#there's too much pelvic action here look away

[whatever-imagines]

butch wolverine smut with pussy eating + musk? pretty please 🙏

Feral

Rated: E for explicit

Tags: whelp; here’s one of the filthiest things I’ve written.

Reader is afab; smut, not proofread we die like so many of the x-men

—-

You’ve been gone for a mission for four days, and Logan’s practically crawling the walls. The anxiety eats at her; it’s been so long since she’s let anyone near her emotionally, now that she has you, you give her all sorts of heart-attacks.

Was she like this before? Before she lost her memories 16 years ago? Always so worried about loved ones? (Did she have loved ones to worry over?)

When Scott finally told her that the recon team had returned safely, Logan all but marched to the hanger, eager to see you alive and in one piece.

She smells you before she sees you; you but slightly different. Headier, muskier.

You come off the jet looking tired and annoyed. Hair unkempt and face slightly sheened from the oil of your skin.

Logan’s been on a few recon missions. Especially on the jet, there’s no proper way to wash yourself, and since most of the cabin is full of supplies, there’s no space to bring extra clothes, and it’s encouraged to stay in uniform the whole time in case you need to spring into action.

So, Logan deduced that you haven’t washed or changed clothes in four days.

And you smell sooooooo good.

You smile weakly at her, and Logan attempt a normal looking smile back, trying not to look as strained or aroused as she felt.

“Hey.” You greet lightly, coming closer, opening your arms for a hug.

Logan’s smile turned tight as she allowed you into her space. “Hey, princess.” She says in a loving, almost sarcastic way, trying very hard to seem nonchalant.

You pull away from her embrace with a questioning look. “You okay?” You ask quietly, as not to alert the others. They were thrumming around you, Storm complaining about needing a shower and Scott making some leader-like comment.

You were always so thoughtful like that; it made Logan near feral with want.

The Wolverine leans down, and places a kiss at the top of your uniform’s collar, taking in a deep whiff of your scent.

“My room.” She growls out lowly, a single hand playing with your fingers.

You sigh, “Lo, I haven’t showered in four days, I’m foul right now.” You try to explain.

All Logan does is tunnel vision stares you down, mouth tight and she’s almost shaking with how badly she’s restraining herself.

Sighing clicks in you head and you sigh again. “Oh, you would, wouldn’t you. Wild woman.” You chastise teasingly. “Can I at lease get out of uniform?”

“You have 15 minutes to be on my bed.”

You level her with an irked eyebrow.

“Please.” Logan tacks on with a whine.

You smile victoriously. “I’ll be there in ten as soon as you let me go.”

Logan is suddenly very aware that she was gripping your biceps in a desperate tightness, and slaps her hands down to her thighs once she comes too.

—-

Her nose bumps your clit for the nth time so far, and for the nth time, Logan inhales deeply.

You made it to her room in 8 minutes, excitedly changing into a loose shirt that probably was Logan’s at some point but was now yours, and lounge pants. As soon as you crossed the threshold of Logan’s room, without much fanfare, she pinched the fabric against your thighs and pantsed you. You reflexively doubled over to try and cover yourself but all Logan did was use your position as an opportunity to scoop you up over her shoulder and dumped you on her unmade bed.

She spend about two minutes with her face in your neck, licking and sucking in bruises, her hands rubbing you up and down along your sides, making you gasp and giggle. She hardly spoke a word, opting to growl aloud instead.

Slowly she made her way down your body, still licking, still nipping at your skin, pushing your/her shirt up to your collar bone; rubbing in her salvia into your neck, your ribs, your stomach and pelvic bone, at some point backing off the bed to kneel on the floor, drawing you towards her.

She bullied your thighs over her shoulders and stared you down, unblinkingly, as she licked your core, tongue broad and hot.

You relented, throwing your head back and moaning.

Now you were here, almost to the point of tears due to Logan’s ministrations.

Her hands were so warm, holding your legs open, blunt fingernails digging into the meat of your thighs. Her quick and clever tongue continuously bringing you to the brink before backing off, making you whine and moan in ecstasy and displeasure in spades.

She was sniffing you a lot, breaking away frequently to smell the juncture of her leg and hip, the divot behind your knee, even going as so far to lean up entirely, one hand coming down to rub at your sex so she could dart forward and smell your armpit.

You almost laugh, could have if you weren’t gasping for air at the ferocity that Logan was eating out with moments later.

Logan’s tongue lapped at your hole, her thumb swiping at your bumble of nerves harshly before she moves up minutely to suck at your clit.

You beg, “Please, please lemme cum now, please!”

With you still in her mouth, Logan hums deeply, the vibrations making you clench around nothing and you sob.

Logan continues to suck and hum, growling into you, when the blunt, wide tip of het thumb breaches you ever so slightly, pushing you over the edge.

You mouth went slack and you squeeze your eyes shut until the buzz in your body resembled less of an angry hornets hive and more of a cellphone on silent.

As you catch your breath, Logan stands from her position from the floor, finally shucking off her pants and shirt.

Bitch didn’t even get undressed before wrecking you.

“Fuck you.” You gasp; grabbing at her.

Logan chuckles and kneels on the bed, leaning down until she’s on top of you, the weight familiar and crushing.

“Sorry, lost my cool there for a minute.” She says, finally about her wits. She licks your neck again, making you whimper.

Logan rolls off you with a satisfied sigh, the fingers still covered in her spit and your slick come up to rub at the area she just licked.

“What about you?” You couldn’t help but ask. For as selfish Logan tries to seem, she really was quite the giver.

“I’m giving you a minute to catch your breath, princess.” She smiles, once again feral and wild. She leans into your ear, a hand coming to you with the hem of the shirt you had sweated through. “I dunno what I like more…” she growls. “You smelling like that or you wearing my shit.”

You exhale heavily. It was gonna be a long day.

[alishawhittam]

ME/CFS Myalgic Encephalomyelitis Symptoms

Over the past few weeks I have had a difficult time with my illness here is my real-life description of Myalgic Encephalomyelitis symptoms. The pain takes over the whole of my body every single muscle feels like it is screaming in pain with me, and every part feels like it is working against me. Laying on my left side always seems to be the least painful, I must stress that again it is the least painful but every single part of my body still hurts. A medical professional always asks you to give them a score from 1 -10, 1 being the least pain and 10 being the worst pain you have ever experienced, laying on my side brings the pain to a 7.

When I get like this every function hurts, I can't talk noise hurts me physically, and light causes immense pain so my life is spent in a dark room with no sound. The ability to even think seems mismatched, and I cannot think straight. It sounds awful to say but I know how much pain it will take to go the bathroom so I will hold in going for a number 1 for the longest time, this itself will cause additional problems as your body doesn't function well if you hold your urine for such a long time. I can't eat at times like this as the pain leaves me with no appetite but even if I do feel hungry lifting a fork or my arms going up to my mouth is too much pain so I have to rest in between bites as your jaw aches or bringing your food to your mouth becomes too much, it's like a disconnect from your brain to your arm you want your body to do the action but it doesn't happen your arm feels like it gets heavier.

Not eating or drinking leaves your mouth dry which is never a nice feeling or a pleasant taste so I try to position my drinking bottle so I can keep my straw in my mouth leaving me to take in water when I feel able to. I learnt very early on that I needed to use a bottle or cup with a lid as I would spill drink over me or drop cups to the floor. Unfortunately, I do still drop things a lot and the laminate flooring at the side of my bed looks awful.

Medication

I have to take medication every day to help manage my pain. In the mornings I take 40mg of Zomorph this is a slow-release capsule and I take this twice a day 12 hours apart. On top of Zomorph I take Gabapentin, Mefenamic Acid and Propranolol, the Gabapentin helps manage the pain and the propranolol helps me manage my anxiety. At lunchtime, I take Gabapentin, Mefenamic Acid and Propranolol again. On top of my pain medication, I take Omeprazole as I suffer from severe acid reflux. Evenings I take Zomorph 40 mg Mefenamic Acid, Gabapentin, and Propranolol again but we add Amitryipline, Duloxetine and Hydroxyzine. These tablets help me get to sleep and in most cases stay asleep as I can get very itchy with extremely severe hip and pelvic pain, being itchy and not having the ability to itch is torture within itself but when I am really bad I just do not have enough energy to scratch, I do have an extremely large scratching tool which is useful at times but a lot of the time I use controlled breathing and the power of my mind, sounds silly but it helps. I must stress that this does not take the itch away but focusing my mind to stop me scratching the itch can work for me. I also have Oramorph for breakthrough pain.

One thing I learnt early with this illness is to try to do the minimum on regular tasks so I can conserve energy for things I enjoy doing, this could be watching tv with Graham when he gets home from work or giving Alfie a butt scratch which makes his little tail wag with happiness. One of the first things I bought was walking sticks when I was first diagnosed I found walking extremely tiring so using a stick helped me maintain a little energy as the sticks helped keep me upright. As this later led to using crutches and then buying a wheelchair I was still able to spend time with my family. I felt self-conscious and worried about other people's options in the beginning, learn from my mistake please don't ever be afraid of investing in something that will make a difference in your life if it helps you then it doesn't matter what anyone else thinks.

Technology

Using crutches or a wheelchair within my home meant I needed to make changes in doing the simplest things like putting on the lights as using crutches within your home needs light to see where you are going as a crutch slipping on something wet could mean a fall which is the last thing you want. So I invested in Philips Hue lights within our hall lamp downstairs and on the lamp in the hall outside our bedroom as well as our bedside lights. So with the help of Siri on my phone or Alexa throughout the house, I can now turn on our lights using my voice. I can also set the lights to come on at a certain time or sunset, this helps with security too as this is something that worries me a lot. Our central heating and water control was in the kitchen when I got ill so if I was home alone I would have to go downstairs to put on hot water for a shower or to turn on our heating. So we had the Nest system fitted so now I can control the heating or water on my phone or use Alexa or Siri voice control. Upgrading technology at home made a huge difference to me mentally as it has helped me stay independent even if it is just to turn a light on myself. It may not seem a lot to many but repetitive actions like putting on a light or turning it off when you leave a room means stretching from my chair or having to balance one crutch if I am using my crutches using technology means that I can conserve that energy to do something that makes me feel a little more like me even if it is to watch a rerun of "not going out" with my Hubby.

Essentials

For safety, my occupational therapist insisted on having a second bannister installed onour stairs. This was referred by The ME Team at Broadgreen Hospital, the therapist spent a long time with me going over the things I do and how I could stay safe while conserving energy and depending on my home they may refer other things. I admit that I pushed back on a lot of things as it made me realise how ill I am and that was difficult to deal with in the beginning. From my bed I wanted to be able to be sat up straight or propped up to watch TV or read a book so they arranged to have an adjustable back rest to be delivered to me. I also had a mattress sent to me which helps relieve pressure points this gave the additional benefit of not having to push up from a sitting position ( I hope that is understandable, it means that when I put my feet on the floor they are in a natural position as I am not too far down as the bed is the right height now ). As my bed frame is metal I use them for support when I need to go to my bathroom within the bathroom they arranged to have a toilet support so I did not have to rely on the sink for support when I stood up from the toilet. The next thing they arranged was to have a stool for the shower, I can not recommend this enough, even if you do not think you need it and you get tired as the day goes on having that place to sit while I get clean makes a huge difference.

Spoons

If you haven't already read the spoon theory here is a link https://www.youtube.com/c/christinemiserandino. Christine was able to put into words what so many of us tried to say. While you may not think that you need a lot of things or adjustments to live life with ME or any other illness that makes you exhausted please speak to your GP or your ME Dr in some cases you can even refer yourself to your local council. If having a shower takes 4 ( just an example ) spoons, having a shower sitting down on a shower stool might only take 2 spoons or not having to go downstairs to put the heating on would save you that spoon, not putting lights on when you go into a room or when you leave the room would again save you those spoons. All of this would save you energy throughout the day allowing you to do something you want to do, this alone could make a huge difference to your mental health. Living with any illness is hard when I first got ill I went through some extremely dark days as this illness was taking everything from me and the worse I got the more it took. I went from a Mum who was working full time, going to the gym, and being able to spend time with my family. At the weekend we had amazing friends and a fantastic social life having that all taken away, I even needed help to go to the bathroom as I couldn't do anything for myself. The more I pushed against it the worse I got I would be alone all day in a dark room in immense pain all day every day, I missed out on so much and I didn't want to live like that.

Topping up the Dopamine and serotonin tanks

Now I survive and I do everything I can to help save even half a spoon to do something on my terms which means that I can FaceTime Becks ( sometimes I don't even talk I just listen to her ) even if it is a cuddle with Alfie but being able to do that after a bad day or week makes a huge difference to my mental health, I look at it like topping up the Dopamine and Serotonin tanks. This illness has no cure and you can try to fight it with everything you have but it will win, I know that from experience. So do all you can to accept this illness on your terms, invest in anything which will make a difference to the energy you use, ask for help from your GP and work with your local ME team. I have listed some of the items that I have purchased which make a difference to me if you need help please email me I am always available to help, I may not get back to you straight away but I will get back to you.

GlamSticks

Knowing that I needed crutches to get about I searched online unable to find something different to normal hospital crutches. I came across Glamsticks after seeing an Instagram post I think, thinking back I remember that a celebrity had used sparkly crutches at an award show and mentioned them in an interview. So I did a bit of research and found out more about the company. I emailed them to ask if they would just do all black for me and they really impressed me from the start. Since then, I have bought my crushes as well as a walking stick and 9 years later they still look amazing. The link is below if you have something in mind ask them as they are so accommodating. 

I hope that this is helpful in some way. I have also done a video recently talking about the sorts of things I keep in my bags so they are ready to go or grab in an emergency , Click to see What's in my Bag

Click here to see the full post on my website

[andy-clutterbuck]

King Richard™

[goddess-evelle]

Hey bb could u write a sapnap and dream x reader polyamorous smut were they get into a fight and they make y/n cry and they try to make it up to her by doing nice things or sm but she is still hurt about it so ( with CONSENT) they decide to please her until she is sobbing and begging them to stop ( there is n established safe word if she really wanted them to stop she'd say the safe word) but they don't stop and praise and coaxe her through many orgasms and then they take care of her as she's all sensitive and twitchy under there touch

Better without me

A/n: I went off on this, so I will make a second part finishing it.

Warnings: Mention of neglect towards the reader, angst, very much hurtful thoughts. Smut in the next part. SFW. Slightly suggestive or provocative acts, also slight girl on girl action;)

Dream x Sapnap x fem reader

Words: 2,1??- I don't even know why I wrote so much.

As the dumb bitch that I am I forgot I made two different parts of this one of them that I discarded, so yeah that was a mess, but I fixed it.

Part 1 (You are here now)

Part 2

“I understand, but I just want to spend time with my boyfriends” Your voices cracks as you try to make light into the situation.

“No Y/n, you do not fucking understand. You don’t know what is like to spend hours on hours playing. Just to finally finish and have to spend ten more hours editing. You don’t understand how it is! You should be more considerate when you fucking ask us to ‘spend time with you’ ” Dream’s words come flying out as the three of you had been arguing for what felt like hours. Your reply got stuck in your throat as Sapnap started talking.

“Exactly like you are always bitching about wanting to be with us, but you never do shit for us. You know that we are both busy working. You are so fucking annoying.” Sapnap’s words eco through your mind. Were you really that annoying? Maybe you were just being too clingy towards the boys. You just wanted to spend time with them. Sapnap and Dream were in a relationship while the three of you were roommates, and a part of you always felt as if you had missed on a big part of the relationship, so you tried to spend time with them to make up for the lost time. Now, with Sapnap saying that you are annoying you can only feel as if you intrude into their relationship. Your mind flooded with thoughts of them just being in a relationship with you just because you lived with them; maybe they didn’t even love you. Your own mind created scenarios in your head as your insecurities took over you. They obviously didn’t love you or they would spend time with you. If they loved you they would make time for you. If they loved you they would’ve been more attentive of you. If they loved you they would pay attention to you. These thoughts kept your mind busy, and finally everything clicked. You finally understood why you felt so out of place all the time.

“You are not even listening to us!” Dreams shakes a hand in front of you face trying to gain your attention again, and you wonder just for how long had you been thinking.

“Honestly, y/n we can spend time together later . We have to film manhunt. Go do something or I don’t fucking know.” Sapnap says, but you are not listening to what he is saying. They leave and you are left in the bedroom alone. You look around the room for your phone as you look at the hour, and put 10 minutes on the timer. You wait patiently as the 10 minutes pass by as you lay on the bed looking at the ceiling. You close your eyes for what feels like a second before you hear the alarm go off. You grabbed your phone stopping the alarm, and texting your best friend to get ready; you both were going out. You got dressed with a simple dress quickly. You did your hair, and makeup as you made your way towards the front door. You just needed to leave; you had been suffocating the boys with your presence for too long. You swallowed the lump in your throat as you made your way towards the front door only to be stopped by a furry friend. You smiled sadly looking at the cat laying on front of you.

“Oh, sweet thing don’t worry. I will see you in a bit.” You say as you scratch Patches head. The cat looks up at you as if she understands. You give her a little kiss on the nose before grabbing your keys of the house. You make your way outside the door only to see your neighbor right next to where your car is.

“Hi, good afternoon.” You say politely.

“Hi, I didn’t know you guys were going out.” He says looking at you suspiciously.

“Oh, um yeah, just me. The boys are kind of busy.” You try to lie, but you know that by the redness on your face he might catch up to your lie. He looks at you to try and decipher if you think he is stupid or something. Before he could answer you say a quick goodbye as you climb into your car, and start the car getting ready to drive. It takes you 40 minutes to get to your friend’s house to talk to her. After venting to her for an hour; you both went to the club. You just needed to forget about the boys’ words for a bit. You look at your phone before you go inside the club to see the hour 12:59am. Good hour to be on a club you think as you make your way towards the bar with your friend. Time passes by like a blink as you drink, and dance with your friend. Before you know it you are in the middle of the dance floor as you dance with your friend.

You look around the club to see two familiar faces, but you are too drunk to remember their names. You do know that they won’t stop looking at you, so you take advantage that you are with a friend to tease a little. There is no ill will if you tease them. You turn towards your friend pulling her closely to you. She is taller than you which helps the case. You whisper in her ear that there are two hot boys looking at you, and that you wanted to give them a show. She looks to where you tell her; she finds Dream and Sapnap looking at the two of you from a far. She laughs knowing that you love the boys so much that you even find their stare in a crowded club while you are drunk. She sees that the boys look mad, but knowing plenty of your sexual experiences with the boys from what you’ve told her. She knows you’ll just love to tease them, so that they punish you. She agrees to help you, so your wrap your hand around her neck as you make eye contact with the boys. They move slightly closer, so that they can see you under the disco light. Your skin glows under the purple light that reflects off your shoulder and leg. The boys watch as you kiss your friend’s neck while looking at them. You slowly give mouth opened kisses to her skin maintaining eye contact. You glide your tongue on her skin slowly tasting the sweet cookie dough cologne on her skin.

You turn your back on your friend facing towards the boys as you grab your friend’s hands, and glide them down your body taking extra time on your boobs, and your stomach stopping at your pelvic bone. You grind your ass back on your friend’s pelvis looking at the boys seeing as the taller boy tries to make his way towards you, but the smaller boy holds him back mumbling something that you could only decipher as “let’s see what she does”. You smirk as them as you make sexier moves against your friend; your hands grab her neck pulling it towards you, and she understands what you want. She pretends to give you a kiss on your neck as you roll your head back letting out a fake moan that the boys don’t hear, but they can imagine that you are in pleasure. You look over them to see a bulge in both of their pants; you smirk noticing that they are both big as you take swing of your beer finishing it completely. You give big gulps showing that you in fact swallow before turning to be front to front with your friend. You repeat the kisses on her neck while looking at the boys, and you feel your own breath getting heavier. You look over to see the smaller boys rub over the taller boy’s bulge; you feel your panties get wetter at the action. You turn to your friend and move forward to give her a kiss, but before you can make contact with her lips you feel a pair of arms pulling you away. You look up to see the taller boy holding you in his arms looking awfully angry at you. You scurry off his embrace as you tell them that you don’t want anything with them. The guy gets a tighter grip on you, and you try to move away only to be sandwiched into the body of the smaller guy.

“Y/n look at me; you know who I am” You look up at the mention of your name; to find Dream staring down at you.

“Oh h- hey D-dream what are you doing here?” You say mind still too gone to make coherent sentences.

“Um yeah, she got very drunk. Saying something about not being good enough for the two of you” Your friend intervenes. Dream looks at Sapnap behind you to give Sap a worried look.

“So, everything that she was flirting with us; she didn’t do it to be a brat?” Sapnap asks confused.

“Well, she wanted to ‘tease two hot guys’ that’s what she said, so even as she was drunk. She is still attracted to the two of you” Your friend smiles remembering “I remember when you guys became a couple. She felt so out of place because she liked the two of you. She was going to move in with me to not disturb you two. She is really in love with the two of you, so whatever the fuck the two of you did. You better fix it or I will take her to live with me. The poor girl drove all the way to my house to spend an hour crying about how the two of you didn’t love her” Your friend reproaches your boyfriends as you are finding comfort in the tall man’s arms your mind not even paying attention to their conversation as you admire the hot boys.

“She- she really thought we didn’t love her?” Dream’s voice cracks as he looks down at you where you are staring at him lovingly.

“Yes, she always thought that she was ruining your relationship, and with the things you told her she felt like you guys just wanted to break up with her.” Your friend says giving the boys a bad look. “So, you guys take her with you. I’ll drive her car to my place; I didn’t drink, so I will be fine. How did you find her anyways?”

“We have an app to share location at any moment, so we know she is safe” Sapnap said as he led the way towards their car. They bid their goodbyes to your friend. Dream got in the driver’s seat as Sapnap went in the back with you. You sat next to Sapnap looking at the boy as you guys drove home.

“I can’t believe I’m going home with two hot boys. You guys chose me over all the girls in the club” You say your words stinging in the boys’ heart as they took a peek on what you thought of them.

“Well, to be honest. I was surprised; I thought you’d have a boyfriend” Dream says smoothly.

“I mean yeah. I used to have two boyfriends at the same time! Can you believe that? Two people loved me at the same time! Me!” you talked with surprise laced in your voice and the boys swallowed a lump in their throat as they saw how much you worshipped your relationship with them.

“Huh you must love them a lot” Sapnap said voice trembling as he watched your eyes shine.

“Of course, I do! They are the best boys I know. They are literally so perfect, but I don’t think they love me that much”

“Why do you think that?” This time Dream asked as his voice cracked at the change in demeanor you were clearly sad now.

“Well, they are just so perfect that sometimes I think they don’t need me. I think they would be even happier without me. I feel like I’m just ruining their relationship.” Sapnap is crying by the time you finish your statement. The boys can’t believe you would say such a thing. Did they really make you feel that way? They both felt so bad. Sapnap can’t help, but to leap in to hug you. His tears falling on your shoulder as you accept his hug still in your drunken state.

“But it’s okay if they don’t love me. They still have each other, and they are totally soulmates. So, if I leave; they will still be happy with each other.” You finish as Dream pulls into the driveway.

Part 2

[sukirichi]

rude boy

— As the captain of the volleyball team, you have to set a good example of staying firm to your rule of not dating the male players...but perhaps you’re willing to bend the rules a little bit when a rude boy is kind enough to show you why you’re wrong.

CONTENT/WARNINGS. smut, multiple orgasms, oral (f receiving), hard!dom suna, slight exhibitionism, doggy style, overstimulation, mild breeding kink, cumplay, implied size kink, degradation with praising kink (LOL), soft! aftercare suna

NOTE. oh hell yeah we’re turning into a haikyuu blog. i can’t believe i’m writing for a character i haven’t even met yet but hey SUNA RINTAROU SUPREMACY. I’m in love with him, maybe much more than I like Akaashi, but can you blame? he’s sexy AF. tagging @noritoshiikamo​

SONG INSPOS. Rude Boy, Disturbia, Where Have You Been All My Life (Rihanna)

Win after win, your school is glorious and honourable once more. Not only did the men’s volleyball team, but as the captain of the women’s team, you proudly carried awards just as they did.

You’re on the dance floor, hazily dancing to the beat with your red cup already empty. It’s rare that people organized after parties but you made it Nationals this time around; surely it’s not too bad to let everyone let loose. Besides, the managers weren’t around and everyone seemed to be having fun, bringing in their plus ones or making out with their fellow teammates.

You scowl at the sight. The one thing you hate the most is breaking formalities and relationship autonomies – everyone knows that you have one strict rule: No dating the players for the men’s team.

Naturally, your team members are more than flabbergasted. The male players are gorgeous after all, but you’ve grown up with the Miya twins; you know beauty could never be enough of a reason for your precious teammates to be used for pleasure and dumped to the side once they’ve had their fill. You all have a bright future ahead of you, with goals and dreams to be fulfilled; one that you won’t allow to be trampled upon by these men.

You’re about to head back to the kitchen for another drink when someone holds you in place, large, calloused hands gripping at your hips. You’re about to elbow the intruder when the familiar scent of musky spicy cologne, mixed with sweat and something that was solely him, you relaxed.

“Can’t keep your hands to yourself for the whole party, Suna?”

“You’re here,” his bored, deep voice is sultry as it coos in your ear. Unable to help yourself, you shiver at his touch, your back pressed against the warmth of his chest. “I don’t see a reason to.”

“You’re a little touchy tonight,” you comment, the glare of your eyes softening as the alcohol loosens the usual composed and strict captain in you, falling back into his touches that tell a promise of something more later. Maybe it was the music, maybe it was because you miss him too – whatever it was, you’re grinding onto his front, the middle blocker humming as a warning in your ear not to tease him too much. You being you though, you only push back harder, allowing him to set the pace by squeezing your waist. “You act like you don’t see me all the time.”

“Doesn’t mean I get to feel you all the time,” his voice turns husky, the mere sound of his voice mixing with the party’s music increasing your arousal. You breathe sharply when Suna cups your core experimentally, thankful that his body is big enough to hide what he’s doing. “Upstairs?”

“Here, Suna? In a party?”

“Can you wait until we get home?” he taunts, chuckling when he sees the way your lips press into a thin line. “As I thought.”

Tch, he doesn’t have to be so cocky about it.

Suna leads you upstairs before pushing you inside the closest empty room, his lips hands everywhere on you the moment the back of your knees hit the bed. He’s eager and needy, his arousal evident from how he’s bucking the tent in his pants against your hands. His tongue prods you to open your mouth, and just to tease him, you refuse him access, slipping your hands inside his pants instead to swipe a thumb over his thumb.

He growls at your teasing, retaliating by pinching your boob followed by a flick over your nipple. Suna isn’t only an expert at volleyball; he’s a master of your body too, able to play you and hit the right spots all the fucking time.

He’s aware of this when he finally gets what he wants – a shocked moan from you that nearly makes you fall back on the bed if it wasn’t for his other hand tugging at your wrist to slam you back to his body. Suna doesn’t waste his time in kissing you, sucking on your tongue until you both start fighting for dominance. Just as he’s lost and crazed by the pent up sexual frustration of watching one another play at court today – to see the other so close yet so far away – you swallow his small, little groans into your mouth, your hand eagerly pumping and spreading his pre-cum all over the base of his shaft.

Suna’s cock twitches into your palm, prompting you to squeeze the length at the same time you bite down on his lip. Hard.

His eyes snap open moments before he comes, his touch rough and even bruising when he pushes your arm away from his. As if a switch has been flipped inside him, his eyes have grown darker, his hands running down your form hungry and even animalistic.

Your eyes widen when Suna goes down on his knees, deft fingers tugging at the waistband of your shorts. “S-Suna, what’re you doing—”

“Shh, I want to taste you,” your hands find home in his hair as he helps you shimmy out of those tight, ass-hugging material that had him rock hard during your whole match. He wants to punish you for it, for nearly distracting him when it was his turn to play; the fact you’re always so unaware of the effect you have over him downright offensive. He has other plans in mind though, plans you’re about to discover when Suna suddenly licks at the swollen nub through your panties, making your thighs shiver. “Haven’t seen this pretty pussy in a long time,” he buries his face in your cunt, taking a huge whiff of the intoxicating scent of your arousal.

It’s almost perverted, you think, the way he’s rolling your hardened clit between his teeth, relishing in the way you’re falling apart for him like this, legs spread wide open.

Suna keeps you steady by squeezing your ass closer to his face until his nose is prodding at your lips, the sounds of your pretty moans and whines erotic enough that he feels like busting a nut right then and there. He holds back though, pulling away to breathe just to bite the lace down your legs. The whole time, he keeps his fox-like eyes on yours that are pooled with lust and something carnal, the grazing of his teeth collecting heat to pool at your core.  

With two long fingers pulling your lips apart just for his eyes, he licks at your blossoming sex, pulling groans from both of you when he dives into your even harder.

Suna’s tongue is lapping at your dripping juices while you look down at him, pupils blown wide just as he smirks, he actually fucking smirks under you, his tongue suddenly plunging inside your sopping hole.

Your scream is muffled at the last moment when you bite down on your lip hard enough to draw blood, the nails digging into his scalp making him hiss.

Nevertheless, Suna doesn’t stop, drinking all you can give him while his tongue laps at your walls. The warm, wet muscle exploring each inch of you has you grinding against his face, shameless as you fuck yourself harder on his tongue. Suna chuckles at your actions, the vibrations pushing you over the edge.

He can tell you’re cumming when you start to clamp down on him, the flowing of your arousal easily cleaned up with tight, consistent sweeps of his tongue.

Your eyes are shut tight as you prolong your orgasm by grinding your pelvic bone shamelessly on his cum-stained face. Then your legs wobble until you’re falling, shaking, but Suna pushes you down completely on the bed.

Your breathing is ragged once you see that he’s crawling above you in the same manner a predator stalks his prey, his smirk nothing but devilish while your juices spread on his cheeks gleam under the dim lights.

Suna uses one hand to discard your shirt before throwing it to other side of the room, one knee to pry your legs apart. Your eyes dart down to the sports bra you wore, not sexy at all especially with the Nike logo, and your cheeks warm at the realization. Arms coming up to hide yourself, you fail when Suna slaps your hands away, glaring at you.

“Stop covering yourself. You don’t have to wear lingerie to for me all the time – you know I’d fuck you either way.”

He doesn’t give you a chance to be shy when he rips the bra apart, mouth latched onto one nipple. You gasp when he plunges three fingers in, definitely different to his usual routine of prepping you, and you’re being stretched open by his fingers a little too fast that you’re clutching on his bicep to catch your breath.

“F-Fuck, Suna, can’t even be a little gentle? What happened to foreplay?”

“I’m tired from winning match by match today, baby. Being gentle is the last thing on my mind when you’re splayed out for me like this,” he pulls away just to release his fingers from you, twisting his hand back to back to grin pervertedly at the way your cum slicks his hand. Using that exact same hand, Suna covers his length with it as he hovers over you, pushing the tip of his cock past your lips.

He immediately notices the way you hitch your breath, fingers clutching desperately at the sheets as you struggle to accommodate for him despite already being so wet.

He was just so thick and feels so good – it’s always a challenge not to cum all the while he’s entering you. “Don’t look at me like that. You’ve taken me before,” he reminds you, hooking his arm under your knees before he stretches you further, your thighs flat on your chest. You gasp at the new sensation of feeling him so deep inside you, his whole practically atop your calves as he thrusts inside experimentally. “Come on, you’ll take this big cock like a good girl, won’t you?”

“S-Suna.”

“You feel even better than usual,” he praises you, his eyes narrowed and hazy with pleasure as he continues fucking into you. His thrusts are slow yet deep, bottoming out with each time that he knocks the wind off your lungs, successfully hitting that sacred, sweet sensitive spot inside you that only he could ever reach.

Suna smirks at the apparent pleasure written all over your face, teasing you further by grabbing the flesh of your hips while he drives his cock deeper. “You’re just clamping down on me like a bitch in heat,” he notes to mock you, but he wasn’t free of this pleasurable torture as well, not when your walls sucked him in greedily that it took most of his energy just to pull out from your grip. It must be because you’re exerted from today’s match just as he is, and Suna spreads one leg to the side, your knee pressed beside your head. “Muscle cramps? Can’t say I mind.”

“Shut up, Suna.”

“I think you need to shut up,” he stuffs his fingers in your mouth, his chuckles formed in stuttered breaths when you clamp down on him. “Clenching harder on me now? Didn’t peg you for someone who liked this shit,” Suna, having always been perceptive to your smallest reactions, leans over to you to cup your cheek, the tenderness in his eyes a huge contrast to how he’s filling you up to the brim, his hips delirious and delicious with each snap. “You’re just a dirty little whore, aren’t you? So good for me.”

“S-Suna,” you begin to reach for him, feeling that welcomed tightening of your stomach. You never like to admit it out loud, but you and Suna know you’re always so clingy and starved for touches when you’re about to him.

Your lips are puckered out, arms wrapping around his head to pull him in for a kiss when Suna smirks. He knows exactly what you want – and that’s exactly what you’re not gonna get.

He flips you until you’re flat on your stomach, encircling your waist to pull your ass flat against the ticklish hairs resting at the base of his cock, his pelvic bone snapping against your backside. You cry out at the new position, the need to touch him painfully deprived until you’re sobbing on the pillows, wanting nothing more than to kiss him as you came.

Suna Rintaro really is rude.

You came first before him, drool spilling from your lips when you’re left with no other choice but to fist the sheets. Suna’s groans are guttural, his usual pace of fucking you slowly now turns carnal. Sounds of skin slapping and his balls hitting your ass cheeks echo around the room, the sounds too loud that you both fail to hear the rushed footsteps and giggles until the door opens.

Suna feels you tense under him, the crashing waves of your orgasm dulled by the panic rising in your chest. You know he’s covering you, but your heart absolutely lurches in your chest when Suna only continues, scoffing at whoever entered the room.

You scramble to move yourself off him but Suna only holds you down, his palm flat behind your head, arms pinned at the small of your back until you’re completely incapacitated. Once again, Suna’s proved that he’s a man of control, especially when it comes to your body. He won’t fail to remind you again and again that your body is not yours – it has always been his and will always be his.

Once he starts moving again, deliberately and painfully slow to emphasize the embarrassing shlick coming from your pussy, Suna smirks at the new guests. “Rooms taken, idiot – find someplace else.”

“Fuck, is that the captain for the girl’s team?”

You bite down on your lip upon hearing Atsumu’s voice, desperate to prevent the sinful moans to be heard past your lips. You’ve built quite a reputation for being sharp tongued and even wicked when it comes to being strict – to have him hear of all people that his teammate could easily break you like this would be beyond damaging both to your pride and reputation.

Suna glares at the golden-haired boy who’s now forgotten the girl hanging off his arm, his head tilting past Suna’s uniformed frame fucking deep into you.

He could hear it, could hear the sloppy squelching of your sopping cunt, could even hear the way Suna’s breath sharpens, but he wants to see it, to witness this atrocity. Suna, however, wasn’t having any of it.

His possessive grip is intensified with the nails digging into your wrists when he only fucks into your harder, his feet now planted on the mattress as if to mark his territory. “Don’t look at my bitch. She’s mine,” he growled, pulling you by the hair until your head is splayed all over his shoulder, your breasts bouncing from the speed he’s ramming into you at. “Now leave.”

“Suna, don’t be fucking rude.”

The door closes afterwards, but not free from comments from Atsumu on how you had a pretty ass. This ticks Suna off, licking stripe down your neck and up your jaw, nose buried into the crook of your neck to memorize your scent coated with sex hanging off the air.

“You’d rather have them watch?” he slaps your ass, your moan whiny and pornographic – you were really truly different than what you want people to think of you. “Of course you’d like that, filthy slut,” he nibbles at your ear, reaching forward to rub at your clit until you’re shaking again, your second orgasm just looming around the corner. “But I don’t want to share you, baby. Now fuck yourself on my cock like the whore you are.”

He shoves you flat on the mattress again, your forearms weak as you heave your weight upwards. Your head is thrown to the side, back arched down low as you follow his command like a good whore as he’s called you. You gyrate your hips to swirl your pussy around his thick pole, pushing backwards again and again until you’re gasping, shaking, trembling and utterly fucked out.

Your pace is nothing compared to what Suna is capable off, but he’s tense, jealous even that he wants to assure himself he’s the one who could get you to feel this way, even if it meant giving you all the work alone.

“What’re you gonna do now that everyone knows about us?” he asks through gritted teeth, placing his hands at your hips just to steady yourself. Suna’s eyes are zeroed in on the way his length disappears around your pretty lips, so open and puffy as you use his dick to pleasure you. He takes pride at the way you moan, back arching and little growls on your lips when he finally snaps his hips, meeting you thrust by thrust.

“Are you finally giving into me?” he asks again for what seems like the hundredth time ever since he’s laid his eyes on you, thumb flicking over your clit again. You cry out as he does so, uncaring of the strain when your arms reach out behind him, touching him this time around. Suna allows you to do so, hugging your waist to pull you into him, pressing open-mouthed kisses to yours while you moan left and right.

You’re sweating, eyes shut tight and fingers calloused from years of playing volleyball pinching at your own slips. You look so lewd every time you’re thinking of nothing else but the pleasure he’s giving you and Suna grows harder inside you, his thrusts rough along with another slap to your ass.  

“Fuck, yeah, just like that. You look so gorgeous bent over for me, you know, might as well just be officially mine.”

You manage to scoff through the pleasure, ignoring the way your heart flutters when Suna interlaces his fingers with yours above your breast, the both of you caressing the flesh tenderly. “I told you already, I’m never dating you.”

“And why not?” he challenges, the grip on your hips tightening again. “Who do you run to when you’re sad? Who do you bother when you’re happy? Who makes you feel good and fills you to the brim when your fingers just aren’t getting you off?” Unsatisfied with your silence, Suna snaps his hips harder, his grin wicked when you scream again, his name falling off your lips like a prayer – which is ironic, since he’s the one always worshipping you despite his need to be in control. “Isn’t it always me? Just say yes, baby, I’d get to do this to you all the time. You’re already fucking yourself on my cock like you’re my whore – what’s holding you back?”

“You’ll fuck me good if I say yes?”

“Aren’t I already?” To prove a point, Suna thrusts up deep and hard enough that he’s hitting your sweet spot again, a fucked out smile rewarding him afterward.

“But you’re a rude, rude person, Suna, oh, fuck,” Suna pinches your clit that makes you snap your eyes open, a seductive glare sent his way when he teases you. “See what I’m – ugh – talking about?”

“Then I’ll be nice for once,” he promises me, his thrusts growing sloppy as he pushes you over the edge. Your mouth hangs open in a silent, breathy sob – hands gripping at his thighs when the mere slipping of his length past your walls and kissing your cervix with each thrust pushes tears out of your eyes. Suna leans down to sloppily kiss away the tears, jaw clenched as he feels you tighten around him.  “Cum for me. I’m allowing you to cum. Maybe I’ll fuck you again when we get home if you’re good enough. Fuck, gonna breed this pussy so good, you’ll be so fucking full.”

Your nails scratches blood moons into his skin, right at the spot that isn’t covered by his shorts anymore. Usually, he’s careful when it comes to markings that could affect his play, but you’re so pretty crying as you cream around his neck that tonight he doesn’t care.

Suna groans as you milk him dry with the way your walls are hallowing and clenching around him, making the tall player fall forward above you on the bed, his cum sputtering inside of you. His groans are deep and so fucking sexy right next to your ear, thumb absentmindedly still rubbing at your clit. You’re both panting as he slowly pulls out, the gush of both your cum dripping all the way down your ass. He snickers at the sight and swoops two fingers down, the heated and hard press of his fingers against your sensitive pussy sending chills everywhere in your body.

You’re about to complain as Suna pushes his cum inside you, but he silences you with a kiss, spreading the cum all around your lips until you’re a complete, sticky mess down there. You grimace at the sensation but Suna is moving beside you the next moment, his arms heavy across your breasts.

You blink when Suna presses affectionate kisses on the blades of your shoulder, wiping the remnants of cum across the sheets before tangling your legs with his. You frown in confusion but turn to him anyway, breathing in that cologne sticking to his skin that you love so much.

“I’m not used to you cuddling me.”

Suna smiles at the crown of your head, shifting lower so he could squish his cheeks at the flesh of your breasts. You watch as his usual bored face lights up happily like a kid with ice cream as he kisses the sides of your breast, hands gentle and delicate in making swirls over your hip. He’s almost...unrecognizable. “You should. This is going to be one of the privileges of dating me.”

“I haven’t said yes yet.”

“You will.”

His declaration is so self assured – as he always is – that you roll your eyes, threading your fingers through his sweat-matted hair. “How are you so sure I even like you back, dummy?”

“Because you’ve got no reason not to,” is all he murmurs on your skin, and well...he isn’t wrong about it, but you scoff anyway, thankful that his eyes are closed so he can’t see your smile. “Now shut up. Just hearing your voice makes me hard again and I don’t think I can go for another round. I’m beat.”

Perhaps...Suna Rintaro wasn’t such a rude boy, after all.

[realmofimagines]

The Bartender || Octavio ‘Octane’ Silva || Part 2

Pairing: Octane x f! Reader 

Words: 1.3k

Warnings: SMUT THIS IS JUST SMUT 

PART ONE HERE 

When Octavio had left the Lounge with the bartender, a few people turned their heads. Ajay offered her friend a thumbs up when she knew the woman wasn’t looking, proud that he had managed to get a word in with her before things with Elliott escalated too quickly.

The two had barely made it through the front door of her apartment (which was closer) before Octavio had her pinned against the door and lips ferociously on hers with a hungry kiss. Butterflies pooled in her lower abdomen, tingling through to her groin with each touch his wandering hands made up and down her body.

Her eventful evening had long been forgotten now that she was consumed in lust, she had almost forgotten about the past several weeks, merely being stuck in the moment with Octavio right now.

“Do you know how hard it was to watch you give Witt all that attention,” his voice was low, almost a growl as some words became muffled by his incessant kissing on her neck. One hand was pressed against the door above her head, and the other had dipped into her pants, stroking her through the thin fabric of her underwear.

A soft whimper tumbled from her lips, the friction sending chills throughout her body and intensifying the feeling that pooled in her stomach. She didn’t regret the kiss she had shared with Elliott earlier in the evening, but she was most definitely glad that Octavio made his intentions finally known.

“If this is how you act when you're jealous, maybe I should flirt with everyone,” her voice was exasperated, a high pitched gasp sounded when his fingers dipped past her underwear and into her slick core.

He made an inaudible comment against her collarbone, but no doubt it was a curse word of some degree in reaction to her carefully picked out words.

“After tonight everyone will know who you belong to.” His muffled voice was still heard crystal clear.

She leaned her head back against the door, a smile tugged the corners of her lips at his apparent jealousy. Her hand slowly trailed down his chest, taking the time to lift up and take his shirt off so she could admire his body, running her fingers up and down each ridge and divit of his torso.

With her own slick lubricating his fingers, he circled meticulously around her clit causing her to shudder at the change in sensation and instinctively clench her fist, which scratched the surface of Octavios abs.

A moan rumbled from his chest, he never imagined her to be this physical in an intimate moment like this, but it made the whole interaction much more exciting. “Careful mi amor,” his low grumble of warning was lost on her, unsure if she had accidentally hurt him in the heat of the moment or if it was a warning that indicated the state of how well she’d be walking come tomorrow.

That thought was immediately lost on her the second she could feel her climax bubbling, her hands gripped on tightly to Octavio’s shoulders to help keep her upright as her pelvic thrusts followed a similar movement to his fingers. “Fuck.” She breathed out, her grip was monstrous and it crossed her mind that she might bruise him if she wasn’t careful.

Her mouth fell open as the feelings coalesced to one, hitting its peak in her climax. A strangled moan came from her as her walls clenched upon release. It felt like she could breathe, after feeling like she was holding in a long breath.

He pulled his hand from her pants, never breaking eye contact with her dishevelled figure as he sucked on his pointer and middle finger, “you taste good, Chica.”

Everything that man seemed to do was incredibly attractive and sent a fluster of feelings inside her, making her wonder what exactly she did to garner his attention in the first place.

“My turn,” she smirked, putting a hand on his chest and walking him back to the couch a few feet away from the door. She gave him the smallest of shoves, forcing him to stumble into the couch and land with a meagre ‘oof’.

By the time he had processed what was happening, she was already undoing his shorts, having taken a seat beside him. He lifted his hips up to help aid in the process of her pulling down his shorts and boxers, his erection was obvious even on the ride home from their steamy make out section in the storage room.

She threw one of her legs over to straddle him, putting a hand on his shoulder and the other straight onto his erect cock. He stifled a moan at the abrupt contact, but never moved his gaze from her face.

Her thumb grazed slightly over his sensitive tip, circling the precum over the head which prompted a breathy groan from her partner. “Y’know it was really fucking rude of you to interrupt my night — you want all of my attention, huh?” Her voice was only slightly gruff, enjoying the position of power she was in and how much of a vulnerable position Octavio was in currently.

“No one except me should get to enjoy you.” He grunted back, definitely not regretting stopping whatever was about to happen between the woman and Elliott. It may have been selfish of him, but he was in pure bliss knowing he had won this over Elliott Witt.

Leaning down, she brought her lips right up to his ear with a knowing smile, “jealousy is not an attractive trait Octavio,” she nibbled ever so slightly on the lobe of his ear before she moved back over to her towering position.

“Why not do something about it then, Chica.” He smirked, eager to see where their interactions would lead them.

Without so much as a reaction, she got off his lap and repositioned in a manner where her lips were much more aligned with his tip. Her eyes were dark with lust, giving him a final look before taking as much of him into her mouth.

The immediate warmth and feeling of her mouth prompted him to throw his head back, biting his lip hard and it almost drew blood. Oh how he fantasised about this very moment and it was better than he ever anticipated.

Her tongue flourished his tip when her head bopped to provide a better experience for him. She couldn’t help but chuckle when he swore breathlessly in both his native language and English. The vibrations added an additional sensation to his already throbbing cock.

As time quickly went on, she took more and more of him in, getting braver with his length hitting the back of her throat. Her eyes watered with a sting as she resisted the urge to gag when it went just that little bit too far, pressing on as much as she could to elicit the reaction she wanted from Octavio.

The pressure had been building up for a while, since their interaction in the bar's storage room. But he had long exceeded his efforts to hold out, letting the climax come to its crescendo, stunting his breath for a moment as he choked out a faint, “I’m gonna cum, Chica.”

With that, he released into the back of her throat, his warm seed coating her mouth as she very carefully slid her mouth from over his now semi-erect cock. She swallowed with a particularly gratuitous gulp, giving her partner a wink as he leaned airily on the couch.

His hair was an absolute mess (more than usual) as it stuck up in any direction, indicating to her that he was running his hands through his hair during that ordeal.

“So…” She started, the effects of lust wearing itself off both parties as they finally had time to process the debacle they were both in.

“So…” He mimicked her, his eyes looking at her lips and how swollen they appeared, her clothes were askew and she had a flustered look on her which he couldn’t help but find endearing.

“You’re not gonna leave… are you?” The hesitancy in her voice alone made Octavio’s heart ache, finally coming to terms with the consequences of his prior actions and how much they had impacted her.

He shook his head, reaching out and gripping her hand in his, “I’m not going anywhere mi amor.”

[mlm-writer]

Your Hands, My Hands (Lucifer x GN!Reader)

Kinktober Day 7: Handjobs

Pairing: Dom Lucifer Morningstar x Gender Neutral Reader Rating: Explicit Words: 970 Summary: Even when he is tied up, Lucifer can dominate you.  Note: Yeah I’m going to hell anyway, so better go down as a sinning king.  Tags: Restraints, dom/sub dynamics, handjob (yeah duh), instructions, nipple play, dirty talk, sort of face sitting, oral and a bit of overstimulation 

“Place your hands on my arms,” Lucifer commanded. You did as you were told, holding his staring eyes with your own. You shivered under his gaze and dominant voice. You had your doubts when he told you he could be tied up and still in control, but maybe you overestimated just how submissive you could be for the devil himself. "Now slide them down to my pecs, dear." Your breath hitched as you felt his skin, lightly massaging his muscles as you passed them. Once at your destination, you knew what to do. You bent down, dragging your tongue over one of his nipples. “Oh yes, dear,” Lucifer moaned, a smirk appearing on his face. 

You sucked on his nipple, tongue swirling around. Your other hand played with his other nipple. You pinched it, flicked it with your pointer finger. He hummed appreciatively, arching his back to get closer to you. You switched from nipple, giving them both equal attention. Your finger slipped with much more ease over the wet nipple. You massaged it, drawing happy sounds from your favourite celestial. 

You tasted the salt of his sweat, the thin layer transferring from his skin to your tongue. “Get lubed up, dear,” he sighed and you pulled yourself away from him. You slid back until his hard cock was before you between your thighs. You could not pull your eyes away from his, your hand blindly looking for the bottle of lube. “To the left, dear,” he chuckled. You smiled at him and grabbed the small bottle. You squeezed some of the lube onto the palm of your hand and rubbed the substance between them, warming it up for him. “That’s enough, get your hands on my cock.” 

You swallowed the lump in your throat and did as you were told, stroking him loosely and slowly until he told you otherwise. Your face felt on fire as he looked at you with laser-like intensity. You had his full attention and there was no doubt of that. His eyes pinned you down, leaving the burn of desire wherever he looked on your naked body. “Just the head, dear,” he sensually whispered, sounding completely unaffected by your actions. “Yes, that’s good. You’re such a cute little pet.” Your pelvic muscles clenched on their own, desire burning under your skin as your fingers pleasured him. 

Lucifer smirked at you, humming every now and then. “Full length, slow strokes and a little tighter… yes that’s right.” His lips were parted, breath coming through them as his lips curled into a devilish grin. “Look at you. Not even tied up, but still an obedient little pet. It’s because I own you.” You shivered at the last sentence, your breath hitching as your whole body got flooded with the need to be completely owned by the man under you. “Oh you like that, I see.” He laughed a little, his hips thrusting up into your hand just a little. “Those hands on my cock aren’t yours, dear, they’re mine. I control them. Get them off my cock.” You squirmed on top of him as you reluctantly let go of his hard length. You were making a wet mess on his thighs. You knew he could feel it and he seemed to completely ignore it. “Good pet,” he cooed, “come give me a kiss.”

You placed your hands next to his head and pressed your lips to his. Lucifer took control of it so easily, dominating your mouth with teeth and tongue, biting your lips and making you crave more. “That’s enough, dear, hands back on my cock.” You whined in protest, but did as you were told. You could not disobey him, you did not want to, ever. “Finish me off. I want to mark my pet with my cum.” You squirmed, putting your hands back on him and stroking him fast with a tight grip. You focused mostly on the head, knowing he liked that most, pressing your thumb against the ridge. “Beg for it, dear.” 

You swallowed, throat a little dry. “Please give me your cum, sir,” you almost whispered. He demanded you begged louder. You did. Louder. You moaned it out, rubbing yourself on his thighs for a little relief. You were hot from arousal, making a mess on him as you loudly begged for him to cover you with white. Lucifer came groaning. You pointed his dick at your body. “Oh fuck yes,” you bit out as you felt yourself being covered in his seed. It was warm and it felt sticky, but the thought of it being Lucifer’s made it hot. 

“You’re close, aren’t you?” Lucifer panted. “Come here and hold the headboard.” You scooted forwards until your arousal was within reach of Lucifer’s mouth. His sinful tongue licked up your wetness, making you keen above him. 

“Please, please, please”, you whined, your climax within reach, but not without his permission. Lucifer didn’t give it to you yet, torturing you with pleasure from his hot tongue and mouth working wonders on you. “Please!” 

He chuckled, the vibrations dangling you over the edge, but not throwing you off yet. “All right. Come for me.” He did not even get to put his tongue back on you. Your body shook and you kept the headboard in a vicious grip as your orgams clashed through your body like a tsunami. He put his tongue back on you, keeping you high on pleasure at first and over stimulating you when the last wave dissipated. 

“Please, too much, too much,” you cried as you let your head hang between your shoulders. You could easily move away, but you never would without his permission. You let out a relieved sigh when he stopped for a moment. 

“Get used to it dear, I’m not done with you yet.”

[hes-writer]

Be Quiet

Summary: y/n does the 'drop the towel' challenge

Warnings: smut, semi-public sex (video chat), oral, male receiving

Word Count: 2055 words

A/N:  this is one of my first smut pieces. i'm kind of nervous. let me know what you thought.

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Since quarantine started, Harry had been facing his laptop screen for the majority of the day. His team scrambling to rebook dates, rescheduling the all-too anticipated Love On Tour and discussing various fees that needed to be paid. Honestly, you were sad that the tour wasn’t a go this year because of the pandemic. Harry was always at his happiest when he’s performing on stage, in front of a crowd that yelled his name and sang his songs in adoration and you couldn’t even feel offended by it. However, a part of you was happy that Harry managed to catch a flight home before the restrictions started happening.

Still, it didn’t help that his physical presence was the only thing around you. He was so busy that he barely spared a touch at you the whole week except for when you brought him his favourite kale smoothie or fed him his rice cracker snacks, to which he showed his appreciation through solemn kisses before Jeff called out his name sternly for his attention back.

You’ve been scrolling on the TikTok app recently to spend your time, chuckling to yourself at the funny videos, and brows drawing together in interest at the life hack tips that you deemed useful in the future. Then, you stumbled upon the challenge where girls walked in front of their boyfriends in only a towel to drop to get their attention. You bit your lip at the thought, wondering if this is what it took to finally get Harry’s hands on you.

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You were fresh out of the shower, your hair tickling your sensitive back in damp touches. You made sure to shave every inch of your skin-- you’ve always loved the feeling of smoothness when you lay on your silky sheets at night. Plus, it made Harry absolutely mad at the sensation of velvety soft skin when he tangled his legs with yours.

Your fingers brushed off some large knots in your hair before you wrapped a blush pink towel around your chest. Legs peeked out from where the towel stopped mid-thigh.

“Yes, I think you’re right,” Harry replied, you could imagine him with his chin on his palm, glasses drifting down his slant nose in boredom.

You walked silently to his office, keeping your footsteps light. He perked up at the sound of the door creaking, plastering a look of confusion on his face when he took in your appearance and your phone pointed at him. He tilted his head in question before clearing his throat, “I think we should wait till’ everything is rescheduled before we announce it,”

He leaned forward in his chair, intrigued at your antics. You stood behind his desk, his laptop camera facing away from you. You unfolded the flap that held your towel around your body, Harry widened his eyes at the action. He shook his head in denial as if quietly asking you not to do anything right now. You bit your lip, shaking your head back with a teasing smile.

The towel landed on the floor with a light ‘thud’. You shivered unnoticeably when the cold air nipped your damp skin, goosebumps raised on your body at the shift in temperature. Giggling quietly, a giddiness expanded on your chest at the camera capturing Harry’s reaction the moment you revealed your naked body to him--mouth ajar, a flush of red painting his cheeks and his neck. Harry gulped at the sight, shifting uncomfortably in his plush leather seat where you stood just behind the screen where Jeff and a couple of executive members continued discussing the next topic.

You covered your mouth as you giggled, tapping the button to stop the recording, placing your phone face down on his mahogany desk. He tapped his lips to remind you to stay quiet, still not letting his gaze drift away from your now hardening nipples. You took his attention as an opportunity to tease him even more, twisting your buds gently between your fingertips, mouth dropping open in a silent gasp at the sensation that had Harry quick to press the ‘mute’ button on the screen. His fingers fell away from his lips, indicating that the microphone was off.  

“What do y’think y’are doing?” He growled, angling his head so that the camera won’t catch his lips moving. You shrugged innocently, palming your breasts in your small hand, some spilling out between your fingers. You knew that the action drove Harry crazy by the way his breath hitched--he always loved that your breasts were the perfect handful for him.

“Nothin’,” You quipped, biting your pointer finger with your teeth as you looked at him seductively. He was about to answer when his name was called. Harry’s hardened gaze told you to ‘behave’ but you never listened to him unless you absolutely had to.

“Yes, ‘m here. Sorry, Y/N was just checking up on me,” His eyes just about bulged out when you approached his side, resting your bum on the edge of the desk. You made sure not to let yourself be in the frame of the camera as you stretched your leg over Harry’s lap. “What the f--,”

You pressed your finger against your lips, shushing him with alarmed eyes pointing to his laptop. With the position of you standing on one leg, your pelvic bone shielded his prying eyes from your core unless he slouched incredibly low on his chair. He really wanted too, but that would be too suspicious.

You dipped your fingers in your slick heat, glossing the pads with your juices before rubbing it against your clit. Your leg wanted to jolt close in his lap but his tight grip held your calf down, biting your lip at the shock of pleasure. You repeated this a couple more times before pulling your leg back slowly, making sure to keep it below the desk. He sighed in relief, but you smirked mischievously as your foot swept past the bulge in his pants. The tent was so visible that you wanted nothing more but to have his length in your mouth.

He had just enough wit to mute himself before he released a small moan, looking off to the side to hide his pleasured face. “Christ, what are you doing to me, angel?”

“Missed you,” was all you said before maneuvering between his legs, under the thick plane of the desk that hid you from everyone else aside from him. You pressed your finger against your lips again, the shadows of the wood adding an ominous aura to your face. He lifted his hips as you tugged his sweatpants down. He stared at you with hooded lids, lips slick with spit as he licked them once over.

You let your tongue wander his thick length, grabbing the base to have a steady workplace. His dick was slick with spit, getting your chin sticky from both his pre-cum pearling on the slit and your mouth wrapped around the tip. His thighs relaxed as you took him in your mouth, gripping the arms of the office chair to pull the wheels closer to you so that you could take him deeper down your throat. You gagged, constricting around his tip which had him tangling his fingers in your hair to pull you back, his breathing heavy. He didn’t know how much longer he could stay quiet. You pushed his hand away, opting to return to your task at hand, bobbing your head back and forth with effort.

“Great, I-I’ll see you guys tomorrow,” Harry clicked the window closed, slamming the laptop shut. “Shit, oh shit,” He moaned out head lulling back on the headrest as he sucked in a deep breath.

You pulled his cock out of your mouth, mouthing at the sides to let him catch his breath.

“Get the fuck outta’ there,” He said, waiting for you to crawl out his desk and beside his chair, kneeling down at eye level to meet his dick. “What was that, hmm?”

“I told you, I missed you,” You pouted at him, your heel rubbing against your core and you subconsciously rocked back and forth at the feeling. He looked down at you, “You missed me so much y'even playing with your pussy in front of me,” You nodded. “Why don’t you show me how much?”

You licked your palm slowly, feeling your saliva trickle down your skin, wrapping his velvety hardness with spit. He groaned as you pumped him with your closed fist, the clicking noise filling his ears. “So much, Harry,” You rubbed his red tip against your lips, his precum tasting so delightful. “Missed you so much. Love you so much,”

“Yeah?”

“Mhm,” You whimpered, “I love sucking your cock,” You said while letting the tip of your tongue trace lightly over his head but he understood anyway. "Love making you feel good,"

“You want more?” You nodded, beginning to cover his mushroom head with your mouth again. “God, yes,” He groaned in relief, tilting his head up as he licked his lips slowly. The fingers in your hair tightened as you pulled off again, licking his base to get it wet, journeying lower to where his balls lay nice and tight. Your mouth puckered as you gently suctioned his balls, prodding your tongue in the middle of the sack that had him curling his toes. You pushed yourself higher, lifting your bum from your heel to gain an advantage to take him down your throat.

“So fuckin’ good,” He lulled, voice deep with lust as he watched you lay your tongue flat on your bottom lip, sheathing him inside your warm mouth over and over again until the heat spread to his upper body, forcing him to sit up and pull his shirt over his head. You moaned at the sight of his chest heaving, the butterfly on his stomach fluttering in anticipation. Your palm flattened against his belly, tapping it twice to let him know that you wanted him to take over. “You sure?”

“Yes, please,” You nodded, pulling your head back. “Open your mouth for me, then,”

You let your jaw go unhinged, sticking your tongue out as the underside of his cock grazed your textured organ, “Fuck, that’s it,” You stared at him with tortured eyes, wanting his hips to go faster but his caring nature wanted you to enjoy it just as much as he was. He shifted his hand to hold the back of your head, raising his hips to shove his cock deeper in your throat, fucking your mouth. He did this for a few more seconds until the wheels on the chair moved farther back, almost causing him to crash on the ground. You grasped his thick thighs in your hands, taking the control back by dipping your head back and forth until you needed to catch your breath.

“‘M about to fuckin’ blow, baby,”

You latched your mouth on his drippy tip, tracing the small veins with your tongue. One hand cradled his balls, rolling them around like a pair of die that simulated the blood flow to a pleasurable extent. Your other hand clutched his base, twisting your hand around it in circular motions while simultaneously going up and down. You suctioned your lips in a tight grip that it almost hurt, making sure that not one part of his dick was left untouched at any moment. “Holy shit, ‘m cumming,”

You doubled your efforts, not caring about the mess that you were leaving on your cheeks, your chin and your chest, even going as far as genuinely moaning at seeing Harry lose himself to the pleasure you were giving him. The noise he released came from within his chest, paired with shouts of your name and a ‘jesus fuck’, his stomach convulsing as his dick practically throbbed in your mouth at the force of his orgasm. His balls pulsing with each stroke of sticky, white cum painting your mouth until he softened between your plump cheeks. You swallowed heavily, using your fingers to catch the few drops that escaped back into your mouth.

“Tastes good?” He panted, watching you walk over to pick up your towel, wiping the excess bodily fluid from your body. You hummed in agreement, drying the tips of your hair off. “So good,”

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eeek

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[hearthandhomemagick]

Cottage Witch Journal Entry - Self Love, Sex and Other Things That Just Feel....Naughty

It wraps around your senses like silk. That fire in your tummy that you simmer down so often with bland love making and insecurity. 

It flickers and licks at your edges, hoping to rub your skin raw with the passion you know you want to let out.

It’s in the music. RnB slowed down, on reverb, echoing through the rooms walls. The bass is pulsing through you as your fingertips seem to just caress your limbs. 

No one has ever touched you more intimately than you could in this moment. No one knows the dips of your curves, or the scars across your skin. No one can love all of you as deeply as you could right. now. 

Don’t swallow that flame. 

Let it rise out from your pelvic, allowing it to crawl through the depths of your soul and out from between those rose petal lips. Let your body move like a serpent, weaving through the smoke filled air and inhaling the thick, hot atmosphere. 

You are sexy, my love.

You are the sultry song whispering in their ear. You are the wine that drips from their collarbone, a drunken need, unsatisfied with anything less than every part of you. 

Baby, I feel it to.

I am a Queen in my body. A God born into the world, no one can resist the confident aroma that wafts from my neck and wrists. I am the drug that brings ecstasy, the dessert that fills your plate, and the water the flows through your veins. 

I have lived my entire life hoping and praying a man could one day love me in my entirety.

How could I have been such a fool. To blatantly ignore the one person I’m stuck with the rest of my life.

Me.

A man cannot complete the parts of me taken by others. For a man did not create me. I did. 

Read that again, if you must, before we move on. Make it your mantra and own your Queen energy before continuing forward. Now, this is my journey to self acceptance through sexual passion and searching for the confidence and courage to enjoy it all again. To enjoy myself. 

If you resonate, feel free to openly communicate your thoughts, or even offer encouragement to yourself, to others and so on. Self-Love is a process and we don’t have to go through it alone.

I will start this with less-than-sexy, ugly and raw truth I’m sure everyone can relate to.

I have struggled with body and mental insecurities all my life. 

Last week alone I had an episode where comparing myself to someone else lead my body to emptying it’s contents on command. 

I get in these ruts where I simply hate myself, as if my own worst enemy was the brain I had to live with every day. I have days where I see myself and am purely disgusted with the weight that hangs from my bones. Over time, days turn into weeks, weeks to months...and this causes build up of dishes, laundry and trash. A nasty, and depressed home.

To hate yourself is one of the hardest things a person can go through in life. To abhor the very skin you live in. To say something, only to immediately regret it and overthink it for hours to come. To feel like the intrusive thoughts are constantly winning, and you are failing. I feel that, and I fucking hate it, man.

Even now, I feel weak. I feel extremely...wrong. And every action I try to take simply overloads my brain even further.

An analogy so I may describe the way my personal turmoil feels. 

Imagine swimming naked in a river. The cool flow of water against your skin seems to add a youthful energy to your blood. You did this often, just swimming in the clear river around you. 

Overtime, you decide to rest somewhere near the bank, choosing on standing in ankle-deep water. The water is beautiful, clear and has a lot of fish in it. And the current just feels good against your toes while the Sun licks the water from your skin.

You decide to stay here for a moment, it’s muddy but lovely. You don’t even fully notice that the water is rising. You brush it off as nothing because of how slow it is rising, and how beautiful the surface of the water looks. But, soon enough it hits your knees. This doesn’t bother you so much, but it has made you a bit perturbed, so you try to move. You then have the horrifying realization that your ankles are now trapped in the mud from standing there so long. The water starts rising, gaining momentum and soon enough it has reached your lower spine and your knees are now sinking deep beneath the mud. 

That’s when you realize the water hasn’t just been rising, you have also been sinking. You have slowly started becoming consumed by the dark, now murky water. Heart racing, you try to wiggle your feet out, but every time you lift one foot, the other drifts further down under your weight.

The water hits your neck and you stop. You know if you move then you’ll go further down. So you stay still. You stay and you wait quietly. The pressure of mud colluding your body is overbearing, and yet you try to stay positive because at least your head is above water, right?

But, you’re suffocating. And no one is checking on you, because you have never needed to be checked on before. You’ve never had to ask for help before, either. But you. are. suffocating. And you can’t stop the slow progression of water and mud. You’re cold, but it’s hard to feel anything at this point. You want to cry, but moving sinks you further so you hold it in. 

You’re stuck. And alone to boot.

Suffocating under things that could have been noticed prior to the damage. Suffocating under the weight and burden that seems to snake around your limbs. I’m tired, cold and too scared to ask for help.

In this moment, I hurt. In this moment, I’m not myself and can’t seem to get out of this nasty place with myself.

But, Carly, my love. You are putting in the effort. You are trying and you are more than enough. Take a deep breath and take in this silent moment. Cry, if you must. Loosen your muscles and let yourself be vulnerable. 

This next part is for me. Feel free to skip out or not, quite frankly I don’t care. I need this for me more than anything. If you want to skip, move past the italicized love letter to myself. We will get right back to the raunchy here in a minute.

Carly, it’s time to heal.

You are wonderful. I know you feel gross right now, and that’s understandable. But you have to keep eating. You can’t stop yourself from eating, it will create side affects before it creates the body you are so badly attached to wanting. Your brain is full of thoughts and ideas and intrusive images. 

You feel as though you’ve lost yourself in some way or another. You feel like you’re being left behind, forgotten or disregarded.

When is the last time you did something for you? Not to please others, but simply to make your heart happy? When is the last time you meditated? When is the last time you expressed your feelings healthily? When is the last time you simply took a moment to fucking breathe, dude?

That’s right. You can’t remember. So stop the negative shit right this second. Stop manifesting the things you don’t want to happen and start manifesting what YOU WANT TO HAPPEN. 

I feel a deep rooted connection with the river right now, and I want to bathe naked there. I want to get lost in the woods somewhere and sit with my thoughts so I can organize them without people putting their thoughts and ideas into my life. I want to be away from everyone and simply...be.

You are enough. You work out almost every day now, and if you don’t work out you definitely try to be active to some degree. Be excited for where you are going, along with appreciating where you are and have been. And you also are hyper aware of your eating habits. Maybe, just maybe, you should give yourself some space to grow and heal, the same way you tell everyone else to.

Carly, I love your curves. Every inch of your skin has a story to be read and I can’t wait to analyze it with my fingertips. Your eyes sparkle with delight and a fiery passion, when you speak you have something to say. You are graceful, you accept everyone as they are and love so deeply and thoroughly. You want so badly to let everyone know they are appreciated, that you care, and that you are strong enough to carry both of you. But you need to reassure yourself that you can carry you. 

It’s hard, I know. But those negative thoughts are temporary. Keep your head above water, and choose to float to the surface rather than drown. Surrender to the current pulling you out of the mud, appreciate where you are and trust that you will accomplish whatever you need to when the time comes.

The art of not trying so hard. 

Lao Tzu wrote literature of many, discussing flow and the art of not trying. It’s a mental game that, if overthought, can and will lead to the opposite of your efforts. Just let it go and stop fighting everything, if you need help then say it only to the people you want help from. Don’t cut yourself short, everything in your life is 100% done for you not against you. So stop trying, and just live.

Now, that suffocating feeling. 

Fuck. That. Shit.

If you don’t choke me, I’ll devour your breath. I will make sure you feel every single centimeter of my passion and fire. 

To feel goosebumps under my lips, and know I’m leaving marks every time my nails rake the entirety of your back. I want him to smell sex seeped into the sheets, to wallow in the energy that is my pussy. 

As I go down on him, I want his head between my thighs. His mouth consuming my soul. 

I want to walk, and his hand to meet my ass with a sudden greeting. I want his hands to go up my thighs in public places. I want him to take me somewhere hidden and take advantage of my body. I want him to crave me as much as I crave his attention. 

I want to not think so low of myself, because I deserve better. I deserve more and should want more for myself.

I’ve been trying too hard.

I look back at my past self and wish only to ask, “Who hurt you this bad?”

Maturity. 

Maturity comes with a knowing of ones self and having a sense of self control while recognizing you cannot control others. It is confidence in standing alone. Maturity is what you should aim for. 

You need to know who you are, and be absolutely positive of it. Stand confidently in your skin. Stop letting that shy shit get to you, it only holds you back from greatness.

Find your balance in maturity. You deserve that peace of mind. Appreciate where you are going, where you are, and where you have been. You’ve done so much already.

[masterwords]

Blaze Like Meteors (Part Four)

Warnings: Alcohol, drugged drink, vomit, graphic violence, sexual harassment - all pretty canon-typical yuck stuff.

Notes: Here we go, the finale! We're going to end it on a sappy happy note, okay? Because I need this kind of romantic cliche in my life.

Previously On: THE ASK THAT STARTED IT ALL, PART ONE, PART TWO, PART THREE

The seating area was bathed in a sickening blue green hue, fluorescent bulbs flickering like fireflies above their heads as they sat and waited for Morgan and Hotch to be released. The four of them sat in the squeaky vinyl seats, electrified by the night, ready to spring into action the moment they had any news at all, no matter what it was. Morgan was brought out first, wheeled against his will and arguing with the poor nurse about the man he came in with. The nurse just assured him that he was being taken care of and he couldn't say more before dropping him off with the team.

“How are you?”

He had no idea who asked. JJ, maybe? Or Prentiss. He hadn't looked, was just staring down the hallway, watching the nurse disappear into the swinging double doors with the empty wheelchair. He felt Garcia's hand on his thigh and she leaned against him, sighing.

“I'm fine. Any news on Hotch?” he asked, too distracted by what he perceived to be his utter failure to consider his own injuries. JJ shook her head.

“Nothing yet,” came Rossi's strained voice from his right and Morgan knew the two of them were going to have words later, he could feel the heat of the other man's anger radiating from seats away. Morgan just hummed and nodded, his eyes tired and far away. He had to make a move, couldn't just sit there and shut down, this was still a murder investigation and they were still in charge of how it went.

“Prentiss and JJ, I need you to go back to the station. We need someone there when the police start asking them questions...and it can't be me.” Couldn't be him because he couldn't trust that he wouldn't put his fist clean through any one of their faces on first sight. They both nodded in unison, neither one wanting to leave but they had their orders and Morgan didn't look like someone to argue with at the moment. “Start with James. Nail that piece of shit to the wall. Make it stick.” He sent them because he trusted them, because James was afraid of women and they could intimidate him, because they were scary and he needed to use that to his advantage. If he couldn't be there to beat the living hell out of all four of them, he would need his best agents there as surrogates, and there were no better options than Prentiss and JJ.

When the doctor finally came out and updated them on Hotch's status, it was vague at best. He pulled Morgan and Rossi aside as they were both named in his file as proxy and secondary, told them there was deep pelvic bruising and ligament damage consistent with victims of sexual assault but Hotch wasn't talking so he couldn't be sure. He was experiencing a great deal of chest and abdominal pain and some bleeding, his blood alcohol content was much higher than it should have been after looking at his list of current medications, information neither Morgan or Rossi had considered. There were a few more injuries he glossed over and summed it up by saying, a little too nonchalantly for Morgan's taste, that there wasn't anything they considered life threatening at the moment, but he wasn't in good shape nonetheless. He said he was going to be keeping him for a few hours of observation, and in the meantime he would allow one person at a time to come back and sit with him, try to get him to talk a little. As much as Morgan desperately wanted to be the one, the only one, he asked Rossi to go instead. He told him Hotch would want to see him first, tried to smooth things over the best he could, maybe Hotch would talk to Rossi, it was worth a shot. Rossi left without a word and followed the doctor, didn't acknowledge Morgan even a little, just walked along the corridor listening to the doctor until they reached Hotch's room. It was dark, the television was on and the curtain was drawn around the bed for some semblance of privacy. They had Hotch propped up on some pillows but the way he leaned into them told Rossi he wasn't comfortable, he was in some considerable pain.

“They tell me you're not talking,” Rossi said, pulling a chair up close to Hotch's bed. Hotch just stared at the television with empty eyes, didn't move even a little. “They have questions about what happened, Aaron. They can't help you if you don't help them.”

“I can't remember,” he croaked, his voice nothing but a ghostly hoarse whisper, without taking his eyes off of the TV. He wasn't watching it, not really, it was just a convenient point to focus on, the blue glow in the darkness burned his eyes, drew him in. His jaw hurt, it was stiff and cracked when he moved it, shot sparks of pain up the side of his face and into his forehead. He didn't want to talk, wished anyone else had come to see him, someone who wouldn't try to get him to say anything. He wasn't lying, he couldn't remember. He could recall the game of pool vaguely, the man behind him, pressing against him, and everything else came in bursts, flashes of pain and light and cruel words that meant nothing, spoken out of context, out of time. He's not worth saving, that part he remembered. It wouldn't do the doctors any good, though. His hips were stiff, his lower back around to his pelvis complete agony even through the steady drip of the IV trying its best to numb it, and he didn't know what happened, why he hurt so bad, but he knew he didn't want to say a word about it. The idea of speculating, filling in the blanks, understanding what exactly it was that the doctors were looking to find answers for was far too much for his fragile sense of self-worth. Rossi tried a few more times to get him to talk, and when he came up empty handed, he resigned himself to patting his friend on the hand, telling him he loved him, and excusing himself to let someone else have a turn.

Reid appeared next, beside the curtain a few silent moments later, his long mane of curls a mess, illuminated like a neon halo by the blue light of the TV. He turned his eyes to meet Reid, watched as he scooted clumsily between pieces of equipment, leaned his crutches up against the wall and made himself as comfortable as he could in the chair Rossi had pulled up moments before. He pursed his lips, glanced at the TV, then back at Hotch.

“I um,” he began, and Hotch turned to meet his eyes, blinking slowly through his heavy drugged lids, eyes drenched in sadness. There wasn't any other word for what Reid saw there. It was a deep, intense sadness that reached far beyond the effects of this case, he knew that for certain.

“I heard everything, Hotch. Your doctors are worried that your injuries were caused by,” he cleared his throat, feeling the weight of the words he was saying to his boss strike him. He wished it could be anyone else giving this speech, anyone at all because they'd do a better job, be of more comfort. He didn't know how to do that, he knew how to spit out the facts, he could tell Hotch word for word everything he heard but he knew if Derek were there he'd tell him not to, just paraphrase and leave out the worst of it. “They want to know if your injuries were caused by sexual assault, they asked me to try and get you to talk but...well, the fact is, you don't need to and I think you know that. You asked me to be your eyes and ears for a reason and I understand now...I get it. You planned it this way, you planned to be reckless because you knew I could put the pieces together for you in the end. So...I just, I wanted you to know that I saw most of what happened, until the camera went out, and I heard everything. I remember everything. I kept the mic on until we knew you were safe, and nothing happened. He tried, he tried to...in the bathroom...but you fought him off. He hurt you, but...not in the way the doctors are worried about. I can tell them all of that.”

Hotch nodded. He was sure he knew that, knew nothing had happened, but it helped to hear it from someone he trusted. There was a sudden flood of relief that washed over him, settled his twisted insides and he closed his eyes, let himself breathe in and out unhindered for the first time since being in that bed.

“Thank you,” he whispered, eyes still closed. “For everything.” His throat burned with every word, every syllable like shards of glass through his swollen windpipe and Reid could see it on his face, he remembered the strangled, desperate gasping sounds in his ear. He could remember the sound of every injury, glancing over his friend, every single one of them.

“I'm just sorry I couldn't do more,” Reid mumbled, rubbing mindlessly at the brace on his knee. Hotch opened his eyes, locked onto Reid's hard, a little too intense maybe but he had no ability to regulate his emotions, they were flowing as free and as strong as the muddy Mississippi and if they flooded the banks, breached the levies, took out a town or two, so be it.

“You were great.” He wanted to say more but he couldn't form the words, and even if he could, there was a chance he might not say them. Monologues and inspirational speeches weren't his style and he was utterly exhausted. Every time he moved his joints cried out for mercy, his chest nothing more than a vice squeezing the life out of him slowly and talking was at bottom of the list of things he wanted to do. Instead he just watched as Reid smiled, a proud little smile that illuminated his features and he tried to return the smile the best he could. He owed the younger man at least that much. In truth, he owed him his life, but the true weight of that would have to wait for another day.

“I got you this shirt...” Garcia said, extending her arms with a smile to Morgan, who was angrily pacing the length of the hallway in a hospital gown because he'd been hoping to have someone bring him his go bag but didn't want to ask. He'd given his shirt to Hotch and that was nowhere to be seen. He paused his pacing and opened the bag Garcia handed him, inside was a pastel pink t-shirt with a teddy bear and the hospital logo on the front. He shook his head and smiled, letting her remove the ties from the gown before he slipped it over his head slowly, painfully aware of how tight the stitches in his back were. She helped him pull it down over his shoulder blades, gently covering his injuries and tucking it into his belt just the way he liked. She thought he looked cool.

“I got one that matches for myself because it's just the flippin cutest thing ever. And...here.” She handed him a bag, folded shut, with a little wink. He peeked inside and saw another, and by the look on her face, he knew exactly who it was for. "I heard what you said back there, and I want you to know that I won't say anything to anyone...but for what it's worth, I hope he understands how incredibly fortunate he is Derek Morgan. I can't think of very many people on this planet who deserve the kind of love you have."

"Thanks, babygirl," Morgan said, pulling her into a hug, kissing her on top of the head. His anger melted away momentarily while he held her, considered what she'd said.

Morgan took his turn last, told everyone else they could head back to the police station in the van to pack up, help JJ and Prentiss with interrogation if necessary. He'd bring Hotch back in the rust bucket, the troopers had left it behind for them just in case. The doctors assured them they just needed to observe him while the drugs wore off and get him hydrated, to make sure he wouldn't have any adverse reactions, the rest of his injuries could be cared for by his physicians at home in the coming days. It was just a matter of making him comfortable in the meantime. They could be on the jet before daybreak if they played their cards right.

“I meant what I said earlier,” Morgan said, sitting gingerly beside Hotch on the bed, sliding right up next to him, mindful of the multitude of stiff stitches running a track up his back. He'd had plenty of time in that waiting area to plan out exactly what he would say, or wouldn't say, but the moment he saw Hotch lying in the bed all plans went out the window and he went on autopilot. He'd been seething with anger, to the point of nearly putting his fist through a wall over and over thinking about what he'd say to James Harden or the woman who said there wasn't anything worth saving in Hotch. What he would do to them if he saw them, he wouldn't be able to use words, just fists.

“I know,” was Hotch's gentle reply, and he slid his hand to the side of the bed and clicked the television off. He no longer wanted the distraction, not from Morgan.

“And you don't feel the same. I get it, it's all good. You may not know this about me, but I do get rejected sometimes...not often, but it's happened. I'll live.” Morgan grinned, leaning back until they were side by side, carefully commandeering the bed for himself. He groaned as his stitches pulled tight and Hotch did his best to scoot over, to make room, but it was so painful he didn't make it far before giving up, admitting defeat and sagging back into the pillows with a groan. Morgan didn't really want him to move anyway.

“I never said that.”

“So what did you say?” Morgan asked, raising an eyebrow. Hotch opened his mouth, lips parting just slightly indicating that he wasn't finished with his previous statement. At that, Morgan shut his mouth, pursing his lips in a sweet little smile that betrayed his curiosity. He couldn't help it. Maybe it was the beer, or the exhaustion, or the adrenaline rush but he was enjoying this little chase, even if it ended in a big pile of nothing.

“The FBI has strict rules about fraternization...”

“It's cool. Really. You don't need to hand me any excuses.”

“That isn't...I'm not good at this.” Hotch was, very clearly, exasperated. He huffed, closed his eyes and chastised himself silently. It hurt to speak, it took every ounce of energy he had to focus on pushing the words out, and every word he uttered was completely wrong, a waste of his efforts. He was frustrated and it showed. His hand fluttered up, pressed hard against a sudden pain in his ribs and he closed his eyes to breathe through it.

“It's just us, Aaron. Just you and me and these noisy ass machines telling me you're still alive.”

When the pain ceased, faded back to where it belonged, he opened his eyes again and made another attempt.

“Morgan, you're my superior. If we cross this line, no one can know or we may both lose our jobs. Is that a chance you're willing to take? Are you willing to put your job on the line for me?” I'm not worth saving is what he meant by that, but he didn't say it, knew Morgan disagreed even if it did carry some truth. He wasn't worth savings because he couldn't be saved, he'd been shattered to pieces and glued back together enough times that he was just barely limping his way to the finish line. Morgan knew it wasn't a joke, but he let out a short burst of laughter at the bit about being Hotch's superior, like he'd almost forgotten such a trivial thing as which one of them was in charge of a team they both lead in very distinct ways every single day. He put an end to it quickly, though, and nodded, grabbing Hotch's cold, clammy hand in his.

“How are you always cold?” he asked, twisting his fingers between Hotch's, pulling his hand to his lips and pressing a soft series of kisses there against his icy knuckles. “I'm game if you are.” .

Without hesitation or further discussion, Hotch let his head fall, resting against the solid muscle that was Morgan's shoulder and his eyes drifted shut. They had a few hours to go, and he was spent, ready to check out. Morgan rested his cheek against Hotch's head, breathing in the scent of him, and found himself nodding off as well. Neither woke until the nurses came through with the discharge papers.

Hotch didn't talk much on the drive back to the police station. They'd given him a steroid shot to try and open his airway until his physicians could evaluate for possible intervention, but it didn't do much to help the pain so silence was preferable and Morgan didn't mind it much. He'd gotten used to Hotch's silence over the years, learned to read his body language in the absence of words. Right now, he knew that Hotch needed quiet, he needed sleep, so he didn't try to engage him, just rolled down the window and watched him sleep with his head hanging just enough out to feel the warm night breeze. He wondered what was going on in that head of his, what dreams were manifesting, whether they were filled with good or evil he couldn't tell. When he took a tight turn, Hotch shifted, leaning toward him now, away from the window. He played with Hotch's hair as he drove, a mindless thing to do with his fingers, twisting themselves in the jet black peppered with chaotic bits of silver. By the time they reached the air strip, Hotch's seat belt was off and he had re-positioned himself with his head on Morgan's lap, dead to the world. Whatever drugs they'd pumped him full of in the hospital were doing their job, and he had the dark spot of drool on his pants to prove it. He sat, frozen, staring at the jet as it was prepared for take off, knowing that the entire team was on board, and he thought about buying this old junker and just hitting the road, driving back to Quantico with Hotch sleeping away right where he was. No one could blame him, he was sure, and how much could this old rust bucket possibly cost? It was a part of their story now. But there was the jet and what Hotch had said about keeping things quiet was still echoing in his ears, he knew they had to get on board, to put on the show. He slipped the car into park and cut the ignition, gently jostling Hotch until he woke.

“We're here,” Morgan said as softly as he could. “Let's go home.” Hotch nodded and let Morgan help him sit upright, gritting his teeth at the deep ache in his pelvis and hips. Before they made another move, before anyone would see them, Morgan leaned in and, with one hand against the back of Hotch's head, pressed his mouth gently against the other man's, parting his lips and just drinking in the moment, just the two of them, because he didn't know when they'd get another like it. Wordlessly, breathlessly, Morgan helped him out of the car and up the stairs, and maybe it was the drugs or still being half asleep, but Hotch allowed it, every bit of it, without complaint or resistance. Morgan walked him right to the back, to a seat beside Rossi, and eased him down slowly until he was resting wearily against the older man.

“He's all yours,” Morgan announced, draping a blanket over Hotch and offering Rossi his best, most apologetic smile. “I'm sorry, Rossi. I honestly thought it would turn out better, I should have listened to you.”

“We caught all of them, it went as well as we could have hoped, really. I'm sorry I was so hard on you, I know you had the best intentions, I just can't help it, I worry about him.”

Morgan forced a smile and a shrug, trying to ignore the way it killed him that he put Hotch in this situation. Put him face to face with his second serial killer in two months time, put him in danger just to win.

“I do too, Rossi.”

“I know,” Rossi said softly, and for a moment Morgan felt exposed entirely, like Rossi could see everything plain as day, but then they both shifted a little and he he walked away toward his own seat, beside Garcia just hoping that Rossi hadn't pieced it together. All he wanted was to sit beside Hotch, to protect him, to breathe him in but he knew Rossi could handle it, would appreciate it, and it was a hell of a forensic countermeasure. Hotch settled in easily there beside Rossi, like he'd done a million times before, to his place of safety and comfort beside an old friend. A friend who had his back through thick and thin, a friend who never wavered or shied away from challenging the orders of a superior in order to protect those he loved. Hotch settled there and he looked peaceful, and Rossi looked happy, and it was the best outcome Morgan could have asked for.

As Garcia wrapped herself around Morgan and settled in for the two hour flight home, all she could think about was how sweet it was to be the only one who knew that once all of the prying eyes had gone their separate ways, Morgan and Hotch would be going home together.

[otomefoxystar]

Brutal Fall

Fandom : Kissed by the Baddest Bidder

Suitor : Eisuke

Trigger Warnings: Miscarriage

Genre: Angst

It had been an exciting couple of months _ _ _ and Eisuke were expecting a baby and she had an appointment in a couple of days to find out the baby’s sex and Eisuke was over the moon excited stating

“ When we find out what it is we should go buy an outfit that’s either pink or blue.”

She slept in that morning because she was just simply exhausted. Once she had gotten dressed and was ready to go down to the lounge she walked down the stairs, but her shoe slipped off causing her to slip and fall down the stairs. Eisuke and the other bidders witnessed the whole thing and Eisuke ran over to her.

“ Why would you wear such senseless shoes?” He demanded angrily but wasn’t angry with her it was more of a mixture of worry and panic.

As he cradled her head in his lap she suddenly writhed in pain and screamed out. Ota looked over at her noticing the blood staining her pants, over the pelvic area. He didn’t know much about pregnancies or babies, but Ota did know that wasn’t right.

“What is it _ _ _ ?” He asked concerned.

“ Eisuke” he didn’t listen he was too focused on _ _ _ to pay any attention to Ota.

“ Eisuke!” He said more firmly. Finally, he looked over at Ota with a glare.

“ What!? Can’t you see I’m preoccupied?!”

“ That’s why I’ve been trying to get your fucking attention! She’s bleeding!”

Soryu skimmed her body, seeing the blood seeping through her pants. He sprang into action immediately scooping _ _ _ up out of Eisuke’s grasp and rushing to the elevator.

“ Come on!” He yelled at Eisuke who seemed to be in a state of shock. Who finally got up and sped over to the elevator.

Soryu placed her in the back seat, laying down on Eisuke’s lap, bloody and all. While Soryu got into the driver’s seat and sped towards the hospital. Eisuke stroked her hair and looked at her frightened face.

“ I’m scared Eisuke” She croaked in pain.

“ It’s okay to be scared, I’m right here baby okay I won’t leave you.” He grabbed her hand and squeezed tightly, just before she lost consciousness.

Eisuke carried her unconscious body into the Emergency Room with her blood staining his suit,

“ We need help!” Eisuke demanded as soon as they walked into the hospital.

Nurses immediately got her into a bed and wheeled her over to a room made of curtains.

“ She’s eighteen weeks pregnant, and she fell down the stairs,” Eisuke said heavy-hearted

After hearing that she was pregnant they immediately wheeled in an ultrasound machine and attached heart rate monitors to her stomach and took her blood pressure. Eisuke looked on as they worked on the love of his life.

“ We need to get her into the OR, she’s experiencing placental abruption!” Eisuke just looked on not knowing what that meant and having no one explain anything to him.

She had an oxygen mask on as they rushed her to the OR. The doctor stayed behind and Eisuke looked at the doctor, completely bewildered.

“ What is going on? Where are they taking my wife?!”

The doctor looked at him calmly and Soryu came and stood beside Eisuke squeezing his shoulder in an attempt to show him that he wasn’t going anywhere.

“ The placenta has detached from the uterus it can cause complications to the mother and the fetus, we need to operate right away.” The doctor then looked at Eisuke firmly.

“ I want you to understand that there is a high chance that the fetus -“

“ Baby! It’s not just a fetus it has a beating heart it’s a baby...Our...baby” Eisuke cut him off

“ I apologize, but I want you to prepare yourself. The baby might not survive the surgery.”

Hours later the doctor finally emerged and stood in front of Eisuke.

“ Mr. Ichinomiya? Your wife’s surgery was successful. Though, I must warn you there were some complications.” Eisuke’s stomach flipped.

“What kind of complications?” The doctor held a saddened expression

“ the baby didn’t make it, and in addition, we weren’t able to save her uterus, we had to do an emergency hysterectomy.”

“ Are you saying not only did our baby pass away, but you’ve also prevented us from ever having any future children of our own?”

“ It was a last resort, I assure you, but her uterus was just too damaged. We had no choice. I am very sorry for your loss.”

The doctor bowed and left Eisuke standing there clenching his fists so hard his nails dug into his palm.

“ The important thing is that _ _ _ is alive and that you have each other,” Soryu said trying to comfort him, but Eisuke looked into nothingness

“ How am I going to tell her Soryu?”

[imagination-of-a-melted-bitch]

Destroyer || Zora x Reader

Author’s Note: Well, well, well, I haven’t stopped writing, I’ve just been writing for non-existent people. Anyway, any matter, ignore my self-indulgence. Here’s a smut I wrote for Zora Ideale from Black Clover, enjoy!

Prompt: Inspo

Pairing: Zora x Reader

Word Count: 1.914k

Warning: none~

After a long night of partying alongside your fellow Black Bull squadmates, you find yourself stumbling down the hall, a pair of hot hands on your waist. You're nothing but a giggling mess, shirt slipping off your shoulder, those hands finding their way up your skirt. You stop, back against your door, hands running over the hard body of the owner of those hot hands. They are curious, feeling over every inch of his body, up over his abs, feeling the way he flexes them under your touch, over his chest. His share the same curiosity, under your skirt, slipping past your panties to run over your quivering slit. His fingers are calloused, as expected in his line of work, but they feel so nice sliding down your heated core. He grits his teeth at the unexpected wetness, his fingers eager, twitching in excitement as he pushes two of them past your entrance. Your hands grip his shoulders, steadying yourself, holding yourself between the door and his hard body. He drops his head so his lips are next to your ear, his fingers moving faster, almost taunting you, almost assuring you. "I can feel your blood pressure rise." Those words pack a punch, a deep feeling in your stomach, a feeling that can almost be mistaken for butterflies but is nothing more than a shared lust.

"Fuck this tension," You whimper, opening the door you laid upon, the both of you stumbling into your room because of the action. "I need you Zora." Those words are everything he needs to hear, everything he wants to hear. He rips his fingers from that sacred spot between your legs, running the digits over your quivering lips. You suck the two digits into your mouth graciously, moaning at your taste, moaning at the lewd action of tasting yourself off his fingers. You're quick in disregarding your own clothing, by the time the two of you hit your bed, you're completely stripped of any pesky obstacles and Zora's pulling his own jeans from his body. You color yourself impressed, watching him pull the tight leather fabric from his thick thighs. He wears a pair of briefs, a dark spot decorating the front, his arousal thick, clouding. Your lips are hot against his, hands exploring once again. You're pulling him close, needing to feel him flush against you, his skin hot, almost fiery, burning a memorable impression against your skin. One of his hands holds your face, it isn't a loving touch, not even caring, it's almost as if he's holding you in place, right where he wants you, right where he needs you.

"I know you taste delightful." Those words carry meaning, one that lets you know he was more than eager to taste you, the other letting you know he regretted letting you taste yourself off his fingers. "You want that kitten? You want me to taste you?" He doesn't await an answer and instead slips down your body, forcing your legs wide open for his wondering tongue. His tongue snakes over his lips like a serpent's, delving between your swollen lower lips. Your back arches off the bed, had it been this long? Is the only thing you can wonder, his tongue feeling like fire against your slit. His tongue is long and slender, easily flicking along your quivering cunt. His eyes lock with yours and it's like time's frozen when he sucks your throbbing clit past his lips. Your eyes snap shut, thighs clamping around his head, trapping him. Zora can only chuckle, the position comforting, warm, holding him directly where he wanted to be. His tongue flicks against your clit, a deadly combination with his action of sucking the aching bud into his mouth. You know the hideout is crowded with your fellow squadmates but the noises that leave your lips can't be helped. These rooms aren't exactly soundproof, and the proof is in the pudding, the sounds that you produce as a result of his tongue moving skillfully against your cunt.

"Zora," His name is a breathless moan, one of your hands pushing through his fiery locks, tugging at the roots. "Zora," His name is the only thing that runs through your mind, his tongue, his touch, the only thing that clouds your mind, blocking all other coherent thoughts. You were putty in his hands, it had been a long time but he was honestly just that skilled. He wasted no time with his fingers, his tongue running wildly along your core, licking up every last drop, truly tasting you as he had expressed. "I'm close," You cry, your other hand stretching forward to embed itself in his hair, tugging at the locks, pulling him impossibly closer. You can feel him smirk against your heat, his cherry on top, the graze of his teeth over your bud. "Zora!" You scream his name like a mantra, hips wildly bucking off the mattress, the grip you have on his head with your thighs only tightening. You feel as if you're floating and so soon in. Zora has to force himself from between your thighs, only to catch his breath. He sits between your thighs, and without his mask you can take in all his beauty. He sat, cocky as ever, almost as if he were an animal, basking in the hunt, basking in the feast. His face is glistening in the moonlight, the bottom half of his face covered with your juices, when he got down to business, he got down.

"You taste just as delightful as I've fantasized." There's that word, that roll that rolls beautifully from his lips, invading all your senses. Zora wipes his face clean, making a show of sucking your juices from the two digits he had used to finger you in the hall. He moans at the taste, his usually hooded eyes wide, drinking you in, not wanting to miss a thing. "I'm sorry, kitten, but I don't think I can wait any longer." He frees himself from his briefs, and you can't say you were expecting what you were greeted with. His cock is long and thick, countering his physical appearance. His shaft is rigid, a vein running up the underside of his cock. You reach down, a hand wrapping around him, he's warm, throbbing in your hand. At your touch, his tip can only leak more, the liquid pooling against your abdomen. You find yourself dazed, almost drunk with your own lust, and your fingers dip in the pool of the liquid, sucking the salty evidence of arousal into your mouth. "Oh, come on, you keep that up and I'll just have to destroy this pretty little figure of yours."

You run the tip of his cock along your slit, rubbing it against your clit, whimpering at the action of your own self-indulgence. Zora watches the way you move his cock over your core, just a little more, just a little closer. You place the tip of his cock at your entrance and bring your other hand up to cup his chin, bringing his attention back to your face. "Then destroy me." Zora lets out the most animalistic growl, teeth-baring as he pushes forward, his hips meeting yours in a rushed movement. "Zora!" Your legs wrap hastily around his waist, pulling him in closer, wanting to feel him all, needing to feel everything he had to offer. His cock nearly splits you in half, his movement pushing you halfway up the bed, head hitting against the headboard. Zora's hands hold your waist, pushing and pulling you along the bed, pulling you to meet his thrust, his thighs meeting the back of yours. You hold onto him for dear life, your new hold allowing you to stay somewhat in place, the hitting of your head against the headboard stopping.

"Destroy you?" Zora lets out that blood-curling chuckle, the noise settling deep in your stomach, a new wave of juices gushing out around his cock. "That's all you had to say kitten." His hips are relentless, bruising your pelvic with ease. The sounds that leave your lips resemble that of an animal in heat, your chest heaves, pleasure overtaking your entire form. Your body shakes and trembles under him, you've completely succumbed to him and his feverish touch. To him and his honey words, to him and his cock as he split you in half, fuck quite literally fucking the senses out of you. The only thing you can manage to say is his name but even that sounds slurred, almost unrecognizable. "I'll destroy ya, alright." Zora leans over your body, chest pressed against yours, forehead pressed against yours, a position you'd never imagine him liking but yet, this closeness, this proximity, is what he needs. His pace only increases, nearly tenfold, his hands pulling your legs away from his waist to sneak them over his shoulders. "You take me so well kitten. So warm and so tightly wrapped around my cock." He shudders above you, a sign of his own end nearing. You're sure you can come from just this, with the way you're reacting to just his thrust, it feels so good, almost too good as if it were a dream, nothing more than a fantasy of finally being able to have him in this way.

You cup his face, his eyes wide open, boring in your e/c orbs. He's begging you to finish, to come around his cock. "I'm gonna-I'm going to-" You can't finish your sentence, fingers grasping the hair at the nape of his neck. You finish, and with a crash. Your thighs shake, toes curling onto themselves. Your orgasm hits you in waves, waves that you struggle to keep your head above, clawing and scratching for the surface. It was too much, a wave you could not best, a wave that dragged you under, your body succumbing to its force, its power. Despite this overwhleming amount of pleasure you can't bring yourself to close your eyes, needing to watch his every move, the way the vein in his neck pops when he reaches his own ending. The way his eyes flutter shut for just a moment, his soft lashes hitting the apples of his cheeks, he looked so beautiful in this moment. He shudders, cock swelling against your walls, his cock pumping you full of his seed.

"Fuck," He chuckles, beads of his sweat hitting your chest and they feel like they each way a ton. Zora moves your legs from over his shoulders only to wrap them around his waist, keeping his position. He finds himself acting out of character, lips crashing against yours as the heat of the moment dissolves in the room. You can only kiss him back, the taste of yourself invading your mouth, the taste of himself invading his mouth, more intimate than either of you could imagine. Zora pulls himself from you, and his softening cock rests against your inner thigh, heavy, reminding you of just moments before. "You're such a fun little kitten, so unbreakable-" Zora chuckles, rolling to your side. You giggle, rolling over onto your side as well so you're face to face once again. "You keep looking at like that I might just have to stay around here for a little longer than planned." You can only smile at his words, so very much like him.

"You leave again, I will never let you touch me." You huff, turning your nose up at him. Zora makes a small noise and before you know it, you're wrapped in his arms, splayed across his chest.

"Now, now, no need to get hasty."

[hisunshiine]

—where do you want me? | sope x reader

⟢ pairing: BTS!yoongi x stylist noona!reader x BTS!hobi

⟢ word count: 2.2k

⟢ genre: nsfw 18+, BTS is BTS, smut, pwp. 

⟢ warnings: tension and teasing, the title is said 5 times LOL explicit smut: threesome, noona kink, semi-public sex, double penetration

⟢ summary: Oh, this story is quite self-explanatory—and with that being said...where do you want me?  

⟢ an: dont judge me sksksk

Being a stylist noona is perhaps one of your greatest accomplishments. You were in the rehearsal room, watching 3 of the boys prepare for their dress rehearsal before trying out the full practice on the stage. Leaned up against the mirror, you watched as Hoseok tried out the new pants he had for this stage. They were black leather, but specially made for performers so that he could still perform all of his dance moves perfectly. This was his first time performing UGH! In full costume, and you had painstakingly worked with the designers to create the perfect outfit for the moment when he would perform his monumental third verse. 

It was your favorite. 

You sighed, eyes never leaving him as he practiced the way he would deliver the lines, the buildup into a baepsae-esque pelvic thrust when he raps “욱 욱 욱 욱!” Namjoon and Yoongi both smiled, letting out loud whoops at Hobi’s moves, and you enjoyed the way he was feeling himself. You trailed your eyes from his shoes, black like his whole outfit with red laces to highlight the red accents in his shirt, up across his taught thighs, his lithe hips, and firm chest until you reached the beautiful alabaster expanse of his neck to his face. His hair was pushed up off of his forehead, and his eyes, the deepest brown, were on you. You froze when you made eye contact with him, heat moving towards your cheeks, and you almost turned away… but something made you maintain eye contact with him.

Son Sung Deuk, their long time dance director, called out to the boys to get them in position. Hobi, who still hadn’t taken his eyes off of you, called back to Song Deuk-hyung “𝘞𝘩𝘦𝘳𝘦 𝘥𝘰 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘸𝘢𝘯𝘵 𝘮𝘦?”

You couldn’t help but feel that he was directing it more towards you.

You knelt down to the left of Yoongi, pins clutched between your lips as you fixed a rip in his pants. He had gone a little too hard after performing UGH! on the stage for the final rehearsal, and kicked his leg up a little too high. The proximity of your face to his groin was illegal, the way you could tell just how big he was after an adrenaline filled performance was not something you just get used to. 

“Sorry about this, Noona.” Yoongi’s calming voice traveled down to where you were kneeling, sewing shut the last of the ripped seam. This would hold it together temporarily until rehearsals were over so that you could then use the machine to sew it properly before tomorrow’s show. Finally, they were starting the MOTS Tour, and everyone was anxious. 

You set the pins down from your mouth as you finished, shaking your head.

“Don’t worry about it Yoongs, you just go out there and kill it tomorrow. I’ll have these patched up in no time.”

You flinch slightly when his hand moves to curl the hair that was loose from your ponytail  behind your ear. When you realized what he was doing, you relaxed, involuntarily leaned into his hand. You hold back a gasp as his thumb grazes your cheek softly, and by the time you’ve moved to look up at him, he’s walking back over to the group discussing the stage changes. 

You grab your tiny tomato pushpin and mini sewing kit, rushing off of the stage to “use the bathroom”. 

It went on like this the rest of the evening. Hobi would set you motionless with his stare, pinning you as he drank you in. And Yoongi would get away with subtle touches here and there, setting your core on fire. You were standing off the edge of the stage watching the maknae’s run around jovially, so happy to kick off this much anticipated tour. While you were watching them, you heard a voice yelling out to you. Hoseok was standing behind you further in the wings tussling with his shirt. 

“Noona, I need you!”

As it turns out Hobi called you over for help adjusting his shirt as it wouldn’t tuck into his pant’s properly, and you could barely get your fingers to stop shaking as you pushed them lightly into the band of his pants and tugged the shirt around his waist, trying to get it to sit properly. 

“I-I’m going to n-need to undo your b-belt..” you stammer, unable to make eye contact. 

“Okay Noona, I don’t mind.” You take a deep breath to steady yourself before you reach and start undoing his belt. It seems like both of you stop breathing as your fingers fold back the cold metal to pull the strap through. Once open, you undo the top button on his pants, and you sigh in relief as you realize the shirt was bunched improperly and not the wrong size. You’re so focused on fixing the shirt now that you don't realize you’ve stepped closer to him and wrapped your arms around him to fix the back until you hear an intake of breath from above you. You look up, realizing from where his eyes are focused that your chest is pushed firmly against him, and he has a direct line of sight into your shirt.

“Oh!” 

You step away, putting space between you when you back into a solid frame. 

“Wow, Noona, I know you get close to us, but I didn’t know it was like that.” Yoongi’s voice, deep and strong in a pleasant way, washed over your shoulder. You shiver, a chill from the air he expelled snaking over your collarbones. 

“I-I uh, I didn’t, I wasn’t think- I’m sorry Hobi-” 

Yoongi’s eyes meet Hobi’s and you can see the silent communication between them.

“Follow me.” A hand grasps your wrist and tugs you gently farther away from the stage and deeper into the darkness behind the stage. 

Once you’ve made it far enough away that you can’t hear anyone else nearby, Hobi stops walking and you almost plow into him. He turns around to face you and before you can move, his lips are on yours. He tastes like he smells, a soft vanilla flavor, and you melt into the kiss, making it easy for him to swipe for entry into your mouth. His tongue explores you, tasting you, and you gasp when you feel two sets of hands roaming your body as another pair of soft lips leave hot, wet open mouthed kisses to your neck and shoulder.

You moan, arching your back so your chest to chest with one and ass to hardening cock with the other. A set of cold hands slide up under your shirt, pushing their way under your bra to cup your breasts; Yoongi’s fingers deftly pinch and pull your nipples as Hobi’s hands squeeze at your waist, pulling you flush to his body.

As Hobi pulls away from the kiss, a string of saliva still connects you, his pupils are blown and his breathing hard. 

“Fuck, Noona..”

“Hobi, Yoongi… We said it wouldn’t happen again.” Your voice is low, and not concealing the desire you have pooling in your panties.

Yoongi nips at your neck. 

“But I want you, Noona, I want you so badly, can’t you tell?” He presses his erection onto you, and you squeeze your thighs together, an action they both notice.

“You want us too, baby.”

“Fuck...” you moan out as Yoongi continues his ministrations on your aroused nipples, Hobi leaning into kiss you again, trailing kisses from your lips to your ear. You feel your willpower dissolve.

“𝘞𝘩𝘦𝘳𝘦 𝘥𝘰 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘸𝘢𝘯𝘵 𝘮𝘦?” you ask.

“So good baby… fu-- you fuck me so good..” you’re mewling as Hobi splits you, penetrating your core, walls tightening every stroke he takes. You’ve gushed all over his dick, and the squelching sound as he fucks into you is lewd and dirty and you fucking love it. He has you bent over the arm of one of the backroom couches, while Yoongi’s alabaster thighs are in front of you, kneeling on the couch.

“You’re too loud Noona, someone might hear.” Yoongi caresses your head, and the pulsing head of his cock is pressed gently to your lips, awaiting entrance. You open your lips gently around the bulb of his head, and suck him in slowly, enjoying the silky feel and the weight of him on your tongue. You can only fit some of him into your mouth before he’s poking at the back of your throat, and you swallow to hear him groan out in pleasure. Hobi speeds up after he hears Yoongi’s response to you deep throating him and every thrust takes Yoongi farther into your throat before you're gagging, tears prickling your eyes. Hobi reaches down around your thigh and places his middle finger onto your clit, using your slick to slip and slide around it and you feel yourself clenching hard on him. Yoongi pulls out of your mouth to avoid the reaction of biting when you climax, his hand stroking his dick while he watches Hobi chase his high. 

“𝘞𝘩𝘦𝘳𝘦 𝘥𝘰 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘸𝘢𝘯𝘵 𝘮𝘦?” Hobi asks you, panting, and you can barely form the words.

“I-Inside!”

You’re so fucked out that you can barely remember your own name, despite Hobi yelling it as he is cumming, spurts of white hot cum filling your tight cunt. He pulls out, and you roll onto your back on the couch trying to catch your breath. It’s pointless though. Yoongi still has to cum. 

“I’m gonna take you now Noona..” Yoongi’s gravelly voice floats above you, and you cry out as he pushes his way into your already brimming hole, Hobi’s cum leaking out around Yoongi’s dick as he begins a punishing motion. He leans down over your body, his chest stilling the bouncing of your tits as his lips sought yours; Yoongi was a sucker for a sloppy makeout while he was balls deep inside you. 

“Fuck her good hyung,” Hobi said as he sat back resting, sweat making his hair slick back away from his face. 

Yoongi pulls away from the kiss with a pop to respond with an “Always,” and you whine for him to come back. He licks from your collarbone up your neck before returning his mouth to your pout, a clashing of teeth and saliva as he rolls his hips into you. 

“P-Please Yoo-yoongi!” You beg, overstimulation causing you to tremble beneath him. 

“Cum for me, baby, just one more Noona, you came for him.” Yoongi said, and you moan out in pleasure of hearing him call you baby. You were barely older than him, but you wanted to be his good baby girl, you wanted to be both of theirs. Their good, pliant, well behaved baby girl. 

You felt it building a second time, and you clench, your body fighting with you against all this pleasure. Hobi, halfway dressed again comes and kneels next to you, caressing your face as Yoongi changes positions, standing to put your legs up on his shoulders before thrusting into you, deeper now with this angle. Hobi kisses across your chest before his tongue laves across your nipple, sucking it into his mouth as he plays with your other breast with his hand. You arch your back and he moves up your body to tangle his tongue with yours, biting your lip and sucking it into his mouth before releasing it, to do it again and again. You’re sure you have tears falling, it all feels so good, 𝙨𝙤 𝙜𝙤𝙤𝙙, and you’re sure you’re screaming now as you release your second orgasm, though this time you’re squirting all over Yoongi’s lower abdomen and as it leaks down his thighs, the sight is enough to send him spiraling, a low groan erupting from his throat as his hot cum loads you up till you’re dripping, all three of your juices mingling together inside your swollen pussy. 

By the time you get cleaned up, the boys have sprinted off back to the stage, knowing they were going to get yelled at for disappearing. You fix your hair in the mirror before you grab your tools and head back towards the stage area. You’re intercepted before you get there.

“Ah! Y/N we’ve been trying to find you, they want you.” Another staff member points you towards the door you’re next too, and you can see different sections for hair, makeup, and clothes.

“𝘞𝘩𝘦𝘳𝘦 𝘥𝘰 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘸𝘢𝘯𝘵 𝘮𝘦?”

Sung Deuk hyung waves Hobi and Yoongi over, yelling at them for missing the change in the choreography placements. 

“Sorry hyung!” Hobi says, “won’t happen again!”

“Just get into formation!”

“We don’t know where that is, hyung, we missed the alteration, remember?” Yoongi says calmly. 

Hobi looks over at the side of the stage where you’ve just appeared again after setting down your sewing tools, and without breaking eye contact asks the dance director “𝘞𝘩𝘦𝘳𝘦 𝘥𝘰 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘸𝘢𝘯𝘵 𝘮𝘦?” 

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Tumbling Downhill (1)

During the time of transfer Harry from 4 Privet Drive to the borrow everyone is stressed out, especially you, losing Mad eye, everything spirals, but a new curse strikes you and changes your life.

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“Everyone move, don’t stray if someone gets killed!” Mad-Eye yelled stepping onto his broom, Harry look alike stepped on his broom with him, I watched my him fly away.

“Lia let’s go,” Remus Lupin called grabbing me, I looked down, dressed as Harry, forgetting I had taken the polyjuice potion. “Are you ready?” He asked stepping on his broom, I copied his action wrapping my arms around his torso.

“No I’m not ready, please don’t die,” I yelled leaning my head on his back. “I’m scared,” I called out holding onto him tighter.

“We’re not gonna die, get down!” He yelled turning the both of us, I lifted my head up looking at all the death eaters that flew around us. “Be brave little one!” Remus yelled to me.

I took my right hand off of Remus’ torso, grabbing my wand out of my pocket, hitting a death eater quickly as they came flying towards us. “I did that!” I yelled surprised in myself.

“We’re coming to the clearing, watch it!” Remus yelled again, I watched death eater after death eater follows us. “We have to get rid of them!” He screamed stressing out.

“Stupify!” I yelled turning my torso almost all the way around, three of the four death eaters were gone, Lucius Malfoy was the last one. “Go away!” I yelled unconfident in myself.

Lucius raised his wand, not pointing to me, at Remus who was distracted, I watched hesitating what to do. “Don’t let me die!” I yelled at Remus, feeling a stinging sensation in my body, I waved my wand with the last of my energy, watching a bright light admin, flashing Lucious.

“What the hell did you just do!” Remus called landing on the ground. “Why would you do that, I need help!” Remus shouted grabbing my body, I watched my long blonde hair fall in front of my face.

“Well we would have both been dead if he hit you, I’m fine,” I whispered to Remus as he picked me up bridal style and brought me inside. “It’s okay, I’m breathing, right,” I coughed being placed on the couch.

“Oh, Merlin what happened!” Molly shouted, I turned my head over to the other couch, George was laying on the couch with a towel on his head. “Bring her upstairs, Ginny's room now please,” She demanded looking at me.

“I’m fine right? Im fine?” I asked feeling Remus pick me up again. “See if I let you get hit this would be you,” I said to Remus watching him carry me up the stairs. “Hey, my body is tingling,” I whispered looking at Remus who looked down at me angry.

“You should have let me get hit, I could have handled it little one,” Remus said setting me down on Ginny bed. “What is wrong with her?” He asked Molly who ran into the room with a cloth in her hand.

“This is gonna hurt I’m warning you,” Molly said placing the cloth on my head and lifting my shirt up. “They’re creating their own spells, it happened to Geroge too,” Molly said placing her wand on my stomach. “You might wanna get out for this,” She said to Remus, my whole body started burning, started from the top of my toes, rushing through my whole body, burning my stomach and racing in my head.

I let out a scream, my hands were grabbing my Remus who stood with me looking down at me with concern. It never ended, tears started falling down my face and my whole body started twitching.

“We’re almost done, almost done little one,” Remus whispered, I let out another scream, everything started shaking around me and I fluttered my eyes closed slowly forgetting about my mine and all the noise that was going on around me.

~

“She’s gonna be okay, a bit of a nasty scar though across her stomach, she’ll be okay though,” Molly said, I tried moving my arm but couldn’t, I just laid there.

“Mum this is insane,” Ron's voice said, he was much closer than Molly, almost like he was sitting next to me, I forced my eyes opened looking at the ginger boy who sat beside me like I thought. “Lia,” Ron said with a smile. 

“I’m alive,” I chuckled looking at Ron. “Hi,” I smiled forcing my around out and grabbing onto Ron's hand.

“Good morning,” Remus said sitting in the room also. “Could I talk to Lia alone please, just her and I,” Remus said standing up. I looked at Ron and nodded my head, Molly whispered something to Remus then walked out followed by Ron.

“Bit of a nasty scar,” I chuckled looking down. “Boys like a scar,” I chuckled but Remus didn’t budge. “Don’t look at me like that, I did it and saved the both of us, I’m alive,” I said forcing myself to sit up and look at Remus.

“I hope you know if Sirius had seen what you had done tonight you would have had a heart attack and been so proud of you,” Remus said with his hands crossed. “You went from not being able to cast a spell to take a spell for me, and you say your not brave little one,” he said sitting down on the chair Ron was sitting on.

“Yeah, he would be proud huh,” I chuckled grabbing onto Remus's hand. “You're the only family I have left, don’t let me lose you,” I hummed looking at Remus.

“Your the only family I have left too, for a moment there I thought I lost you,” Remus said letting go of my hand and bringing me into a hug, I didn’t care how much it had hurt me I stayed hugging Remus, almost crying.

“Sorry to interrupt,” Ron mustered walking into the room. “I was hoping that I could talk to Lia alone,” He nervously said as Remus let me go, I smiled at Ron then looked at Remus who shook his head and walked out.

“A nasty scar huh,” I chuckled not lifting my shirt up. “What could I help you with?” I asked sitting more up and smiling at the nervous boy.

“I stayed with you, despite what happened to George I didn’t want you to wake up alone,” Ron said sitting down on the chair he had sat down on earlier. “I just wanted to come see how you were doing and how you’re feeling,” He said smiling over at me.

“I’m fine just a bit of a scar, I haven’t look at it yet, fear it might attract the boys,” I joked smiling at Ron. “Thank you for caring about me, not letting me wake up on my own, I appreciate it,” I said with my heart. “What did you wanna talk about now?” I asked.

“Well,” Ron said nervously, he rubbed the back of his neck pausing. “Bill and his fiance, bloody hell I could never remember her name,” Ron stumbled making me chuckle.

“Fluer, her names Fluer Ron,” I cleaned up with a smile. “Their weddings tonight, gosh what a good time to have a wedding,” I laughed making Ron a bit less nervous.

“I was thinking, if you’re all better by tonight if you’d like to be my date?” Ron asked, I had already guessed that part.

“I would love to Ron,” I smiled coughing. “I’ll be fine, just a bit of bruising, you should go downstairs, i’m gonna have a shower,” A said leaning off the bed. 

“I’ll be back later tonight okay,” Ron said leaning over and kissing my head. “Be safe,” he whispred walking out of the room.

I tossed the blankets off of me and looked down at my stomach, from the top of my collar bone to down to my pelvic bone laid a scar visible, like one of Remus’ scars but he had been longer.

“Hot,” I muttered to myself walking over to the bathroom across the room. I opened the shower door and stipping my clothes, the hot water washed over me. Tears fall from my face and I leaned against the wall, running my hands up and down my body.

“Does it hurt?” Sirius asked, I shot my head and looked at the corner of the room, the blurred middle of the shower window covered me up. “Yeah don’t freak out, i’m dead,” Sirius chuckled rubbing the back of his neck. “Sorry about that,” He said, my mouth dropped and I looked at Sirius with wide eyes.

“How in the hell am I seeing you,” I whispred pinching my skin, I shut the water off forgetting about everything and tossing my towel over you.

“Your telling me,” Sirius chuckled. “Won’t you tell Harry that i’m sorry for dying,” SIrius said walking over at me. 

“Hey beautiful,” Lily Potter siad making me turn around, I looked at the ginger girl who stood in the shower with James Potter beside her. “I’ve heard a lot about you, from Sirius, you two practically raised each other,” She chuckled making James smile, they had looked just the saem from the pictures.

“I’m going crazy,” I cried out walking out of the bathroom and back to the room, Remus stood there smiling at me. “Remus!” I shouted turning around, Sirius smiled and looked at Remus.

“You look like you’ve just seen a ghost,” Remus chuckled. “Dinners ready, I was just coming to get you, come down when your ready,” He said walking out.

“Oh Merlin i’m insane,” I cried out walking to my bed. “Can you please go away well I change?” I asked, Sirius and James, turned around well Lily smiled and did the same as the boys.

“I can’t believe you took that curse,” Sirius gawed making me roll my eyes. “I’ve got it!” He yelled, I tossed my sweater on and just a simple pair of black leggings and turned around to the trio.

“You’ve been cursed,” Mad-Eye said coming out of the bathroom. “I’ve gotten it too before I had died,” He said standing beside James.

“Oh well I don’t wanna see dead people,” I cried out tossing my hands on my head. “Bloody hell this is a mess,” I said shaking my head at the four.

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Giorno huffs a little, relaxing back into the large net, exhausted.

This was. . . a little embarrassing, having been caught in such an easy-to-spot net. But, in his defense, he'd been distracted, too caught up in his new role of podleader that he really hadn't been giving much thought as to where he'd been swimming.

Folding his fins in, Giorno sighs again, rubbing a hand over his uncharacteristically red face. Mista and Narancia would have an absolute field day with this one. . . Hell, maybe even Abbacchio would be just petty enough to join in.

The blonde casts a wary glance up at the boat, then starts wiggling again, hissing in pain when the net merely twists around him tighter, cutting into the softer, more feathered fins of his spine.

You jolt upright in your seat, screeching and gasping at how harshly the boat is being yanked around. It throws you forward, sending you sliding across deck where you catch yourself against the doorway leading to the steering wheel. Squalo yelps from his spot at the bow, catching himself against the railing and gawking at the completely calm water around you both.

"What in the fresh hell?!" You scrabble to get back upright, both of you breathing sighs of relief when the frantic splashing stops.

Squalo eases back towards you, eyeing the net and the wheel to bring it up. "Girl I. . . I don't know if I wanna bring that up."

Your laugh is shaky, pulled out of you in some forced attempt at soothing both yours and his frayed nerves. "H-hey, it can't be that bad." You push off the rail, wobbling a small amount as you trot across the deck to. Reaching into your equipment stash, you pull out your wet suit and a pair of flippers.

"I'll just jump back in my wetsuit and see what's causing it." Squalo's displeasure is immediate. His ice blue eyes become sharp and thin, and you quickly put a hand up before he can scold you. "It'll be A-Okay, LoLo. Besides, what's the worse that could happen?"

_______

The worst that could happen, apparently, was being slammed against the boat when the thing stuck in your net decided to start blindly thrashing.

Winded and stunned, your eyes go wide when the thing reveals itself to be a massive merman, tail shining in shades of gold and purple. The venomous spines emerging from the sides of his fluke are black, with neon purple tips and you're mildly surprised to find that he has an extra one emerging from his left side.

Kicking your feet, you surface. Squalo calls out to you, panic staining his usually relaxed voice and you wheeze weakly in response, "I'm f-fine LoLo! It's, it's a fucking merman! Holy shit, it's a fucking merman!! A real one! And. . ." You're eyes widen, a feeling of sickened horror wells up in you stomach. You ignore the way Squalo gasps to shriek, "Oh my god, it's stuck!"

Scrambling up onto the back of the boat, you snatch up your diving knife and launch yourself back into the water, ignoring the way Squalo makes an aborted grab for you.

______

His attention snap upwards, sensitive earfins detecting rapid splashing.

Against the glare of the sun, Giorno spots something swimming down, and his instinctive panic gets the better of him.

He writhes, fluke batting the small form away like a sardine. They hit the underside of the human's boat, stunning it for a few seconds. That's just enough time for Giorno to be able to see exactly what it was he'd knocked aside.

It was a human, but he couldn't make out a gender no matter ho hard he squinted. They seemed stunned, gawking at him for a moment before swimming back upwards, weird flippers kicking rapidly.

Giorno squints, clicking at their retreating back.

The human disappears up onto the boat, so Giorno pushes them out of his mind, pulling again at the netting.

Like a sentient beast, some of it coils beneath his arm, hooking into the small fins and pulling taut when he tries to pull away. Giorno growls, snarling when his other arm is also yanked, somehow having gotten tangled in the net that was wrapped around his tail.

____

Diving down, you freeze for a moment, eyes wide.

Two big, bright green eyes lock onto yours, freezing you in place with how. . . Helpless they seem. Golden hair spills around him in curls, fluttering like golden nymphs and making him seem incredibly scared, especially when his eyes snap down to the knife between your teeth.

Hoping to calm him, you flash a smile around the knife.

It seems to have the opposite effect.

Immediately, merman bares his teeth, flexing his long tail as he attempts to curl up like a striking snake. You falter for a second, hesitating at his - admittedly impressive - show of teeth.

But watching him stop mid posture to pull some netting off of his gills with a strangled wince makes you keep approaching.

Well, that and the lack of oxygen.

Reaching out and grabbing the netting wrapped around his fluke, you hold steady when he swipes at you, claws just barely missing by a scant few inches.

The net snaps, catching his eye. Another section snaps, loosening its grip around his hips and the merman falls still, no longer thrashing. Continuing to saw away at another section of netting, you ignore the incessant burning in your chest, the itching need to flail upwards and suck in a breath; this merman is your top priority.

He needed to be free.

Being so caught up in your thoughts and actions, you hardly notice when a hand looms into your peripherals. The only thing that alerts you to its presence is the hand's claws brushing your cheek, wicked, fish hook like points just barely nudging your skin. Your eyes snap up, wide and spooked - like a deer before a salivating predator.

The merman, on the other hand, looks calm compared to his posturing from before. Once he's sure he has your undivided attention, he's pointing upwards. You squint at the odd behaviour, reaching out for the rope around his fluke.

Immediately, the merman pulls his tail away, half-heartedly swiping at you again when you attempt to keep cutting. His bright green eyes narrow, his teeth bare, and he jerks his head upwards, blond hair billowing around him in rolling clouds of spun gold.

Your eyes meet, intelligent green on confused (e/c).

Keeping his gaze on yours, his chest lifts with an exaggerated breath, his head tilting upwards as he sends you a pointed look.

Oh. . . he wants you to surface.

Staring for a moment, you finally swim upwards, giving in to the need for fresh air. You don't linger at the surface though, dodging Squalo's worried inquiries with little more than an anxious smile and thumbs up seconds before diving down again.

The merman is still relaxed, slowly uncurling when he's sure you've taken a breather. You reach out, eyes going a little wider when he offers his powerful tail to you, flaring the fins so you can cut away the netting wrapped around them.

You work diligently and quietly to cut the rest of the mesh away from his skin. You do have to take a few more breaths, but it worth it when he finally is able to shed the netting, finally free to stretch to his fullest length.

He's even more gorgeous up close; long, fluttering fins shimmering with a golden light reflected off of his sleek scales. He's almost completely unblemished too, scales smooth and free of scarring or imperfections, only cementing his royal looks.

You attempt a friendly grin, shying backwards a little at the soft, yet blank stare you get in response. He looks contemplative, hesitant, and confused; his claws flex in lazy time with the small undulations of his pelvic fins, yet he isn't making any viol- . . .

Oh. . .

His lips are. . . He's kissing you?

Once it registers that yeah. A whole ass merman is kissing you, making an odd static-like tingle run down your spine, you wrench away, gasping in shock only to immediately regret it as you choke on water.

You don't get much time to panic though.

With similarly wide eyes, the graceful merman grabs you beneath your armpits like you were a toddler, and launches himself upwards, shoving you above water.

Coughing, you grab his shoulders. He doesn't seem to mind, bracing himself beneath your weight and patiently waiting.

"Holy shit! You. . ." Glancing over through stinging eyes, you see Squalo balking at the merman you were leaning on to keep above water, his eyes wide and a hand pressing into his hair. "You weren't kidding. That. . . Holy shit, that really is a fucking merman. . ."

You grin weakly, mumbling, "T-Told you, man."

You had no idea what would happen from here, no clue what you were going to tell Tiz about the broken net, and definitely not a damn idea on how your life was gonna go back to normal after this. . .

But at least you saved his life?

"Th-thank you."

Aaand he can fucking speak English. . .

This is not going to be added onto, just an fyi

[ranma-rewatch]

Episode 25: The Abduction of P-Chan

Y’all, it has finally COME. The arc I have been wanting to rewatch for ages. One of my favorite arcs in the series. It’s time for figure skating, I’m pretty sure I remember this arc very well, and I look forward to seeing if I still love it as much as I used to.

Oh, but before I do that, I just want to go over something. I already talked about this during Season 1, but some of you might be confused why I’ve waited so long to cover this arc. It’s because the original broadcast order and the production order are different, and Hulu has things in the production order. I wanted to cover the series by broadcast date, so even though this takes place right before the original Shampoo arc, we’re not watching it until, well, now. But anyway, that done, let’s watch the episode!

I am not disappointed.

The episode starts at an ice-skating rink, where Akane is there with a few unnamed friends who want her to join the skating club, because she’s genuinely that good. However, she brought P-Chan with her and left him on the ice. Before she can get back to our transformed lost boy, someone else finds him and takes him away, calling him ‘Charlotte’.

From there, we cut to a ramen shop where Ranma is getting grilled by his friends Hiroshi and Daisuke, who want to date ‘the other Ranma’. That request goes as well as you can expect (though I do have to wonder, since it’s unclear if they think the ‘other Ranma’ is Ranma’s girlfriend or his sister, and they both want to date her, if this would be an actual polycule), but just as Ranma starts walking away, insulting Akane because his friends brought her up, she appears, looking upset.

Ranma immediately regrets that and starts backpedaling, only to realize she doesn’t care about that, she wants his help finding her pet. Luckily, that won’t be too hard, because the thief enters the same shop they’re in, carrying Ryoga around with her. Akane tries taking him back, but the girl resists.

That’s when someone shows up to help Akane, a tall attractive young man who acts like the ultimate pretty boy romance option. He apologizes, explaining his friend has a bad habit of taking things she finds cute and naming them. That just sets the girl off though, whining more and more about the matter until she challenges Akane to a figure skating match.

It’s then that we learn who these two are: Mikado Sanzenin and Azusa Shiratore from Kolholtz High School. Together, they’re a figure skating duo known as the Golden Pair, and they’ve won 950 matches with no losses. Despite this, Akane is ready to fight.

Mikado starts putting the moves on her, causing Ranma to flick some food at him. The figure skater takes that as a challenge, so it’ll be a doubles match of Ranma and Akane versus Mikado and Azusa, and it’ll be in one week.

That night at dinner, Ranma and Ryoga argue over who gets to skate with Akane, each bragging over what they can do...the only issue there is that neither can actually skate at all. Akane starts helping Ranma after he goes into the bathroom and activates his and Ryoga’s curses, since he feels like failing so badly at skating looks worse when he’s masculine.

The Golden Pair return, with Azusa snatching P-Chan to put a new collar on him, one only she can unlock, and Mikado now trying to flirt with Ranma. It’s revealed that they’re both masters of Martial Arts Figure Skating, and that’s what the match really is, as they train by defeating a hundred opponents in just nine seconds. Things get worse when he actually steals a kiss from Ranma, causing Ranma to go use hot water to turn himself back and enter the ice rink ready to fight. He punches the ice so hard that he leaves an enormous crack in it, and he claims it’s the first time in his life he’s been really mad.

That’s where the episode leaves us! But wow, I still feel like a lot happened in this one. There’s a heck of a lot for me to cover, but let’s just start with, well, all the Ranma/Akane. I’m sorry! I can’t help myself!! There was just so much of it! Whether it be Ranma worrying about making Akane mad from another “she’s not cute” kind of thing and being ready to take it back, to how annoyed he gets from Mikado flirting with her, to how after being kissed by Mikado one of the first things he worries about is that it was in front of Akane.

It was adorable!

I also think it’s remarkable how this story is just carried by the personalities of its characters. This isn’t some plot that happens to have the Golden Pair in it. The conflict is driven by Azusa’s strange kleptomania and my Mikado’s predatory behavior. Compared to some other storylines I can think of, this approach makes this one feel much more focused, as well as emphasizing the antagonists of the arc.

I’m going to give each of them their own Character Spotlight in coming weeks, but I did want to say here that I think it’s really interesting how Mikado is frequently animated to make his possessive behavior clear just through visuals, like how he holds Ranma’s arms while carrying him, to keep him from resisting his advances.

The comedy felt strong in this episode, as did the action. I wasn’t laughing the whole time or anything, but I was entertained throughout, and that’s not something I can say for a lot of episodes, sadly. It’s a strong start to this arc, and it just gets better from here...or at least that’s what the opinions I formed in high school tell me, from across the vast distance of time.

Instead of doing a Character Spotlight, I’m going to FINALLY talk about Season 2’s Opening! Since, for some reason, this is the first episode to have it...when due to broadcast order versus production order a lot of places don’t even have it in Season 1!

This song is called “Little Date”, performed by the band Ribbon. It’s a very cute little song, with elements of lighter and sillier moments but also of more emotional ones. I like it a lot more than the first opening’s song, and while I’m not sure if it’s my favorite opening, it’s one of the ones I love going back to listen to the most.

The visuals are...okay. The first half is pretty meh, a combination of original art, images from the manga, and overall less animated stuff. It’s also kind of infamous for showing Ranma’s cursed form topless, right at the start. The second half is better, and I especially love Shampoo’s introduction. The way she and the music fit together is really good, and the fact it’s at the bubbliest part of the song works really well.

On the whole, even with some more lackluster visuals, I’d still put it above the first seasons’s OP.

If it isn’t obvious, I’m very happy to be starting the Martial Arts Figure Skating Arc. I don’t know how popular it is in the larger Ranma fandom, but I know I’ve always been a big fan of it, and this time around it’s still good, at least so far. Honestly? I’m actually going to put this as the second best episode so far, I liked it that much.

Episode 7: Enter Ryoga, the Eternal ‘Lost Boy’  

Episode 25: The Abduction of P-Chan

Episode 12: A Woman's Love is War! The Martial Arts Rhythmic Gymnastics Challenge!

Episode 15: Enter Shampoo, the Gung-Ho Girl! I Put My Life in Your Hands

Episode 9: True Confessions! A Girl's Hair is Her Life!

Episode 2: School is No Place for Horsing Around

Episode 19: Clash of the Delivery Girls! The Martial Arts Takeout Race

Episode 6: Akane's Lost Love... These Things Happen, You Know

Episode 13: A Tear in a Girl-Delinquent's Eye? The End of the Martial Arts Rhythmic Gymnastics Challenge!

Episode 23: Enter Mousse! The Fist of the White Swan

Episode 17: I Love You, Ranma! Please Don’t Say Goodbye

Episode 20: You Really Do Hate Cats!

Episode 16: Shampoo's Revenge! The Shiatsu Technique That Steals Heart and Soul

Episode 8: School is a Battlefield! Ranma vs. Ryoga

Episode 11: Ranma Meets Love Head-On! Enter the Delinquent Juvenile Gymnast!

Episode 4: Ranma and...Ranma? If It’s Not One Thing, It’s Another

Episode 5: Love Me to the Bone! The Compound Fracture of Akane's Heart

Episode 1: Here’s Ranma

Episode 22: Behold! The 'Chestnuts Roasting on an Open Fire' Technique

Episode 3: A Sudden Storm of Love

Episode 21: This Ol' Gal's the Leader of the Amazon Tribe!

Episode 10: P-P-P-Chan! He's Good For Nothin'

Episode 14: Pelvic Fortune-Telling? Ranma is the No. One Bride in Japan

Episode 18: I Am a Man! Ranma's Going Back to China!?

Episode 24: Cool Runnings! The Race of the Snowmen

This arc continues next week, and if I’m being honest, I think it’s going to top this. But maybe I’m wrong! We’ll see with “Close Call! The Dance of Death... On Ice!”. Can it be as good as Reptaur on Ice? I doubt it.