic before. How did one even begin to pull something out of thin air?

His words echoing in my mind, I closed my eyes. I pictured a dress; a simple white dress, that draped loosely from my shoulders down to my ankles. I imagined what it would feel like, how it would brush my skin, how it would move when I moved.

There was a slight tingling sensation, and I could hear the rush of my blood in my ears. Followed by a soft whoosh like air passing through a window. When I opened my eyes and looked down… the dress I had seen in my mind’s eye now covered my body.

My mouth dropped open, then morphed into a huge smile. I touched the fabric, pinching it between my fingers. It was soft, and silky, just as I had imagined it. Dropping the hem, I brought my hands up, turning them over, studying them. They tingled as I stared at them. I hesitated, then focused again, imagining sparks dancing between my fingertips. Without delay, little zaps of electricity passed between my digits. I yelped, shaking my hands in surprise. Then I laughed, grinning like a fool.

“You are a natural,” Mused Abhilash, and when I turned back to look at him, he had a knowing smirk on his face. “Now, what else will you do with your newfound power?”

I looked back at my hands, thinking. Turning it over in my head. What would I do? There were so many possibilities! So many things I wanted. So many things once denied to me. But what first? I could hardly decide. I almost danced on my toes in eagerness.

In the distance, I heard the soft toll of the midnight bell. It jerked me away from my thoughts, and surprised me. I had left in the morning, before dawn’s light had hit the steeples. Had it really been almost a full day since I had been sent through the portal? But the sound of the bells also twanged a deep rooted anger inside me. It bubbled and boiled in my gut, steaming into a hatred and rage that threatened to consume me. I took one menacing step back towards the door, feeling my blood rushing in my ears again.

The Mother Superior! And all the other Mothers. How they had preened and prodded at me all my life. How they had tried to take my spirit and mold it to their will. They had caged me, berated and belittled me. Tried to force me into their beliefs, and their rules. Played games with my mind and emotions. And when that failed, resorted to more physical methods of reinforcement and punishment. They had kept me chained to this place for no reason other than their own selfish purposes. And when I had become too unruly? When it seemed they could not break me? They had orchestrated my conscription into the role of sacrificial maiden.

My anger at my mistreatment burned hot inside me, and I let it simmer through my veins. I felt the magic tingle at my fingertips, and looked down at them. Wondering how satisfying it would be to crush my oppressors between them.

The weight of a huge hand slipped over my shoulder, surprising me. But before I could react, the demon spun me to face him and bent down, pressing his lips against mine. My eyebrows shot up, but I didn’t move. He ran his hand over my jaw, burying it in my hair as he pressed into a deeper kiss. His touch burned, though not with heat. It was an odd sensation, and it sent sparks zipping underneath my skin. I felt an alien eagerness tickling at the edge of my senses; felt it pressing against my own consciousness like a thin tendril of smoke. I couldn’t quite comprehend it, but I knew it was there. Knew that it was not a part of me.

My vision spun, darkness tinging the edges, and I felt the same weightlessness I had before back in the dimensional pocket. My eyes closed of their own accord, and I surrendered to his touch, his long tongue burrowing into my mouth, his lips working eagerly against mine.

It only lasted for what felt like a few moments, but when he finally drew back, I had to blink stars from my eyes. I swayed slightly before I settled back onto the balls of my feet once more. As if remembering how to stand again. I blinked a few more times, then frowned, looking up at him.

“Apologies, lamb,” He said with a wicked grin, “Your rage… it was just too tempting to pass up.”

I pushed his hand away again. “You fed on me?”

“As I am wont to do,” he replied, still grinning, “You are at my beck and call, no?”

I shook my still swirling head, spinning around to put him at my back again. “Keep your end of the deal, and I’ll keep mine,” I muttered, and took a few purposeful steps towards the door to the chambers. His kiss had left me frazzled, and it took me a moment to regain my previous train of thought.  “...I have decided what I want first.”

“And what, praytell, is that?” He purred, following behind me.

I unlocked the door and shoved it open. “I want the Abbey.”

“The Abbey?” He echoed, still no more than a step behind me as I walked out into the hallway beyond the ceremonial chambers. “What do you want with it?”

The hallway was actually a long bridge, with stone railings on either side and a triangular roof overhead. It was worn, and in disrepair. After all, they only needed to access the chambers on the side of the peak once every ten years. I paused, looking down at the temple below. The Abbey was small, but grandiose, built from pale grey stones with dusty red clay shingles for its roofs. There was a main building, several stories high and rounded in the middle with a square base, and several smaller out buildings as well as pointed steeples for bell towers. There was more than the eye could see, as the temple was built into the cliff face, looking as if the mountain itself had begun to swallow it back up. A high stone wall was built around the outside of the small green courtyard, and there was only one narrow path that led to it from the outside world.

“I will make it my castle.” I told him, tapping one finger against the stone railing. “My personal home in the mountains, though-” I looked at him out of the corner of my eye “-There appears to be an infestation in my new house.”

He chuckled darkly, coming to stand directly behind me. There was barely enough space for air to pass between our bodies, and I felt myself quiver a little at the thought of his touch.

“My, that is unfortunate,” He hissed, and his tail flicked like a whip beside us. “Would you like me to take care of it, little lamb?”

“Don’t call me that.” I grumbled, tapping the railing again. Thinking. The bitterness in my chest gripped at my throat. “Bring me the Mothers. Especially the Mother Superior. The rest of the Sisters will be given a choice; worship and serve me, or meet their death.”

“Hmm. Sounds fun.” I could hear his grin in his rough voice. “And then what?”

I walked down the long hallway, lit solely by Abhilash’s fires, kicking aside loose stones with my bare feet. My anger bubbled in my chest again, and I gritted my teeth.

“Then I want to repaint this temple with their blood,” I breathed, “I want to hear their screams, I want them to beg me for mercy.”

“Will you grant it?” He purred eagerly into my ear, closer than I had thought he could possibly be.

I narrowed my eyes, glancing out over the railing again. “Did they ever grant it to me?”

His laughter echoed around us, peppering the otherwise still and silent night air with its wickedness.

“Your wish is my command.” The demon bowed low, his sharp teeth gnashing in excitement.

“I will be in the Inner Sanctum,” I told him, “Bring them there. Oh, and Abhilash?” I waited until he turned to look at me again. “...Make a show of it.”

I hadn’t thought it possible for his grin to grow wider, but it did. He licked his lips greedily and his beady black eyes seemed to glow. Once more, the demon bowed to me. Then turned, disappearing into a puff of black smoke.

As I was descending the stone walkway carved into the mountainside, I heard the screaming start. My own grin tasted positively wicked indeed.

...

I walked down the long center aisle of the Inner Sanctum, breathing deeply the familiar scent of incense burning on the large altar before the massive windows that took up the back wall. The screams from the rest of the Abbey were a distant echo here, but I could still enjoy them as I moved towards the altar. Moonlight filtered through the glass, settling the huge room into a silvery glow; the smoke from the incense making it seem almost mystical. Ethereal.

Lies. I thought to myself bitterly, glaring at the pews set up facing the raised, open faced pulpit. How many times had the Mother Superior stood atop there, preaching down to the huddled sisters? How many lives had she twisted with her words?

I came to stand at the foot of it, the golden altar behind and at its base glittering. I scowled, feeling a bubbling rage in my chest at the sight. My blood felt hot, and I raised up my hands before me. Perhaps it was my imagination, but I swore I could feel them pulsing in time with each beat of my heart. As if I could see my own blood moving beneath the skin. I suddenly recalled the flames Abhilash wore, and imagined such a fire from my own hands.

At first, it was just a flicker, but as I focused, it grew. And grew. Engulfing my hands and licking up my wrists. But it didn’t burn or sting. It felt nice, like a silk scarf skimming over my hands as a wind played through it. I grinned, watching it for a moment. Then I looked around.

The pew nearest me was the first victim, and it flew backwards a few feet from the force of the fireball, splintering and shattering into a million blazing pieces. I fired another at the pew on my other side, then swept my hands in a wave. Willing the rest of the wooden pews to be forced back from the center of the grand chamber with a loud, sickening crash. They snapped and burned at the edges, surrounding the stone passageways that lined the Sanctum. Throwing the huge stone pillars into a brilliant orange glow.

I considered that, then turned back to the golden altar and raised pulpit. I scowled deeper at it, and imagined an entirely different setting; a throne. A golden seat at the top of beautifully carved stairs of dark polished wood. I felt my blazing hands tingle, and flicked my wrist at the pulpit. The flames shot out, licking up and around the altar. Melting. Twisting. Deforming the images and idols there. Reforming it into the vision in my mind’s eye.

It wasn’t quite what I had imagined. Not quite so sleek, nor imposing as a grand throne for a King’s hall. But I found I liked the way the heat twisted and warped the wood and metals, creating instead a masterpiece out of jagged edges. I grinned at it, willing the flames to recede to its edges. They melted back obediently to my will, and I almost laughed out loud. My heart raced and my face was starting to hurt from how much I was smiling.

I decided I loved the way the new dais looked, raised slightly above the long center aisle. The gold seemed to melt off the edges like old candle wax, and the stairs were a little less polished and more charred. But I walked up them, considering the huge golden seat I had formed merely by the strength of my will. It seemed more like a bench, with almost no back to speak of, but still with grand arms formed from warped gold. Set before the huge windows behind it, bathed in the glow of the fires of the burning pews? Now that looked ethereal. Mighty. And frightening.

There was the sudden smell of sulfur amid the burning ash filling the room, and I turned to look down at the aisle behind me. Abhilash stood there, considering my handiwork, a wicked grin on his face.

He bowed deeply, his great horned head almost sweeping the floor. “I come bearing gifts.” He told me, and yanked a magical black iron chain that seemed to shed ash with each movement.

The women attached to the chains gasped, staggering forward. Some fell to their knees, others fell into each other. All were disheveled, mostly in sleeping gowns, with their hair in disarray and splatters of blood covering them. Their eyes were wide as they looked about, gasping and whispering prayers. A few even cried.

But my eyes fell on the center most woman, who’s long, tapered nose was wrinkled up to her brow. She too was in her nightgown, with soot and blood staining the white cloth. Her hair was clumped to one side, with wild strands shooting this way and that. Not her usually poised visage. When she saw me, her eyes widened in sudden recognition.

“YOU!” She snapped, then twisted in her chains. “How dare you! You wicked, wicked child!” She yanked at her chains again, and even took a step forward. “I should have thrown you out when I had the chance! Blasphemy! Sacrilege!”

I scowled, turning as gracefully as I could manage, and settled myself comfortably on the bench. I rolled my fingers on the cooling golden arm, letting my nails tap a quiet rhythm amid the crackling of the fires. Abhilash stood beside the gaggle, looking more than a little amused.

“Perhaps you should be nicer,” I began, crossing one knee over the top of the other, “to the person who decides your fate in this world.”

Her eyes went so wide I thought they might burst out of their sockets. She spun to the demon, pointing at me with one long finger. “Demon! I command you! Kill the girl! Take her as the sacrifice she was meant to be!”

Abhilash crossed his arms over his broad chest and gave her a wide, toothy grin. Her face went a little pale, and she spun back. Glaring at me with her brow knotted. Then she looked over her shoulder at the cowering Mothers.

“Take them!” She offered, turning back to the demon. “Take them as payment! Do what you wish with them, but honor your agreement with me, Demon!”

The Mothers screamed and wailed at the Superior’s words. Some cried out to her directly, some dropped to their knees in prayer. Some were simply dumbfounded to silence.

I traced the bumpy gold beneath my fingertips, smirking. “Unfortunately, Mother Superior,” I chimed in, my lips twitching as I resisted the urge to smile, “Your agreement was broken once the demon crossed over to this plane. Or should I say, your cage?”

She looked at me, then at him. His grin grew by a few more sharp teeth. Shaking her head, she stomped one foot angrily.

“No! You can not do this to me! I am a Prophet of the Gods! I am Their will on earth!”

I couldn’t help but laugh, so hard that I had to wipe a tear from the corner of my eye. “Perhaps you have been pretending for so long, Mother, that you have begun to believe your own lies.” I stood slowly, turning to address the rest of the women behind her. “Now you see!” I told them. “Now you see your Mother Superior for who she truly is. An impostor. A selfish old hag who plays with the same dark arts she preaches against. A hypocrite and a liar.”

“NO!” She shouted, and flung herself forward as if to strike me down. 

But Abhilash merely raised his hand and the chains tightened, jerking her back. She lost her balance and fell to her knees at the foot of the stairs. She glared up at me, teeth clenched.

“I have only done what I must! To save this world! To make it a better place for all within it!” She snarled. “You know naught what you do, child! Releasing this evil into the world!”

I looked down at her, my eyes narrowed. Anger was building in my chest again as she spit and spat her lies at me. Even at the very end, she sought to control me. Sought to force me beneath her heel like she had done so many others.

When she saw my face, saw the coldness icing my veins as I looked down at her, I saw her hesitate. She looked back over her shoulders at the Mothers. Then back up at me. Her jaw squared, and she straightened herself as best she could.

“What will you do with me, Theodosia?” She asked, her voice soft, “I, who took you in when no one else would. I, who fed and kept and dressed you? Who tried to instill faith in you so you would never be alone?”

“Who cast me as fodder for demons for daring to speak out against you.” I returned, tucking my hands together before me as if I were not a seething pit of hatred inside. But then I paused, cocking my head to the side. “I will do nothing to you.” I waited until her shoulder slumped a little in relief, then let a coy smile slip across my lips. “Nothing you have not done to me.”

Her eyes went wide again, and I saw her quivering slightly. Behind her, the other Mothers had fallen into a huddle. Clinging to each other. Whispering prayers and whimpering softly. I considered the Mother Superior, then turned to Abhilash.

“Are you hungry?” I asked him pointedly.

His sharp teeth split his face in two, and his long tongue lolled out. “I am always hungry.”

The Mothers squealed quietly, staggering backwards at his words. I had to admit, he looked quite intimidating. Towering over us all at nearly 8 feet tall, with his broad shoulders and head engulfed in flames. He tilted his great horned head to the side, blinking his four black eyes in succession. Sending the women into a twittering mess.

I turned back to the Mother Superior, looking down at her. “Then I shall bestow upon you the same honor you once gave me; you shall feed the demon who I have made my own deal with.”

Her face drained of blood, and she looked frantically around. She spun, reaching out towards the other Mothers.

“Help! Help me!” She begged, clasping her chained hands together.

They screamed and staggered backwards. Struggling to get as far away from the doomed woman as possible. I looked over to Abhilash, who glanced at me out of the corner of his eye. I nodded to him, and with a growl, he quickly prowled over to the foot of the stairs. The Mother Superior tried to run, but he caught her by one leg and easily hoisted her into the air. The screams of the other women became deafening, drowning out the Mother Superiors own pleas as the demon’s jaw unhinged. His flames seemed to grow, spreading down his arms and over his back. Up his spine and legs from the tip of his tail. Blazing like a bonfire. Licking up towards the high steepled ceiling. Blinding the room to his might. Spewing thick, lung choking black smoke.

But I was unaffected by the light and smoke. I had a perfect vision of him as his form warped and twisted, as his pointed teeth gnashed and his jaw widened. He managed to fit her down in one huge bite. Well, most of her.

His jaw snapped shut with a huge, audible crack like thunder. Blood splattered across the room as a few errant body parts dropped from his maw. The remaining Women screamed even louder, their throats ripping for the force of their shrieks. What little strength they had left fled them, and they became a quivering heap of sobs and cries on the floor. 

I stared at the mess on the ground, unsure what I felt at that moment. My rage had subsided at the sight of the carnage. But it didn’t make me feel quite as ill as perhaps it should have. Instead, I felt a strange numbness settling over me as the demon’s flames subsided back to their normal flickering core and his jaw slowly rehinged. He licked his long tongue in a circle around his face, smacking his lips together in delight.

“Do you not see!” Screeched one of the Mothers. I glanced over at her, still lost in myself. “Do you not see what you have done, child!” 

I recognized her as one of the Mothers who had coached me on my impending encounter prior to the ritual. I felt a scowl forming on my lips as she stood shakily, pointing one quivering finger at me.

“You must never make deals with demons! Your soul is lost! Your own suffering shall come on swift wings!” She dropped to her knees, wailing and shaking her head. “You have let evil into your soul, poor child! And your torment will be endless!” Her quivering gaze turned to Abhilash, and she began to shake from head to toe. “You cannot trust a demon! They speak nothing but lies! They cannot be bound to any mortal! You should have listened to us, Theodosia Greystorm! You should have not let yourself be tempted by sin!”

I didn’t answer for a moment, considering what to do with the remainder of the Mothers. Certainly something had to be done with them. But I found I couldn’t quite find the same pleasure at the idea of another such display. For the moment at least. I didn’t look at the demon as I slowly moved down the steps.

“Put them in your old cage.” I told him, my voice flat. “We will deal with them later… if they are still alive when I decide to do so.”

“As you wish.” He purred, and I saw him bowing his head slightly out of the corner of my eye.

...

UPDATE: Part Three is HERE

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flashspruce | ❝chirkut❞

HAPPY BIRTHDAY MF @smallcrystals

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— CHIRKUT is bengali for passing notes during class aka the mischievous shit we all do :)

Timber swallowed his lip, staring down at the paper on his desk. It was torn — from the back of his Science notebook — and half of it stuck out from the corner while the rest of the half was neatly tucked under the hard cover. It was small, blank and so ready to be smothered with a bunch of jumbled words that he'd have to cut out and go over again.

That's exactly what he's been doing for the past twelve minutes. Trying to process words. He was usually good with it — speaking was his specialty, so he was really smooth, but not now. Of course, not now. Not when he really needed to get his shit together and tie a few random words together.

He suppressed a groan, tapping the head of his pen over the desk, the noise almost inaudible yet as pestering as a ticking time bomb. He looked down, hand stilled over the surface, letting the pen slip through his fingers down to his lap. Silence. He blinked at the blue pen lying on his thigh.

The boy tilted his head, eyes trailing up to the person right in front of the guy next to him. His powerful brain sending him mixed singles.

Pause. Should I? He poked his tongue against the inside of his cheek. Well, at least he'd look at me.

Timber grinned, leaning in a bit and aiming his pen at an angle — definitely ignoring the skeptical look the guy next to him was shooting him every now and then — and oops.

It landed right where he needed it to be. 

Timber mentally prepared himself for the moment. He had it perfectly planned out (even though he usually didn't need to) — how he was gonna smile at him, tell him that he dropped the pen on purpose and swiftly sneak in a pick up line that no matter how cheesy it was, it'd definitely make his crush giggle. He was so ready to see his adorable pink cheeks and shoot him his signature charming smile and then—

He malfunctioned.

Flash turned around, that cozy glow around him never seeming to fade, eyes blue and pretty, cheeks soft and squishy, hair slightly messy from their PE session earlier this morning — nothing new. Just him stealing the Resident Tease's breath away.

For the third time today and they hadn't even reached lunch break.

Flash had initially turned to the student behind him — next to Timber — with the most delicate smile, "hey, did you drop something?" He reached out to the pen prior to gripping it between the gap of his fingers and waving it mid-air.

Fuck, he sounded pretty. Maybe, it's just the way his voice was as soft as jazz tunes. The top of his nose aglow as if someone had put a slight pinch of glitter on it. His hair was a radiant blue, just like his mesmerizing eyes. Blue, smooth, silky — Timber was dying to learn the hair routine — and irresistible to touch.

The guy cleared his throat, awkward in a way, "n—not really."

"Hm," the shorter boy's smile lightened, before he turned to Timber, "you?"

Timber's breath hitched as he bit on his lower lip, fiddling with his fingers. Wait, what was I gonna say— ?

"N—no." He blurted out.

Flash tilted his head to the side, eyes blinking twice, mouth pulling into an unintentional cute little pout, "huh? It's not yours? Then—" he was about to turn away.

"WAIT no, it is!" He instantly corrected himself, voice a little high pitched.

"Then, take it—"

"No, wait, I—" he cut himself off mid sentence, cheeks burning red, "uh, um."

Flash blinked twice, wetting his lips, "I'm really confused." 

God, God, GOD, what is wrong with you all of a sudden? He mentally slapped himself three times in the face, and physically pinched the fabric of his pants, holding in the will to cringe at what he just put himself through.

Timber lowered his head, pulling himself up and reaching out his hand to retrieve the item.

Flash chuckled, his eyes forming crescents underneath as he stretched out his body a bit to put down the pen on Timber's desk, brushing his hands against his.

The green haired boy blushed as the simple touch lingered on his pinkie finger, the feeling of butterfly kisses hugging his skin tight. Timber also noticed how small Flash's hands were for his jacket sleeves as the hem of the cloth extended to only a few centimetres under his knuckles. Ugh, cute.

Flash retracted his arm, tugging onto his sleeve and pulling it back to reveal his hand. He got back to writing whatever he was writing on his notepad, pausing for a moment to think before getting right back on it.

Timber muttered something under his breath. Today's failed attempt #7.

The last six weren't even this unnerving.

He wondered why he was at a loss for words every single time. He's seen Flash around. A lot, actually. Internally cried over how beautiful Sentry was and freaked out as well although he wouldn't openly admit it yet. But still, why is it that every time Timber tried to make the lead move on Flash, did his mind, body and flirting hacks give up on him? — he'd never know. He wasn't even this nervous around his last crush.

He was so sure his confidence wouldn't fail him.

And. . . well shit, he stupidly believed he'd wing it with this one.

He stole a glance at the corner of the classroom, choked, and instantly regretted it as he found twilight's eyes on him, a smirk on her face. She must've seen it.

Timber squeezed his eyes shut, puffed his cheeks out and wondered how he turned into such an A Class Dork around him—a fumbling mess even. He remembered being just as much infatuated with Twilight before they broke up, but Flash had a strange way of luring him in, considering they had barely shared a proper conversation before.

After all, it was his job doing the charming, not being charmed by a pretty boy doing the bare minimum.

Timber played with the edge of the paper he had torn previously, a little scruffy around the sides, and took a deep breath. Suddenly, an idea popped into his head. His eyes lit up at the thought. Maybe, this could work.

He sucked in his lip, concentrating on the blank piece of paper, before writing down the first thing that came to his mind. He let out an easy grin, feeling the little rush of courage surge through him.

He folded the paper into a tiny note, letting it rest on the table as he drew a itsy bitsy tiny — very miniscule — heart over the top.

Timber turned to the boy next to him, an innocent smile on display, as he whispered, "hey."

"I seriously have no idea what you've been up to for the past twenty minutes." Micro Chips let on, "or should I say, three hours because I've literally had every single class with you."

"Well then, you should know what I'm doing."

"Trust me, I've been trying." 

"Okay," Timber heaved a sigh, a little shy, as he passed the note to him, "here. To Flash Sentry please."

Micro blinked.

"Please?" Timber bit his lower lip, puppy dog eyes on show, to which Chips' eyebrows shot up.

Micro exhaled, doing as told. He tapped on his friend's shoulder and let out a cough to grab his attention. Flash had turned around for the second time, oblivious, while Micro slipped the paper into his palm, mouthing "for you" and then getting back to his work — work that didn't involve Timber's continuous attempts at trying to make a move on the guitarist.

Flash had already caught onto the hint but made sure not to assume anything just in case. He smiled amusingly, eyes twinkling at the cute heart that was impossible to go unnoticed, and opened the note.

He stared at the paper, baffled.

তুমি এত সুন্দর কেন? আমি তোমার জন্য পাগল হয়ে যাবো  T^T

— timber :)

Huh?

Timber hooked his chin over his clasped hands, a content smile on his face while he watched his crush squint at the paper in confusion. Flash turned to him, blinking twice. Timber giggled.

He got back the note.

What does that mean? :0

Ahh, he was so cute.

Timber folded it back, licking his lips before flying it back to his crush.

It is directly demanding you to sit in lunch with me. You in? :D (A lie, that's not what it meant).

Flash chuckled, sparing him one last glance before writing down his answer. Sure, I guess.

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[archangelgabriellives]

Let Me Convince You

For @easypeasybreezy‘s 500 follower challenge. I am so so sorry that am a week late with this! But I still wanted to get it to you and I hope that you thoroughly enjoy it. 

So here you go, 1700 words of pure Sabriel porn! PWP is so hard to write sometimes. 

The prompt was “We shouldn’t be doing this.”

Tags: sex in the Impala, Sams strong hands, Fully clothed sex

“We shouldn't be doing this.”

Sam’s fingers gripped tight, hands on the hips of the archangel looming over him. They kissed slowly, Sam lightly guiding Gabriel a little bit closer. The leather seats groaned as he shifted, knees digging into the fleshy meat of Sam’s thighs as Gabriel straddled him.

“Well, you're the one who dragged us in here,” Gabriel purred softly as he let Sam pull him deeper, their clothed cocks rolling together. They hissed together, denim and cotton scraping along sensitive flesh and sending sparks of pleasure through them.

“Doesn't mean Dean won't kill me for this.” 

Gabriel let his head roll back, a moan bubbling up in his throat as he felt Sam’s hands travel higher and higher, pushing his leather jacket apart and rucking up the thin t-shirt to run along the smooth skin beneath it. God he loved the feel of them. Strong yet soft, Sam always knew where to press, where to drag, where even the barest touch sent Gabriel higher than the pearly gates. To make Gabriel fall absolutely apart.

Taking his time exploring the newly exposed flesh, Sam leaned forward, the supple leather in Baby’s backseat noisily protesting the movement.  He kissed and licked his way to suck a nipple into his warm mouth, twirling his tongue and lightly scraping his teeth across the delicate nub. Gabriel whimpered, a soft noise lost beneath the sounds of wet kisses and the rustle of fabric echoing inside the cab of the classic car.

“Should have made you undress me before you pulled me in,” Gabriel panted, chest heaving and hips still rocking sensually. “I’ve got no room to move around in here.” 

Gabriel lifted a hand, ready to snap away his clothes before Sam caught him around the wrist.

“Don't worry, baby,” Sam mouthed against his chest. “I’ll take care of you.”

Gabriel hummed in enthusiastic approval, his hands finding their way into Sam’s hair, clutching and tugging as the two of them kissed again. For a few moments, they were lost in each other's greedy touches. Hands were roaming and grabbing as they continued to rut against each other, filling Baby’s cab with soft gasps and moans. 

“Come on, Sammy,” Gabriel goaded insistantly with a particularly harsh thrust of his hips. “Get those giant hands on the good stuff already.”

“Mmm, such an impatient angel.” 

With a sharp upcast of his own hips, Sam met Gabriel’s own thrust, sending the archangel keening back, mouth slack through his deep moan and his eyes pinched closed. Using the distraction, Sam’s nimble fingers effortlessly unbuttoned Gabriel’s jeans, reaching past denim to finally grasp his prize just inside. 

“Nughhh,” Gabriel gasped at the just past gentle pressure on his dick. “Sam. Your hands…” 

Sam expertly stroked Gabriel’s hard cock, the dry slide alleviated with a bit of graced up lube. 

“No underwear, hmm? Just can't help yourself, could you, angel?”

“Please, Sam,” Gabriel whined, trying desperately to shove his pants down as much as he could with his knees spread as far as they were. “I need more. Need you to touch me more.”

Sam lips pulled into a smirk, his eyes going a shade darker even in the dim light of the bunker’s hidden garage. “I’m all you’ll need, Gabriel.”

Hands gripped, twisted, wrenched, and in a split second the center stitch of Gabriel’s jeans had torn from the zipper all the way back to his ass. And Gabriel nearly collapsed. His shuddering moan sent an electric zing through Sam’s chest, fanned the already rolling flames into an inferno as the air in the car became laced with frantic energy. 

“Jesus Christ, Sam! Fuck me.” 

“Yes,” Sam hissed as he shoved the useless fabric out of his way. “Fuck yes.”

Still stroking Gabriel’s leaking cock, Sam opened his own button and zipper, taking out his rock hard dick and guided Gabriel closer so he could take them both in his giant grip, the lube still on Gabriel’s cock easing the slide. 

“I can't wait,” Sam whispered into the meat of Gabriel’s shoulder. The soft leather of Gabriel's jacket warmed with the puffs of Sam's breath, and it took no effort to turn his head to lay a quick nip on the sweat sweet skin of Gabriel's neck. "Use that magic of yours. Get ready for me."

Gabriel moaned, barely hearing the request as he clutched Sam close. He keened at each swipe of their cocks, the feel of warm flannel pressed under his fingers and hard planes of muscle below that. 

"Baby…"

Sam released them, pushed Gabriel back and gazed at the thoroughly debauched look on the face of his lover. He took his cock in his hand, guided it so the flushed head nudged against Gabriel's hole. 

"Don't wanna hurt you, Gabriel. Or me either," Sam muttered as he circled the head of his dick around the furled muscle. "Get yourself wet for me, baby." 

"Nnn...Yeah," Gabriel whispered, trying to press down on the glorious cock at his ass. "I-I got it, my love." 

There was no snap. None of the normal soundings to reveal when Gabriel had graced anything into existence. But as Sam moved his dick with small circles, skin already becoming sticky with slowly drying lube, he felt a cool moistness start to flow, fresh slick smearing with each pass of his cock. 

"Gabe," Sam groaned. "Fuck, that's so hot."

"Please, Sam. I need you. I'm begging you. Please fuck me."

A hand grabbed Gabriel's hip, fingers digging into the soft flesh hard enough to bruise, and slowly, so slowly, Sam ushered the head of his cock past the grace-loosed muscle. He held his breath, feeling the overwhelming tightness envelop him until the mushroom head of his dick popped passed inside. 

Twin moans punctured the heady silence as they held each other tightly, Gabriel burying his hands in Sam’s luscious hair and sharing heavy gasps between them. He kissed Sam, deep and sloppy, suddenly letting gravity take over and let himself drop hard into Sam’s lap, sheathing that gorgeous cock fully in his ass. 

Sam damn near screamed, bruising fingers clamping down hard enough for his fingernails to draw crescent moons of blood to the surface of Gabriel’s pale skin.

“Holy shit! Gabriel!” Sam grit out, teeth clenched and veins jumping in his neck. 

Gabriel only replied with a breathless chuckle, tongue caught between his teeth as he mercilessly ground his hips in a figure eight in Sam’s lap. “Nnmmm...Feels good, kiddo?” 

Sam answered with a strangled half moan, bucking up with tiny thrusts to match the grinding body driving him mad.

"Yeah, you feel good in me, Sam," Gabriel moaned with another swirl of his hips. "Ahh, so good." 

"F-Fuck…"

After a few more torturous swirls of his hips, Gabriel raised up higher on his knees, the slow crawl of Sam’s perfect dick skimming along his tight opening sending waves of charged pleasure up his spine. When he felt the slight tug of the head against his rim, Gabriel slammed down again, earning himself another thunderous cry from his lover below him. 

He repeated the motions, the easy lift and incredible crash of his ass on Sam’s muscular thighs, each time driving both of them a little closer to ecstasy. Until, finally, Gabriel was overtaken by it.

Gone were the slow, sensuous slides of skin, replaced with hard and fast motions that filled the cab with sharp, breathy moans and the slapping sound of skin against skin. With a hand fisted in Sam’s shirt and the other pressed to the ceiling, Gabriel rode Sam for all he was worth. His thighs burned, sweat soaked hair fell into his face. He felt Sam’s hands everywhere. 

“Shit. Shit. G-Gabriel…” Sam’s back bowed up, body tightening and head falling back against the headrest. “So good. ‘M almost there.” 

Deep within lust blown pupils, tiny pinpricks of gold sparkled to life. 

“I’m right there with you, my love.” The grace light in his eyes draped over his lover, illuminating Sam’s beautiful, pleasure wracked features. Gabriel leaned in closer, still bouncing furiously Sam’s lap, hands cradling his jaw and kissing the corner of Sam’s lips. “I want it,” he whispered. “Please, Sam, touch me. Touch me and I can come with you.”

Sam groaned, the sound cutting off into a whimper as Gabriel sank down, taking a moment to grind the cock in his ass a little deeper before he started his frantic pace again. His trembling fingers skimmed over fabric and skin to wrap around Gabriel’s neglected cock, grasping its silky, warm length and giving it a gentle squeeze. 

At the pace Gabriel was riding him, Sam couldn't concentrate enough to do more than give him a little extra pressure, an extra jolt of intensity when Gabriel flexed his flank and rose into the sweat slicked channel of his hand. But it was enough. For both of them. 

“Ahh! Sam, Sam, Saammmm…”

With that little extra touch, Gabriel was sent spiraling. His whole body locked up as he drove down on Sam’s cock one last time, ropes of white cum spurting up and soaking into the fabric of Sam’s shirt. Sam’s eyes rolled into the back of his head, jaw clenching at the feeling of his cock being choked by Gabriel’s ass. He came, his own release triggered as Gabriel worked himself dry, chest heaving as they writhed together. 

Languid kisses were exchanged as they came down from their high, bruising touches replaced with tender caresses. 

“Wow,” Sam whispered between kisses, still out of breath and pleasure drunk. “That was incredible.”

Gabriel chuckled and smiled lovingly at his thoroughly fucked-out lover. “Sure was, baby.” He distracted Sam with another kiss, raising his hips and letting the softening cock slip out of him. He grunted a bit, and with a snap of his fingers, cleaned up the sweat and cum from both their bodies and fixing his torn jeans. “I can't believe you ripped my pants like that. So, so hot, Sambo.” Gabriel kissed him again, a smile on both their lips. “But if a little ‘we might get caught’ car sex brings out the beast like that, I think we should pencil in another round sometime.”

Sam laughed, pulling his arms a little tighter around Gabriel’s back and hugging him closer. “Oh, yeah,” he chuckled through a kiss. “We should definitely do this more often.”

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The Balcony

The final one! This one is the lightest of the three by far. Hope you enjoy!

Beta'ed by Raven, mistakes are my own.

Harry Potter, Tom Riddle | Angst/Romance | 802 words

“Not wallowing in self-pity, are we?”

Yes. “No.”

Riddle's teeth glinted as he smiled, quickly, shallowly. “Of course not. You wouldn't.”

Boys kissing with a side of angst.

After rounds of handshaking and introductions, the evening air was a stark relief after the congestion inside. As typical as it may be for Slughorn's parties, Harry found himself tired of socialising past the first few rounds of “my condolences”.

He swirled his punch — spiked, implied by the fuzziness of his thoughts — and leaned on the rail.

Slughorn and the house-elves had outdone themselves, as usual. Vines wound between the bars, their white flowers stained with glowing gold, and silvery, draping fabric flittered in the gentlest of breezes. He thumbed the petals, catching dust on his fingertip. They were thick and silky in a way he'd only known rose petals to be.

Harry hadn't been looking forward to tonight, not after the news he'd received only a week ago. Sirius' death hadn't yet sunk in, and its unreality left him floating through his days in a haze. He wasn't ready to face it, not yet. He wasn’t ready to be alone.

“Potter.” He hadn't heard the door open or close. Yet Tom Riddle stood, backlit by the warm pixie glow, watching him with his arms crossed over his chest and his eyes narrowed. “Not wallowing in self-pity, are we?”

Yes. “No.”

Riddle's teeth glinted as he smiled, quickly, shallowly. “Of course not. You wouldn't.”

Harry had no time to think about what that meant; Riddle was right there suddenly, warm and real. It felt like waking from a dream.

The railing dug into his lower back yet he barely noticed, too focused on the lips against his, the slightest stubble catching on his chin, the hand in his hair and the thumb pressed into the narrow gap between his shirt and pants. It was too easy to respond in kind, to stand up on his toes, hook a leg around Riddle's hip and wrinkle his shirt at the sides.

Kissing Riddle was nothing like kissing Cho, Ginny, or Daphne; it was warm and slightly rough, and his stomach felt off and his fingers tingled. He was dizzy from want and need, even if he didn't know exactly what he wanted or needed.

Riddle's lips pulled away too soon and Harry whinged, high and bitten off. However, he didn't complain long; Riddle's long fingers dipped the slightest bit below his waistband, teasing his skin. Harry's eyes widened.

They couldn't, not here. But despite the risk, Harry's breathing grew heavier and heavier, almost loud enough to drown out the murmur voices inside. Anyone could look out right now, see Mr Perfect Prefect Tom Riddle with the Slytherin Quidditch captain on a balcony at a Slug Party. The curtains blocked the view from outside but not in; the only thing hiding them was the cover of night. Even that betrayed them tonight — the full moon illuminated everything without discrimination.

Riddle didn't slip his fingers deeper (Harry didn't know if he felt disappointed or relieved), and instead caught his lips again, pressing their bodies closer together with a smooth warm hand, branding the skin between Harry's shoulder blades. Harry’s hands slid eagerly into Riddle’s hair and then down onto his hips, feeling the shape of him under his palms. He wanted to put his hands everywhere at once (jealously wanted to be the only person to do it).

All he wanted was what he couldn’t have.

Riddle pulled away, leaving one last kiss on Harry’s desperate lips.

“We should return to Professor Slughorn's party. We wouldn't want anyone to miss us.” Riddle flicked his head and the hair Harry messed up fell perfectly into place once more. Surely it was magic. Riddle smiled — an ugly sort, because Riddle's nice smiles were lies — and stepped away, leaving Harry leaning against that uncomfortable railing trying to gather his scattered thoughts.

“Ahh, yeah. Give me a moment,” he said. Riddle nodded and slipped inside, blending seamlessly into the black, shapeless crowd, leaving Harry alone.

Those weird, fluttery feelings were back again, twisting up his stomach. The crush he had on Riddle needed to be nipped in the bud because Tom Riddle didn't do crushes or relationships or anything beyond sleeping around for information. Harry wondered what use he had; he wasn't super old money and the Potter family weren't particularly strong in politics. He stopped the train of thought abruptly after the idea of Riddle reciprocating bloomed in his head. He pushed off the railing with a frown and ripped at the inside of his cheek with his teeth.

Tom Riddle was infuriating and maybe Harry wanted to hold his hand sometimes—

Harry slapped the rail, grimacing at the sting and the residual ache in his palm, cradling it close to his chest.

Gods, that man was going to be the death of him, with his dark, emotionless eyes and charming, devilish words.

Maybe Harry wanted him to be.

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Twice x f! Reader

Nothing to possess

So this is my first writing and I hope you like it :D

Special thanks to my master and inspiration @ratmonky ❤

word count: 2376

Contains: NSFW, oral, paper bag

Do you know how it feels to hit rock bottom? To have nobody in your life who supports you and to have no shoulder to cry on. You’re alone and year to year you lose something til you have nothing left.

Jin Bubaigawara was the man who was already born without any luck. Trying to live on his own in this shitty society which doesn’t give a damn about him, he slipped further into misfortune. To the day he even lost his sanity. The only thing which kept him still going was the memory of that beautiful smile of a gorgeous person from his younger self. Though til the day you two graduated you never even once had spoken to each other and he was pretty sure that you haven’t even known he exists. What last was the image of you.

He could still remember that fateful day where he found your sleeping body alone in the nurse’s office at school two months before your graduation. He was so entranced by your beauty when you were asleep. 10 minutes he was just standing beside the bed and adored every part of you. Your little mouth that made cute sounds of breathing, pale skin with a touch of red on your round cheeks, silky hair that fell besides you on the fluffy pillow, your black thick eyelashes which always highlighted the beautiful color of your iris. He wanted to possess every part of it. He wanted to capture that beauty and keep it all to himself.

“Welcome back!” a cheerful voice which had no traces of worries in it greeted him happily as he came through the door. You rushed over to the man who just entered the rundown house which was close from falling apart. Even though it reeks of old moldy woods and was very far from comfortable it was still the only place where he could return to.

You gave him a tight hug and nuzzled your face against his broad chest. But there was no reaction from him to your affection of love. Well, it wasn’t really clear to you to read his mood with a paper bag over his head.

“I-” Jin began to speak, his voice lower due to the bag covering his face “I had a bad day” “It was a good day!”

“It’s alright” you looked up to him with that bright smile that keeps stuck in his mind. It was nothing new to you. Not even once in his life he has had a good day. But that’s the reason why you’re here. To make him feel just a little bit better after all that shit that happens to him.

With your hands you explore his chest, his strong arms, his abdomen. Your fingers brushed tenderly against his body, moving circles on his clothed skin which gave him goosebumps. One hand slid under his white shirt and traced his muscles on his stomach. Jin’s breath stocked as he concentrated on your touch.

The other hand went down to his pants and unbuckled his belt so that you could slide your hand underneath it. You stroked the bulge of his shorts, poke it with your finger and grabbed it with your small hand. A giggle left your mouth as you could feel how his member twitched underneath the fabric.

Then you knelt on the floor and put down his pants with his shorts. His member sprang out and slapped you on the left side of your cheek, leaving a stain of precum on it. You giggled and wrapped your tender fingers around his girth. Jin trembled from your touch. You smile got wider as you could feel how hard he already was and how much was leaking from the tip.

The man’s body stiffened as he could feel your wet tongue licking from the top to its base. The fact that he couldn’t see you, made his sense of feeling more intense and it made his cock harder than it already was. A grunting left his mouth as your soft lips wrapped around his head. You twirled your tongue around it, licking the salty precum off before you took the whole thing in your warm mouth. Jin’s body flinched as his member was pressed at the back of your throat. The wet and sloppy sounds of you sucking his dick and your gag sounds echoed through the room. With your fingers you played with his balls, squeezing them and your tongue working on his foreskin and twirled it around his girth.

Jin was overhelmed of the feeling and deep moans escaped his mouth. You knew how to use your mouth and tongue on him to make him feel good. That’s what he taught you after all and after some time you have gotten pretty good at this. He even showed you porns so that you know how it’s done properly.

“D-Damn…y-your blowjob skills are already perfect nghh~…there’s no need t-to improve them f-further ahh~” “They are awful!” he stuttered in between his moans of pleasure.

“Fhankf” you said with your mouth full of his dick, the vibration of your voice giving him shivers and sending him nearly over the edge.

Jin peered down through the small gap of the paper bag and saw your erotic face. Your lewd expression, how you enjoyed it sucking him off. This sight gave him the rest. With his hands he pressed your head down til there’s nothing left of his cock and cums with a groan deep in your mouth. The thick liquid of his, spurted out down your throat. His dick was still twitching inside as he came down from his orgasm, single splashes of cum still comming out of the tip.

When he was done, he loosened his grip on your head. You removed his still hard dick from your mouth, the rest cum which still remained inside was swallowed by you til nothing was left.

“Ah~ delicious” you said the thing which Jin always likes to hear after you gave him a bj and after swallowing his cum “But it’s still hard”

You gave his cock a few bumps. It always looked like a gigantic dick in your small hand even though he has an average size.

You got up from the ground and took Jin by his arm to lead him to the bed. There you sat down and looked up to his covered face. Jin could see your sitting body through the lower gap of the paper bag. You were in a female school uniform with a dark blue jacket, a red bow around your neck, a dark blue skirt which was rather short and black knee socks. It reminded him of his old days back at school. You didn’t wear anything under the jacket and he could see your cleavage from above. He tossed your white blouse which belonged to the uniform and your undergarments away because you didn’t need it anyways, after all it would take too long to strip you naked and he liked it better seeing you like this.

You smiled as you could feel his gaze checking out your body underneath the bag. Your hand wandered to the silver buttons of your jacket and you opened the first one on the top. The sight of you cleavage got bigger as you slowly worked down from button to button. Jin’s cock sprang higher as he enjoyed your little strip show.

After you slid the jacket in a seductive way off of you shoulders and gave him a view of your naked upper body with your bare breasts, you took his wrists and led his hands to your boobs. They fit perfectly in his big hands. They were not too small but also not too big, just the right size for a young woman. He fondled them first tenderly but eventually he couldn’t hold himself back, not when you’re making those cute moans. So he grabbed them more rougher and squeezed them which caused your nipples to get hard by his treatment. Your voice got louder as his touch on your sensitive nipples got harder, pinching them und putting them in between his fingers. You rubbed your legs together, already soaked and ready for his cock.

“Jin~ p-please~” after these words he stopped and removed his hands from your chest so that you can move into his favourite position.

You lay your upper body down on the bed and put your butt up in the air while you’re on your knees. The short skirt fell down to your stomach revealing your round ass and pink craving pussy to the man with the paper bag. Jin could see your shaking butt infront of him through the gap. He grabbed your butt cheeks, feeling your soft, cold skin. His member slid in between your thighs, rubbing it against your opening. Your vagina was already desperate to get fucked as he could feel her lips sucking on the base of his cock.

With one push he slid his full length inside you, reaching the back of your pussy. You screamed of pleasure feeling the sudden fullness in your belly. His cock always filled you up so well and your walls clenched around him, sucking him even deeper inside you. Jin groaned and started his rapidly movements, fucking you into the dirty mattress which had already stains of dryed cum, drool and sweat from your previous fucking sessions. Neither of you cared to clean it after all it will get dirty again and you’re only allowed to do what Jin expects from you.

“Ahh~ Jin! So good~ good~” you moaned, drool dripping from your mouth onto the sheet beneath you.

Jin gritted his teeth and his thrusts got more aggressive and deeper. He was disgusted from himself. He knew this wasn´t good for his mental health and would make it only worse. But how could he stop with this now? It was just too difficult for him. It´s like he’s…obsessed.

His fingers digged into your skin as he grabbed your hips harder. With his length he reached your sensitive parts of your insides. He knew where your good spots are. Even though Jin is a 30 year old grown man, he´s never had any sexual contacts with woman except you. Does that even count? You were his first time and the only thing where he could let out his sexual frustration and loneliness. He only had you in his life.

The thoughts of this made his movements rougher and you felt like he intended to rip you apart with his hard thrusts. You grabbed the sheets, trying to keep your butt up in the air. A loud moan escaped from your mouth as Jin hit that special spot. He penetrated that place with his tip of his cock, his girth stretching your small hole.

“Jin! I´m cumming~” you moaned of overhelming pleasure.

He also was almost at his end. Your walls clenched aroung his dick, sucking him deeper into your pussy. Jin groaned at this addictive feeling of your desperate vagina. He loved the sounds of your moans and skin on skin, how your juices flowed down your legs. It all turned him on and made him sick.

You screamed as you felt your orgasm. At the same time Jin made a few final thrusts before his white, thick cum splurted out in your insides. He stayed as deep as possible in your pussy so that every single drop of his sperm reached your womb. He breathed heavily as he pulled out of your soaked hole after nothing came out anymore.

Your body still shivered, trying to come down from your high with your tongue outside and drool dripping down from your mouth soaking the fabric underneath you. And again this uncomfortable feeling came up inside him. He never knew what exactly it was. Sadness? Almost, but that wasn´t really it. Anger? Maybe, but there would be more to it. Probably he felt pity for himself with another sour feeling. Jin put on his shorts with his pants and left the house, leaving you all fucked up on the bed as always.

It was like a daily routine of his after he had sex with you. Just taking a walk around the city trying to distract himself. He avoided the public spaces and stayed in the dark alleys so that nobody could look at him in a weird way. Maybe he really should stop with this sickening life.

“Thank you for your visit” he heard a cheerful voice right around the corner. It was familiar. He didn´t even notice that his feet led him to this place again. Maybe it was like that because he always came here after his “love making” with you.

For the first time in a while he took the paper bag off of his head and looked around the corner where he heard that beautiful voice just a second ago. And there you were. The real you. With longer hair, bigger boobs and more curves. More mature.

You were standing infront of the flower shop where you worked at. Greeting new customers with your memorable smile and taking care of all kinds of flowers, made Jin´s heart go wild. It was different compared to your younger clone. But there was a curse which bounded him to the fake you because he knew that he could never have the real one. He always thought to himself what would have happened to him if he didn´t caught your sleeping body in the nurse´s office. If he didn´t use the measuring tape that was on the writing desk of the nurse. Would he still be alive?

After he had cloned you it was very easy to manipulate your clone’s mind and emotions. After all it was just a marionette which he created for himself. And if it ever turned against him or would start to question its relationship with him he always destroyed it and made a new one.

From his pocket he pulled out a business card which he got from the man called Giran. Maybe it´s really time to make a change and to escape from the chains that kept him to his miserable feelings.

[mightyfineblog]

‘My Baby Does Me (Good)’

Summary: 70s Roger Taylor and Fem!Reader attend important for her work event, where his rockstar side shows, leading her to punish him once at home.

Warnings: alcohol, cigarettes, some angst leading to smut, degradation, sub!roger, denial, unprotected sex and I won’t spoil too much.

Words: 4.6k

I haven’t edited a single word, hope you guys don’t mind it too much.

So here it is. Enjoy:

“Why do we have to go?” Roger frowns at himself, messing his hair at the mirror in the bathroom.

“It will be fun.” You assure him from the bedroom.

“But I really don’t want to go. It’ll be so boring.” He desperately sighs, coming to the realisation his hair just won’t behave the way he wants it.

“It won’t, if you don’t make it.” You walk behind him.

“Besides.” You gently bring your hands around his waist pulling him close.

“I can’t miss the chance to show you off.” Your press harder against the fabric of his shirt. Feeling the silky material, you rub your palms around, above his belt.

“I thought I was the one to show off my sexy partner.” He meets your graze at the mirror.

You hum lifting yourself on your toes to reach his shoulder and press your lips firmly onto him. A few seconds later you pull away and settle on your bare heels again. Sneaking between the counter and Roger, you take a moment to look at him. His hair is long and shiny, freshly dyed a few days ago with these newly formed sideburns.  A silver silky shirt, nicely unbuttoned on top, just enough to show the few necklaces. You run your fingers along his neck, slowly down to his chest. Tangling your fingers in the jewellery hanging from his neck, you pull him in for a kiss.

A small peck on the corner of his mouth is enough for you to sense his discomfort of attending your important event.

Sighing you pull back, but your hand keeps a hold of his necklaces. You swallow loudly, waiting to see his reaction. His brows furrow a bit as he bites his lip. You tighten your grip, just enough to pull him closer. The tips of your noses rub together as you exhale against each other.

He leans in to give you a mouthful kiss. His hands fly to the small of your back and hips coming forward to pin you against the counter as he hovers over you.

“I thought. What if. Maybe. I can. Make you change your mind about going tonight?” he kisses softly on your neck. His hot breath giving you shivers, as his lips concentrate on your collarbone.

“Rog.” You whisper. Your hands bury in his messy hair, tugging on him lightly. Your body instinctively pushes closer, eager to feel his. As you lift his head up, you swallow hard and look him straight in the eye “I’m going, and you’re coming with me.”

He huffs and tries to work his puppy eyes magic trick on you. His baby blues grow wide as his eyelashes flare.

Your lips form a tiny smirk, as you cock your head to the side.

“I love you, but you can’t always win Taylor.” Your finger pokes his nose.

“So there’s absolutely no way I’d be able to convince you otherwise, is there?” his shoulders fall.

“Nope.” You slip from underneath him. “Since you’re dressed already, could you come over and help me choose some jewellery?”

He nods following you out of the bathroom, into your shared bedroom.

“How about the one you brought me after your first worldwide tour?” you point him the Empress gemstone necklace in the velvet box. “It’s always been very special to me.” You cup his cheek.

He smiles, while slipping the jewellery around your neck. Clasping the lock, his fingers linger over to your bare shoulders. He leans in, chin softly brushing the skin above your collarbone and whispers

“I love watching you like this.”

His lips nibble on your ear, as his other hand glides from your shoulder to your décolleté, tapping on each of the stones handing from your neck.

“How exactly Roger?” you gasp.

“Like this.” He motions you to look in the mirror in front of you.

“Naked with the jewellery I gave you.” He eyes your reflection up and down slowly.

Your lips curl into a smirk, as your hand reaches for his neck, burying your fingers on the back hairs, you keep him close.

“Tell me Roger, how do I look?”

“The most beautiful woman in the world. A goddess.” He bites on your shoulder making you arch your back, with a hiss along the way.

“You know I love hearing you talk?” you confide. “But that won’t make me change my mind.”

You turn around, wrapping your arms around his shoulder.

“Tonight is important for me.” Your eyes search for his.

He nods in defeat giving you a small kiss on the temple.

“So how about I wear your favourite dress tonight then?” you marvel around the wardrobe.

“I’d love that.” He sits, open legged at the edge of the bed, already giving you bedroom eyes.

You can see how smitten he looks at you and smile at yourself. It always makes you a bit uncomfortable, although you live together.

“Right. Come up.” Your hands gesturing him to come over.

“Help me out with the zip.” You chuckle.

“All done.” He gives you a small smack on the bum.

“Come on now, or we’ll be late.” Wave him off you.

“But you look so sexy my love.” He bites his lip as he spins you around in his arms.

“Listen Roger, we were supposed to leave 20 minutes ago.”

“Don’t worry baby, I’ll take you there fast. I’m a good driver. Plus, I have a fast car.” He smirks.

You roll your eyes and shake your head. Roger and his car. You never knew where that particular passion came from.

On the ride there, he can’t keep his hand off your knee. Occasionally giving you a little squeeze, or gently patting it. You feel the smirk forming on your lips.

Once you arrive at the destination, Roger hops off his seat, like a true gentleman and comes to open your door for you. Taking his hand, you slide off the car. After he closes your door, he hands the keys to the valet.

“Careful mate. Don’t wanna scratch it. I’d know.” He does the ‘I’m watching you’ gesture. The poor boy gulps and nods.

“If you bring her exactly the way she is, I’d give you generous tip.” He instructs the boy with a stern voice.

“Rog.” Pull his arm. “Rog. Roger!” you hiss through your teeth, pulling him in the restaurant.

“Whaat? I hate valets.” He ranted.

“I know, but keep it cool. And smile politely.” You wave to a group of colleagues smoking by the entrance.

As you entered the restaurant, you could feel their judging on your choice of boyfriend and his behaviour.

Pushing the thoughts aside, you shake your head and roam the place with Roger by your side to meet some co-workers.

“Hello Mr. Williams.” You ponder at a man at the bar.

“Oh hello dear, I didn’t see you.” The man turned around to give you a formal kiss on both cheeks.

That made Roger clear his throat to announce his presence.

“Sir, this is my boyfriend, Roger. Roger, this is Mr. Williams, my boss.” You gesture between the both of them.

“Nice to meet you Mr… ?” Roger makes a puzzled expression.

“Williams. Oh call me James.” He shakes his hand enthusiastically.

In this moment, you want the ground to open and swallow you whole.

“Brilliant, now that we’ve made acquaintances, shall we move to the tables?” your eyes hoping to break the tension between the two men.

“After you, my love.” Roger extends his arm, while gripping the other on your lower back.

Turning his back to the other man, he prompts you to walk forward.

“I’ll talk to you later Mr. Williams.” You turn over your shoulder to point out.

Once seated, you don’t notice the clenching in your jaw, until you actually feel the screeching in your teeth. Holding up the menu, you turn to your boyfriend to give him feisty look.

“What is wrong with you tonight?” you voice low.

“Don’t know what you talking about.” He nonchalantly looks at his own menu.

“Roger, this was my boss. You can’t act so childishly.” You scoff.

He takes a moment before giving away anything. Then licks his lips and ticks his tongue, turning his head your way.

“How do you expect me to act upon it?” he frowns, almost offended.

“Be a grown man!” you grunt.

“I can’t when he is around.” He holds his menu up to cover his face as well from the rest of the people on the table.

“What do you mean?” almost whisper.

“That guy. All he wants is to get in your panties.” He riles up.

“What? No. He’s like a thousand years old. What the hell Roger?” you give him disapproval.

“Baby, I love you. But this man. I can tell.” He nods. You sigh and shake your head.

“Let’s order now. We’ll talk about this later. In private.” You put down your menu, meeting everybody’s stares. Politely smiling you lift your head up.

“I’d like to have the Norfolk Crab.” You give the waitress a soft look.

For the next hour or so, you felt Roger’s hungry eyes on you at all times. Remembering you were wearing the deep slit dress, you cross your legs from side to side a few times. Angry at Roger, you decide to give him some hard time too. As he tries to reach for your knee you slide his hand off you.

“No babe.” You pout your lips to him.

“But…”

“Nah-ah.” You utter.

After a while, he tries again. This time going straight for your thigh. His hand expertly sneaks right between your legs. Fingers moving slowly between the warm skin of where your legs are crossed.

“I thought I made myself clear.” You lean to his neck. He hums and smirks proudly.

“I can’t have all those guys you work with giving you hungry looks.”

You uncross your legs and slide his hand away.

“Excuse me.” You stand up and waltz to the bar. Roger’s eyes locked on your arse all the way down.

On your way back, as you carry two glasses of scotch, you see a clearly disturbing image in front of you. Frowning, you lift a brow and step heavily than the usual to the table.

“I see you’ve already met MRS. Becker.” You turn your head to Roger as you lean between the two of them to place the glasses on the table.

“Ahh, lovely! I wondered where you were. Haven’t seen you all night!” the woman stands off your chair to give you a hug.

“Nice to see you too.” You give each other fake kiss on the cheek.

“Your boyfriend is such a charmer. How you’ve hidden him all this time?” she girlishly laughs tapping your shoulder.

Moving your shoulder away, you give her a straight face.

“How’s life? Your husband, the kids?” underlining the last two.

“Oh you know. It’s perfect in heaven.” She giggles.

“It was nice to see you Mrs. Becker.” You slide past her and sit on your chair, taking Roger’s hand in your fist.

“I’ll catch you later. Bye Roger.” She gives him the ultimate ‘I’d suck your cock in the bathroom later’look. His graze follows after her. You see and give him a light squeeze on the neck, if you weren’t at such a formal event, you would’ve giving him a good slap in the cheek, but you have to keep it professional. He shakes from his daydream and looks at you.

“Let’s go for a smoke, before dessert, shall we?” you state, rather than ask him.

“After you baby.” He stands up.

Grabbing your coat not waiting him to follow, you storm off straight outside. Passing by Mr. Williams and Mrs. Becker’s table you can’t be thinking about them at this moment.

Furiously, you get your cigarette out and put it between your lips in one swift move. Struggling to find a lighter you swear under your nose.

“There.” A lighter comes to you. You inhale, but don’t say a word.

“What is going on with you?” you exhale the dim smoke out your lungs.

“Don’t know what happened. You went to get drinks and next thing I know. This woman just appeared from nowhere. I swear.” Roger tries to explain the situation.

“I didn’t talk that much with her. I just introduced myself.” He continues, as he lights a cigarette himself.

“And you were drooling after her.” You point out with the smoke between your middle and index finger. “That, you did on purpose.” You conclude, diverting your eyes.

“I’m sorry, baby. You know I love you and I only have eyes for you.” He steps before you.

“I said, I love you.” His thumb lifts your chin up.

“I love you too.” You exhale smoke in his face. Your hand glides up to his neck and pulls him close for a kiss. The taste of cigarettes and scotch is a certain thing that always does something to you.

“But you are going pay for your little stunts tonight boy.” You move to hover your lips over his ear. Throwing the cigarette on the ground you stop your foot toughly on it.

After dessert and some more scotch, everything seems to be going just fine. Although, a few things are still keeping your mind occupied. Thoughts of how you would make Roger get what he deserves. The ideas are that arousing, you don’t notice you’re biting your lip.

“You okay?” Roger lifts a brow at you.

“More than okay. Time to go home.” You place your palm over his.

On the ride home, you can’t keep the evil grin off your face. Roger notices and asks what’s n your mind, but you don’t give him a straight answer.

Once back the flat, you reach to take your shoes off, but just when you took one off, an idea stopped you. Something was telling you that teasing Roger with the very same outfit would be so much fun.

You follow him to the kitchen and pin him to the counter. He cocks his head to the side and parts his lips a little. You brush your thumb over his bottom lip, while the rest of your fingers grip on his jaw.

“Did you really think I’d let you get away with this so easily?” you affirm.

“W-what exactly?” his voice instantly turned soft.

“Pretty” you tuck some hair behind his ear  “don’t act like you don’t know.” Your hand moves to his neck, pinching lightly on the back. Nuzzling your nose in the crook of his neck you inhale his smell. Closing your eyes you savour the moment, only to have it ruined by Roger’s hands roaming up your sides.

“No.” you quietly state. “You don’t get to touch me, for now.” You grab his wrists bringing them to each side, pinning them to the counter. Lifting yourself on your toes, you reach for his lips. They’re dried out from the cigarettes and the alcohol. The ridge in them is enough to have you moaning, but you push your instinct away. Deciding to not give him the pleasure, you act like you aren’t aroused at all.

“Mmm, baby.” Roger murmurs.

“Shhh” you kiss him deeper, dominating the kiss. He fights you at first, but eventually gives in. You hum and smirk against his lips at your small victory. Moving your mouth to the corners of his lips, you linger down to his jaw, until you reach his sweet spot. He breaths out the air he was holding into a cute throaty moan. The vibrations resonating against your lips. You swirl your tongue and suck harder on him. The pure fact of having him at your mercy is enough to get you high on him. So you hollow your cheeks and continue sucking down his neck, until you reach jus collarbone. There you take a moment for air. Unpinning his arms, you trace your fingers over your fresh handiwork.

“Ouch.” He shrugs “It’s so sensitive.”

“Sorry babe, won’t get too carried away. But you have to tell me, okay? You have to use your words, if it gets too much.” You look him dead in the eyes.

He hesitantly nods.

“I need to hear you say it Roger.” You cup his cheek.

“Yes. Of course.” He turns his head to kiss on the inside of your palm. Nuzzling his face in your small hand he keeping placing kisses there. You moan at the tingling feeling on your soft skin.

Swiftly moving your hand, you take up the task to unbutton his silver silky shirt all the way down. While doing so you notice his hands are on fists on each side of him, barely keeping them still.

Leaning over his ear you whisper

“Let’s go to bed.”

You take his hand lead him to the bedroom. Pushing his shoulders, you force him to sit down at the edge of the bed. Stepping away you take a moment to admire his existence, messy har, unbuttoned shirt, sweaty chest and oh his growing bulge.

“Baby.” He cocks his head to the side.

You lick you lips, but suddenly you remember all the stupid things he did tonight.

“Don’t you, ‘baby’ me.” Your melodic voice fills the room.

Coming slowly forward, you situate between his legs. Still standing up you let your hands wander around his neck, shoulders and body.

“You’re so pretty like this. All gleaming for me.” You murmur as you pull his knees together and take a seat on his lap. Grinding with slow circles against his growing bulge you take it easy.

Burying a hand at the back of his head, while the other holds his necklaces in a fist, you kiss him. And kiss him again and again. Deepening the kiss your tongue plays with his directing it. You savour each last bit of cigarettes and scotch left in his mouth. You keep your little torture on him for little longer, until he is moaning. His hips bucking up trying to get more friction where he needs it the most. His hands impatiently pushing your bum down onto him.

“Rog.” You murmur against his lips.

“Roger.” You pull away, stopping all movements.

“Oh princess please, please.” He whines.

“What do you want Rog?” you coo, pushing some sweaty hairs off his temple.

“I want you babydoll.” He tries to steal a kiss, but your index fingers stops him inches from your lips.

“You do?” you coo again cocking your head to the side.

“So bad.” He whimpers.

“Hmm…” you mimic a thinking face. “Ain’t fair.”

You stand up before he could protest. And push him to lay flat on his back on the mattress. Straddling him again, this time you move up onto his stomach, just to tease him. His hands grab your hips, rolling your dress up.

“Hands down.” You pin his hands to each side of his body.

“You’ve been such a naughty boy tonight, Roger.” You gently start to rock back and forth onto his stomach.

“So I’m going to punish you. I’ll edge you and deny you all night.” You lean to murmur inches from his face. Studying his eyes along you sentences, you notice them getting darker and full of lust. He lets out a louder whimper than the one before.

“Uh-uh. No cheating.” You stop your movements to unpin his wrists, only to finish unbuttoning his shirt. Exposing his sweaty chest and small tummy, you start to rock again. Humping his stomach, you close your eyes, focusing on your pleasure. He lets a small moan, when soon after he feels your wet knickers in his bare skin.

“Baby, you’re so wet.” He breaths out.

“Mmm Roger.” You moan his name, as you take his hands, putting them over your breasts. Guiding his palms to rub over your hardened nipples, you thank god for not wearing a bra tonight.

“Baby, this feels good.” You toss your head back, “Pinch them and roll them between your fingers.” You order him, starting to feel the heat between your legs, as your hands move back to his hips to steady yourself. He complies, as you focus all on yourself. Your dripping wetness goes a little further with each movement of your hips, and you can hear him whinnying to touch you.

“No Rog.” You move to lay closer to his chest. “You don’t get to touch me yet.” You pull him for a sloppy kiss by his necklaces.

“But, baby” he whines.

“You aren’t getting more until I’ve came at least once, you hear me?” You tighten the grip, forcing the necklaces to tighten around his skin.

He gulps and nods.

“That’s right” you let him fall on his back. Steadying yourself on his chest, you continue riding him just above where he needs you to do so. You moan sweetly as you speed up the pace. With one hand on his chest, you other hand slide down the strap of your dress, revealing your chest in half. Your breasts bounce up and down with the rhythm of your body when you take one in hand to pinch yourself, making bite his lips to hold his moans. The picture of you getting yourself off on top of him is burning through his vision.

Your moans get louder as you speed up and breathing heavier.

“Ah. Shit. Baby! I’m so close.” You mouth as you indulge in chasing your high.

“Are you going to do it again Roger?! Hm? Are. You. Going. To. Humiliate. Me. Infront. Of. My. Boss?” you struggle to speak.

“No, baby, no. Won’t happen again I promise.” He whines in unison with you. It is all you need to hear to push you over the edge of your orgasm. Exploding, you tremble, struggling to make another move you fall onto his chest. Breathing heavily, you bury your face in his neck.

“My pretty doll.” He strokes your head, moving your sweaty baby hairs off your temple.

After a few more moments you pull yourself together and turn to give him a kiss. Angry, lustful, dominating kiss.

“Did you think I was done with you?” your lift a brow at him.

“Oh dear Lord, please. Baby, please, please.” He pleads.

“On your knees.” You command as you roll over to the edge of the bed. He quickly rolls to the other side of the bed and skips to you. You spread your legs far apart, as a smirk appears on your face.

“You want to come?” you coo. He nods eagerly.

“Then beg for it.” You place your hands on your thighs.

“Show me what that pretty little mouth of yours can do, and I’ll let you come.” You reach to grab a hold of his huge bulge, so sensitive already he jumps back a little. You let a small chuckle, which turns into a wide grin.

“Come on now, earn it.” You lay comfortably back with your legs wide open. He comes forward and steps between them.

“May I undress you first?’ his voice is low and soft. You nod in approval.

He comes on his knee beside you. Lifting your dress up in one swift move, he leaves you only with your gemstone jewellery.

“Leave those.” You place a hand over your necklace. He smirks devilishly and situates on the floor between your hips.

His fingers gently brush over your thighs a few times feeling your hot skin, before his head comes forward and his lips start placing small kisses from your knee up. He starts gently but as he reaches to you dripping core, he starts squeezing and biting harder, making sure to leave marks at every spot.

“Roger, your tongue!” you protest.

His fingers slide off your wet soaked knickers off, tossing them behind his back. Roger’s tongue comes to give your glistening heat a hot and long swipe though your folds. You release the air you held for god know how long. He does that a few more times, feeling your clit throb against the ridges of his tongue. You sweet moans making him ever hornier than he already is. As his lips close to such on your sensitive bud.

“Fuck, Roger. Two fingers, now!” you order him, as your hands bury in his hair, keeping him close.

“Already?”

“Just. Fucking. Do. It.” you grunt.

“On your orders ma’am.” He easily glides in two digits between your folds.

“Aah.” You exhale.

He curls them upwards in a come here motion, knowing very well he’s touching the spot. Keeping a steady rhythm, he takes you almost too quickly to your high again.

“Roger! If you ever flirt again with another woman” your words are cut off by the orgasmic feeling. Your eyes flutter shut, as your hands dig further into his hair. Your back arches from the stimulation. The amazing feeling of sweet release from build up angst and hormones.

He pulls away when you start to get too sensitive from your second orgasm. Then you glance up to find him smirking proudly with your squirt all over his mouth, chin and neck.

“Come here.” You pull him for a kiss, tasting yourself, making you moan.

“Get undressed. I’m going to fuck you now.” Look him square in the eyes, only to meet his, gleaming in anticipation wide pupils.

He quikly does so and lays on the bed. You hum and smirk as your hand touches his sensitive hard. He lets a small grunt at the feeling of your hand onto him. Your thumb smears around his pre cum, making him nice and wet. Pumping him a few times, he is a whiny mess underneath your touch.

“Hold on Roger. I’m about to fuck you. And I need your cum inside of me, not all over my hand.” Your other hand massages his chest, paying attention to his nipples.

“Fuck baby. I’m not going to last, it’s been long, I” you cut his words off as you turn your back to him and keeping him in your hand you slide onto him with an ease. Both grunting at the feeling of each other you sit still for a minute. His hand reaches to stroke your back, from your neck down your spine, all the way to your arse. You start bouncing up and down onto him, as you both can’t find your words. Your moans and skin slapping against each other filling the room.

“Fuck, I’m coming.” He grunts, digging his nails into your bum, as you feel your thirds orgasm coming.

“Me too.” You whine.

You feel him throb inside of you, shooting his mess all over, painting your walls, as your orgasm hits too, you clench around him. You keep riding out your orgasms, his mess spreading all over his length. It drips from your hole, when he’s finally soft.

Crawling up to him, you snuggle under his arm. Both sweaty, dirty and spent you cuddle with him.

“That was amazing.” You turn your head to him. “You’ve made me come 3 times tonight.” You realise.

“Maybe I should humiliate you in public more often then?” he lifts a suggestive tone.

“Don’t you dare, or else.” You wave your index finger at him. “We should shower and change the sheets.” You look around.

“We should. But who said, only you get to come more than once tonight?”

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