#this drabble it's just so good i can't... i'm in a puddle of tears on the floor everyone...

[kelin-is-writing]

But he wants to be a little selfish. Can’t help it, not with how you fill any silence between you with idle chatter but it never feels bothersome. Dabi likes the sound and begins to prefer it and your company over that of the other members of the league; making up the excuse that’s why he follows you around on your mundane errands with his sunglasses on and his collar pulled high over his chin.

THIS. RIGHT. HERE. I. AM. FUCKING. WEAK. god i want to be his safe place and feel like home to him so bad...

Craves it the more he sneaks away to indulge in your company, morphed the desire to hear sweeter sounds. Honeyed moans and breathy sighs, his lids fluttering every time you gasp for innocent reasons only feeding the visions of himself pulling them from you provocatively. It spurs his movements now, moves his muscles as he retracts his hand from you even though you’ve barely finished the final coat to the last nail. Too far gone to back off, in too deep not to satiate his hunger he’d unknowingly cultivated. 

Dabi takes the applicator from your hand and barely deposits it safely back into his home, muffling your confusion by sealing his lips over yours. 

HOT. this part was SO. FUCKING. BOILING. HOT. THE SHRIEK I LET OUT WAS EMBARRASSING TO SAY THE LEAST BECAUSE JESUS ON CHRIST??????

when he interrupts you with a kiss >>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>> anything else really.

ohh to have THEE dabi crave for me this way... now... THAT would be an actual achievement in life 🤧💜

He’s kissed you before, chaste but just as spontaneous as this one; not nearly as deep and charged with intent. The way you melt so easily into him paired with the soft sound he pulls from you is the final nail in his coffin. Dabi couldn’t hold back now if he wanted to. 

DON'T HOLD BACK. OHMYGOD. DON'T. HOLD. BACK. RUIN ME JESUS ON CHRIST. RUIN ME. GRRRRRRRRRRRRRRAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH

Calling his name in quick babbles before long, bringing your hand over your mouth in an attempt to quiet the sweet moans only for Dabi to grab at your wrist. Glaring at you over your mound as he sucks harshly at your clit in warning, forcing your lips apart in a throaty moan at the feel. 

I. WANT. THIS. SO. DAMN. BAD. DABI BETWEEN MY LEGS IT'S SIMPLY SO— 🤤

also yeah, he definitely would glare at you if you try to muffle your moans and would definitely enhance the intensity of his ministrations, because dabi loves... adores your moans, whimpers and cries of pleasure. you really have no business sounding so damn heavenly as he pleasures you and then dare to try muffle them honey-dripping sounds.

His body presses into yours, broad palm slipping to the small of your back as he lays you down with the other hand moves from cupping your jaw to caress the curve of your skull. Tilting you to his liking while he slots between your thighs, pressing into your center as his tongue swipes over yours greedily to earn the sweet moans that have plagued him. 

i'm losing my goodamn mind here, sincerely. i'm losing. my. goodamn. mind. it's just– how do you make me read this, then want me to not break down and cry??? this man is just too good–

“I hear ya, baby,” his voice a deeper timber, kissing your clit as he rises from between your thighs. You fall flat onto your back, chest slightly heaving as you rest. Peeking with a tilt of your head when you head the clinking of his belt buckle, watching intently as his thumbs dip into the waistband of his boxerbriefs after he’s unzipped and unbuttoned his pants.

he kissed my clit. HE. KISSED. MY. CLIT. I'M GONNA–

ohhh i can't do this anymore... i... can't do this... anymore...

...

i want him to kiss my clit so bad now, i just— i'll rip my hair off.

But the repeated reassurance is welcomed, appreciated, “relax. I’ve got you.” Whispered between peppered kisses more than once. 

this man is so good guys. ohh this man is too good guys.

you have me dabi, ALWAYS, like– for fuck sake i need you to stop making me start cry again after i just finished op...

Dabi thrusts into you lazily, hips slowing to a halt while he sighs in relief. Tacky with sweat and the room feels warm from the coupling but he still wants to be close to you. Withdrawing his spent cock from you and chuckling when a small whimper sounds in your throat as if you weren’t twitching with each of his final rolls a moment prior. 

YEAH, WELL, SORRY KING BUT I WANT YOU TO OVERSTIMULATE AND FUCK ME INTO OBLIVON ALL NIGHT. I'M A VERY SIMPLE GIRL YOU SEE.

god... i'm down so bad for this man... i have tears in my eyes... i need him to fuck me brainless 🤧

Pairing: Dabi | Touya Todoroki x F!reader

Wordcount: 2.4k

Warnings: Oral ( reader receiving ), virginity loss ( reader ), vaginal fingering, multiple orgasms, creampie, light biting / nipping, aftercare, if I missed anything let me know.

Notes: I havent written him in almost 2 years, Im glad its something kinda soft for my beloved @ghostbeam

“What’s a good girl like you want from a guy like me?” A teasing sentence, said with a lidded gaze and lazy smile, a half smoked cigarette half haphazardly dangling from long digits. Exhaled along with his plume of smoke before he takes another drag. You’d seen him around, lingering on the fringes of your vision seemingly everywhere you went now. 

Finally approaching him after extended eye contact where neither of you chose to look away after being caught. He wasn’t shy in the slightest, his smirk and soft chuckle before looking forward again urging your feet towards him. 

“What makes you think I’m so good?” Voice high and cute, higher than he’s heard before from his eavesdropping. Your smile is more alluring up close.

“I know ‘em when I see ‘em doll,” the man takes a final drag before flicking the but off his cigarette to the ground and stamping it out beneath his leather boot, “names Dabi.” 

You smile, tell him your name and it feels like your fate is sealed then. Encountering him in public more frequently whether it be seeing him propped in an alleyway leisurely before you garner his attention by the call of his name or unceremoniously nudging against him. Standing close to him and following him into the parts of town you never would’ve thought to venture to before; encouraged only by the jerk of his head accompanied by his lazy smirk and lidded gaze. 

Altering your everyday life after only a few short interactions, staged for you to think you’ve encountered him organically when, truthfully, Dabi had sought you out. It wasn’t hard, it was easy to figure out your routine, where you liked to frequent. You liked to visit the park often, take the scenic route on your way into town while running errands and before long you’d look to the shadows and the shade for him or any dark corners with a smile on your face. 

So trusting and compliant with a virtual stranger like himself and one that never strayed too far into the sunlight, never exposed too much of his skin until you were in the deserted parts of the city with him. You’ve never asked about his burns, only if it hurts but you chewed your lip when he took your chin between his thumb and forefinger the first and only time he answered you. Pulling at the plump flesh with an intense gaze before the burning turquoise met your gaze once more with the cool breeze of his voice, “can’t feel a thing.” 

Exciting and captivating you further, entranced by the enigma that he was and at first, Dabi could admit he found you fun. Engaging with you out of pure happenstance, a passing whim to continue to subtly garner your attention. 

A mistake to continue to revel in it.  

But he wants to be a little selfish. Can’t help it, not with how you fill any silence between you with idle chatter but it never feels bothersome. Dabi likes the sound and begins to prefer it and your company over that of the other members of the league; making up the excuse that’s why he follows you around on your mundane errands with his sunglasses on and his collar pulled high over his chin.

Unaware of the actual scope of the effect you’ve had on him until he asks you for a second time, on a random day as he sits on the floor of your bedroom while you paint his nails. “What’s a good girl like you want from a guy like me?” 

He says it with his usual bored tone and you simply shrug your shoulders without looking up. Smaller fingers holding tightly to the healthy part of his hands as you carefully paint the matte black polish onto his fingernails. 

Maybe you wanted to piss off your father, hell if only you knew how much he understood you there. But you, oh bringing you home he’s certain that’s something his father would have agreed was a good decision. Idly, especially when you look up momentarily to smile at him with those glittering eyes of yours, he’s more than certain his mother would have loved you before he swipes away the insidious thoughts. He has no business having them, that wasn’t a life for him anymore, nor was one he could even offer you but he’s lost in you. 

Craves it the more he sneaks away to indulge in your company, morphed the desire to hear sweeter sounds. Honeyed moans and breathy sighs, his lids fluttering every time you gasp for innocent reasons only feeding the visions of himself pulling them from you provocatively. It spurs his movements now, moves his muscles as he retracts his hand from you even though you’ve barely finished the final coat to the last nail. Too far gone to back off, in too deep not to satiate his hunger he’d unknowingly cultivated. 

Dabi takes the applicator from your hand and barely deposits it safely back into his home, muffling your confusion by sealing his lips over yours. 

He’s kissed you before, chaste but just as spontaneous as this one; not nearly as deep and charged with intent. The way you melt so easily into him paired with the soft sound he pulls from you is the final nail in his coffin. Dabi couldn’t hold back now if he wanted to. 

His body presses into yours, broad palm slipping to the small of your back as he lays you down with the other hand moves from cupping your jaw to caress the curve of your skull. Tilting you to his liking while he slots between your thighs, pressing into your center as his tongue swipes over yours greedily to earn the sweet moans that have plagued him. 

But it’s when he rolls his hips into yours, when you feel his growing rigidity that you tense and push hesitantly at his chest. Dabi instantly pulls back, jared from his trance as he looks at you with darkened hues, panting for breath as he searches your features. You roll your bottom lip between your teeth, attempting to find the words but failing as the blood that roars in your ears also heats your skin. Anxious to tell him your inexperience but Dabi chuckles, leaning back and shushing you as he scoots back on your plush carpet. 

“I’ve got you,” a low purr as he carefully pulls at your flimsy shorts, slow and deliberate as you raise your hips to aid him in the action, “always bite your lip when you’re nervous by the way.” 

“No I don’t,” as you catch yourself performing the tell before you pinch the bridge of your nose, “shut up.” 

He chuckles at that, pulling down your underwear next as he settles on his stomach. Deft digits massaging into the opposite thigh of the one his cheek now rests on, playfully blowing cool breath onto your exposed sex. Fixing you with a hungry gaze as you prop yourself onto your forearms, thighs trembling with the urge to bring your knees together. 

Dabi gives a lazy grin, leaning close with a slow blink and you can feel his breath fan over you, “make me.” Only able to choke on a surprised squeak when he places a kiss to your throbbing bud before his lips wrap around it. Sucking gingerly as a tease until your head lolls back with a breathy sigh. 

Goading him to turn it into a long moan like he’s desired. Flicking the sensitive nub with the tip of his tongue before dropping his jaw to suck at your cunt fully. Splitting your folds with his tongue as your thighs clamp around his head, the vibrations of his low hum sending shocks of electricity up your spine and overwhelming your senses quickly. The cool feel of his staples bite into the fat of your inner thigh, adding a contrastingly delightful feel to his treatment. Fanning the flames into an inferno in your veins as your hips start to roll into his face. 

Calling his name in quick babbles before long, bringing your hand over your mouth in an attempt to quiet the sweet moans only for Dabi to grab at your wrist. Glaring at you over your mound as he sucks harshly at your clit in warning, forcing your lips apart in a throaty moan at the feel. 

It’s when you feel his fingers tease at your entrance, prod carefully at the tight ring before slipping his ring finger in to the first knuckle that you cum for the first time. Making Dabi groan himself, eyes rolling as he continues to push into your fluttering hole. Pressing up into the velvet walls so your hips buck harshly into his mouth and out of sync with the laps of his tongue until his long digit is buried to the last knuckle. 

Arching when you feel his index added just as slowly, squeezing his head again with a whimper as he scissors his fingers and twists his wrist. Drinking in the sweet taste of your cunt, your juices dribbling down his chin by the second time he brings you to release. Leaning up to push at his head, nails scratching delicately at his scalp, “Dabi, please.” 

Begging for mercy or more, neither of your are sure but you’re exhausted from his treatment for certain. 

“I hear ya, baby,” his voice a deeper timber, kissing your clit as he rises from between your thighs. You fall flat onto your back, chest slightly heaving as you rest. Peeking with a tilt of your head when you head the clinking of his belt buckle, watching intently as his thumbs dip into the waistband of his boxerbriefs after he’s unzipped and unbuttoned his pants.

“Enjoying the show?” Dabi tuts playfully, angling his jaw as he slips the loose material of his jeans to pool around his knees first. Dipping down and taking your lips in a kiss, letting his tongue caress yours to give you a full taste of yourself on him as he frees himself of his bottoms completely. Kicking away the jeans with a noisy clatter from his chunky belt and leaving them in a heap. 

His hand slips between your bodies, grasping his shaft as his thumb spreads the beading pre from his weeping slit. Pumping languidly before aligning himself with your slit, rutting to coat himself in your wetness with a pleased hiss. 

Dabi can feel you tense beneath him, gripping at his upper arm despite how you try and calm yourself. He’s confident in how he’s prepped you, you’re certain he’d take care of you. 

But the repeated reassurance is welcomed, appreciated, “relax. I’ve got you.” Whispered between peppered kisses more than once. 

“I know you do,” you respond quietly, letting your arms loop around his neck when you feel the fat tip prod at your still fluttering entrance. He kisses you more insistently as he presses forward, lips hard against yours as he distracts you from the initial stretch. Rutting his hips short and slowly to have you adjust to the size but he does well in having you focus on the pull of your hair. The scrape of his nails carefully at your scalp, teeth tugging at your bottom lip before he’s bottomed out in you. 

Unable to withhold the relieved groan at the snug fit, at the way your walls squeeze and pulse around his cock and you’re glad for it. It makes your heart soar that you feel as good for him as he does for you. You both share the thought, it means more than simply physically but that’s something for later on down the road. 

Dabi’s thighs tremble after a long moment, waiting for you to give him permission to please the both of you with bated breath. Kissing at your jaw and throat, nipping at your earlobe with his hands firmly holding your hips when you pull your hips back testingly. Not moving very far with the way his weight pushes you into the floor but it’s enough to make him hiss. 

You repeat the motion and Dabi mirrors you but with an obviously experienced angle. Exhaling a shaky breath while you moan long and sweet into his ears before he sets his pace. Slow at first until you begin to meet his thrusts, your legs wrapping around his hips to push your heel into the back of his thigh. “More Dabi, more.” 

And he’s always been a man eager to please, hastening the rut of his hips until each clap of skin is interrupting a moan instead of punctuating it. 

"Are...you ok? Is this pace good enough?" Panting with his effort and through the pleasure he feels, a lazy grin spreading on his lips as you nod emphatically while you clutch to him. 

“Don’t stop, don’t stop baby please,” gasped and pitchy, music to his heats, his sac tightening with his impending climax. 

The hand that’s rested firmly on your hip now pushes you into each thrust now as you build to you both build to blissful rapture, singing his name in a sinful hymn. One Dabi finds he’ll fall to his knees for often to hear if you’ll let him. Spilling into you after his finally pointed thrust tips you over the edge, squeezing him tightly as your cunt pulses in time with the waves of euphoria that wash over you. 

Dabi thrusts into you lazily, hips slowing to a halt while he sighs in relief. Tacky with sweat and the room feels warm from the coupling but he still wants to be close to you. Withdrawing his spent cock from you and chuckling when a small whimper sounds in your throat as if you weren’t twitching with each of his final rolls a moment prior. 

He leans back in his haunches as you untangle yourself from him. Lying on your back as Dabi massaged his thumbs into your hips to soothe any soreness. 

“Feeling alright baby?” He asks even as he watches how the tension leaves your features before you nod to him with a pretty sigh and a tired smile on your lips. 

Head lolling to the side to watch him as his hands move to your thighs. Repeating the action idly to both appendages before he moves to get dressed. Gathering your clothes and then his own, lying on his side next to you after only slipping on his underwear. Reaching for your phone when you scoot closer to tuck into his chest. 

Lying quietly with him as he mindlessly scrolls through your socials with his free hand drawing indistinguishable patterns into your back. Wondering to yourself how a great guy like himself could ever think he’s bad for you.

[archangeldyke-all]

hi hi hii sweetheart. Oh my lord. Your writing is literally so good, you honestly deserve the best, mind blowing, legs shaking, knees bucking, cant even talk orgasm. I'm so sorry. someone had to say ittttt. But I was wonderingggg😋 could you maybe do a drabble with reader and sevika are selling their house because maybe they have a little fucker on the way and they need more room, so they are goin through the house one last time and sevika starts js randomly naming out all her favorite times they have had sex in each place of the house...and she recalls like Hella details not even reader remembers. (Reader has pregnant mush-brain.) But could sevika be like..."wanna find a place we haven't fucked before..?" AND ITS LIKE THE HARDEST THING TO FIND BECAUSE THEY HAVE LITERALLY DONE IT EVERYDAY. But they end up finding a spot and sevika gives reader defo on the top 10 best sex they have had in that house. Could sevika maybe have a penis or even js her strap on in this...?:3 ANYWAY I WOULD LOVE THIS BUT IF YOU CANT DO IT ITS OKAY TOO!! I love you so so much your writings literally amazing!!!

this is so cute i love it!! (and thank u so much, i'm so glad u like my stuff eeek!!<3)

men and minors dni

you should probably be feeling a little more sentimental and sad about leaving behind the house you and sevika have been living in for seven years now.

these four walls have been your home through some of the best days of your life: meeting sevika, marrying sevika, realizing you're pregnant with sevika's baby-- it all happened here. you guys built your lives together here, and overtime, they became so intertwined and connected that you've become a 'we' rather than a 'me.'

but in all honesty-- you're thrilled to be leaving.

you hate this house. the floors are slanted, the roof is leaky, the windows aren't weatherproofed, so it's freezing in the winter and boiling in the summer. you haven't been able to take a bath in the tub for three years now because there's cracks in the caulk and any water above an inch deep starts to flood the bathroom. it's a shitty house, and you've been wanting to leave for years.

sevika's always been the one to convince. it's not that she loves your house, it's that she doesn't want to put the effort into finding a new one. but, upon the two of you finding out that your family will be growing in a few short months, sevika finally relented.

and now, just ten minutes down the street from this place, you've bought a beautiful family home, big enough for the two of you, your future baby, and whatever other family members (both human and animal) that might spawn in the future.

your inspector gave it an A+, the yard is spacious, the floors are level, there's not just one, but three bathtubs,-- and the one in the main en-suite is like a hot tub-- big enough for you and your wife to fit and lounge. you're so fucking excited to move in, that you're not even a little sad to leave behind the old space.

sevika's been eyeing you with worry all day as she lugs boxes and furniture to the moving van. she's waiting for your pregnancy hormones to hit you and for you to become a blubbering mess at the thought of leaving behind your place. you can't blame her, your pregnancy hormones can and have turned you into a puddle of tears over much less. just last night you cried for thirty minutes because one of the celery stalks in the bunch you'd bought was wilted, and all his celery friends were still green and healthy, going on living without him.

but, really, you're fine.

she's not buying it.

"sevika, for the last fucking time, i'm okay!" you groan. the house is mostly empty now, just a few boxes and some lamps left. sevika's taking a snack break, one of her arms wrapped around you as she looks at you with concern.

"i'm just saying babe, we can't come back after tonight, so if you need any, like, sentimental pictures, or a good cry--"

"oh my god!" you laugh, elbowing her. "sevika, i'm okay, really. i'm so fucking excited to go, i'm so excited for our future. i'll cherish the memories this place gave us forever, but i don't really care about the place itself." you shrug.

sevika studies you carefully, and then she pouts a bit. "it doesn't make you a little sad?" she asks. you raise your eyebrow, surprised to hear your usually-so-stoic wife is feeling ...sentimental?

"what makes me sad?"

"babe, this house is the first place we ever fucked in!" she whines. you burst into laughter. sevika points to the empty bedroom behind her. "you're not sad to leave that room behind? after all the times i fucked you into incoherence in there?" she asks, her eyes wide and sparkly like she's actually a little emotional. you can't stop laughing as you reach up to cup your wife's cheek.

"honey, you're gonna be fucking me into incoherence for the rest of our lives." you remind her. sevika smiles a bit at this.

"yeah, but... we had so many good times in this house." she sighs wistfully. you chuckle, pecking her cheek.

"we did. remember when you dented the drywall with the headboard?" you ask. sevika giggles a bit, her gaze snapping back down to yours, her hand reaching around your body to start gently stroking your ever-growing belly.

"'course i remember, i had to plaster it back up myself." she chuckles. "remember when we almost started a fire when we were getting kinky with the wax?" she asks. you blink up at her, drawing a blank and pouting.

"no." you whine. "tell me, it sounds hot." you demand. your pregnancy's been blessedly healthy, but the one symptom that's hit you hard is your baby-brain. sometimes, you're just total mush in the head. sevika's been patient and kind each time. right now, she just smiles salaciously at you and presses you against the counter.

"you don't remember?" she asks. "our second anniversary, we wanted to try wax play? you got the special lotion candles and everything, wore those pretty lacy panties i ruined last year on your birthday, and i let you tie my hands up." you smile, the memory slowly coming back to you, heat building between your legs as she speaks. "anyways... it was goin' real good until i kicked over an unattended candle." she whispers.

you break into laughter-- the memory suddenly flooding back to you. "shit, i miss that blanket." you snort, remembering the way the comforter seemingly spontaneously combusted.

"you were screaming as you tried to pat out the fire, and i was tied to the fucking bed that was goin' up in flames-- i thought i was gonna fuckin' die." sevika cackles.

you snort, and kiss her cheek. "i saved you, though." you brag. she laughs.

"yeah, you did."

"c'mon, tell me another." you demand.

sevika raises an eyebrow. "another what?"

"another sex memory." you say. sevika giggles. "they're all fresh and new to me, i like remembering how fun and hot we are."

"hmm..." sevika thinks, her eyes darting around the house. she snatches your wrist and drags you to the bathroom. "i'm still pretty convinced i got you knocked up in here six months ago."

"which time?" you ask. sevika smirks, kissing your cheek and pinching your ass.

"exactly." she teases. you snort. "no, but for real, there was this one time-- i'd just finished my workout and you'd had a big glass of 'shower wine'" sevika puts this in air-quotes, teasing the habit you indulge in each night, "and i fucked you against the sink so good that you had to get right back in the shower once i was done with you. fuck, i came my fucking brains out, honey, i couldn't speak for like ten minutes afterwards." your thighs clench a bit at the memory, your stomach bursting into butterflies at the way sevika's voice has gotten all heavy. her eyes are dark when she looks over at you. "and then, boom. two weeks later you're pregnant." she says, grinning.

you giggle. "you think that was the one, huh?" you ask. she nods.

"what's your theory?"

"i always thought it happened when you fucked me on the couch while we were watching that stupid cop-buddy movie." you say. sevika laughs.

"so you remember that-- a lazy, unromantic fuck after a long weekend of both of us lounging and not showering-- but you don't remember the good ones?" she asks. you just giggle and shrug again.

"they're all good ones with you, baby." you say. sevika's teasing look melts away, something needier taking it's place. you know what she's going to ask for, so you speak before she can. "you think there's a place in the house we haven't fucked?" you ask.

sevika blinks, considering it for a second. "i dunno."

"i wouldn't wanna leave the house with a room un-fucked in, sev, that would be a real shame."

"fuck, it really would, wouldn't it?" she asks. you snort and nod.

"so?" you ask. "you think we've checked all the boxes or can you think of a place we might need to--"

"the attic. you think you can crawl up there in your state?" she inturrupts you, rubbing your stomach as she eyes the little hatch in the ceiling of the hall. you burst into laughter.

"the attic!?"

"c'mon!" she laughs, jumping up and grabbing the string, pulling the stairs down. "you go first, i'll catch you if you fall. she says, steadying your hips as she walks you up the first few steep steps. you can't stop laughing as your wife basically herds you up into the attic.

you've never been up here, execpt for the few times you've had to put a pot down during a rain storm to stop the leaks from coming down into your home. it's dingy and dusty, and you can't even stand up straight-- you have to crawl to the end of the small storage space so sevika can fit up beside you.

she seems just as disgruntled with her choice as you are, but she's determined to make it work, quickly stripping herself of her shirt and laying it down behind you as a blanket. you giggle. "lay down." she requests, holding the back of your head as you lower yourself down so you don't bonk it on any beams or bars.

you can't see her like this. you're flat on your back, and your stomach is huge. you don't know what she's planning, so it's a shock when sevika starts tugging at your pants.

you burst into giggles, lifting your hips up to help her. "what's your plan here, babe?" you ask as she starts kissing your bare legs.

she hums against your thigh, considering your question. she trails a hand up your thigh, teasing your cunt with a feather-light touch, before lifting her mouth from your leg to speak.

"'m gonna get you knocked up again." she says.

you burst into laughter, and you can see sevika lift up from between your legs to admire your smile. you grin down at her, and widen your legs. "give it your best shot, baby." you choke out between laughs.

sevika, grins, and then ducks back down to disappear beneath your tummy and bury her face in your cunt.

fuck, you're horny. the baby's been giving you crazy hormones, and while sometimes that means you can cry at sad celery, other times it means you're so insanely horny you could cum from a strong breeze.

"oh, fuck, baby!" you cry as sevika buries her tongue inside of you. she hums, reaching up to start working her fingers in the mix.

"gonna cum already?" she grunts before ducking back down and sucking your clit. you smack your hand against the dusty floor beneath you-- too round to reach down and tug her hair like you want to.

"fuck, 'm gonna cum all over your fuckin' face, sev." you whine, your brain turning to mush as you get closer. she groans against you at your words, and you take it as a sign to just let your mouth run. "'y feel so fuckin' good, 'y fuck me so good, shit, sevika, sev!" you scream as you cum.

before you can even ride out the first wave of your high, sevika's jumping on top of you to mount you so quickly that her head smacks against one of the low hanging beams in front of you.

you gasp-- still cumming and horrified at the loud "SMACK!" that rings out as you watch your wife's head collide with the beam-- then you burst into pitying, whiny giggles as sevika curses.

"shit!" she groans, reaching up to hold her forehead. you reach up to cup her face, laughing and shivering and somehow still cumming.

"are you okay?" you giggle, pulling her down to kiss the bruise already forming on her forehead. she grunts.

"i'm fine."

"liar." you giggle. you tilt her head from side to side, giving her pupils a good look as a half-assed concussion exam. "poor baby. need me to take you to the urgent care? see if you got a concussion?"

"i'm fine. just need to put my dick in you." she grunts.

you laugh, but shut your legs before she can sink into you. she huffs and glares up at you, and you pinch her chin. "remind me to check you out for real once we're done, okay?" you ask. she nods. you glare at her, knowing she won't. "sevika, you're my brain until the baby comes, i don't care if you don't want me to remember, you really gotta remind me. if you have a concussion and die because i let you fuck me instead of taking you to the hospital-- how am i supposed to explain that to the baby?" you ask.

sevika groans. "okay! okay! i know! ''re you gonna lemme fuck you or what?" she asks.

you pucker your lips, and sevika's annoyance melts as she swoops down to kiss you. you hum happily and open your legs, smiling up at your wife. "okay." you agree. sevika grins, and then she sinks into you with one smooth thrust.

you both gasp, your open mouths just a breath apart from each other as sevika starts to work her hips against yours. "fuck." you whine. sevika smirks down at you.

"fuck." she agrees.

your thighs are shaking-- her cock fills you up perfectly, like she's made for you, made for stretching you just right. each of her thrusts is accompanied by a wet smack, and you bury your face against sevika's shoulder in embarrassment as the wet sounds grow louder. she chuckles.

"you've been fuckin' leaky since i knocked you up. your cunt's so fuckin' needy, isn't it? already put a baby in it and it's just droolin' for more." she grunts against your ear. you cum the second the words leave her mouth, your nails sinking into her shoulders as you shake apart. sevika grins down at you. "fuck, it's so fuckin' cute how easy you are when you're carryin' my kid. i just put it in babe, you're already cumming?" she teases again.

you bite her neck, relishing in the way her breath hitches as you try to collect yourself, then hiking your leg up over her hips and gripping her hair in your hands. "it's your fault." you whimper as you try to catch your breath. "you knocked me up 'n now i'm fuckin' stupid and horny and-- and you feel so good." you whine.

sevika shivers on top of you, and you tug her hair harder.

"'m yours, baby." you whimper. "all yours."

that's the final nail in the coffin-- sevika screams a "fuck!" as she cums at your words. you grin, clenching around her cock and giggling at the way her arms nearly give out beneath her. "you're an evil woman." she sighs appreciatively. "i love you so much."

you laugh, and sevika ducks down to kiss your exposed neck. "'m your evil woman." sevika's dick makes one more feeble twitch inside of you at your words, the reminder that you're hers. you giggle in delight at the feeling.

"damn right you are." she mumbles, grinning.

you sigh as the euphoria of your orgasms wears off and the hard floor beneath you starts to kick in. "you might need to carry me back down the attic steps."

sevika bursts into giggles. "you might need to take me to the hospital. i can't tell if i'm seeing stars because i just came so hard or if it's a concussion."

you groan, and sevika muffles her giggles against your neck.

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[ominouslywritinginmyhead]

Saber dearest ! (⁠◍⁠•⁠ᴗ⁠•⁠◍⁠)⁠✧⁠*⁠。

* choir of Angela descend from heaven singing *

I see the light ! Heavens light ! Or is it hell since technically a vampire's wife ? Either way what a bliss !

I have read part 3 of Vampire Nanami Kento and I can't get enough! I read all three parts again so I could read this final masterpiece ending with even more delight (and probably tears, tears of joy). And a mug of tea.

What a fire squad of good writing, beautiful descriptions, emotional sweet spicy damage you have inflicted on me ! Please continue with your amazing stories ! (⁠◍⁠•⁠ᴗ⁠•⁠◍⁠)⁠❤

Oh my ! Each day passes and I'm even more in love with Nanami Kento stories. I'll shall go light up my candles again and pray to Divine Goddesses to help me manifest this man into my life. 🩷🕯️🌸

Thank you for writing and posting this beautiful finale ! I have no more at the moment to describe all the heart-warming feelings it gave me. May I politely kiss your hands as a form of appreciation and gratitude?

I am now a puddle of emotions. Someone will have to pay the damage for this. lol

Thank you for such fine artillery and sniper shot straight through the heart. ;3

With love and gratitude,

Kat

Omg Kat I hope you’re ok after reading part 3!!!!

I will humbly accept your kisses 🙈🙈🙈🙈🙈

I’m so glad you enjoyed this series! I definitely had fun writing it, even if it started spiralling out of control and becoming way more than just a bunch of drabbles lol

And who knows? Maybe the vampire lover (now husband) will return 🤭

[lunathebee]

[11:02]

Ok guess what I'm back with another sad sopping stuff and it's still about Steven, can I call this a drabble?

Y/n is Steven's lover, and she struggles with making friends at work. When she thought she was doing a good job, reality hits her in the face.

It was a Saturday morning and Y/n had forgotten about an important meeting, her brain tricking her into thinking it was a normal day, and by the time she realized it, it was too late.

But the thing that made Y/N sad wasn't her boss being mad; it was her co-worker.

"You aren't in the meeting this morning?" A woman in a beige pencil skirt said, holding a cup of coffee in her hand. She seems surprised when Y/n is having a breakdown over the meeting.

"I- I don't know, I DO know there would be a meeting, somehow I- I forgot?!"

"Well, you should tell the boss" The woman said before leaving to get back to her seat, pretending to be busy with the paperwork.

Y/N has no choice but to also take a seat and quickly type an apology message to her boss. After hitting the send button, she doesn't have the energy or motivation to finish the work anymore.

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"Love! You're home early" Steven said when Y/N walked through the front door, but his joy quickly turned to concern when he noticed she had been crying."Did something happen?..."  

Y/n doesn't say anything back; she just slowly sits down and holds her knees close to her chest before starting to cry loudly. This of course makes Steven's worries skyrocket, and he quickly rushes to her side to see what's wrong.

"Love, hey hey why are you crying?" The British man held onto Y/n's hand, the warmth from his hand making her calm down a bit, but not enough to stop her from crying.

"Do..Do you think people hate me Steven?"

"What? No, who would hate you?"

Y/n wiped her tears with the jacket's sleeve; it already had a big wet patch now. "My coworkers, whom I have known for more than three years. Do you think they hate me?"

Y/n doesn't wait for Steven to answer; she continues to speak. "Today I have an important meeting, and... it was my fault; I forgot about it somehow, but it was a two-hour meeting, and no one texts me, or calls me, or whatever... they don't even notice I wasn't there."

Steven's heart clenched at Y/n's words. His lover is like the sun; she is warm-hearted and always trying her best. Steven never failed to notice her presence; how could he? And yet here she is, talking about herself like she's just a dull piece of rock or a puddle of mud.

"Oh...love-"

"I WORKED WITH HER, I ATE LUNCH WITH HER, I CHATTED WITH HER; I have done everything, I thought she was my friend! ..." Y/n suddenly feels angry and frustrated; she doesn't realize her voice is so loud Steven was taken back.

"And not just her, NOBODY noticed I wasn't at the meeting; all the co-workers... STUPID, this workplace is a goddamn PAIN" She threw her suitcase across the room; it made a loud slam when hitting the floor before sliding under the table.

Steven cringed at the sound before turning his attention back to Y/n, her face full of dry and wet tears, her eyes puffy and red, not to mention her nose too.

"Love, I know you have tried your best, and if someone can't realize that, it's their fault, not yours" Steven stopped for a moment to look at Y/n's reaction, making sure she was listening to him. "There are still people who are worth your love and kindness, people that you can trust to be friends with"

Y/n bites her lips to stop herself from crying, and she lets Steven hug her afterwards, listening to him rant about fun Egyptian facts before dozing off to sleep in his embrace.

"Take some rest, darling. I love you" Steven brushed off the strain of hair on Y/N's face before giving her a small kiss, admiring the subtle smile on her face.

[stranger-nightmare]

I noticed how you only have smut and angst lined up, sooo

I'm here to change that

Think about this for a moment: Fluff prompts 8 & 25 with Druig or Bucky

You can't tell me that isn't a DREAM

𝐒𝐭𝐨𝐩 𝐓𝐚𝐥𝐤𝐢𝐧𝐠, 𝐈 𝐋𝐨𝐯𝐞 𝐘𝐨𝐮

A/N: oops I did these for both Bucky AND Druig, I’m spoiling you😘 hope you like them Em!!🖤✨

Drabbles for both Bucky and Druig below.

Pairing: Bucky x (gender neutral) Reader

Summary: fluff prompt no.8 “wait stop talking for two seconds I need to say something - I love you” and fluff prompt no.25 '“I wrote this song for you" *plays Hey There Delilah just with y/n instead'

Warnings: none it’s just fluffy goodness

A/N: blushing and shy Bucky incoming

Bucky’s mouth curved at the corners, the biggest of smiles taking over his face. He watches you intently as you continue to talk about your latest obsession, telling him all the fun facts that you’d learned. You’d been rambling on for almost 20 minutes, but he didn’t care, he just and admired the way your eyes lit up, your face glowing with joy as you go on and on.

“Wait stop talking for two seconds” he interrupts you before he even realises what he’s said. Your eyebrows knit together in confusion. “I just need to say something - I love you” he confesses quickly, the words spilling from him. Shit, that was the first time he’d said that to you. He meant it, he’d been wanting to tell you for a while, but he was waiting for a more romantic moment. But the words had just flowed through him, he was enamoured with you, so wrapped up in the moment of you looking adorable whilst you rambled, the words had just torn themselves free from his chest.

He stares at you nervously as he your face blanks in shock.

“You what?” You squeak in surprise.

“I- I love you” he breathes again, his eyes dropping to tiny space of sofa between the two of you. He doesn’t see the incredible smile that breaks across your face until you tilt his chin back up with your fingers.

“I love you too” he whisper, leaning forwards to kiss him gently. You feel his smile return, his lips curving against yours.

“I’ve been meaning to tell you for ages, I- I was gonna make it more romantic than this” it was his turn to ramble now.

“Oh yeah?” You arch your brow at him. “What exactly did you have planned?” You smirk at him.

He blushes slightly as he gets up, disappearing into the other room verify before returning, acoustic guitar in hand. Your eyebrows furrow again.

“I thought that thing was just for decoration”you joke.

“It was,” he confesses, “but I've been learning” he shrugs.

He takes his seat back on the sofa next to you, positioning the guitar in his lap. He clears his throat, strumming the guitar lightly.

“I wrote this song for you” he blushes again. You feel your heart flutter and soar at his words. You think might just melt into a puddle of mush right there. This man had actually gone and learned the guitar and written a whole song just to serenade you. You feel tears of love brim in your eyes as you looked at this man that you loved with your entire being.

Your love and awe then turns to confusion when you hear strumming the opening notes to Hey There Delilah. You look at him quizzically.

“Yeah okay so I didn’t write the actual song, but I have changed it a little bit, just trust me” he speaks over the strumming of the guitar.

“Did you just change ‘Delilah’ to ‘y/n’?” You quip.

“No...” the blush returns to his cheeks again.

“You’re an idiot” you sigh, placing a kiss to his cheek.

Pairing: Druig x (gender neutral) Reader

Summary: fluff prompt no.8 “wait stop talking for two seconds I need to say something - I love you” and fluff prompt no.25 '“I wrote this song for you" *plays Hey There Delilah just with y/n instead'

Warnings: none it’s just fluffy goodness

A/N: it’s giving Jaskier annoyingly and lovingly serenading his beloved Geralt energy in this one

“Oh my gods” Druig scoffs rolling his eyes, but he can’t keep the laugh out of his voice as you come screeching round the corner with you guitar.

“Hey there Druig-u-ig what’s it like in New York City?” You scream, chasing him around the room with your guitar.

“Oh my gods please stop it, you’re killing the song” he pleads, burying his face in his hands.

You just shake your head enthusiastically, continuing to yell the lyrics completely out of tune. After a few more seconds of your nonsense he finally grabs your shoulder, stopping you in your tracks.

“Wait stop singing for two seconds I need to say something - I love you” he kisses your nose softly as a blush rises to your cheeks. “But your signing sucks so I’m taking this away now” he snatched the guitar from your hands with the cheekiest of smirk soon his face.

“Hey!” You squeal, reaching out to grab your guitar back. Druig just shakes his head and holds it out of your reach. You scowl at him.

“Mmm you’re cute when you’re mad” he hums, his head tilting down towards yours.

“Don’t try and change the subject, give me my guitar back!” You pout.

“Oh no, that’s enough with that noise. I think you need to make it to me for having me sit through that nonsense” he teases as he leans even closer towards you, his lips almost ghosting over yours. You hum in agreement as you close the gap between your lips. You move your lips against his, moaning into his mouth. You feel his body relax, melting into yours.

That’s when you seize the opportunity to snatch back that guitar.

“Ha!” You cry triumphantly, immediately starting up you song again.

“Son of a b-“ he groans, cut off by your screeching again.

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[whumpshots]

Hi! I LOVE your work!! I was wondering if you could maybe do a drabble of a failed escape attempt and the aftermath of what happens to whumpee? (Basically the punishment) With a super creepy/ intimate whumper?

Hello there! Took me long enough to finally answer, but here it is! I am still more than sorry!!!

Thank ye so much for the ask!

_

Don't look back. Just run. Just run.

His heart races against his chest, his footsteps can be heard – pounding just as fast as his heartbeat. He has to get out of here as quickly as possible, he knows they are already after him. Whumpee runs as fast as he can to reach the door – he is almost there. Almost there …

But the door doesn't open. No matter how hard he tries to push against it, it doesn't even move an inch. “No. No no no … please,” he chokes out and feels his hands and knees trembling. “Please just open.” A hoarse scream escapes his lips, hot tears roll down his cheeks while he tries to look around and see any other option to flee from this place.

The tears make it hard to see.

Panic makes it hard to think.

“Now, where do you think you're going?” An amused voice that is all too familiar. Footsteps come closer and Whumpee stumbles backwards until his back touches the cold wall behind him. His breathing becomes even faster, more rapid and panicked.

“Please … please let me go.” His voice is just as weak as his knees right now which threaten to buckle and have him crash down on the floor. This is a nightmare.

“Oh please, don't be silly, my dear. You know I can't do that. Hold still,” Whumper demands, his tone still soft and sweet. Before Whumpee can react, the needle sinks into his arm and his world darkens once more.

_

His eyelids feel like they are glued to his eyes, too heavy to completely open them. It's dark, that is all he can make out. What makes him nervous, however, are the noises. It sounds like someone working with … instruments, metallic ones if he can hear that correctly.

“Wake up, sleepyhead. I think it's time for your punishment,” Whumper murmurs far too close to his ear and Whumpee's body flinches. It only now becomes clear that he is strapped to a table. “There we go. Good boy.” The words make him shudder and Whumpee screws his eyes shut again when the large lamp above the table turns on.

He feels the panic rising in his chest, it is hard to breathe and his body starts shaking. “We haven't even started, my dear,” Whumper says in amusement and he feels his fingers on his naked skin. “I'm gonna make you remember this. Regret this, no question. But you shall be one of my best pieces of art I've ever created.”

Whumpee's stomach drops and he bites his lips to keep himself from screaming. He wants to scream, to thrash and free himself, but he already knows that it's impossible. He will never be able to free himself again … he will never be free again.

“Shh, don't cry. I haven't even started yet,” Whumper coos and wipes away the tears running out of his eyes uncontrollably with soft fingers. “It will get so much worse. That is a promise.” The sweet tone never leaves his voice and Whumpee feels the need to throw up.

_

Whumper keeps his promise.

Every cut, every burn … Whumper makes sure to work with high precision, touching Whumpee softly every now and then, cupping his cheek and whispering sweet words of nothingness into his ears.

Whumpee feels the blood stick to his skin, he is lying in a puddle of it, which warms his back in a disgusting way. His body trembles, his breath hitches while Whumper makes sure to not injure him too much - “Can't have you dying on the table, right, dear?” - but the pain is almost unbearable.

Small whimpers escape his lips, he is already too hoarse and weak to scream, when Whumper cups his face with blood-smeared hands. He shushes him, strokes his hair and smiles at him. “You are doing so well … I'm so proud of you. Let's see - how much pain can you bear until you pass out?”

[folklorebae]

𝐀𝐟𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐬𝐨𝐦𝐞

Cast(s)/Genre: GN!Reader & Akaashi Keiji/Angst and Fluff (Soulmate!AU)

Wc: 0.7k

Warnings: character death, mention of blood and death.

A/n: This drabble is so long, please forgive me lol.

It was too late, you should have brought him to the clinic earlier. There were so many signs, telling you that he wasn't fine. At the end, who knew a fever could lead into something dangerous, like coughing up blood.

"I'm sorry, we already tried our best. Besides, this is a rare disease, we still haven't found a good treatment to cure it." 

The doctor's words kept replaying in your head like whispers of demons that came straight from hell.

You wiped your tears with the back of your hand, seeing your lover was in nothing but pain. A few drops of blood stained his favorite grey yukata.

"Hey," He gently caressed your cheek, coughing a few times. "you'll be fine, with or without me."

You placed your hand on top of his, shaking your head. Nothing in this world could prepare you to let him go. "No… please don't leave."

He turned his gaze to the ceiling, smiling to himself. "Would you hear my last words?"

After a few seconds of thinking, you gave him a nod. You always wanted to make every single moment with him priceless, something that you would remember until the day you catched your breath for the last time.

"You need to," he paused, coughing a few times. "remember that I love you."

"Yes… I love you." You whimpered with tears that won't stop falling from your eyes.

"I prom–" he quickly woke up from his futon and hardly coughed a few times as blood came out from his mouth, making a puddle of blood on the hardwood floor.

Your hand traveled up and down on his back and the other wiped the blood from his mouth with your handkerchief. After a while, you guided him back to rest on his futon and continued what he wanted to say. 

Taking a deep breath, he grabbed your hands and looked you in the eyes. "I promise you, we will meet again somewhere, somewhere far away from here." 

Before you could say anything, you felt his grip on you loosened as his lids were perfectly closed.

"Keiji!"

You woke up from your bed with beads of sweat on your forehead. "That dream again." You murmured to yourself.

You weren’t really sure the exact date when you started to dream of him, but you were sure it started from last month. At first, you thought it was just a normal dream, but somehow he kept coming to your dream at least once a week. Uniquely, every dream had a different era, time, and location. However, unlike any other dreams where you two did what normally lovers do, this is the first time he died in your dream.

“It’s been two weeks, I never dreamt of him again.” You confessed to Khai, your co-worker.

She raised her brow. “Do you like him? I mean your dreams probably weren't just normal dreams.”

"What do you mean?"

“It could be visions of your previous lives? If that makes sense. Do you know his name? like maybe we could search his name on google.”

You bit your lower lip, shaking your head. “I think I called his name in every dream, but I don’t remember.”

“(Y/N)!” your boss called. “Table number five!”

You took a quick glance at the table and saw a man sitting there alone with his back facing you. Grabbing the menu, you walked towards him. “Hi, this is our menu.” You placed the menu on the table.

He glanced up from his phone to look at you. Suddenly, everything was like in the movie where time just stopped while you two looked at each other.

He's real? Is this reality? Or is this an illusion?

The man that had been putting roots in your dreamland, was sitting there in front of you. Your heart wildly pounded in your chest, it was so loud that you were afraid he could hear it. His black hair, his blue eyes, and his lips, there was no other way that he isn't the guy from your dream.

"(Y/N)?" He called, tilting his head to the side. "Is that your name? I remember you."

You blinked. "Yes, I remember you too. I can't believe you're real." 

He softly smiled and grabbed your hands like what he did in your last dream. "Hi, I'm glad we met again."

[garoujo]

hi emmiieeeee i've returned to visit my cute litol wife once more <3 hope you've missed and have been thinking about me as much i have for you :) also good luck on your interview!!! giving you a kiss of good luck right neoww MWAAHH! also, i love love love love ur banner! i've been obsessed with viv westwood planet jewelry since the summer EEEEK!

also i have come to offer you a thought: a little brotherly rivalry between sae and rin itoshi where they're competing over you and your sobbing little cunt :( seeing who can make u moan and mewl and cry the most </3 sniffles. sure ur sae's pretty girl but he just can't get over how rin constantly tries to talk to you and be all 'good-natured'. "he's just trying to be better friends sae, there's nothing to worry about. besides i'm dating you, not him. i didn't think you were the type to get jealous so easily." you'd tease him a little with that last bit, earning you a 'tch' noise and a hard glare, with no real venom behind it. if only you saw the subtle mirth in rin's eyes, the slightest smirk on his lips when he went to hug you goodbye and he saw shooting daggers at the both of you. sae knew he was enjoying this, enjoy him getting irritated whenever his younger brother came within 3 feet of you, because he knew rin might try something and then cover it up with a shy, innocuous smile. you didn't realize because you were too nice like that, but sae saw through his brother. it was like looking through glass. course rin didn't actually think he could steal you from his older brother, but damn was it fun it piss him off a little, and let off a little of the hidden animosity he held towards him.

and man did it pay off, because now rin got to feel you clench and squeeze around him, got to feel the tight pussy that his older brother got to dive into every single day, whenever he wanted to. it was almost unfair that this pretty little thing was all his. rin threw his head, groaning loudly when you starting matching the pace of his thrusts, and throwing the globes of your ass back on his pelvis. back vice grip on the plush fat of your hips grew tighter, his teeth sunk deeper into his bottom lip. "f-fuck... s-so goood. t's so tight."

an irritated sneer pulled at sae's top lip hearing his brother enjoying being balls deep in your warm, luscious pussy, when that was his spot. that was his pussy. but he supposed he couldn't focus too much on that because but right now, he had to carve out your little throat first, a sort of punishment for doubting him when he told you that rin was getting too close, even though he knew deep down you didn't actually do anything wrong. feeling you gag around this thick length, seeing the tears cascade down your cheeks and disappear in between the valley of your breasts (and admittedly, seeing you get your back broken by his brother) turned him on even more, leading him to have a tighter grip in the roots of your hair. "nasty little minx.... this was you wanted." he huffed as he continued to fuck your throat, his hardened abs flexing with each thrust and movement. "t-this what my pretty girl wanted all a-along huh? hope you're happy."

UMMMFMLSDFIJLD anyways um yes i will now continue working on my hw ily lawts ! come home pweaaseeeee

SOSA IVE BEEN SELFISH & KEEPING THIS ASK ALL 2 MYSELF ! it’s cause it’s a gold mine i want 2 keep it in my pocket .. i want sae 2 call me a little minx i wud literally melt in 2 a puddle id cream sooooOoooo much o_O but ofc i have missed u always ! thinking bout u all the time >///< & fank yew 4 the good luck ilysmmm >o< aaaaaaa yes ! yes ! it’s all so pretty .. as soon as i seen it i was like dis neeeeds 2 be my silly lil tumblr banner the colours n everything r so <3_<3 anyways gonna reread this drabble now cause ! i’m loooosing my mind !!;;;!/!/&

[chokemedaddyclown]

Big Bad Wolf

Bob Gray x Reader | Smut Request

Anon Request: Any chance of a bob gray Drabble about him finding a girl outside his house crying after her boyfriend breaks up with her, like he lures her in by comforting her and then fucks her silly like the creepy pervert he is, very specific request I know but I feel like he'd definitely be one to take advantage of a vulnerable girl.

A/N | WARNING: I made this very filthy and degrading. With that being said, I need to put a trigger warning. If anyone is sensitive to: degradation, rough sex, bodily fluids and/or CNC kink (Consensual Non-consensual), Please DO NOT READ. This 5,000+ word bad boy turned out to be kinda dark. This shit is nasty, and I should probably be ashamed of myself.

××××

Today had turned out to be one of the worst days of your life. A night out with your boyfriend had turned into a complete shitshow. Silly you, you had thought that maybe he had taken you out and been acting so nervous the whole time because he was going to propose to you.

Oh, how wrong you were.

Instead, here you were; dumped out on your ass, alone and bawling your eyes out as you sat on the sidewalk in front of an old rickety house on Neibolt Street.

"'Fraid I'm gonna have to ask why a pretty little thing like you is crying in front of my doorstep," a gravelly voice called from behind you.

You gasped, your head snapping around towards the sound to be met by an unusually tall, thin man that stood in the doorway of the house. He was wearing an old pair of slacks, with a billowy long-sleeved shirt that was stained with what looked like white paint. He had long, spindly limbs, like a spider -- he looked downright malnourished, with a receding hairline to boot.

He had a vacant stare in his piercing blue eyes as he gazed down at you, they seemed to look through you more than they actually looked at you. A small smile formed on his face, revealing two sharper teeth in the front of his mouth.

He seemed a bit.. Odd..

Okay, he was really odd, and even odder looking -- creepy, even. But there was something about him that seemed almost charming at the same time, and you couldn't help but stay put right where you were. Any other time, your better instincts would tell you to get the hell out of there, but no such thoughts popped into your conciousness now.

You wiped the tears from your eyes, smoothing down your dress over your knees as you stood up, sniffling and feeling a little more than embarrassed by your current predicament.

"Excuse me, sir. I'm sorry," you choked. "Just a bad day.. I didn't know anyone was-"

He chuckled lightly. "I know a broken heart when I see one," he said, giving you a knowing nod. His eyes were narrowed at you in a peculiar way. "Why don't you step in? Get yourself together before you go on your way. Little thing like you shouldn't be around here alone, especially not in the state you're in."

Well, he did have a point, didn't he?

"I wouldn't want to impose," you gave him a small head shake.

"Not imposing at all, you'd brighten an old man's day," he croaked, opening the door wider to the inside of his house, ushering you in.

Something inside you was telling you not to go in, to just walk away and get as far away from this menacing place as possible, but it was too late. The motioning of his long, bony fingers and his smile convinced you otherwise. You took a few small steps forward, still apprehensive as you looked up to him. His frame was large and lurching, and it was obvious that he wouldnt take no for an answer.

You gave him a small smile as you walked past him. You could feel his eyes moving over your body as you entered through the door. It was a dirty feeling to know that he was leering at you, and yet there seemed to be not a whole lot you could do to stop yourself from going right along with him anyway.

The floorboards of the old house creaked as you stepped through the door. The house was dimly lit, and the smell inside of it was musty, with dust seemingly covering the whole place. Something was very off about the place and the man as a whole.

"So, what's your name?" You asked, turning back to face him as he closed the door quickly.

His large frame turned towards you. "The name is Bob Gray, and you, pretty thing?"

The way he said "Pretty thing" made your skin crawl, but it also made a familiar heat rise in the pit of your stomach.

"It's (Y/N)," you said shyly, brushing a piece of loose hair behind your ear.

"Well, (Y/N), wanna tell me why you were out there crying?" Bob questioned, cocking his head at you as he took another step forward.

"My- my boyfriend dumped me," you admitted, chewing the side of your lip.

"Awwe," he cooed, curling his top lip to reveal his sharpened teeth again, "Well that's a damn shame. What's wrong with him.. Not man enough?"

You let out a nervous laugh, taking a step back as he took a big step forward, towering over you as he gazed down at you, focused solely on your face and your changing facial expressions. He seemed very fixated on watching how you reacted to every word that left his overly wet lips. You had just noticed that here seemed to be stray patches of that same white paint that was on his shirt on his face

His lips parted, and drool began to puddle within the crevice between his gums and bottom up until it overflowed, a string of it dangling loosely until it separated from his plump lip, dropping to the floor in front of your feet. You winced at the sight. The man didn't seem all the way there, if at all. He was creepy and clearly disgusting, and it was starting to show the longer you stood in this dilapidated kitchen with him.

"I guess so," you shrugged, your eyes fixated on the door behind him. "I think I'm just gonna be headed out now."

You tried to step around him but before you could, slender fingers caught you by the arm. He held you in place as he rolled his eyes to you, giving you that same, vacant stare under a heavy brow.

"Why don't you stay a while." It wasn't a question or a suggestion. He was telling you that he had no plans on letting you leave.

"Oh no," you squeaked. You could feel the slow rising burning his your chest as a slow moving wave of panic began to set in. "Please, just let me leave now, mister."

He chuckled, his lips upturning into a pointed smile. "Shy little thing, aren't ya? No need for that now, darlin'."

"I need to go," your voice was strained, trying to remain calm as you gently tried to pull yourself away from him.

He jerked you closer to him, staring down at you with eyes that had very obviously shifted from blue to golden right before you. "Why don't you let ol' Bob take care you, babydoll?"

"What?" You gulped, trying to swallow down that lump of fear that was stuck in your throat.

"Oh, c'mon now, I don't think it a coincidence you ended up by my doorstep.. You little whores always find a way to me," he crooned in a revolting tone, another glob of saliva dripping from his lips. "Just close your eyes."

"Fuck you," you snapped at him, trying to jerk your arm away.

But it was a failed attempt, and he overpowered you without so much as breaking a sweat as he grabbed ahold of your throat with the other hand, squeezing around your windpipe until you gasped for air. He shoved you back against the old, wooden kitchen table as he gave you a violent shake, lowering his head to yours. His hot breathe was blowing in your face as he took a breathe in, smelling you.

And why the fuck did this send a jolt of arousal through you?

He chuckled, giving you a big, wicked grin as he held onto you tightly. His fingers were still digging into your throat, pressing in so tightly you began to feel light-headed. "Oh, yes. Yes, you certainly will, like a good little fucktoy.. I can smell you.. you think I can't already feel that your cunt is dripping and desperate to be filled.. Filled by me."

"Get off me," you tried to push him away from you, panicked and coughing for air. "You fucking freak."

"Oho, now that's rude, princess." An audible growl escaped Bob's throat as he shook you again, making your neck pop as he slammed you against the kitchen table. A cry escaped you as you felt our lower back hit the side of the table, a jolt of pain shooting up your spine. "Shut your fucking mouth, stupid little girl."

He stared down at you, wrapping both hands around your throat now as he watched, smiling with a sick glee as you began to turn red from the pressure he exuded on your neck. He lowered his head, pressing his wet lips against yours as he slipped his tongue inside of your mouth, sliding it down your throat.

What was wrong with his tongue? Why the fuck was it that long -- What was this guy? And why the fuck were you beginning to get wet with each increasingly perverted thing he did to you?

You moved against him, a muffled scream escaping you as you tried to push him off of you again to no avail. He began to get a little more than annoyed with you as he pulled himself away from you, grunting something under his breath that you couldn't make out, with his heavy brow creasing as he pressed you back onto the table again, forcing your legs to spread to let him step between them as a sharp slap from him seared the skin across your face.

This is the shit that shouldn't be getting you turned on.

"Please, don't hurt me," you begged, your breathing was beginning to get get shallow and ragged as you tried to force yourself to remain calm.

He watched you as you sat there, fearful and completely at his mercy as you begged and pleaded with him. None of your words held any weight with him, though, and he was getting such a sickening satisfaction to know what he was doing to you. He pressed himself in between your legs, and you could feel his cock was hard and straining against the old slacks that he wore as he rolled his hips into you once, grinding against your clothed slit.

"Mmm, daddy ain't gonna hurt ya.. Not too badly anyway, not as long as you be a good slut for me," he cooed in a deep, throaty tone.

He pressed his large hands against your breasts, humming and grunting like some feral beast as he squeezed them together until it hurt. You yelped, frozen in place, and you didn't dare move a muscle. You didn't know if it was purely out of fear or your curiosity for wanting to know just what else this terrible man was going to do to you. He pressed his erection into your cunt again, keeping a slow pace as he dry humped you.

He ripped into your dress with ease as he slipped it off of your shoulders, letting the flimsy material pool at your sides on the table as his attention went back to your exposed breasts. The drool dripped consistently from his lips now, most of it landing right on your bare thighs. He slapped your breasts with his hand, seeming intent on not letting any part of it feel good as he hunched over, pressing his mouth to your heated skin, sucking and biting into one of your nipples.

You whimpered at the pain, the tears beginning to well up in your eyes as you sniffled, a few stray drops staining your cheeks as you opened yourself up for him, hoping he take the attention away from your breasts.

Suddenly you were wondering what his tongue would feel like inside of you.

He rolled his eyes up to get a look of your face. "Oh, little girl, seeing you cry only makes my cock harder," he said lowly, almost a moan. It was more than clear that he was truly enjoying himself.

God, he was nothing but a fucking bastard.

"No, no, no..," was all you could say as your voice trailed off, your mind in a daze as you stared into his golden eyes.

He reached his hand between the two of you, pressing two of his slender fingers on your wet, clothed pussy. He hummed again, definitely not overlooking just how wet you were. He pressed into you, slipping by the delicate underwear as he pushed a finger into your entrance before pulling it back out. He brought the hand up to his face, sniffing at his fingers before lapping all them in a vulgar display with his tongue.

"You say no.. But this dripping cunt of yours says otherwise.. What's the matter... ashamed? Embarrased that you're a filthy bitch in heat that wants ol' Bob to fill your tight, soaking cunt? Ain't that right?"

"Fuck you," you growled again, narrowing your eyes at him, knowing that he was right.

As fucked up and sadistic as it was, it was turning you on beyond belief, and you just wanted this filthy fucking pervert to fuck you ragged on this goddamn kitchen table, to make you his fucktoy and degrade you in ways you wouldn't speak about again after it was over.

"Disrespectful little cunt," he growled.

Suddenly, without warning, he spit in your face, leaving you stunned as you looked up at him, the tears mixing in with his saliva on your cheek as he reached up, spreading it over your face with his hand, further degrading you as much as he possibly could. He shoved his dirty fingers into your mouth, pushing them down into your throat, making you gag. He tasted like cheap whiskey, popcorn and tobacco.

"Don't bite my fingers now.. Wouldn't want to have to rip some of your teeth out, would I, pretty thing?" He gave your face another hard slap.

You pulled your head back, grunting and narrowing your eyes at him. You pressed your hands into his nasty shirt, but instead of trying to push him away, you latched onto his shirt, refusing to let go of him.

"Mmhmm, don't really wanna leave ol' Bob, do ya? Wanna stay and be an obedient lil' fuck doll for me, don't ya? Must really be a little slut to let a filthy old man use you up like this," he chuckled, grabbing your face again, pressing his fingers into the hollows of your cheeks.

The drool from his mouth was still running out in string after string. It had all but coated your naked thighs at this point. All of it felt so wrong, and as much as you tried to hold yourself back, you couldn't help but obey his every command, like a dog waiting for a treat.

You stared up at him for a moment, the two of you seemingly in a standoff as you blinked at him. You gave him two, slow nods of your head as he was looking at you as if he was actually expecting an answer from you. He pulled his hands away from you face, reaching down to grasp at your panties, ripping them clean off of your body. He brought them back up to his face, pressing them against his nose as he inhaled deeply, giving you the same sinister smile.

"I'd gag that little mouth of yours with these, but I think I'd rather hear your screams," he laughed, narrowing his eyes again as he pocketed the garment.

The fear and arousal was still coursing through you, it was stronger than ever at this point, and this man seemed to be able to sense it. He seemed to be playing on both of the emotions to excite any kind of reaction from you, because to him, they were one in the same, and either way, he loved it, that was obvious.

He pressed himself back against your bare cunt this time, one of his hands darting back down between your legs to press against your swollen clit, forcing a moan out of you while the other hand grabbed your throat again, giving it a hard squeeze.

"Look at you, all wet and needy..," he purred, grabbing you by the hair as he pulled you off the table.

He didn't bother to help you as you stumbled to your knees, but it's clear that's exactly how he wanted you as he reached up to unzip his pants, his other hand still firmly grasping your hair. You could feel the tears welling up in your eyes again as he pulled his hard, waiting cock out of his pants. It was like his tongue, it was abnormal and didn't seem entirely human.

"Be a good girl for me and suck my cock now..," he ordered, yanking you forward, pressing the tip of the pre-cum leaking, swollen head against your lips. "No teeth, bitch. Remember what I said about ripping them out."

Again, it wasn't a question, he pressed his cock into your lips, prying them apart as he slipped himself in, giving a thrust of his hips, gliding his way back into your throat, making you gag at the sudden intrusion.

Your salivary glands worked overtime as saliva accumulation in your mouth, seeping out the sides of your lips around his massive cock while he grabbed the back of your head with both hands, giving his hips a roll as he started fucking your throat. He let out a wicked laugh each time he made you gag. This was disgusting, he was disgusting, and you felt so sick to your stomach, but so turned on for this evil man.

Your cunt began to ache with such a ferocity that you felt like you needed something filling you now, like you couldn't wait a second longer for whatever he wanted to do to you. You reached down, running your fingers between your folds until you found that sensitive bundle of nerves that had was now swollen and hard beneath your fingers. You rubbed circles around it, bucking your own hands against your hips as you moved your head along with Bob's thrusts, moaning softly as you took his inhuman cock in as far as it would go down your throat.

"I didn't say you could play with that filthy little cunt of yours, now did I?" You heard Bob's gravelly voice sound from above you.

You only rolled your eyes up to him to see a sneer on his face. He yanked your hair roughly, giving the side of your face another smack as he bucked his hips violently. His cock sank deeper into your throat, making you cough and gag again as he fucked your throat relentlessly.

Your nails dug into the dusty wooden floor beneath. Your cunt and mouth both dripping now as he did exactly what he wanted to do to you. The saliva was pouring out of your mouth in long strings, running down your body as you tried to do your best to time your breathing with his strokes. Your face was growing red and even more heated. The sweat beaded up on your brow as your body begged for oxygen. Bob only watched on in pleasure as were you damn near close to passing out as he continued fucking your throat with wreckless intent, not giving a shit of you could breathe or not. Truthfully, if you had passed out, you were positive it wouldn't stop him.

When he finally got bored with it, he jerked you back by your hair, pulling his cock free from your mouth, pushing you back down to the floor, making you land on your ass. You laid back on the floor, coughing and gasping, trying to catch your breath. All of the air coming back into your body all at once left you feeling dazed.

You laid there, half suffocated, with a sheen of sweat and saliva coating your body. Bob looked on at you silently for a moment, admiring his handy-work.

"Such a greedy whore, trying to play with your cunt without my permission," he said, his heavy brow locked in a scowl.

He reached down to pull you up by your arms, spinning you on your heel before he pushed you forward into the table so hard that it scraped against the floor as it was pushed forward. He pushed your head down into the wood, making you bend over for him as he pressed his body into yours. You could feel his cock pressing right into your entrance. He grabbed you by the hair again, pulling it taut against your skull, giving your ass a hard slap. The stinging sensation made you cry out as you pushed your hips backward, grinding against his throbbing cock.

"Such a whore," he noted, watching you writhe against his length. "Think I should punish you, hmm? What should I do.. Spank you?" He gave yet another, even harder slap to your ass, digging his nails into the skin. "Or, maybe...," he trailed of with an mischievous giggle as he brought his thumb up to his lips, letting the drool dripple out onto it as he reached down, pushing his thumb past your cheeks to press it hard into your asshole. "Maybe I should fuck this tight little ass of yours, huh? Make you scream bloody goddamn murder while I stretch all of your holes out with my cock."

You grunted, moving your body forward to get his hand away from you, but he held it firmly in place. You shook your head at him, as much as you could with him holding your head down anyway.

"No.. P-please," you stuttered as your body began to shake with fear and excitement.

"Mmm, that scare you, pretty thing?" He huffed, pulling his hand away from your ass. "Maybe next time.. Besides, you smell so good, I want to get a taste of you first."

Next time?

He finally released your hair, letting you move your head around freely as he bent down on one knee. He grasped your ass with both hands, spreading you apart, exposing all of you to him as he spit directly on your cunt. He used one of his hands to gather the saliva on his fingers, spreading it all around your sensitive clit, lips, and up to your asshole again.

It was all wrong, so fucking wrong.

He pressed his face into your pussy, letting his tongue delve inside of your core as he flicked it around, tasting every bit of you as his bottom lip rubbed against your sensitive clit. You moaned, digging your nails into the table this time as you purposely widened your stance for him, giving your hips the smallest grind as you leaned back into the grip he had on your ass.

He pulled you back into his hold, forcing his tongue as far inside you as it would go. You could feel the drool and your own secretions running down the inside of your thighs while he made a mess of you. The sound of his mouth slurping and sucking at your pussy was gross, and you should have found it gross, because you were letting some perverted stranger have his way with you, but you were too far gone in your pleasure to even have the slightest semblance of giving a fuck anymore.

He finally pulled his tongue out of your core, running his tongue along the outside lips as he then shoved his fingers inside of you. They moved and stretched your pussy for him as he curled those long fingers to press into your g-spot, with his tongue trailing upwards until it reached your asshole. He pressed his tongue into that sensitive, tight ring of muscle, massaging with his tongue as he pumped his fingers in and out of you roughly. It left you feeling more than just a little exposed.

You whined, dragging your nails even further into the table as you placed your head down out of sheer embarrassment. No one had ever treated you like this, or done these kinds of things to you before, and having this old bastard do it to you now was making you feel things you never felt before.

It was almost like an awakening.

You wanted him to treat you like a whore, and to keep doing these nasty things to you.

"Still a shy thing, aren't ya?" Bob sighed, clearly sensing your bashfulness.

Before you could get too into what he was doing, he ripped both his hand and tongue away from you, snaking his skinny body back up yours. He grabbed your hair again, yanking you back by it, forcing you to bend your head back for him as he shoved his wet fingers into your mouth, making you taste yourself on him.

"That's right, slut, taste yourself," he croaked, his thumb curling down to press into the bottom of your jaw.

You could feel his cock pressing itself against your entrance again, and you shifted your stance onto your toes, raising yourself up to grind against it. All you wanted him to do now was to fuck you into this table like the whore that he said you were. You wanted him to humiliate you and hurl those nasty obscenities at you.

"Mmm, maybe not so shy after all, little girl," he groaned, pulling you up by the hair so your back was pressed into his chest. "Is this what you want, hmm? You like being a nasty little cumslut for me, don't ya?"

"Yes.. Yes, I do," you finally admitted, groaning softly as he pressed his cock into you again.

"That's what I thought.. Knew you'd stop fighting me soon enough, the good little whores always do for daddy," he praised, pressing his face into your hair, inhaling deeply.

He bucked his hips against you again, reaching down with his free hand to line his cock with your entrance before plunging his hips forward, burying his length inside your pussy all at once. You cried out, startled by the sudden uncomfortable pressure of his cock stretching you open. He rocked his hips against you, wasting none of his time in getting you adjusted. You getting pleasure out of this was your own luck. He was here to satisfy himself, and that had been obvious from the beginning.

"Good girl," he grunted gruffly, shoving your head back down to the table. "So tight.. so wet. Don't think I'm gonna want to let you go, even after I fill you up with my cum, and leave you in a pathetic mess."

Your body was shaking and weak as he rammed his cock into you, bottoming out with each thrust as he hit your cervix violently. It hurt, but it also felt so fucking good to have him fill you like you've never been before. You were atleast glad you had a table to lay across once your legs felt like they were giving out.

Bob pounded into you, the only sounds in the room were your moaning cries and his ferocious grunts and growls as a slew of obscenities left his lips, the sound of his skin slapping against yours was a melody of the most primal kind.

The tears were streaming down your cheeks once more as you felt that familiar, tight knot in your stomach ready to snap at a moment's notice, but it too was a different kind than you've ever felt. You could already tell that this was going to be intense, and it was somewhat concerning for you. You were coming to the end, you you knew without a doubt that there wasn't much more you could take.

This man had indeed used you up.

Your breathing became very labored, and your moans were nothing more now than choked out whimpers as you laid there, waiting for that coil in your stomach to break.

"You gonna cum for me, pet? This what you like? Being treated like cocksleeve." He growled, thrusting his hips against yours in rapid succession as he reached out to wrap his hands around your throat again, purposely choking you. "You gonna cum on an old man's cock like the worthless cunt you are?

"Ye- yes.. Yes.. I'm going to cum," you choked out, your throat was already raw and burning from his earlier actions.

"Then fucking do it, babydoll. Now, before I change my mind and pull my cock out to cum on that pretty face of yours," he spat at you, slapping your ass again as he pressed you into the table.

Your orgasm crashing down onto you like a tone of bricks. Your whole body tensed up, leaving you rigid as you screamed, with your belly heaving and your vision going black for a moment as you came hard. Your walls contracted so tightly around his cock that you could feel him throbbing inside of you, drenching his cock as a gush of your release soaked his cock and slacks as it flowed down your legs.

"Oho, look at you, nasty girl," he growled, still slamming his hips into you. "You're making such a mess of yourself.. Now I'm gonna fill you up."

He grunted, pulling you up to his chest, shoving his fingers down into your mouth again as he pounded you, his rhythm and pace becoming completely erratic as he growled into your ear, wheezing, with saliva dribbling onto your neck. His other hand reached up to squeeze and press into your breasts, alternative between the two of them as he pinched one of your nipples. The jerking of his hips finally faltered as he pushed you back down to the table, a loud, feral grunt escaping him as you felt him release his seed deep into your aching cunt.

He took a moment to collect himself before pulling out of you. His cum was seeping out of you now, and you were a wet, disgusting mess, with your whole body being coated with a mixture of body fluids from the two of you.

Bob grabbed you by the hair again, lifting you up only to push you back down to the ground again. You had no chance of breaking your fall even if you tried. You were completely exhausted and mentally drained at this point.

"No, I don't think I will let you go," he cooed, leering down at you, admiring the mess that he had made out of you.

He wasn't gonna let you go, and truth be told, you weren't sure you even wanted to leave. You looked up at him wantonly, blinking a few times. All you wanted to do was please him, you wanted his praise.

"Now, why don't you sit there for a while and think about how what you've done," he gave you that same eerie smile.

"Really?" Your lip curled up in disgust.

"Yes, unless you want another punishment. Be a good little girl for me, and I might let you clean yourself off.. Be bad, and I guess I'll just have to tie you up somewhere." he narrowed his eyes at you.

You sighed, giving him a nod that you understood as you leaned back onto the ground, too tired to even stand up or even really worry about what he was gonna do next.

He hummed at you, "Go ahead.. Rest up, pretty thing. You're gonna need it."

Soon enough, he had disappeared from the room, but he'd be back, and that was the only thing you were sure of.

[katedrakeohd]

#Wacky Drabbles 30

Author's note: I am participating in @emceesynonymroll ​​​​ ’s Wacky Drabbles Prompt game.

Prompt 30: “I’m not afraid to use this” will appear in bold.

Word count: 1220

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Part Seven of A Very Valtorian Christmas. (Other parts here)

Christmas Love - Part One

The rosy glow of dawn paints the ceiling of the bedroom suite of the Duke and Duchess of Valtoria. In the bed Drake stirs awake; rolling over onto his back and wiping the residue of sleep from his face with a grunt and a sigh. Raking his fingers back through his hair, he stretches out his back and legs sucking in a deep breath that he lets out with a groan of satisfaction.

Rolling back over onto his side, he hugs the pillow next to his cheek and takes in his favorite view. It wasn't the snow topped mountains, the lake or even the beautifully painted sky he was looking at though. He was studying the sleeping face of an angel. Her dark hair was covering one eye, and her full lips were parted next to the puddle of drool on her pillow. Reaching out with his fingers he gently combs the lock of hair away from her face and tucks it behind her shoulder. Her long lashes still wear the residue of yesterday's mascara, and their sweeping brush has left a dark smudge on her cheek. Not many people saw Kate's sleepy morning face, with it's leftover makeup and slack, childlike expression. It was for Drake to know and love, because it was private Kate at her most vulnerable. The private Kate that he smudged the lipstick off of with his ravenous kisses. The private Kate whose tears he wiped away with his thumb when she was sad. The private Kate whose face creased up with the frowning lines of extasy when she was in the throws of her most pleasurable moments. The Kate that only he knew and coveted for his own.

Every morning that he woke up first, which were most of them, he'd try his best not to disturb her sleep as he carved out the private Drake time he needed to start his day off right. If he was quiet enough he could steal an hour for himself. Some days he'd spend it going for a jog, or sipping a coffee out on the balcony while the clouds of mist still shrouded the lake. Now that Kate was pregnant, Drake was extra careful in the mornings to allow Kate her extra sleep. But today was Christmas, and most importantly their first Christmas day together. Drake was too filled with joy to spend a minute of this Christmas day without her.

Shifting over closer, Drake leans in to place a gentle kiss on her forehead. Kate scrunches her eyes tighter at the scratch of his stubble on her skin, and then opens her eyes as he leans back again.

Drake's smiling face greets her and she can't help but smile back.

“Good morning honey cakes,” he says in a low voice, then leans in to kiss her lips.

Reaching up to place her hand on the back of his neck, Kate kisses him back, mumbling against his lips.

“Mmm, pancakes. Can I have pancakes for breakfast?”

Drake chuckles, leaning back and propping his head up on his hand. “You can have whatever you want for breakfast, when we go down to eat with everyone else. It's a little early yet to have pancakes sent up to our room.”

Kate frowns, looking around the room, wondering at the time of day. “What time is it anyway?”

Drake rolls over to check his phone on the nightstand, but then realizes it's not there. He rolls back over. “Sorry, can't tell you. I must have left my phone somewhere else in the house. I just know it can't be much past sunrise.”

Kate rolls over on her back and covers her eyes with a groan of disappointment, “Why'd you wake me up so early?”

Drake sits up in bed, leaning back against the headboard. He glances over at Kate with a smirk, “So you could share some of your warm and sunny disposition with me.”

Kate yanks the pillow out from behind Drake and throws it at him. He doesn't deflect it away, letting it fall harmlessly in his lap. “Oh look, there it is now.”

Turning her head on her pillow, she sticks her tongue out at him. The expression of mock disgust on his face makes her giggle. Drake grabs the pillow in his lap and hits her in the face, causing her to shriek and throw up her elbows to block it. Throwing the blankets off himself, Drake pounces; landing with his hands on either side of Kate, pinning her under the blankets. As she shrieks in laughter, trying to push him off, he tries his hardest to place sloppy, bristly kisses all over her face and neck making hungry growly noises.

Drake's bodyguard, Preston Davis, makes his way toward the Duke's sleeping quarters at 6.45 am. In one hand he's carrying a white paper bag and in the other he has Drake's mobile phone. The bag holds a package of Italian sugar cookies as per Drake's special request, and the phone had been accidentally left behind in the SUV the night before. He passes a maid in the hallway, her cheeks flushed, with a nod and a frown and then continues around the corner. When he hears the shrieks and growls of laughter coming from the bedroom he pauses momentarily before knocking on the door.

Drake sits back on his heels, breathing heavily and wiping at his face with a grin. He coughs to clear his throat, trying to compose words in a normal voice.

“Who is it?” he manages, still looking down at Kate as she throws the blankets over her head to hide, still giggling.

Preston speaks up to be heard from the other side of the door, “It's Preston, your Grace.”

Kate peeks out from under the blankets at a very naked Drake, her eyes wide. “Shit,” she whispers.

“Uh, just a minute there Preston. I..need to put uh…something on.” Drake says, getting off the bed and searching the floor for something to cover himself. All he can see is the Santa hat on the floor.

Kate laughs pointing at the hat as she steps by him and ducks into the bathroom, “I dare you to use that.”

Drake bends down to pick up the hat, “Ha! You're on. I'm not afraid to use this.”

Opening up the hat, Drake holds it over his groin and then walks over to the doors. He reaches for the handle of one door and opens it carefully, using it to shield himself as he peeks around the door at his bodyguard.

“What do you want, Preston?”

Preston tries to disguise his amusement at seeing the Duke of Valtoria naked. He holds out the bag and phone. “You left your phone in the car Sir, and these are the cookies you requested for me to pick up for you.”

Drake looks down at the items, knowing he only had one free hand. “Put the phone in the bag with the cookies, and then hand them over.”

Preston tucks Drake's phone into the bag and then holds it out to him, forcing Drake to take a step into the open doorway to reach it. Drake grabs the bag and then steps back, kicking the door shut in Preston's grinning face.

Tossing the hat aside, Drake locks the doors. No more interruptions.